my father loves dogs

1969...give or take...my brother comes home in tears...he had been bitten by a dog...my father goes to the basement...gets a baseball bat...gives it to my brother...and says..."son , you go show that fucking dog who's boss"...anyway...i would look at my father...study his every move...and do the opposite...point...if you are a parent...teach your children well...live luv.

the anglican church

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  i worked in this anglican church...the "pastor" would talk to me about all these wonderful "prophesies" concerning the church and the congregation...it has been torn down now...i walk by it just about every day...sometimes i fantasize about seeing him in front of the church...(commonly referred to as a parking lot these days)...not sure what i would say...i guess the parking lot would do all the talking for me...luv stu

greeting cards and my brother

the mid 80's...my brother arrives at the gander airport...his best friend is there to greet him...he says..."hey , steve...my little girl is walking now"...my brother replies..."who the fuck cares???" now , i am no fortune cookie...but my guess is...if stephen had lived...he would never have ventured into the greeting card industry...luv stu

August The Third

picture this

i am sitting on my couch...gazing at a picture...i say out loud..."fuck , i hate that picture"...immediately it falls off the wall and breaks...coincidence??? get this one...i go for a walk a few minutes later...come back home...and two of my other pictures had traded places...someone was trying to tell me that the supernatural events that i was experiencing at that time in my life...were not my imagination...anyway...i was glad to get rid of the thing .

garlic sault

so...for whatever reason...i am talking to a friend about buying hamburgers...suddenly...i hear a voice...it says to me..."you will need garlic salt",,,that's weird...i conclude...i have garlic salt in the cupboard...anyway...next day i am at the dollar store...and there is this bottle of garlic salt...but it is in with the pots and pans...alone...i take it...but...just one more thing to do before i leave...i check the spice section to see if there is any garlic salt there...nope...just one fucking bottle in the entire store...still...there is the matter of already having a bottle at home...i arrive...check the cupboard...there is is all right...FUCKED...as hard a s a rock...and the hamburgers were very nice . 

the bagel shop

there used to be this bagel shop right across the street from where i lived...we had this occasional deal...if i went to their shop wearing nothing but a bath robe...i  would get my breakfast for free...the customers would sometimes ask me why i was in a bath robe...to them i would reply that this was my house and that my bed room was just beyond the kitchen...and this seemed to satisfy them...anyway...it is the little things in life that make it worth while .