Pooky the Cat

Friday, November 22nd 2024 John’s Clam Bake

Slept in very late. Stayed up very late getting high and drinking beer with brother and then Amelia. Was on a roll upon her return from the workhole, so why bother to stop? Vic had brought his dogs over and it looks even more funny with all the ripped up tissues all over the floor along with all the Sun Chip crumbs and empty Slim Jim wrappers mixed into the typical morning dishes and empty beer cans I usually clean up every morning I stay at this house. It is just as part of my routine as doing this here entry as I drink the green glop to get my joints moving and mind sponged. Didn’t have to walk the dogs this morning, so have some extra time to relax and do some work on laptops. It is extremely nasty out there today – windy, rainy, cold. Was snowing yesterday for a considerable amount of time, which caused some stickage. Today is the first official day of winter, do believe. Would be a terrible time to be sleeping outside in a tent. Going to check weather…. 100 % rain all day. 45 degrees. Tomorrow warmer 48 high. Huh, sound like a damn weather person! 50 degrees by Sunday. Hope to be out in the woods by then doing my thang. Will have that one good day to cap the roof, then back to shit again. Was going to try and use the router to make Chicken Shack sign last night, but people happen. I guess you could call it holding an audience. Wonder how many nights Hunter S. had to sacrifice productivity for entertaining guests? Was cool though, to have my little brother over. Has been a minute. Good to have the boys out of their cage (house) as well. I’ve started to use my website blog again instead of expelling the puke via Facebook. No one ever reads my stuff so I can almost speak freely and with minimal censorship. There are certain things must tiptoe when it comes to public sharings because a lot is going on behind ‘the scenes’ that won’t come to light until need be or cannot be helped. But writing is my therapy and it has to be done before mental constipation sets in or if it gets so backed up and full that I just need to pull the plug and start over. That is why it is good to write every day, to relief some of the building pressure of events and things that might be of some importance further down the line and must be preserved thru writing as a safeguard for tragedies yet to come. My life is rather chill at the moment, but that is soon to change…. But for now, I’m enjoying this rainy cold day for it gives me a chance to write without schedule dictator. John just turned 69 last week. He lives alone with his cat, Pooky, who had a strange upturned tail and walks about as if telling everyone they can kiss his ass. He disappeared once for over 3 months and John had written Pooky off, but he came back and went from wildly feral to chill and relaxed. He hunts mice and chippers like there’s no tomorrow, but he doesn’t go far anymore. Musta learned his lesson. I was the only person who spent time with John on his b-day. We chilled at his house, in his kitchen, before migrating to the back porch and eventually the driveway where he had a small free standing fire. John’s not an outdoorsy person, though he wants to be. He is more of a Carhart wearing urban cowboy of sorts and volunteers a great deal of his time at the horse farm about an hour’s drive from here. Just helped him sell off his 86 Ford F250 Heavy Duty for 10k online couple months ago. It got like 8 miles to the gallon and he has two other trucks as well. As where John never had children he always had his vehicles. Convinced him to sell off the Mustang as well, which had been sitting in the garage for over 25 years. John wants to be an outdoorsy guy, knows the ins & outs and used to work at my candy store The Backpacker’s Shop in Sheffield Lake, not too far from here. He had worked there in his twenties and then just recently again a few years back. He has all the gear, but not the energy and lack of shackles as myself. John has some major mental issues (we are all f-ed in the head in our own certain ways) and has to take his meds at 5:30 PM every single day and go to sleep at 6 and sleep for 12 hours – every single day. I used to take some of the medications he’s on now. I only drink beer now. It seemed to stump my creativity while I was taking that stuff and it made me a bit frustrated in the bedroom. I may be over fifty now, but the gauge of my libido is still stuck in my middle twenties. Need a release one way or another or there’s the possibility of going postal. And I don’t drink liquor partially for that reason. They call that ‘whiskey dick’ and though it might make fat look skinny, it sure doesn’t cure stupid. The dating world to me is like an epic, ongoing nightmare and at the end she’s like a Freddy Krueger who never seems to die and always comes back even though you’ve blown her off many times and even straight up say ‘I don’t think it is going to work’ and say back, ‘So there’s still hope then?’ (this is when I chime in the Friday the 13th stabbing music) Just go away! And then you’re left with this lingering guilt that carries onto the next victim, tainting it before it even gets off the ground and you like her a bit more and wish instead of taking the psycho out to the fancy place you’d waited and feel somewhat embarrassed that you’re taking her to a greasy spoon diner across town. I feel for people in the dating world. I feel for the kids in school right trying to grow up in this messed up world. Met this chick my age while hunting owls and she used to date the guitar player for one of my favorite bands of all time – Slayer. And after Jeff Hanneman’s death I saw them on their last tour. They are touring right now for the last time again. Hate when bands do that and milk you for every penny you got thinking it truly is the last, but no, just a ploy and again they go on to see how long they can drag it out and how much more they can squeeze. Anyhow, reason brought her up is because we enjoyed being 80’s children, growing up in the 90’s, for those were good times, times when you had an ounce of privacy and weed was more than just naughty. Was