Unstructured Days … 

Don BallcapShe kissed me in the cash and prizes (your junk, privates, twigs and berries) and then she took me to the ground.  Mmmmmm nice dream, please stay, don’t go. 


Pills are kicking in, the pain is being masked by the drugs, and slowly going away.  Which is really a good thing, I should stop talking to people wearing Bluetooth headsets by the end of the week.  They in turn should stop looking at me like a dowdy old fool.

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Some More Word-Sand, From The Smith Kid …

old-manThe meaning of life comes through understanding your own nature and learning to accept all aspects of yourself.  The other day I was asked:  “Where do you get it?  How is it that you can come up with this stuff every day?”  Giving it some thought, all I could come up with was what Plato had to say on it.  “The quiet mind is our best tool for introspection.  A life unexamined is not a meaningful life.”

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Cheaper Than A Mistress …

 When was the last time you zoned out at the counter and just had what your Mama used to call a Happy Dream … Much, much too long I would venture.  Today for your reading pleasure, Cheaper Than A Mistress, Creative Endeavors, the home of Boxcarokie.com


Suddenly I find myself craving a fresh bowl of gravy and a hairball, so I go over to the local beanery.  The local beanery is American slang.

In some circles it is also known as a Choke & Puke, but we are not about being gross this day, so we will call it a beanery.

Hunger my driving concern forced me out of the shop, those pesky slack adjusters can wait, it is time for food and another adventure into the public arena.  I need nourishment, someone radar me something to eat and make it fast!

Sliding into a booth at Denny’s the world seems circumspect almost peaceful and serene.  And then suddenly, as if by magic, he finds himself lost in a world of his own.  In his mind’s eye he envisions himself walking around the bus meet parking lot, where he stumbles across Mona.  

She was interesting, her old 4104 looked tired and run down.  She said that she had just drove straight thru from the World Famous Darrel Waltrip Truck-stop in Franklin, Kentucky, and only used five quarts of oil.  

The bus looked pretty tired, but Mona, now she was a little different.


She had the mystery of Garbo or Monroe, the allure of Lauren Bacall, the torso of Bridgett Bardo (which is really dating this guy, he should be using Jay Lo or Britney Speers someone like that).  Feeling lucky he invites her back to his 89 Prevo, with the polished slack adjusters and freshly painted underbody.  Opening the door he invited her in and she looked at him and smiled.  “I like what you have done with the floors.”

The perfect entrance to a man’s heart.  Sweat Equity and Power Tools.  

A very intelligent smart girl.

He looked at her, lost in his passion, with awe and ecstasy (It has been a long time, no?).  “He pulled her mouth to his and kissed her so hard she moaned.”  His mind is now racing, “she is so beautiful and she already knows how to dump!  I must be in heaven he thought to himself.”


This is much, much better. 

A grim smile played across his lips (almost a sneer) then they made passionate love on the back bedroom regular sized bed with the convenient storage underneath (yeah I am sure, in your dreams lover boy). Her trim, brown skinned body was bare, save for a wet sweat filled bikini (89 Prevo’s apparently are not all that cool this time of the year). 

He ran his hand along her back to the string that fastened her bikini top.  Tan lines traced her beautiful torso all the way to her triangle of her — And then the plate hit the counter with a resounding ring!

“You the Grand Slam, the side of ham and the hash browns?”

Back to reality.  

Wake up its early, eat your eggs they’re ready, you have things to do.  Well, that is the way it goes.  One of these days, I hope it is soon, I am gonna get me a life. The wife said I cannot keep living vicariously thru these lousy bus-boards.*


*Any resemblance to anyone owning, driving, or selling a 4104 or full-timing or traveling in a 89 Prevo is purely co-incidental and should not be taken as factual.  No reprints of this article are allowed unless you have written permission from the NFL or America Has Got Talent.  Please no phone calls, all of our off-shore operators are busy.

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Sweet Dreams …

Wow … Half of the month is gone and I flat did not notice, how about you?

You ever lie in your bed, that special early time in the morning, where you are not exactly asleep, but you still have your eyes closed?  I have just had another nice dream, one of those sweet dreams, where you just don’t want to open your eyes, and lose the image in your brain that has brought you release from the trials of life.

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Wish Upon A Star …


My Daddy used to chuckle and he would look down at me and say “Wish in one-hand kid, and spit in the other.  See which one fills up first.”  But today is Monday and I always try to be up-beat and positive on Monday’s.  (Uh huh sure)  “In the spirit of Judy Garland we could all collectively wish upon a star and try and change our destinies.  When you wish upon a star, it makes no difference who you are, that kind of deal.

I like this part:  When you wish upon a star, it makes no difference who you are.  Looking back, I remember as a small lad my father told me a fable such as that one night when I was but a small tyke, I still remember lying there in wonder and bewilderment.

It went something like this … He said …. YOUR mother said I was to come in here and tell you a fable or a bedtime story. 

So pay attention.

Once upon a time, a Prince who asked a beautiful Princess, “Will you marry me?”

The Princess said, “NO!”

And the Prince lived happily ever after and rode motorcycles and banged skinny long-legged, big breasted broads and hunted and fished and raced cars and went to naked bars and dated women half his age and drank whiskey, beer and Captain Morgan and never heard bitching and never paid child support or alimony and nailed cheerleaders and kept his house and guns and ate Spam and potato chips and beans and blew enormous farts and never got cheated on while he was at work and all his friends and family thought he was cool as hell and he had tons of money in the bank and left the toilet seat up.  The End

Then my father went into the kitchen for another beer and I was told to go to sleep.  To this day I have to admit, “I just love a good fairytale” how about you?


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