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During the last ten years, 1997 – 2007, I have witnessed the deaths of my mother and father, three spiritual brothers and two good friends.
Personal losses have included my health three times, three homes, and three personal businesses.
Time between deaths and losses seem to reaffirm the title of my last short story, Life Is Not Fair.
From a positive emotion, I have gathered unsought experiences to enlighten my writing skills.
My future suggests that I am going to have to suffer city accommodations, a personal nightmare since I have not had to live within city limits signs for over thirty-five years.
I do not mind having to work in cities or towns, I just have never enjoyed artificial stresses of over crowded living with "the world owes me" people, or pilgrims with urban souls.
Anyway my problem not yours, the community I will probably end up in has a reputation of discrimination against single older males.
The community’s attitude exist oddly enough at local and state levels not county levels. Local levels include school districts, city policies, community health clinic, and local public housing admission standards.
State agencies promoting anti small business regulations and individual rights include: Texas Governor Perry’s Office, Texas Private Investigator’s and Security Board, Texas Concealed carry Commission and Texas department of Public Transportation.
National security by most border residents and politicians has become little more than flagrant trading of greed and vanity for dangerous future history. Some in South Texas have acted like 1960’s hippies by promoting a porous international border with parties locally called fiestas. Texas Border Coalition’s “Mexico First and America Last” campaign opposing border fencing is just one example.
When the time comes and it will, people having to use sticks and spoons to scrape loved ones body parts off floors, walls, and side walks due to terrorists using America’s southern porous border; what should happen to porous border supporters?
Answer: their names and address with photos should be made public for historical records.
Explaining not complaining, since my personal health is continuing to deteriorate maybe the next entry will include examples of unethical capitalists.
Tired of dreaming about reality in South Texas, it is almost one fifteen in the morning. I was stirred awake by an owl conversation on east side of Paso Real along Arroyo Colorado.
From the door side of the H.R. Free Spirit fifth wheel: baritone, WHO---WHO---WHO---WHO---WHO
From the hitch end: alto tenor, who—who—who—who—who—
The repetitive conversation continued uninterrupted for maybe fifteen minutes, then eventually drifted into one of those real or dream or ghost conversations.
(Setting old cantina)
Man’s Voice: Are you real, dream, or a ghost?
Woman’s Voice: Does it matter?
Man’s Voice: No
Man Voice: Am I real a dream or a ghost?
Woman’s Voice: Does it Matter:
Man’s Voice: No.
Man: What beauty.
Man continues: Your eyes, hair, neck, ears, cheeks, lips. Eyes, shoulders, these, that, belly. Thighs, calves, ankles, feet, there are no pretty knees.
Woman’s Response: Fixed price all my beauties, including my knees - eternity plus three full moons.
Man: Eternity?
Woman: Eternity plus three full moons.
That is how my story: Reality, Dreams, and Ghosts” starts.
