For Ray and his man-crush

Shimmering, silver-shot silk, stolen in time gone, not found. She walks, declaims, burdened in wool, she is inside, not out, not belonging. My focus is not focus, my me is mine. I am inside, not out, not belonging. Outside is not of me, I will remain in me. NO. NO. NO.

Garaja.

Ever stopped someone for driving on the wrong side of the highway and had them pull a gun on you? It sucks. For them. I didn't have to shoot him though. Probably should have. He dropped his unloaded weapon almost before my weapon cleared the holster. Good times, my friend.

Is no computer, chilluns.

The one invention of the 20th century (somewhat arguable, some Frenchman made one in the 1760's,) that has made more far-reaching changes in us as a society is the automobile. It has made us terribly impatient. We have to have everything now, you dig. I hate the automobile and we'd be better off without it. We'd be nicer, completely independent of oil (before the auto, oil was considered a useless toy; well not completely independent, we need it for plastic,) and I really think we'd have richer lives. Take it slow. Take it light. I hate working wrecks.

Parabellum.

"Load with ball. Go from head to head. None will be left FOR dead. All shall be left AS dead."
Is "The Postman" prophetic? Why did I just get a flash of myself with hoary head, scarred face, ragged uniform and tarnished badge on horseback addressing troops amidst bodies? Perhaps a hackneyed story is forming in me head? I must be spending too much time around cannons. I might try and contact that lit agent I read about in the paper last week. Maybe I can get that backlog of stuff I've got published for a little extra cash? Not much chance, but I'm no Emily Dickinson, hoarding things, hoping they'll never see the light of day. Of course, I'm NO EMILY DICKINSON, but who the hell knows.

By the by...

I positively detest Steely Dan, the Eagles, the Allman Brothers, (particularly that Gregg foochie; that, 'baby let me show you my tattooo' song has to be one of the gayest ever,) Van Halen (heresy!!!) and Creed. Good god, man. Good to hear Creed's ignorant ass sacked that lead singer, Mr. "My wife kicked my ass with a telephone." Now I won't have to hear too much of that shit coming out of my radio anymore. Did anyone see him on "I love the 90's" all fat and doped up? I just saw him on television, and this is the closest I can get to giving him a dick punch right now. I did punch the singer for Counting Crows once. Speaking of shit coming from my radio, if I could get that Manfred Mann "Blinded by the Light" homosexiness deleted from all radio playlists, I'd be a relatively happy guy. I really miss 780AM and the old FM105.9. That was good radio. 780AM was the best, but FM105.9 played "96 Tears" by ? and the Mysterians a lot, one of the best songs ever. I remember back in the summer of 1966, that song was just about the only thing you'd hear on the radio. Oh wait, no I don't, I wasn't around back then. Seems like I was, because for some reason, I can clearly remember it. Odd, that. About the Counting Crows guy. When I was in the ninth grade, they played in Jackson, and friends dad's company was one of the shows sponsors, so we got backstage passes. I asked the fuckjobber for an autograph, and he pushed past me saying "I don't do that rock star stuff." So I drunkenly swung at him, my fist glancing off his shoulder. I don't even think he noticed, but now I have this story. And now I'm out of breath.

Chatty Cathy

Old people freak out when you get behind them in a patrol car. Hmm...an old lady in a Buick would make the perfect dope mule. Except you could only let her transport dope, never money. The reason being, if she had your money, and were to pass, say, a casino/yard sale/bingo parlor, you'd be fucked.

Elucidation...

I used a phrase in one of my blogs some have needed clarified. Here goes:

Badge Bunny- a police groupie, of which there are two types.

1. Late 20's-early 30's female, usually an office professional, very attractive in that "clubbin' " sort of way. Nutjob of the "shithouse rat" variety.

2. Late teens-early 20's overweight female, usually a student, usually displays some sort of NASCAR decals upon their personal vehicle. Generally more aggressive in their pursuit than type one. Nutjob of the "shithouse rat" variety.

While both types must be avoided at all costs, particularly avoid type one, as she is much more of a danger to an officer's career, property, and person.