I know the last post was sloppy, but I want to get this all down then sort the bodies (words) later.

Continue for the last post....

I got about another 20- 30 years left to me. It is only a matter of time before my pancreas burns out and the darjk effects of diabetes occur. I just don't want to lose any toes. I perfer to meet my maker with all the parts I checked out, even if the warrenty has run out. The other fact that my boby forgets how to breather while I sleep things are OK. I hate sleeping. Dreaming is fine, but I hate those little slices of death. Lady Death sits on my chest at night and watches me breathe. Sometime I can actually feel myself dying from lack oxygen. It's like a cold black fuzzy curtain slow rolling cross your mind. Sometime I can actually see it in my dreams! Then Lady Death grinds hers spiked heels right into my heart, I snap awake and breathe big gulps of air. She lulls me back to sleeps and we play the game again. This goes on all night, 40 times an hour. All this is very hard on my heart. One of these day Lady Death will drive her spiked heel right through me. My Uncle died this way. massive heart attack in his sleep. He was 67. Not a great age, but in the realm of a Black American.


Only with a my dream machine do I feel safe, until the power goes out.


Anyway, 20-30 years left, what do with them to create a leagacy? I have no idea. It needs to be something more than my kids sitting around when they are in their 40's and 50's retelling stories about how I once would beat them with 5 gallon paint stirrer from Home Depot. I like building things from wood so maybe I should try Habitat for Humanity.



Last subject: BLACK MAN'S KRYPTONITE ---- WOMEN

I have no vices. I don't drink, smoke, do drug or gamble. My only problem is LUST. Women more specifically. Nine out of ten women I meet I think about waht they would be like. Good thing I'm a short, fat balding guy or I might get into trouble. Women rule my world, just like Tom Jones. All my accident have been due to women. At 14, I plowed my bike into a park gold Trans-Am. I was stare at a lady jogger in terry cloth shorts. ( It's a 80's thing. Actually I don't know how young guys can stay sane with the mini-skirts and thongs this summer. More on that later) At 33, last my car in a headon crash while daydreaming! Now I can barely keep a car on the road!

So I am alone this weekend trying to stay out of trouble, good thing I live in the midwest and in Iowa. Any larger of a city I'd be in deep sneaker. I had lunch on Friday. The hostess show me to a table. She's 20, slim, and wearing a white mini-skirt. More mini less skirt. It's 2pm, she starts cleaning the booths, part of the after lunch rush wipe down. A typical restaurant booth, wide seats, long tables about waist high. There is me, and amother and her little girl in this section of teh restuarant. Ms.20 stand at the end of the table and starts her wipe down. She starts leaning over...further...further .... and Christmas comes early. White thongs! MY GOSH....just hop in the cage and start throw red meat at the tiger! I start looking for things I can drop on the floor! Then the big head starts thinking again now that the blood has come back to it from it's detour. I finish my sandwich...leave a tip and proceed to almost crash my car into traffic.


From Brooks and Dunn

Once I thought that love was something I could never do
Never knew that I could feel this much
But this yearning in the deep part of my heart for youIs more than a reaction to your touch
It's a perfect passion
And I can't get enough

The way you look, the way you laugh, the way you love with all you have
There aint nothing about you that don't do something for me

The way you kiss, the way you cry, the way you move when you walk by
There aint nothing about you that don't do something for me

In my life I've been hammered by some heavy blows
That never knocked me off my feet
All you gotta do is smile at me and down
I goAnd baby it's no mystery
Why I surrenderGirl you've got everything

The way you look, the way you laugh, the way you love with all you have
There aint nothing about you that don't do something for me
The way you kiss, the way you cry, the way you move when you walk by
There aint nothing about you that don't do something for me

I love your attitude, your rose tattoo, your every thought
Your smile, your lipsAnd girl the list goes on and on and on
The way you you look, the way you laugh, the way you love with all you have
There aint nothing about you that don't do something for me

The way you kiss, the way you cry, the way you move when you walk by
There aint nothing about you that don't do something for me
The way you look, the way you laugh, the way you love with all you have
There aint nothing about you that don't do something for me

Your dance, your drive, you make me feel alive
The way you talk the way you tease, by now I think you see
There aint nothing about you that don't do something for me..........