Passing Through ©

It’s 9 am I'm tired, sleepy and I am getting ready to go back into my hell.
I can't wait for this to end and we are not even half way.
I have a bunch of posts to write that came to me last night, one is funny, one is personal and one has murder written all over it.

As I was sitting outside last night my neighbours new and old spotted me out there and gradually wandered over to get to know the scary guy who doesn’t speak to them.
One lady was scared shitless; I think it’s probably due to some of the stories that have been circulating through the area over the last couple of decades.
Most of which are bullshit but I never denied them, hell if they made people leave me alone it was a good thing as far as I was concerned.

We sat outside until 2 am talking and I sat there acknowledging some of the stories the old neighbours where telling.
The new neighbours with my parents sat there bug eyed looking and listening in disbelief to some of what they heard.
By the time everyone decided they should go to bed there were 15 people sitting around my porch and getting drunk.
One woman was saying how she had to go on a school trip with her six-year-old daughter who doesn’t like being seen in public with her mother because she says she dresses like a pirate LOL.
Kids, they make you laugh.

Work on my mother’s house is going forward but the dynamic duo has punched more holes in places there in no wires then there is.

Any way I better head off to the doctors with my mother so I could come back because they are planning to cut a hole in my ceiling and I want to be here before I find myself sleeping under the stars.
The murder post I will try to write for the weekend and I promise it will piss many of you off but I got to be careful also because I have privileged info and the police have yet to charge anyone even though its been a year and they haven’t reported it yet as a murder.

I hope all is well with all of you and I will catch you hopefully over the weekend.

Have a nice weekend

Walker