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I have seen lots of things in my life and since moving to Portland, even more, I like to reflect on cold mornings.
A cold morning reminds me of adventures, old and new, I like to play the music that I was listening to at the time of whatever chapter I'm thinking of.
The first cold morning of fall always brings me back to foggy mornings on Highway 10 down in the deep south, (I used to take walks during the mid 90s that went for hundreds of miles), I was insane.
I would leave telling my friends and family that I was going "on a walk" days later I would wake on the side of the road or in the woods to a chilly morning in Alabama or New Mexico, Florida, Dallas Texas, Minneapolis all over.
Once I woke to a cold morning in the swamp, in Louisianna, all my bedding was wet so I had to give it up, I didn't care I was adventuring and looking in amazment at the gray and green colors of that part of the world.
I would look at the faces driving down the causway to work of wherever, I was wet and cold but I was smiling, most of them looked like wasted lives, pushing cogs and full filling other's dreams.
You know who picked me up a lot?
People who do their own thing, folks who are their own boss.
I spent quite a few cold mornings in the corporate circus and some carnivals, when I think of that reality it triggers the smell of animals and deisel fuel in my mind.
If I let my mind go I remember cold mornings in Corpus Christi waiting for the school bus, I try to forget those memories...Texas sucks!
OKOKOK, not all Texas memories are bad, cold mornings also remind me of my father warming up a truck for work and blasting Rush or ZZ Top for the 8 am neighborhood, my dad was a cool dude.
I also remember a cold morning where I went to the garage to find our dog had puppies, one of those little dogs would grow up to become my best friend for years.
I also remember some cold mornings that I was up all night playing Dungions and Dragons, never went to bed, foggy mornings would find us plodding away from the game house to a place called "Boy's Canyon Tunnels" a network of drainage culverts that took us all around underground, we would split up and drop into opposite tunnels each with weapons and tortches.
Anyone in the tunnels (not with us) would'nt have noticed the two factions finding eachother until they did, and all hell would break loose, friends would beat the crap out of each other with sticks and stones, once a guy had saved up a bunch of inch long roaches from his house and dropped them into a morning battle from a grating overhead, I was scraping a guys face across the side of the tunnel wall, when all of a sudden a cloud of giant roaches fell into my face and we all ran like hell, it was cool to have a place that was so infested with animals (gators, roaches, snapping turtles, rats) that none of the Corpus Christi Citezenry would EVER go down after us.
Recent cold morning reflection, remind me of cuddling with Lil Ass in the attic room I had, we had a very long hug the other day and I remembered how much I enjoy her company (we hug with our lips sometimes).
I saved a blanket I used to hold her close to me, we had danced some spells post Clown House, lost touch and when I gave up on ever seeing her again I gave the blanket to my kid, now pop, here she is living blocks away from the children's house.
Coffee is way better on a cold morning, I used to wait for fall so I can enjoy the ciggs and coffee on the doorstep, it's the best wat to enjoy tobbaco and java, smokes are what killed my dad so I dropped the ciggarettes, I'm into the coffee still, this cold morning I'm going to "Coffee Lovers" on Foster SE, just behind meticon bikes, the woman Lisa is entertaining and acts more bartender-ish than barista-ish her man and I may start up a Dungions and Dragons game soon at the cafe, he has all the stuff.
One of the potental players is a lawyer, the other a cafe owner, I wonder if there are any sizable tunnels for us to bash each others heads in after?
People who didn't like cold mornings:
Napolians troops invading Russia,
Hitlers troops invading Russia,
those guys were not fans of the cold.

Spells

all my spells went off well, as usual i thought it would crumble but in time the blessings I needed took root.
Now it's getting closer to the Castle step but not yet there with it.
I may rent a lot on Alberta, I haven't decided yet.
I'm headed to Wallmart, WALLMART??????
Yes it's painful but my mom in Texas wants to send some dough to my kid for school clothes and she uses the Wallmart as a cash sender.
I don't know where to even find a Wall Mart, I'll make sure not to spend a dime there.
We need more hand made goods in this country, call me if you manufacture kids socks and underwear.
Too bad I can't cast a sock spell...maybe I did?

