Me And My Big Fat Broken Heart - A New Song

Okay well things are tough all over I'll admit and I ain’t no different and I ain’t that weird about it neither. But sometimes I get a bit obsessive and compulsive and that raises reasonable concerns from reasonable people as to my current degree of reasonableness. I certainly can understand where they are coming from, as there are times when I can vaguely recall having been reasonable.

And then finally, when the scales begin to fall from my eyes, I see what pain I cause myself, and the nuisance I have been to others, and I begin to wonder about it. And I always cringe. But then sometimes there is a song that gets done. It is not a process I would recommend really, but my muse always carries a heavy stick to beat me with.

It may not be art but it sure is bruising. Something out of Aubrey Beardsly perhaps.

Maybe I will get this thing recorded sometime soon...but until then think maybe Rick Danko singing an upbeat country song with a fairly rapid harmonic rhythm....maybe like Dylan’s"You Ain’t goin’ Nowhere", but little more up tempo and nowhere near that good.

Me And My Big Fat Broken Heart

A day don’t pass me by that a perfect stranger doesn’t tell me

That I remind them of someone that they once loved or knew that died

I smile back at them as if to say “Well, thank you”

Cause it’s important having been seen for having tried.

I'm here to raise a glass to all  my lonely foolish dreaming

It's spill over sometimes when the troubles start to swell

No right-minded no one wants to break down to a stranger

So that’s why God made bars and booze and one-night cheap motels

But hey you look just drunk enough that you might actually understand me

Let me bend your ear awhile before the night pulls us apart

There ain’t nobody sober gonna talk to me tonight

Cause they’ve all heard this one already 
About me and my big fat broken heart

You know just why you came here but you know you can’t admit it

At least not before you had a few more than a few

You staring at the stage and wonder when she gonna start

A couple more and all the songs she sings will be about you

She sings up there of loneliness as if it something she invented

She kicks you in the head from the inside

She shatters your illusions that you just might one day be happy

She leaves smiling before you’ve drunk all you can’t hide

If a man’s a friend you might think he would tell you

But I’m too drunk to listen and the night’s torn me apart

There ain’t nobody sober gonna talk to me tonight

Cause they’ve all heard this one already
About me and my big fat broken heart

 - November 2010

More on this song here.

http://wwwpissoceanrainstormhightide.blogspot.com/2012/03/song-98-me-and-my-big-fat-for-julie.html

and a video here...

Somewhere It's Almost Certain

I watched too much TV growing up…probably still watch too much TV, and all the time telling my kids that they watch too much TV for their own good.  “Do as I say and not as I do, right?”

I think my kids have a dimwit for a father…but fortunately they already know that.

But I remember a lot of TV shows, at least snippets.  Gobbets.  One line that has always stuck with me, particularly because of its obvious ramifications as regards the Book of Romans, is a quote from Archie Bunker.

“Faith is believing something that no one in his right mind would believe.”

This new song (first draft?) is about whatever you think it may be about.  I think it is about the foolishness inherent in hope, and faith, and love, and honesty, and the future, at a time that seems pretty dire.  I am ambivalent on this point.  Have been since I have seen "The Iceman Cometh".  The song by its lyric and melody (not apparent here) it juxtaposed to two other “hopeful” songs, “Over the Rainbow” by Yip Harburg and Harold Arlen, and “Thunder Goose” by Vernon Tonges…certainly two of my favorite songs written by three of my favorite songwriters. There may even be a bit of "Try to Remember" from The Fantastics in here.  Certainly wouldn't mind Jerry Orbach singing this song, if he wasn't dead.

Somewhere

It’s almost certain

Somewhere

Somewhere

It's almost certain life has finally wrestled free from fear.

Somewhere

It's almost certain there is a God who could loves us,
     but man He ain't here.

But it’s almost certain

Somewhere

Somewhere

It’s almost certain hope can’t hurt you. 
     Hope only makes you strong.

Somewhere

It’s almost certain no one claims something’s right
     when it’s certainly wrong.

