Happy camper part deux

I’ve been thinking and you can imagine what a 55 year old, brain damaged man can think of. SELF The positive self within you. That spirit within you how do I make myself happy? A hot shower in the morning, some good strong coffee, my flowers that buff up when I spray them with water, when I go outside and feed the birds and squirrels and water my outside flowers, when I sit and watch a variety of birds and squirrels. I even have a three-legged squirrel that comes for breakfast and a club clawed pigeon. My paintings, my painted trash cans, and now my hand painted plastic vase that I use to put my special flowers. Believe me, this self-theory works.

Happy camper

I write happy stories for myself, my alien space abduction, my mop boy story, etc. I sit outside with my good cup of coffee and feed the squirrels, one three legged squirrel. I feed the birds, one clubbed claw pigeon, I water my flowers I sit and enjoy my coffee. I think about stories, past conversations, new adventures, (Actualives.net is having a show in Sept).

The reason that I’m writing this is because my suggestion to everyone is to write stories about yourself, things that have happened to you. My father was an airplane bomber pilot in North Africa in WWII. I asked him about what it was like to fly with German airplanes trying to shoot him down. He said every time that I flew. I asked him about if he had ever seen an alien space craft and he told me about flying over the Gulf of Mexico at night and his cockpit just lit up one night and that was the extent of my finding out about his flying.

I would love to have known more about his flying in the Bermuda Triangle but now he is gone and his experiences are gone.

If you would like to know what it is like to go from being in a coma for 1&1/2 months and awaking and not being able to do anything to learning to walk and talk, then eventually graduating from the University of Texas with a B.A. in psychology, then to working for 17 years for the University of Texas but I retired because of brain injury complications. I now have been successfully performing before people on stage for the last 5 years. Can you believe a 55-year-old man performing on stage and one performance I got a one-dollar tip placed in my black and white pajama pants, one performance I got 800 people to sing happy birthday. There is a down side, I’ve sent Oprah Winfrey a calendar of my paintings that I’ve done for three years and have had no response. I knock on most doors and some just stay shut but I tried. Remember, what counts are how many times you get back up.

The Lost Gospel of Mikie

When I was a young man I was a military dependent and we traveled throughout Europe. My mother collected many antiques and we brought them back to the U.S. This was in the early 1960’s. I found in one of the cabinets the Lost Gospel of Mikie. Which states self is the primary objective. How do I please myself? How do I satisfy myself? When I wake up in the morning and go to the kitchen to make coffee there are these beautiful long stem flowers, which I spray with water and they begin to buff up. When I sit down in my captain’s chair, I can make like a fine tuned racing machine and I can make coffee, get my cup washed and swivel around and stair at my trophy’s. The first pleasure is those flowers and a good cup of coffee. I start thinking of story, “The lost gospel of Mikie”, my first Swiss army knife, and the alien abduction. I am a happy camper I do things that will my me happy and in turn will let others smile with me, “the flowered hit man.” My bringing flowers to different special people. I don’t know how things happen to me but in a special way things happen that are so impossible that it is so hard to believe that I can be so lucky.

Alien Abduction

The other day I woke up and found that I had two scabs on my head, three on my left arm, one on my right hand, and two scabs on my left leg. I thought of a story about ailen abduction: These skinny beings with different colored glitter, with dark sun glasses and wavey hair. They had suckers on their hands, and they were looking for my brain. When they couldn't find the brain where it should have been they went randomly searching for my brain in my arm, my leg and on my hand. I now have these scabs, and it looks like space aliens abducted me.

Really it is where the doctor took off some skin cancer which was benign.

I liked my space alien abduction story.

Stay tuned to the mild mannered mop boy that get his art sold and is a happy camper.