Something I think about alot

"Charlie!!"
"What?"
"I see some bread over there"
"Really?  Man I'm fucking starving"
"I'm going to check it out"

Joe approaches the bread, cautiously but driving by hunger.
"This is way better than foam" he things to himself.  A few minutes pass when Charlie starts to worry.  Charlie calls out
"Joe....Joe where you at man"
No answer.  Charlie heads out in the direction he saw Joe head a few minutes earlier.  He sees Joe, he seems to be sticking his head into a box.

"God dammit Joe if your eating all that shit without sharing I gonna kick....."  He pears into the box to find Joe's face firmly planted to the bottom.  Cold chills shoot down his spine.  The lifeless body of his friend lays still.

"It's a trap!!"  Charlie runs the route they have taken so many times before.  I notices something different ahead of him, but fearing for his life, blindly runs ahead.  He only sees the hole to the outside world.


Squish....

Charlie's run  quickly comes to a dead stop, as if an invisible force pulls his stomach to the ground.  His struggling only ensnares him more.  Fatigue quickly takes over has he realizes that it is the same box that has taken his friend.  "Enough" he thinks, he lays still hoping for help.


Charlie's slumber is interrupted by a bright light, he begins to struggle once again but soon realizes he is no more closer to free himself.  Darkness envelopes him has he is lifted.  He closes his eyes tightly in hopes that he will wake from this nightmare.

A flash of light.....


"The woods?"  he asks himself.  He sees the sun, the warm glow warming him.  He tries once again to free himself but he's still trapped.  He hears a sound and sees a man looking down on him.  He remains still until the man turns and walks away.  Think this is his chance for freedom he begins the struggle again.  During his struggle he notice the man sits down, seems like miles from him.  He struggles more, one foot free!!  "I'm almost there..."

Another foot comes free.  Charlie can feel his body lifting, almost free of his prison.  A flash of light catches his attention, almost like a mirror.  He's starting to feel fatigued again, but the dream of freedom drives him.  Another foot breaks free.  "Almost there!"  he screams, on the verge of tears.  The flash of light again.  He freezes.  He realizes what is going on and the fight for freedom drains from his body.

"There's not enough time"

He lays still and silent, thoughts of Joe run through his mind, wondering what went through his mind in his final moments.  The sorrow overwhelms him.

"Joe... I'm sor....

Bang

I'm lazy

That's why there ain't shit here....

That is all.

Surprise!!!!

No rapture!!!! No messiah coming down from the sky and snatching people up. I have a good idea why it didn't happen...

Jesus Christ is coming to town...

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/01/04/may-21-2011-judgment-day_n_804166.html

About time!!!

I foresee a real lonely time for me after Saturday, I think I might go buy some more ammo Friday and sit in the basement and just wait it out.

Poem for the rain

As I sit here and listen to the pump run, I thought of this little poem...

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Fuck you rain
fuck you.

I was that close...

Almost killed a man today, with my bare hands.

Rolling down 21 highway in WashCo, coming up on 47 highway just about to Dugout Road and what happens? 50 feet away this hoosier pulls out in front of me, luckily I saw him ahead of time and reduced my speed, still wasn't enough. When he gets out onto the highway, he apparently missed a gear in his little eco-shitbox (or maybe it didn't have the balls to get up to speed fast enough) So I'm to the floor, tires squealing and ABS kicking in. In this 2 second time span I told myself, if I hit this ass badger, I'm beating the fuck out of him in the middle of the highway. But no, my little truck once again prevailed in the war of me versus shouldn't-be-drivers.

Why did he find it necessary to pull out in front of me like that you may ask? So he could get onto 47, which was 100 yards down the road. The real kicker is that no one was behind me, so instead of waiting (or paying attention) he decided that the right way to go about getting to his meth lab in a timely manner was to pull out in front of a slightly larger vehicle barreling down the road at 55 mph and then forget how to properly operate his mobile meth delivery vehicle.

So here's to you red Geo fucktard with the hanging by one screw front license plate, I hope you get aids.... from your sister.

Hate is such a strong word

To the Honda Element on 40/61 today,


Really? Did you need in front of me so bad that you felt it was necessary to pass me by going over the solid white line? Where were you going that required you to drive like an ass? My favorite part was when I passed you and it took you 2 miles to finally pass me back. Just a reminder to all you asshats out there that don't want to be behind the big "not as slow as you think" truck, 15,000 lbs doesn't stop quickly.

Fuck you and your Apple sticker....