It's almost certain


We running somewhere in a coward’s parade.

From a world that is poisoned,  broken and sick.

Go on.  Try to breathe freely.  You’ll drown in shit.

What dreams you've left obscure your view.

The stones on your chest ain't new.

It's almost certain

They were hewn somewhere.

 

Somewhere

Maybe men know just how hard it is 
     to walk in another man’s shoes.

Somewhere

All the so-called lovers of Jesus know lies are called lies,
     not "the news"

It’s almost certain


Is it true in this somewhere no one has ever died?

Is this somewhere where nature’s defied?

You live unwounded and clean with a heart filled with air

And nothing to learn or to lose

‘Cause you’re sure? Or a fool?

It’s almost certain

Somewhere

- October 2010

Nine’s The Lucky Number Though

Five hundred years after the war
(The one Thucydides retold)
Or about a hundred since
      Julius C. remade
What Lucius M. had so well razed
A letter penned in Ephesus
Sailed across a wine-dark sea
180 miles west
To Corinth on the Peloponnese

It’s subject, immorality
And faith and hope and charity
The greatest being charity

But when we stow our children’s things
(Translations by an English King)
Charity is replaced by love
(Very much a marriage thing)

Horns of jealousy are veiled
Women’s teeth are painted black
One thousand and one paper cranes
Sail gold across pacific seas
From another Island Nation-State
To an Eastern sea-board town

Here two families fuse these two
Southwest mile high desert kin
Three times three (san-san-kudo)
Nine’s the lucky number though

Stand with your greatest human flaws
Hate and Pride and Ignorance
Behind a 14 welders lens
And you can look straight at the sun
To reread Paul’s 1C13

To Jeff Krueger and Emi Ozawa on their wedding day
Saturday June 12, 2012

An open letter to Glenn Beck in response to his column "Is American History Repeating?".

I have written this as an open letter to Mr. Beck. Feel free to comment, and to write more letters to this man. His e-mail is: glennbeck@foxnews.com

Dear Mr. Beck,

I read with alarm and dismay your commentary from March 11th, entitled "Is American History Repeating?".

Have you no shame, sir? The nonsensical irresponsible blather that you publish and broadcast is dangerous and hateful. In this article you compare and contrast Jesus Christ and Adolph Hitler. I quote, in context,

"Take Jesus and Adolf Hitler: One's good, one's evil. They had one thing in common: When there was fear and hunger, they said I'll save you, follow me. When you are hungry and afraid it's not always easy to see the difference between good and evil."

There is no common ground between Jesus and Hitler. There is only difference, the same difference that exists between Jesus and yourself. It is not only that Jesus is good (that was your implication, was it not?) and Hitler and yourself are evil. The difference is embedded in two very important truths which apparently you do not understand. First, Jesus said 'Follow me" to everyone, not only those who were afraid and starving, and did not condemn by innuendo, lies, and the odd ad hominem attack those that did not follow him. Second, he was followed not only by the fearful and hungry, but by many others as well. And he was not followed by the hateful and powerful, the intentionally deceitful and misleading, and the powerful who have always fed on the poor and lowly, the weak and the meek.

In your horrible little column you write of the 9/12 Project that "You are the only thing stopping health care from destroying America."

Is health care destroying America? What on earth are you talking about? Isn’t that precisely President Obama’s point; that is, if we do not fix the broken health care system in this country it will bankrupt the country. And if health care is destroying America, then why shouldn't we overhaul and repair it?

The economic nonsense you filled the rest of your column with is ridiculous. The New Deal did help many people who were in trouble. It was not a bad idea...it was a good idea. It was the only idea. And it was the spending and the investing by the government that did get us back on the road to prosperity, particularly the spending in preparation for WWII. Not because spending on war was more productive than domestic spending, but because the size of the spending was so large.

But I do not want to argue these points with you. There would be no point, because the truth means nothing to you. You say your mantra is "The Truth has No Agenda". Perhaps. But you clearly have an agenda and the truth has nothing to do with it. You are a contemptible liar.

