Faux Tears

Tweaker Siddhartha appeared again yesterday...as usual he was "gacked to the gills" on crank....grinding his teeth, casting Felllini-esque shadows and spewing buddhist thoughts at Mach II....supersonic koans and meth driven zen riddles...Tweaker asked me if "faux tears ever dry"? I know better than to give Tweaker a verbal response...so I just opened up my palms, pointed first to my eyes and then to the sky...I felt a little guilty misleading a drugged-out monk by implying all of our tears are God's tears, as I think we should all respect the Saffron, but Tweaker was unfazed. He took out some string, artfully wove the string into Cat's Craddle....then Jacob's Ladder...he had me hold onto Jacob's ladder while he snorted another rail and wandered off....


The foregoing is dedicated to the memory of Kurt Vonnegut Jr....I think Kurt is now having eternal lunch with Kilgore Trout.

Grandma Marguerite's 9 iron

My Grandmother was named Marguerite...I have always loved that name.....anyway I was watching this Filipino gas station attendant practicing his golf swing last Sunday....and well, he had a good swing, smooth fluid....I noticed he had a 9 iron....it brought back memories of Grandma....she told me that whenever my Grandfather was gone, she kept a 9 iron by the side of the bed...I thought for a moment and looked at her and said, "good thinking Grandma, a 9 iron is my best club too"...Grandma perked right up and segued perfectly, "yeah I cant hit a driver, if someone breaks in, I dont want to swing and miss"....absolutely infallible home protection golf logic!!!

thank you for being so incredibly special, Grandma Marguerite...you are still missed and adored