Fortune

I hate it when someone asks me if I blog. I'd rather they ask me if I golf, so I can answer 'no' truthfully..

I also hate California, in general, and having awkward social encounters with snooty ghosts from my past, in particular.   I often wish I could hang out in a group of people who have spent the day dressed as lobsters or cell phones or Uncle Sam on the busiest street corners of Your Town, USA, because that's how I feel in California, in particular, and in almost any social situation in general. 

Currently I'm in Las Vegas. Returning from my nephew's wedding (Calif).  It was nice.  Chabela, my sister-in-law, knows how to throw a wedding and my nephews and brother are all funny and great, as is the rest of the family, both sides... I love weddings. Like I love Jesus and Santa riding on the same sled to Disneyland with new donor kidneys for all the sick children. 
I've been gone for a week, though, and ...it's late.

I'm only going to be home for a few days before I have to go to Reno for a work meeting.  Nevada makes me negative.   All the cigarette smoke and people like evolution failed parasites clutching these machines that never shut up.
Some sad old man in duct-taped shoes sits down and puts what looks like the last ten dollars in his world into a megawatt slot machine that screams WHEEL OF FORTUNE in 3 minute intervals.   Gone before the next interval.  Wheel of Fortune.  Shit. Do they have a green casino around here? Could the hopeless lose their money quietly in dimmer light?

Hi Mark. Dave?  Tata?
More later, I promise... I'll be happier once I can breathe.  Once I find my inner foam lobster.

Comments

[Heydave]

What have you got against golf?
At least there I can commune with nature and pull some weird Zen shit outta my subconscious ass. In my other world, I drink heavily, duct tape those foam rubber gloves on and watch political hoo-hah on teevee, inevitably causing my neighbors to call the police because they hear swearing & shouting from my house. And really, it's not like I'm shooting ground squirrels in the back yard. Again.

Avoid casinos; they are the vortex of bad karma.

[katy]

I don't have anything against golf. Many people I love play it.
I like driving the carts. Dressed as a lobster, I can especially see potential.

Can you hardly wait for Thursday night? Speaking of your other world...I'm dressing as a polar bear. And I'll be drinking vodka.

[Heydave]

Hmm, loving people while they play golf? You devil you, I like it! Shall have to try that around here sometime.

Thursday promises mayhem in the neighborhood. I'm going to make some preemptive phone calls to the authorities beforehand.