Who do I talk to?

   I get up in the morning and ask myself.   How can I write a better script that is better than dancing to “Bad to the bone.”   What do I say? 

   In may mind I talk to myself and say those flowers are sure beautiful.   Now I can think of something to write.  Should I write about my stay in Europe?   The things I could write about but that was 50 years ago but it is just like remembering what happened like it was yesterday.

  Boy those flowers are sure beautiful.   I think I’ll rearrange then and make them more beautiful.   What can I write about?  Food! Ten foods that I like and a story……….   Astra Gallus which is a bitter but a real shock to the pallet.   Calamari, squid, which is like rudder fish.  Enough, about food.

   What can I write about?  Boy I think I’ll spray my new sunflowers with miracle grow and see how much more beautiful they are now.  

  Each flower is different and more beautiful. They are all at different stages in their life and some are more buff than others.   The older flowers are buffus maximus, a new word to describe flower.

  What can I write?  Maybe about my paintings, maybe about my calendars, maybe about high school, maybe about college. 

   All the time I’m asking my new and beautiful in my mind.

   All my flowers do is just sit there and smile from ear to ear and give off this positive energy.

   A red flag comes up “You have all ready done a script about flowers.

My flowers just sit and smile at me.

 

 

 

I could be arrested

   I was at the University of Texas and found out that I had graduated with a B A in psychology and I decided to go and have a beer at the “hole in the wall where I use to work.

   I went to the Hole in the wall and it was happy hour and I ordered a pitcher.  I drank on the pitcher alone and finished three beers and started on the fourth.

 

 

 

 

  I said it’s time to go.  I walked outside and unlocked my bicycle and walked to 26^th & Guadalupe     and waited for the light to change so I could walk across the street,  The bike hit a pot hole and fell over and I fell with the bike.   I picked it up and walked to the corner and sat and said to myself :You are drunk”   Two police cars pulled up and the policeman gave me a sobriety test . Hold your right arm out close your eyes and touch your nose.   I did   Now walk heel to toe and walk 10 steps and count out loud.   I did   Now do it in reverse,  I did.   Now say your ABC’s .   I did

   Policeman said you can be arrested for public intoxication.   Why do you speak with a slur?   Because I’ve had an emergency tracheotomy.   Why do you limp?  “Because I have one leg shorter due to a broken keg that healed shorter.

Where do you live?   I told him and he said I’ll give you a ride home.  When I got home I said “thank you.”  I went into my apartment and