Many of my friends, at least those who hold you in contempt, also believe you are just a merely a two-bit hustler, or a blathering weepy buffoon who helps the left in general by demonstrating just how contemptible and ridiculous and out-of-touch your extreme conservative point of view is.

I do not agree with them. You are dangerous. Your point of view is dangerous. And you must be held accountable for your lies. I have started a facebook group named “Can you tell the difference between Glenn Beck and Joseph Goebbles? I can’t.”

 

I hope we do our part to expose you for who you are and the evil you represent.

Sincerely,

Richard C. Krueger, Jr., MD, Ph.D.

March 13, 2010

My New Series: "Drinking with Johnny 'The Iceman' Hildreth" Episode One, “ So, just what's in a ‘Spanish Harlem'?' "

Famed actor and all around really fine attractive man Mr. Phil Ridarelli jogged my memory tonight in his post on Facebook about having a Manhatten tonight.

I decided to begin my new series of articles entitled "Drinking with Johnny 'The Iceman' Hildreth".  However, in all honesty the series should be entitled "Getting Drunk with Johnny ‘The Iceman’ Hildreth”.

I happen to know almost everyone, and I mean everyone, has a least four such stories they can contribute to this series. I look forward to all of them.

Episode One: “ So, just what's in a ‘Spanish Harlem'?' ". First, a little background on the Manhatten, and on Johnny “The Iceman' Hildreth.

The Manhatten

The Manhatten is certainly fine cocktail…and my favorite cocktail. It is an old cocktail. There is a mystique and myth to the Manhatten. It is composed of whisky, sweet vermouth, a hearty dash of bitters, shaken (not stirred! please) on ice and poured straight up in a martini glass or one the rocks, with one or two maraschino cherries.

Personal preferences:

1. Whiskey: I prefer American rye whiskey over bourbon, but it is almost impossible to find American rye in most public houses. You can also use a Canadian whiskey all of which are rye whiskey, but I prefer American ryes, or Kentucky Bourbon, over Candidan Whiskeys. Old Grand Dad Rye or Old Overholt Rey or Wild Turkey Rye or Jim Beam Rye. I just bought a bottle of 6-year-old Russell’s Reserve Rye for my next Manhatten.

2. Vermouth: I am a Noilly Pratt man.

3. Bitters: Angostura, or Peychaud’s if you are in the mood. 3-4 vigorous shakes for one cocktail

4. Ratio Whiskey to Vermouth, three to one. The history of the Manhatten has ratio orginally one to two, one to one, up to ten to one. Trust me on this, three to one.

5. Good clear ice. Chill the shaker.  Chill the glass.

6. Two cherries, please...

Johnny “The Iceman” Hildreth

My good friend Johnny “The Iceman” Hildreth had many really good convivial drunken evenings in the years between 1984 and 1998. Ah, the memories! John Hildreth is an actor, director, teacher, and playwright in Chicago. A founding member of Cardiff Giant, he easily one of the most talented and funniest guys I know, which is saying a great deal. 

     I remember an evening with John Hildreth at Jimmy's Woodlawn Tap in Chicago. We indulged in a series of Manhatten. We usually didn’t need a reason to drink, but still always tried to find new ones. I think the reason that night was that John may never have had a Manhatten up to that point. I remember little else about reasons for that evening. I do remember it as one of our best drunks ever.

     After several Manhattens another friend of mine, Mr. John Bowman, sauntered by. We exchange bon mots, and then JB asks us about our evening's choice of libation.

"Manhattens," we reply.

John Bowman: "Ever had a 'Spanish Harlem'?"

Iceman and Rockin'K (in unison and with much curiousity): "No. So, just what's in a ‘Spanish Harlem'?"

JB: "Well, it's like a Manhatten...with sweet vermouth...except instead of bourbon or rye you use Mezcal. Oh, and instead of a marashino cherry you use a hot pepper...ideally a Jalapeno or even better...a Habenero"

JH/RK: "Sounds fascinating..."