the time of the original MTV of new explosive scenes in music and media. Now everything’s been done to death and every direction there’s some kind of device watching or listening to your every move. Terrible! I would be even more insane than I am now being a teen in this truly dying world. Had mentioned to a dear friend of mine that I had met this ex girlfriend of a band I probably play every single day of my life inside my head. Hanneman was married, but was an ‘open’ relationship, which I can’t rightly understand why people do that. I just want one relationship. Think Ninja from Die Antwoord said it best in his rap lyrics where he states ‘one crazy little girl is enough’. Upon telling my buddy about her he formulated in his mind this bombshell of a woman, which she probably was back in the day, but she’s 49 years old and did a fuck-ton of partying back in the daze and it showed. I must admit, I’ve aged pretty well over the years and all yesterday’s parties considering. I’ll often get guessed at 35 or so, not 51. Of course if I ever grew my male patterned baldness sides out for some stupid reason I’m sure I’d look older, but really I don’t have many gray hairs, and I remember when I began to use the green glop, the Kratom, my hair actually started to revert back to brown, red, and sometimes blonde instead of the gray. I literally held a 12-inch strand in my hand and witnessed where it had gone from bleach white back to a brown color! No joke! It really is like a fountain of youth and wish I would have had been keen to it long ago and maybe I would not have delved into the world of cocaine so heavily, who knows. I am very open about my drug usage of days long ago and of now. I don’t really have anything to hide unless it is breaking a law and to reveal would simply get me into trouble that don’t need. Laws are interesting to me, for some, take traffic laws are indisputable, universal, true laws, like gravity. Then there are the other laws that I simply consider suggestions if only for the sake of not going to jail or fined. Usually it is both and I try to avoid like the plague. There’s an old saying that no, I don’t hate cops; just feel better when they’re not around. The wind is pounding against this window. Cold in here, in this house, especially with head backed to this massive opening where I’m trying to get any drop of the Sun’s UV rays in effort to combat this seasonal depression. Keep the temp in here at 64ish, so one must usually wear a jacket or sweatshirt and socks to maintain level of comfort. Since I’m bald as cue ball have to wear a hat on top of it all. It is okay though, have some good gear and enjoy the feeling of a nice Marino wool sweater on a chilly afternoon such as today. For some reason the significant other has been torturing me with Dawson’s Creek and upon passing, as we are ships in the night, I get a peek at the dude’s hair and think back on my youth when I would spend time washing and combing and cutting my mop top and how silly having hair is to me. I had long hair and always had hat-head from my helmet. One day went to the barber and with my helmet on said just cut it along the back, so my hair kinda went longer in the front like a female. I wore earrings in both ears back then (which wasn’t the norm) so I must’ve looked quite feminine in some ways. These days there are no differentiation really, all the extra letters and gender identities, I can’t even keep up any longer! Well, I guess just don’t care to. And you know, good for all them. Wonder how much bullying has gone down in schools because of this ongoing gender classification thing, this movement? Does have its pros to go along with cons. I don’t have any bones to pick with the WOKE movement thing, just as long as it is not pushed onto anyone. This once great country was based on the principle ‘the pursuit of happiness’ so if that is what makes someone happy, becoming an anachronism, creating a niche identity, so be it, a Constitutional right. I tend to not touch the subjects of sensitive nature such as sex, religion, and politics. Even have a sign at the front door, which reads: No religion. No politics beyond this point. And No soliciting. Beware of Dog printed over some skull artwork did many years ago. It was a magnet, but has been on the metal door so long that it is permanently attached. Need a new front door, but cannot afford it at present. Need new kitchen/living room floor, but cannot afford. Now I’ve noticed that the roof needs to be replaced. Can’t wait until I no longer have to work on roofs! Fell off a ladder once and almost landed on a propane tank. I often am up on my roof at this house because I’ve turned it into a kind of patio up there and use the vantage point to be high up in tree line for small bird photography. I’ll sit there with a sixer on a hunting stool and mount my 500mm on a monopod and wait it out. Have a tripod with a limb adhered to it, which will be taking to the metro park one day if I can get up early enough. Not a morning person, unless you call 4 AM morning. Sometimes I’ll be up until 5! Fell off a ladder while carrying shingles up to my Dad when building garage back in the 90s. Never could figure out why he chose to roof it in the middle of summer…. But I don’t call the shots. Another time I fell off a ladder in Colorado while roofing for 3 days with Krazy Karl. Write about it in my book. Krazy Karl was the boss man of a crew of Mexicans and the only real reason for having me on board was so he could have someone to talk to in English and drink with. We would work for half an hour painting, then take half-hour break for beer, then repeat. Huge storm was coming in but we had to work until very last minute, and in the haste to get back down and the judgment now full impaired, I must’ve kicked the ladder out just a hair and the top slipped off and I fell and almost rolled off to the ground below, as I was working on the 3rd level of the residence. That was my last day in Colorado until I moved there about a year later with high hopes of a new life using a new identity and such. But I knew one day they would come for me – and they did.