Morning has busted

I woke in a cave, to the sound of a gaggle of gibbons (that's a kind of monkey). Last night I slept in caffeine's room, it's in the basement and really hard to wake up because it's so dark but this morning it was really loud. The home school classroom is right next to Caffo's room and the screeching kid noise slings right over the partition into this tired clowns ears. Other parts of my body were waking me up anyway so it was no biggie (I should re-phrase that)
I had a dress on when I got up. I didn't question it as much as I questioned how this could happen when I quit drinking a year ago. I don't think I got "lucky" so I can only guess that in the night I must have been cold and put on whatever I could find in the dark.
I don't see any reason for men and woman to have separate clothing, I get no kicks from lady's garments but older lady's apparel is always colorful and ready to alter into clown clothing.
One time Caffeine insisted that I wear a pair of T backed underthongs that she had. It was so I would learn how uncomfortable they are. We had a gig that night and I wore the nasty things under my clown outfit. BOY DID THAT HURT!
It may not have been so bad if they were my size or shaped for dude plumbing. I told some yuppies what I had going on under my duds and they failed to see the humor.
I guess the sexes should have different kinds of clothing, if anybody wore anything, anytime, then the transvestites (sounds like a rock formation) wouldn't get any thrill from making the jump, I'm just guessing. When I was a youngster, my dear Mother in Beerstain Texas used to think that my mohawk hair cut and porcupine looking leather jacket was my way of looking different, she would say "You look just like those other spiky Bozos, yer attempt to be different only drew you into the fold of another convention hahahahahaha! Then she would fly on her broom stick back up to the volcano she lived in.
I wasn't trying to look different, I just felt comfortable in giant boots, colorful hair, lots of metal things and music that sounded like garbage trucks dancing on a pile of drum equipment, it was a short jump from punk rock to clowning, the clothing got worse and the music got better.
I'm up now and about to make my rounds delivering Dawg Snax, when I go around the hood nowadays I get to hear from my neighbors that they are getting the city called on them for minor infractions, the anonymous caller sure is prolific. All our oldest friends have moved away or are moving away and the culture here is almost gone. I think they are all going to St.Johns neighborhood. I should go that way next wek and call the city on anybody who's yard I don't like.
HAHAHA
I could get a fourth job and move back to the Mississippi neighborhood, then I could call the city and complain about the big lot that the city keeps the big trucks in. Maybe they would kill themselves like they killed the Clown House. I'm not bitter folks...I just woke up in a dress.

HOLY CRAP!

Three teens were caught shooting paint balls at a school. It was the front story on the news and took up a lot of time. Nobody here at the Clown House can see how they can report stuff like that with a strieght face. Paint just hoses off, I used to do worse than that on the way to school.
Stuff like this and all the air time they inevitabily flush on sports are all valuable time that they could be telling people about the government passing a bill to dig up Alaska.
I do get a kick out of the guy who got caught stealing nickers, what was he thinking?

Danger

The other guy is his nemesis and Dad "Jay" who drove to the bike fair that day.

Hi!
The fella that my friend Charlie pointed out as the dude who ratted us out to the city came in to my work at BARRAKA and told me he had run into Charlie, and he had gave him an ear full.
The guy said he had nothing to do with calling on us, and said he would never do such a thing.
I told him that my job was more on the moving forward part and the who dunnit part is for other people to deal with. I just gotta keep the roof over our heads.
He did suggest that our landlord may be to blame.
I didn't say that I did or didn't believe him, I don't care really. It did speak volumes that, when he walked in, I was busy re-heating pans of goo, and after I told him I would be out in a second, he just stood where the wait staff works and drunkenly told me his story, cussing and ignoring the tickets that kept spitting out. That shows a profound lack of concern for anybody but himself. I hope he gets over himself for his own sake. hahaha!
I did notice that his obnoxious new building is not the one covering the kids mural. That's another obnoxious building. I did bust my head open because of his construction site, but I don't get on people for stuff like that.
I leave people be, sure wish they would do the same for us.