Well, as we expected there was no Mezcal behind the bar at the Woodlawn Tap, but there was tequila. The only peppers to be found were those sort of yellowish hotish pickled Italian Peppers served on salads.

Still we made do and saw the evening through to its inevitable conclusion.

I am not sure I can recommend the Spanish Harlem as the drinks of Kings...but it has its charms...

With much delight I report that the Spanish Harlem is indeed a bonefide cocktail of sorts…

Folks Say California's a Garden of Eden (Ahbez Nature Boys) - Loaves & Fishes

SUNDAY 11-29-09

I had worked the previous night on call in the NICU at Roseville Kaiser. I had the day off …which turned out to be my first day off ever in my three work junkets to Sacramento from Albuquerque. I was going to make a day of it. So I visited "Loaves and Fishes" soup kitchen/day care/shelter/etc. in Sacramento.

http://www.sacloaves.org/

From their website…”Our Philosophy …Without passing judgment, and in a spirit of love and hospitality, Loaves & Fishes feeds the hungry and shelters the homeless. We provide an oasis of welcome, safety, and cleanliness for homeless men, women and children seeking survival services.” It is run by a lady named Sister Libby. In college, many years ago, I worked in a shelter called St. Martin de Poor's in Chicago, run by Sister Connie and Sister Theresa. Ah, nostalgia…

”May I help you with something”, asked a 30-something African-American guy, wearing an official name tag. He was directing the traffic of a large dolly of cheese into the door labeled DINING ROOM/KITCHEN.

This was Hugh Thompson, or maybe it was Hugh Thomas. He had come to Sac to take a job driving a truck, but got laid off about a year ago. Then he started volunteering here, and now he works here for pay. Nice guy. L&F has a real big operation...which is a shame of course that the need is so great. Hugh tells me the crowds gather about 8 am at the L&F “Friendship Park”, where they pass out food tickets for lunch, and help people find work, or provide medical care, or child care. The operation is “across the tracks” literally from lots of nice homes and gentrified restaurants, etc. The Salvation Army is on the L&F side as well.

I asked him if there were still the tent cities that were in the paper back in the Spring. Hugh said “they” had moved them out, but he didn’t know to where, or who “they” were. I guess in truth I had kinda come over here today to see for myself… looking for those tent. I asked him if the folks had been moved to the State Fair Grounds. Hugh said that there was talk about moving them to Cal-Expo but that fell thorough. City was now making plans for where folks were to go this winter.

That their operation is "across the tracks" I found poetic...and as there are limited numbers of roads to get from the gentrified side to the L&F’s side. Here, every corner has a congregation of the dispossessed which I found sad but typical. There were small groups of maybe 10-25 people, men with long beards ala John Brown and leathery women, sitting on corners in a kind of industrial park area of their side of the tracks. Some of these folks had bikes to ride around…apparently the best mode of transportation. Me, I had a rented Chevy. Getting across the train tracks was a challenge in the car. It was a beautiful sunny day...big ass blue sky. It almost seemed like all the roads led out of this place and fast, rather than letting some drive into the place. The only people over here were the homeless and the very few folks caring for them. And me, I was the tourist…like in that Dave Massengil song. It wasn’t a bustling community really, teeming with people, but just the small groups and lots of empty space between them. It was kind of like Time Square was the week after 9/11.

I parked and went for a walk around. I left my iPOD behind. Technically it was my son Max’s iPOD. He gave it to me when a friend gave him a better one). I figured walking around in headphones might give someone a poor impression of me. There was a lovely new bike trail near the American River. Lots of young families with their well maintained little kids on new bikes riding across the bridge that took you over the river. It was a beautiful day to ride a bike.

On the walk, I found few stands of colorful newish Eureka tents nestled in gullies between the Union Pacific railroad tracks and the bike trail. There was a pit bull wearing a light jacket chained up near one tent...it seemed he yearned to be free. I snapped a picture, but then a guy called up asking “What are you taking a picture for”. I felt kind of ashamed. I asked him how long he’d been living there. He said “for a while”. I apologized for invading their privacy. I kept the picture anyway. I’ll put it up here when I can get it off the cell phone and into the computer.

