Fresh Air ©

What to post about?
How about……………..no, you’re not ready for that.
Maybe………no, I’m not ready for that.
I know……..no, no one’s ready for that.
I should post about Blogger being a real fucker today and wouldn't let me leave comments most of the day anywhere.

I did go out of the house today.
Yeah I was starting to feel a lot of love from my friends and thought that to be a little suspicious since some of them hardly ever come here and all of a sudden, I’m like their favorite person in the world.

So I decided to beat them to the draw today and beat it up the street for their usual hangout at Archie’s.
Besides its been almost a couple of weeks since I was last up there and a little fresh air don’t hurt none unless of course it’s in a metal tank and you forgot to wear your steal toe running shoes.
I hated steal toe boots and always got the steal toe running shoes.
They came in handy in a fight too especially when you kick someone in the side of the head, out like a light first shot.

You ever kick someone in the head?
You get this really cool feeling, like, wow I actually kicked a guy in the head without splitting my pants.

Of course there are those embarrassing times to when you’re like that little engine that could and think you could kick a 6ft 8in tall guy in the head and think you could and think you could but forget that you can’t spread your legs wider than the toilet seat and find yourself laying on your butt with Godzilla looking down on you with a big fucken grin on his face.

NEVER kick a guy in the balls with steal toe running shoes.
I did that once.
It was scary.
Frightening in fact.
I fell to the ground next to him and we cried together.

I mean he was a drunken crazed manic throwing rights, lefts, chair,s tables, bottles, all over the place and I only got one opening so I put my best field goal kick out there and went for the uprights to scored a three pointer.

It was horrible.
His right eye froze straight ahead but his left.
I still get shivers thinking how his left eye twisted grotesquely upward and disappeared behind his head.

Yeah the fresh air would do me good.

It’s starting to get a little cold outside now even with the sun out in full force I could feel it through my hoodie.
It took me ten minutes to get up there and the only one there was Archie so I sat in t he kitchen with him and listened to his whining about no one coming by to see him and how no one likes him any more.

He gave me a dirty look and I told him I was sick and didn’t want to make him ill to but those other bastards had no excuse for abandoning him like they did.
He slapped the tabletop and agreed with me then pulled out a bottle of Metaxa.
We talked for about an hour when I saw Tom walking up the street and I called out to him.
Archie gave me a dirty look.
I didn’t know why, him and Tom have been friends for 40 years almost.

Tom walked up and greeted us both then took a seat.
I asked him what he was up to and he said that he just finished work and was on his way home.
I then asked him why he hadn’t been by Archie’s all week and he said because Archie through everyone out last Friday when he got drunk.

It seems last Friday they were playing cards and drinking a case of wine when Archie lost hand after hand and he went crazy and smashed everything in sight and told everyone to get out and never come back again.
So they have been coming to my place instead.
Hmmmm

I looked at Archie and he was trying not to look at me.
I asked him if he was finally going nuts?
He said he quite drinking.
I pointed to the beer in front of him and asked what that was.
He said it was the last one.

I looked at Tom and told him they shouldn’t play for money then asked him how much money they won.
He said two bucks.
Two bucks?!
I just looked at Archie.
Didn’t say a word.
I picked up my shades and walked home.
Two bucks………….fucken old grumpy bastards

When I got home I picked up a bit around the house then decided to go next door and see what my parents were up too.
I walked through the back door and I could smell fresh cookies in the air.
I turned around and look for my father’s car but it was there.
I was shocked to say the least, my mother making more cookies and no yelling from my father emitting from the house.
Maybe he took the Jeep.
I walk through the back door and my father was sitting quietly in his chair while my mother was perched next to the stove staring at her cookies through the glass.

My mother must have baked 1000 cookies this last week and she freezes them after but my father usually freaks out about all the electricity and other BS someone with nothing to do complains about yet here he was quietly sitting there like nothing is happening.

I sat down and tossed out a few small questions like, how’s it going and then I had to ask why she was making more cookies.
This is where my father jumps in and says something like, “Because your mother likes to waste hydro”. But he said nothing.
My mother said she didn’t have any more of these particular cookies.

Hmmmm
There was something fishy going on here and no one was saying anything.
My mother offered me an almond cookie with icing sugar all over it and it was still warm.
How could I not say yes?
I ate the cookie then took a paper towel to wipe my hands then opened the cupboard door to throw it out and I saw a bunch of glass in the garbage.
I asked my mother what that was and she gave my father a stern look and said, ”Your father dropped my good crystal decanter today”.
Ah yes, I knew there had to be a reason he was quiet.

So that was my day, short, sweet and I got some fresh air too without breaking a toe.

Have a nice weekend.

Walker