WELL

My neighbor Charly came over and he was hopping mad. Seems he thinks he knows who pulled off the cowardly manuver of calling the city rather than talking to us about there being too much stuff in our yard. I'm not suprized that he pointed out the developer of one of the newest and ulyest buildings on the street. The building that took up the sidewalk so bad I had a nasty crash and busted my head open on it's fencing.
This is the same guy that comes over when he is drunk and rides our bikes. I guess it's all fun and games until theres more money to be made and thrown on the pile.
I'm not mad, I just use it as a reminder to raise my kids right so they don't grow up treating people like subjects to be used and abused.
See friends, it's not my roll to be the thumper or the yeller, it's my roll to entertain the troops and keep everybody on task.
Charly will take it from here and I sure hope he is right. He was classed out of his house a couple of months ago, right before we were to start making gurilla stop walks so our kids would be safer.
He beat the system for now by getting another rental just a block away.
Now Charley and a few other renters that are really upset will be having a meeting this Tue. at 7:00 pm at a cafe called Fuel, theres a neighborhood meeting going on there and I think they will be suprized to see so many folks turn out.
His messege...W e are sick of being treated like that from folks who just swoop in, buy a big building and start changing the commuinity by cop calling on black folks and city calling on everyone else.
Just because the building is new and clean dosent mean that we wouldn't rather see the community mural that the ugly beast is covering.
What does that tell the kids who painted the mural?
Put work into a community and then watch a greedy land pimp cover all your work up and displace your parents?
We lost our shop and program but it's not all bad, we do lots of indoor stuff and thats what I have been doing. Painting, video, film, still photography, puppets, music, more music, and I'm working a lot too doing the Dawg Snax buissness and being the head line cook at BARAKKA BAR.
I'm a cook in the same building that Caffeine and I were in our first full feature movie in, it's great.
I saw the nasty letter in the Mercury this week. It said that it's our fault for being white and that we led the way in for gentrification.
i THINK THIS FOOL IS GONNA GET IT FROM pEPTO THE CLOWN WHEN HE FINDS OUT.
She said that this was a black neighborhood and that we displaced black folks, hahahahaha We have been here for YEARS (almost 10) it was never a black hood or a white hood...it was a dangerus hood and where it wasn't it was a community.
Now some more silly crap...
Leave this page open on your computer where others can see it, they will think you are a stud.

How is this a debate?

look at the last letter, what a dope hahahah*! coff coff!

Don't forget

If you have a Jack o lantern or two on your porch. And if it's not in too bad a shape. Maybe YOU can make a killer pot of soup out of it. If you had a candle in it, then you just saved a tiny amount of cooking time.
Just scrape the inside goo out and throw it in a big pot of boiling water, add frozen veggies, soy salsa, and if you like, cinnamon and sugar. Cook until the smoke detector goes off and then ingest into your stomach. Your body automatically kicks in for the rest of the pumpkins journey through the G.I. tract. Then excrete the mixture into a bowl and flush.

I want Phil Collins to do a song about this.

PARTY!!!!!!

it was a great summer here.

Movie review

Lord of the Rings, Return of the king,
Synopsis: short folks with hairy feet living in what I can only guess is the bronze age, deal with addiction issues and domestic, civil and national violence. Hilarity ensues when the ring is tossed into a volcano.
BOY did they mess up a lot of elephants in this movie let me tell ya.
I saw a lot of elephants hurt when I was in the big corporate circus many years ago.
So I'm really sensitive to people hurting the pachaderms.
Also the movie didn't have the special features I wanted to see such as:
All castles after the end of battles should have had thorough inspections for foundation and structural integrity.
10 thousand orcs not killed at the end will face displacement woes and will not easily integrate back into society.
Thousands of animals and monsters were killed, Middle earth I.D.A.?
Thousands of orcs, humans, elves, dwarves and other beings were killed, would it take months to find, identify and bury all these people? Will Haliburton get a no bid contract to rebuild mordor?
How about the survivors of the epic battles, I wonder if they will be suffering post traumatic stress and who will deal with the cost of analysis and treatment? I did notice that all the minority's were still white people, just differently shaped, I guess back then there were no brothas or homies or anyone who wasn't white.
I'm not complaining friends, only reporting.
The little person who was a ring addict, did he have withdrawal symptoms?
How about the Golem/ American that was treated as if it's addiction was a crime?
I love movies with swords and monsters. I really liked the monsters in this movie, especially when they were using catapults and trebuchets, the images of the crushing blows scared Caffeine almost out of her pregnant hahaha! Just kidding,
The orcs were great, they sounded like English death metal singers but walked like armor plated Maori fishermen.
I love that Iron Maiden lent Peter Jackson so many of it's members and crew to play the long haired warriors, I turned the sound off during those parts and blasted the album Powerslave.
The elf woman who decided to be mortal so she could die with the human, well she got sick as Hell soon as she became mortal and I don't remember if she died or not, regardless she was one high maintenance chick.
lessons I learned from the movie: 1. Sometimes a treasure becomes more of a pain in the ass and less of an enrichment (like the Clown House). 2. Don't conversate with people who are glowing. 3. Any time I try to watch a movie on the big couch, the dog will lay near me and by the time the movie is half over she will have shoved me off or we will have gotten into a brawl (thats why I missed the needy elf gal all cryin and stuff)..