I love steel truss bridges

In warmer weather I hang here listening to some of the dozens of trains that pass. Steel rolling on steel is my favorite sound.


One of my Dreams about Barack Obama. My Forever President. 2020

In my dream I was in a massive hotel looking over a swelling river with a lot of other official people. Some doomsday effect was going down. Perhaps the river had ruptured and exhausted lives. Maybe the sun was leaking and we were all quarantined. Something deadly.
I had a bossy management position where comprehensive and authoritative decisions were expected.
I was tired. My teeth hurt and were being crushed by other teeth.
The party was contrived and rife with men.
I gazed at the bulging river through distorted hotel glass.
I liked the music being played in the room, upbeat in contrast to the view.
Barack Obama walked into the room. I felt relief.
Instantly everything changed. Someone offered him a drink. He was relaxed, happy, and not self conscious.
People were taking photos of him with their phones.
I asked him to dance and he stared at me.
I usually say the wrong thing so I only mildly flinched at his non response.
You're so short, he said. It would be like dancing with a child.
He lifted me onto an ottoman with casters and this is how we danced. With my hand on his shoulder he slid me about the room.
You can fix everything, I told him.
No, he said, i just know how to dance.


Richard. Pt 2

UPDATE: According to the blog counter this post has been read 4xs more than the others. Hafuckinghaha.
X, long time friend who reads here, emailed to say: That asswipe used to stand directly behind you at Heartbreak Hotel and stare at me whenever I tried to talk to you!(1*) No one understood why you were with him!(2*) We weren't his crowd. He was neither a musican or an artist.(3*)

OP: I was followed through the grocery store yesterday by an old & fat, bald man. I became aware of him when I lifted my phone to read a text and saw him over my shoulder staring at me. Aisle by aisle, he tailed closely behind me.
Weary of it, I reversed my cart mid aisle and bumped his cart behind me as he was trying to swerve. Oh, so sorry, I said as I looked at him. He quickly turned his head away. I noticed he was wearing doll eyeglasses.
An old man wearing *tiny* doll glasses, I was telling a friend later in the day.
Hold up, she said, I know who that is, we're online friends, and I'm texting a photo of him. She added, I *always* thought his photos look like yours. Now I know why, he stalks your blog, too!
With the photo she sent I realized I've seen the furious fat fuck walk and drive SLOWLY by my home several times. I've seen him while reading at my desk.
Dude, you are batshit cray.

#MeToo #ToxicMasculinity #GetOverIt #YoureAStalker #StillALoser #YouveLetYourselfGo #Dude40YearsAgo



Go with a man who speaks French.

Hey Bill

Update: What, you want the world premier? That would be so much fun!
I finally have all of that front & back yards video - 28 hours of it - edited and ready to go.
30K will cover it.


Nathan's home on the River

I drove down to look at the river which is where I met Nathan a while ago. I smelled a camp fire and disovered his house. We chatted. I was excited by his skills and resourcefulness. His house defines 'upcycle'. He also built the fence.
I asked him if he needed any cash and after many moments he said yes. I pulled out a handful of one dollar bills from my bag.
There was a brief silence and then I said, I am NOT a stripper!
He heartily laughed.
I returned today with several filled totes, a suitcase, and a backpack.
He was outside working on the place when I pulled up. I called to him, he waved and started over to the car. As I pulled out a suitcase from the trunk I announced I was moving in.
He heartily laughed.
I lived on the Streets for three months when I was 15. I also hitchhiked cross country during that time in 1969. It was an adventure I wouldn't want to repeat.