The musings of a madman...

       Frequently, I find myself waiting on the other shoe to fall. This is not, like, an ACTIVE thing in the very least but for someone with my kind of history it is just kind of understood that bullshit begets bullshit. I'd say "trust me," but I'm comfortable that most of you are not new here and even if you are there are hundreds of thousands of published words to make the case.      So it's late summer now. The rains of the early/mid summer started winding down a few weeks ago and were replaced with a welcome cooldown in temps. This series of elements saw to it that when I caught up with my lawns that I offered to move all my clients off of scheduled lawn work to "as needed" so as to not be a greedy person for their money. ... I say that to say I was bored...      To combat the malaise, I decided to open up the Moe Phillips email and see what I could make shake. I started back at the end of August. The first one I acknowledged, ...

Y’all remember my monkey, Ian? [link] What about now?      Well anyway…  When we left you in the discussion of Ian, he was at once a purchase that seemed like a good idea in theory but wound up being GODawful in application and came dangerously close to ruining my life to boot. Unable to recoup any of what he cost me, I angrily left him in the pet shop I got him from so he could AT LEAST be rehomed or some shit. About 9 months after the fact, still randomly thinking back to and stewing on the moments I blew buying a fucking monkey as a pet and not a Cane Corso like I wanted, my phone rings… Me: “Hello?” Caller: “What up, though.” Me: “Marlon, you ain’t from Detroit.” Marlon: “How you know that?” Me: “Because I have met your country-ass mama.  Y’all from south Virginia.  What’s the deal.” Marlon: “Shit, chillin man.  What you got going on this weekend?” The sound in his background was familiar, but there is always ...