Being Blind Last Night

Last night I was moving pipe in one of the barley fields. After I was finished, with much pain and suffering, I began sauntering back on the outskirts of the field towards the house. Then I decided to take off my glasses. Being blind can be cool. I like not worrying about looking and anxiously observing everything around.

So picture this: Me, stumbling through a great barley field with the moon laying low in the dark blue sky behind me and to the left, and pale blue mountains in the distance. I'm wearing a green raincoat that is soaked beyond reason, muddy blue jeans, a gold necklace (which my glasses are hanging from) and knee high rubber boots caked in 3 inches of wet, heavy mud. My feet are dragging, my arms hang lazily in my raincoat pockets and my head is up looking up and all around at the far from dull smudges and blurs of blue and green and brown surrounding me.
I can't even see Chris, who is not that far away from me, who is finishing his pipe line.
I feel invincible, unstoppable.

Now.
Picture me naked.

AHAH!

I'm just young, rich and tasteless.

Eight Lines on Clouds and Sadness and Rain and Beer

Every single day and night
The clouds all gather, chat and fight,
Their colours have the power to
Sooth my soul, drink my gloom
And though they oft bring champion rains,
They still distill my heartache pains
One day they'll scamper, 'way from here
And when that day comes, I'll quaff more beer.

(The clouds here are awesome)

A Secret

My good people. I have discovered something magnificent. Something I had a good idea about but then received the whole truth. Something that makes me happier than almost anything else on the planet. There's only one problem: I cannot tell anyone over my blog. For this secret that I now carry is darker and more devilish than anything (not really) you're ever dreamed of. Also, someone that reads my blog can't know about this secret. NO, it does not have to do with secret love or anything relating to women at all, NO it does not have to do with men either, I guess. Nope, I didn't rob a bank and I definitely didn't lose my virginity.

Just ask me, if you can find me. When you do, I might just flash a knowing smile and tell you to go away. But probably not. I'll probably tell you, if I like you.

ALSO, found a second best friend:


He helped me vanquish at least 20 flies. Chris didn't help me do that.

ANOTHER ALSO, Chris, Javan (not black) and I named our hoes:
Javan: Delilah
Chris: Ophelia
Niels: Persephone

Peektyr.

The Mighty Wasp

(read about it HERE at Chris' blog)
You won't regret it. It was a mighty battle though I mostly hid under the bed...

My best friend:

My headlamp.
It keeps me sane and keeps everything bright when I read and when I write and when I'm stumbling around the bunkhouse at night looking for my glasses or a half-eaten doughnut.

Who's your best friend?