Wasp, mother fucker! Call George and Martha, then write your
book.
Love you,
Leland
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Subject: [BP] cigars and cat crap
The
Haijj is over ; the great spiritual journey of driving ones 88 yr old cigar
smoking crusty father who can't pee straight and my sister the former Bob Hope
bomb shell who entertained the troops from China Beach to Pleiku with busty
preformances of the Gong show to give it all up to join Sai
Baba of (Don't worry be Happy) fame plus the familys two identical
Maine Coon cats now caged who would'nt give a rats ass if they
could get a claw into you . and given half a chance .... they did when I
fed them
My sister is right out of central casting ;
as someone who burned her bra in central park in 65 she still has two hostile
projectiles that can still hold the vision of the common man
She is I would say a free spirit ; as someone who is not opposed to
disrobing on the beach to worship the sun ; or using coarse language to tell
you off .
This of course is polar opposite to Daddy who smokes Romeo and
Julliets special reserve in a corona ; wears the same paint spattered clothes
;listens to Rush liombaugh and is adversed to bathing in water unless its in
his whiskey .
Then there is me ; the wheel man ; the Choffer -;the bag man for the both of
them because they can't keep cash or a nickle or a credit card in their pocket
because they both forget ;
then they fight because neither one can keep a decent conversation ; as it
always was in this family
one has to be right and the other has to wrong and oh boy the one who is wrong
is stupid and shamed ...a tennis match of absurdity
At this point I am rolling my eyes ;10.000 years of recorded human history (if
you count the paintings in the dordonge ) and its the same shit .
Predictability the argument then gets personal ....then the furr
flys ;.....then the cats crap .
Its the middle of the night and we are driving down 29 South into the Blue
ridge Mountains south of Charlottesville dodging rummies returning home from
clog dancing at road houses .
Were going to vist our mothers tomb in the morning up in the Drummond
hill country of Cold Mountain near Amherst .
Mama's buried now 40 years; and sister is starting to emote over
what a bastard the old man was ;
To retaleate The old man is talking story about what a pain in the ass sister
was and is pushing her buttons..... and mine becausing I am driving and I don't
need this shit .
The bickering and the argument between them and I feel like i am in the back
seat of the station waggon when I was five and mom and dad would have at it
over some bullshit that didn't make sence then and sure as hell dosen't
make sence now
Only this time Iis me at the wheel and I am doing my best at recalling and
invoking 20yrs of therarpy to prepare me for this moment ; this divine moment
when all the stars in the universe are twinkling at me through the trees
;
the beautiful fall trees of the Blue ridge mountains and I am going down hill
twisting and turning on hair pin turns and these two
numbkulls who I am related to and ; who are essentially the same actors
of my childhood recreating the same stress and provacative uglyness as it
was when I was five and wanted to throw myself from the car just to be out of
it
only this time I can't ;
I am holding the fucking wheel yelling at them to shut the fuck up through the
blue cigar smoke and the dim lights of the dash
; to which they in turn , now turn on me ;and are yelling at me to
shut the fuck up as it is their fight ;and now the cats are crapping and
meowing and everybodys yelling at everybody .....and I am having one of
those unearthly dejuvue moments wondering if its not better just to
drive the car over the cliff and incarnate another time ;
but the problem is peanuts in my rear view mirror
and so I am ....as they say in the trade.... stucco
I now miss my turn and devise a plan to refuse to drive anymore until
they cut all of the crap (and this includes the cats ).
I get everyone to appologize before moving on ;
Its late
the old man needs a bath ; sister needs a valuium ,and I am ready to leave my
body if I don't make a beverage and a bed real soon .
Who ever said its not the trip but the journey ?
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