If I could buy this for my friend Doug I would. I'm pretty sure his wife would like it so therefore, by default, he has to. That's some catch that Catch-22 like my grampa always said if ifs were whiskey we'd all be drunk.
Ans he told me once that there are a lot of little catches to go along with the big catch or something like that having to do with getting married. Or is it hook hell I must be losing my memory or something because if it was hooked no hitched. Getting hitched. I remember now it just took me a little bit. but I stuck with it. Guess that's the breaks. Or brakes if you wanna say it that way. I could go on and on but I won't belabour that point.
So, I told him I was getting hitch and there are a lot of little hitches to go along with it. That's what the point was not whether I could remember the exact wording from 1987 in a small phone booth, inside the Rec Center. At "The Heath". RAF Leavenworth as it was sometimes called after Fort Leavenworth, Kansas, site of a well famous military prison where you will go to make little rocks out of big rocks if you screw up badly enough so mind your shit and git.
Okay, I drift around a bit during my storytelling but that's just the way I am I suppose. So you can see, and you really oughtta not jump eight in mid series and pretend you read this blog from the very beginning first. Or nearly first. That's what I'm tryna say...I'm gunna go get a drink of some water so ill be back later.
About an hour. Or not. See ya.
Going to check in at my micro garden zen spot and walk around the block.
Chow.
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