Just arrived in Cedar Key. Here a week, pay six nights, seventh night free. We were in our room – no hyperbole – for only ten minutes before the young redhead saw her first dolphin.
Before Hurricaine Hermione, there were no biting bugs. They are here now. I blame Steve Bannon.
We drove from the middle of nowhere where we live to a more rural region and then to a even more rural area before heading into the woods. Then the island. Which is where the old man remembered he had forgotten to stop to fill the big red beer cooler.
Booze prices not good on remote destination, which is only ninety minutes from home.
The point is, well, here’s the point. There’s a certain political group feeling real good at the moment. They are all about freedom, just not yours. They love the Constitution. But only some of the Amendments.
I like all of them. Just sayin’. Free press. Assembly.
Not to mention the damn pursuit of happiness.
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Fuck the First Amendment. I have the right under God to say anything I want to say from my heart that comes out of my mouth. I do not need a law to say what I can or cannot say. I am a human being, put on this earth, and I can say any muthafuckin’ thing I want. As soon as you make a law to tell you what you can say, the same law will tell you what you can’t say, you see? Fuck the muthafuckin’ First Amendment. – Ice T, The Ice Opinion: Who Gives a Fuck?
If you can’t be a good example, then you’ll just have to be a horrible warning. – Catherine Aird.
Having the fewest wants, I am nearest to the gods. – Socrates.
“Wisdom comes at a hell of an hour – when youth is gone, the storm is over and the girls have gone home.” – Charles Bukowski, Hot Water Music.
“That’s how they hooked you – they gave you just enough to keep alive but they never gave you enough so you could finally escape.” – Charles Bukowski, Hot Water Music.
“You must never let them know that you care or they will kill you…. I still had a woman, a woman I cared for. Such magic is not to be taken casually.” – Charles Bukowski, Hot Water Music.
“The moon stood up, the house smelled of lint and roses, the dog leaped upon me. I pulled his ears, punched him in the belly, his eyes opened wide and he grinned.” – Charles Bukowski, Hot Water Music.
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p.s. First post from an iPad. Which explains the lack of illustration.