You know we hear so much about how men talk shit about women and the truth is men do and they treat woman with no respect. The men that don't follow these dirt bag principles are far and few between. What I have learned though being a broke down crippled old fuck that is surrounded by women nurses and aides is that…Continue
My brother Nathan texted me
and ask if I remembered a time that involved Paul and I texted back that I did indeed remember. It was one of those times when mom and dad and the four boys and some of dads clan all decided to go to a buffet and eat.
Family get together's were rare and very uncomfortable for me.
We all met at a local buffet that was stocked to the rim with all kinds of food.
As we all lined up i immediately notice how at home my brother and…Continue
Johnny is our token Viet Nam vet. Was cut from his throat to his groin. Was known as a real psychedelic killer when he served. Now he just roams the two hundred hall to the cafeteria where he gets a giant black pitcher four times a night full of coffee.
A lot has has happened. I celebrated quietly my…Continue
Old lady Dawn Lou sits in the hallway yelling out "will someone help me fix my bed!"
I'm running behind. I am waiting for my brother to bring me a USB keyboard. i don't do well since the stroke and laptop keyboards.
drums for the ignorant
and the master of events is a clown walking in front of his pretty wife, the only saving grace
the clown is beating his drum with his Kleenex boxes wrapped around his waist
later on he usea…Continue
I'm cold. Middle of August and I am cold.
Old lady Nel was told she would be living here today.
The crying was unbearable. Nel heaved and twisted and turned calling out, "I want to go home! Take me home…Continue
The thing that makes me the angriest about the sobbing woman is actually the way the family treats her. Maybe next week but soon. Be more sociable. Stop crying. Eat more. The niece that has been put in charge of the sobbing woman is a monster.
I sometimes feel like I am dying. My breathing changes and I get the shivers and become confused. I sometimes wonder if some of my feelings now are connected to the dying…Continue
Talking with-between the window of wisdom and foolish joyous anticipations. Its 8:20, time for all to partake.
The cocktail of Ambien, Algram and Clonopien hit me early. I was a bucket of boiled flesh and not strapped in the seat correctly.
Added by Michael Todd Cheeseman on August 11, 2017 at 10:45am — No Comments
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