I felt it probably time, to give life to a few words for the blog. Trailer Park Life, has slowed somewhat. Quieter now. YouTube Boy, is spending his days in a lockup, awaiting his 18th birthday. We never did get a final report on the bug in his ear. So it’s up in the air, whether it vacated the ear, or died of starvation in the sparsely packed cranial cavity beyond the ear canal.
I can’t think of a more matched pair.
YouTube Mom, just finished a 48-hour stint in the psych ward I hear. I think there must be some friction, between her and her girlfriend she was supposed to be marrying. Strange, I can’t think of a more matched pair though, after bumping into them both. Check out How much weirdness, can one weekend hold. (Trailer Park Life) if you haven’t ever read it.
Popeye, is still strutting around maintaining things. I thought she was gone, but I looked up from the desk yesterday, and she was striding along, rigid spine, arms slightly bent at the elbows and held out slightly, like the stance of a Bulldog. Johnny Reb is still around, somewhere on the back street, confederate flag and all. His other camper, still sits empty, perhaps testament to another failed romance in the trailerhood.
Two recent pieces of news.
Apparently, I am still seen as the high-priest of a cult.
We finally paid off this abode. Now, if I can keep it from falling apart, and I get rich soon, we’ll move it, or sell it.
That’s it for tonight. “The moving finger writes, and having written moves on.” Comments always welcome.