b2 Publishing: UTG 13: Cut to the Chase!

b2 Publishing: UTG 13: Cut to the Chase!:

'Under the Gun': Part 13 - Cut to the Chase!

Caught up to an old friend the other day on the phone. Or I should say, he caught up to me. Asked me what I'd been up to. "Same thing as twenty five years go....", I muttered, "...trying to find my niche."

He didn't bite, but then again, either did I. The conversation slowly died a torturously painful death until we both simultaneously gave it the "well it was good talkin' with ya'.....yeah....goodtimes....." - click. No goodbye, no see ya' later, just - click.

Still don't know why I did it. He was always a cool guy. Guess I just didn't want to be reminded that I had sold my soul for one way ticket on a hamster wheel bound for perpetual-grind-town, USA. Sure I had my share of kicks, usually they were aimed at my own backside, but I had them none-the-less.

None the less. What a great group of words that is. Makes one feel pretty darn good to use such wonderfully optimistic, yet undeniably horrible English phrase, not once, but twice in one rant. I might just be able to get to sleep before dawn tonight. I feel like I have really accomplished something.

Then I remembered Rick's car.

I had such a good time letting the blue-collars buy me drinks at Tally-Ho I had completely forgotten to share the funny story of where I had parked my brother's car, with my brother. Not that he would be surprised. The last time Rick handed me a set of key's I promptly handed them to the guy who ended up driving his new truck to Miami. It took fifteen years before we could laugh about that one. Fifteen years to find humour in the loss of a hot pink low rider with a tailgate that simply said 'YO'. The license plate might as well had said 'pull me'.

Well at least I have that to look forward to. In another fifteen years we can have a big laugh about how I parked his oldsmo-buick in the middle of the boulevard during rush hour traf.........

In another fifteen years. With the way the 'experts' are talking, I'll be lucky to have fifteen weeks.

don't you start a' whining now, blood-boy. i'm just starting to have some fun. what ya' say we call your brother now, what is it three in the morning. that'll get his blood boiling. oh, blood boiling, you should know all about that eh?!! heheheheheheh

I must be sobering up, the voice is back, and he's starting to make some sense.

oh yeah, i'm back alright. and i'm ready to light it up! whoo-hoo!! Tally-hhhoooooooooooo!

(you have just have just been served a round of the serial anthology known as 'Under the Gun'. all content is original, self-inflicted, and released for public absorption immediately upon assembly. there is no editing, no hesitation , and no tools are required . this is completely unplanned, unprejudice, and without malice. enjoy, but don't be selfish....share your thoughts, spread the word, and release the sunbird - b2)

To read UTG from the begining go to http://b2publishing.blogspot.com/p/under-gun.html