simplicity resonates

it’s the one year anniversary of my second repatriation.

i saw a blue toyota 4runner today with my last name written on the back and a south carolina license plate. i think maybe it was a sign. but of what.

mostly stopped blogging. i’ve been compiling all my blogs, drunken scrawls, diatribes, manifestos in a big notebook. I’ve named it: Love in the Time of Syphilis.(it’s sort of the director’s cut of the blog. stories about when i got date raped, shamans, the ugliest tit in the world, more cockroaches, how to get a free STD test at work, more champagne, more blah blah).

Your move Harper Collins.

Charlotte told me a good story the other day:

It was the 70′s. She was in her Malibu SS. It was a starry night in some lonesome north alabama holler. It was the night of the black cloud.

Char was keeping the the pedal to the metal (as per usual) and jammin to some frampton (as per usual). at some point between hills and sweet licks she saw a black cloud in the road.

next thing she remembers is crawling out of her mangled car. the roof was caved in along with entire front end. another totaled big block chevy. so there she was with a destroyed car in the middle of nowhere…bleeding from the head. the strange thing was the car was in the middle of the road and there was no other car or obstruction of any type. “it was as if I hit a black cloud made of steel…and then it just disappeared” she told me. eventually  a police man came and took her to the hospital. they stitched her up and sent her home. the next day the policeman showed up at her house. he told her he found out what she hit. solved the case! he took her to the spot where the wreck occurred. It was a bright day and as they pulled up Char saw a giant blood dried blood stain in the middle of the road. and there was also a blood trail from leading to the shoulder. away from the shoulder many men were standing in a ditch shaking their heads and looking down with terrible looks. char began to worry. what was in the cloud? what was that cloud? The police man lead her toward the ditch….and then she saw. It was the biggest, strongest, blackest, deadest long haired blue nose bull in all of alabama. like a 2,ooo pound obsidian rug with horns. eyes like soft eight balls.

His name was oswaldo and he escaped the day prior. while running away he got clipped by malibu. it was destiny! went over the roof. hit the pavement. eventually oswaldo was able to drag himself to the ditch to die quietly…

char could not articulate her feelings, but i understood.

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