ANDY

Well Hito!!!

Here we go again!  I’m sitting in your chair watching the traffic and sometimes I even recognize them.  A black guy just rode by on a bicycle, an older dude about my age and I swear he said, “Hey Andy”,  and I damn near recognized him.  I don’t mean he said it so low, just slurred.  I guess that’s what I sound like to a lot of people.  I’ve been feeding the calico your potted meat and she meowed to be let in so as you know she is relaxing on the wood floor, WRONG.  She got up and went to your room and I ain’t sure she’s looking for you or the snook bait in the aquarium.  No, she’s back laying down and now she’s up checking out the kitchen, enough of this!  She can be in my new boring book called, “Who’ll let the cat out?”  It’s a short story, “I just did it”, the end!  Yeah, I know I said I was out but now I’m in.  The mosquitos are drawn to me like flies to a 3 day old hog carcass.    I’ve been fighting those nasty little creatures for quite some time now.  All day and sometimes at night in the house, no less!  Even with the air conditioner going.  I know you don’t owe me, wait a minute?  Ok, that’s irrelevant.  Anyway, could you see who’s in charge of “pestilence” and tell them to ease up a bit.  I may be running a bit short on blood.  I can’t tell for all the swelling they cause.  I know you’re a rookie but give a shot or at least think about it.  Fine, I wouldn’t wanna get you in trouble.  I just heard the calico meowing wanting in so I opened the . . . . stop laughing!  I’m telling everybody else what happened when I opened the door, looked both ways, no cat, when I went to close the door the calico jumped out of the tree next to the door.  Sorry man, you’re mom called and wanted to know if I talked to Paul.  Had to call Paul and we talked and now it’s 8 p.m.  I’ve gotta go home cuz I didn’t get much sleep last night and I don’t expect to get much tomorrow night seeing as how we leave the next morning to Albuquerque.  I was awake and it seems like every 15 minutes all night long and I dreamed of something each time I did dose off and it wasn’t always good.  In one dream, something that looked like the shape of a skinny dog made outta dusty straw touched my pant leg (on purpose) and I started turning into a damn scare crow.  Hell no, it wasn’t funny!  I felt straw in my lungs and it hurt to breathe and it was musty and dusty.  I don’t know what the hell it was all about but I do know being a scare crow SUCKS!  Imagination hell, that was a nightmare and it didn’t help me go back to sleep either.  I gotta go BUBBA.  Yeah, there’s some in the fridge, hell you don’t drink it anyway so why the hell did you ask?  You’re so fricking funny!  I’ll see you tomorrow  man, I gotta go!  Don’t forget, we’re leaving at 5:30 a.m. so if you wanna go get your ass up!  No.  I know you don’t need no damn plane but I do and if that SOB goes down I want  your ass on it too!  After all, it’s your party and if I’m gonna die trying to get to it I want your ass on that plane too.  You can be the “Wind Beneath My Wings”, know what I mean?  Don’t forget where I’m going in case I have to come back and ask directions.    Never mind, suspense can be fun.  No matter where I go there you’ll always be.  Asshole!!!!

                                                                                                . . . . . . . .  .Love Andy!!!!!!!!

June 11, 2011