Last Thursday

We had a meeting last night, the new gang and I that is, we decided we kind of sucked last Thursday.
Well, during the day we were victims of our own chaos, there were so many people in the street that we couldn't freely ride the tall bikes and do our tricks and such.
We rocked when it counted, let me tell ya, our job was to clear the streets at 10 pm, last month we did it in around 16 min, this month we did it in 10, that means we made $200 in 10 min!
The gang is happy and they have skills building every day, "O" was there as a clown on foot, she stayed right with me most of the time and was excellent support by running along side moving barricades, at the end, she declined any share of the money (*)(*)!
Next month we are gonna really be ready, street clearing time will be a watergun/cannon/fire fest, I'm hoping to clear the streets in 5 min.
One skater kid rolled up to me and said, I guess Dingo the Clown sold out to the cops huh?"
He skated away too fast for me to hit him with my palm across the head and call him a ninny!

I just had time to tell him, "That was a stupid thing to say", I was gonna throw a fumble spell at him to make him eat it on his skate board but I was distracted in traffic.
I hope people understand the goals here, Trimet has people all over waiting for busses, we need that open as soon as we can FOR THEM, the street clear is really important for us to keep the festivals going.
The Lord, the captain of the guard and the fool work together to keep it going.
I also think it should be said that personally...I have never had a bad run in with a Portland Police officer, there I said it.
People expect me to hate the cops, thats stupid, people are people, a holes are a holes, the Lieutenant I work with on Alberta street is a sweet man who has yelled at me before during the old Clown House days but now we have known each other for a long time and are cool with each other.
My grand father was a homicide detective and had a long career in San Antonio Texas.
So it's our job to do traffic clowning, pORTLAND is cool enough a city that we were allowed to evolve the state of the art (F.U. Eugene OR.)
Our tall bikes really can clear a street and they are cheaper than police horses, the people respect us and we move FAST.

I'm at Rocking Frog Cafe on Belmont Street SE doing an open mic!

Come on down and have some pie, play a tune or watch me make a fool of myself.

Had a day off with the Kallisti

I spent last night doing nothing other than being treated like a king by the Kallisti, mostly the one called "O".
They summon me, I come from the wasteland, we rejoice!
I am made to feel like a knight, I'm actually more of a wizard but for for the Kallisti, I'm a large stack of man and the knight roll is more apropos.
You better believe I will protect them like a knight and a wizard if ever called to, when their hands caress my skin, pet my hair, bathe my body I feel like a beast, I feel in company with the Goddess we all touch each other well.
I have real romance with one of them and just cant keep my hands off the other one.
This morning we were in bed in a pile, we were loving each other and petting, my eyes rolled up into my skull in ecstasy, I can't imagine doing this drunk or on drugs, that would SUCK.
My girl "O" explores me like I'm a new car with lots of toys, I'm so glad to be wart free she kisses me all over, we took a two hour bath.
I had a dinner of meat and veggies, made for me by "O" and we devoured it at midnight in a field under the blurry stars of SE Portland.
We had santaria candles burning for light and we looked at each other like "Who is this fascinating creature?"
She ate meat for the first time since age ten, she liked it, I hope she won't get sick from it.
Finally, I'm in as good a shape as I was last year, at this time.
I waited and waited and my reward finally came, I'm in this peaceful state now, content and immune to any feminine charms thank God.

The Ferral Punk House anti Fly bag

They claim that a bag of water over the door repels flies, I think there may be something to it, there were very few flies in the house.
Will Ood said they may have been born there.

The Boy

He now wears a kilt, its way easier to piss and potty train, he lives in hay all the time so it's not a big deal, I just won't ever take him to cafes.
He had an accident that I didn't notice and I was humiliated and shocked to find the owner mad at me.
Now we just keep him on the grass and hay