Its 1023 pm.I approached the littler trailer in the dark.  Right now, I have a flashlight in my mouth, and yes, I am  in a state of drunkeness but I still have 1 and a half damn beers to my imbibage. I checked the first row of outlets on the the trailer to which in a prevous time I had chatted mundanely with a man who had worked for thie outfit way too many years and who was only trying to say that on THAT day they guys in the trux were letting out some slough , into the river.  ... by which I pitched my stay under the radar of the upwardly immobile dogs of attitude and authoritay beneath a series of hwyz overpassing.
  The first box was blackened and I figured that juicegez would not be quarried there.  But the second of the 5, like a bingo.  I was on the backside of the temporal workmans office by the railroad trax, and my bicycle did prove worthy of enough aptitude to allow my a moment of balance to get this laptop to the ruf wjile charging and to my delight logging on.  But to actually get to the roof of the structure with myself  where I might better sink a feathrr into the faithhaveneast wifi signal? I would have to append the front of the strukture.  So I did attempt and twice did I attempt. At first I had no notion of the peculiar physical unrestraints set up of the  stairwell that graced the front of this trailer ,,, so in the 1st up in a minute I  begAN with a footing that sent me and the construction, westwardly and to the ground accompanying a frightening unwanted entire throe.  Nuffsaid I finished a severe yet enlightened 'oh shit' and crawled up again to  aright the stairwell with a hearth of blue ribbon impulse. .. back to near abouts the door it was saddled up to originally. and then I began what was to be  a very simple access to this roof I now sit at with a nearly inhessitant singular motion  aND ease.  and yes the signal is better.  and I still have 1 beer left but no one to share this moment with. crap.  Shivering, winded and without a noble immediate futere I now am possessed with a sped away itinerary of mind that this is none much more than just sitting drunk in the wind on a roof.
Now to get down again...

You truly have a gift of implicantly descriptive words of what would normally be everyday events for some.
Oh yea....
You click the ENTER <---- over there to enter a blog entry
You click the EDIT ----> over there to change your heading....
I should make that more clear, but, not many people use this blog anyway.

I'm sorry Warren Davis. Well, I would have been right if I just said Dave Davis, since all of the Davis men are Dave's. :) I think (anyway). www.oddtod.com is a fun site. Thanks for the T.O.

Oh, and it's good to hear from ya Warren Douglas!!!

Yowzerz, what fun youve let arrange unto yerself boy! Hoo-hyah! Wha, you got one dem Iron willz er sumthin'? Heh.. Not that im into this, but my karma programmer thought it best i guess to slamm me into a television viewing experience the other day and I watched this Vh1 thing called the surreal life. Were ther efer a point Id make it that If Tammy Faye, Erik Estrada, Ron Jeremy and Vanilla Ice to live together for twelve days and come aut a lovin, well, chin up kid. Cheers baby! its Summer!

Cool Warren. Thanks. It's nice to know you read this BLOG :^)
The St Patricks Day Parade is tommorrow and I'm heading up a crowd of 6 to go there!
I sure hope they have cheerleaders!
It starts at 4th and Ogden at 11am and there should be a party crowd of 30,000+ people all with green tongues yelling their whoo-has.

Hey, it is tuesday and I need my dose of blog! You are not the only person who reads this, I come crawling here every day like I was [insert recording artist has been] and you the methadone hut! later.

The planet to which the Wallmartians are attributed is however spelled Walmart and none of their diplomats or universities have given comment as to why.

That means a ton to me. Im sure it will to James D as well.

this is you as a Bouncing Baby Boy!!! Click here
And here's some more pics I thought you might like. Click here

Yeah, I visited y'al in 1974, I remember being quite elated about upcoming kindergarten but sad hearing the rumors that Ford may actually become PResident. You were damn close though only off by ten years.. I guess ten becomes like one after enough recalibration and experience.

Probably 30 years since I last saw you!!! KEWL