On the walk I found this large opening in a razor wire fence at 14th and Ave C that seemed inviting. It seemed to be there for a purpose. So I climbed through and then up onto the railroad trestle. I walked about 3 miles along the railroad track to back behind the almond factory...Blue Diamond Almonds and the International Almond Exchange. Hell, I didn't know almonds came from factories. There were a few folks around but no massive encampments. People seemed isolated…leaning up against fences in places folks weren’t supposed to be, sitting on some fresh cardboard or an old mattress, sometimes listening to an MP3 player.

I made it back through the razor wire to the nice side of the tracks, got in my car, and drove back to a grocery store and then back to my comfortable hotel room. It is really nice here. I settled down to a DVD, a tumbler of sherry, soft cheese, some French bread, and a jar of pickled herring.

It was a really fantastic day.

Written Tuesday 12-1-09 while I should have been doing something else.

YouTube - Rich Krueger Video Channel!

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YouTube - Little Richard's World of Mirth

Little Richard's World of Mirth - An Unnecessary Film by Rich Krueger

One might begin at the beginning which was 1995 but let’s just begin at my blog note of Monday, January 4, 2010 entitled “The Making Of The FIRST EVER Dysfunctionells Music Video: Trying To Give Credit Where It Credits Due While You Are Actually Stealing Another's Work”. Well, the video is finished and published on youtube.com ...The FIRST EVER  Dysfunctionells music video of "Little Richard's World of Mirth" from the good people at Copyright Schmopyright, Inc. and Unnecessary Art, Ltd. I hope you like it and PLEASE SPREAD THE WORD

Initial praise has been awesome...

• “Good video! Also, good to hear the song again, the memories, the years. One of us!” - Greg Kotis of Urinetown, the Musical, The Neofuturists, and Cardiff Giant fame
• “That was epic! This should go viral. Spread it around!” Nate Maxson author of “The Rat Grinned Blue Through a Barrel of Dreams" A new book of poetry published by Sabella Press
• “Take a dose of this and skip your therapist visit this month. Hey guys-- we want more!!!” Sandrolin Koppel Rounder/Hurley/Fugs superfan and facebook friend.
• "This is fantastic!!!" Steven Nery ameable host of The Above Average Open Mike at RG Winnings Coffeehouse in Albuquerque
• "Hey, great Gertie the dinosaur cameo! And Krazy Kat, funny, if you hadn't already told me about the existence of Krazy Kat old cartoons I would have been shocked to see such a thing!" - Jeffrey Lewis, A King of Pop
• "nice nice video and always liked the song. glad you guys got posterityized!" - Peter Stampfel, The King of Pop
• "An excellent song and a brilliant video. Reminds me of the ones they used to show on The Old Grey Whistle Test. And probably the best cast list of all time at the end." – Paul Kerr, author of Blabber 'n' Smoke - A Glasgow view of Americana and related music and writings
• "Wow. Heartening. Disheartening. Makes me want to wack off and then shoot myself." The one and only and never equivicating Oliver Steck

Ladies and Gentleman it is time to get your pull quote raving about the film right her…right now…so WATCH THE VIDEO, EH?

I would like to say that after seeing this film I made...I think it gives insight into how my mind works...or rather, wanders.  No wonder I am often distracted.  Anyway, there are a couple mistakes in the film I hope to correct.  First, I meant to include images or clips of Kenneth Anger and Anais Nin  and Aleister Crowley from Anger's "Inauguration of the Pleasure Dome"  (bits of "Rabbit's Moon" appear as well of course) as well as Samson De Brier and Renate Druks.  In addition I labeled Renate Druks footage as being Anias Nin. Further I had hope to include the boobies-bearing Julie Andrews from Blake Edwards film "S.O.B" and of course the very hot Natalie Wood from "The Great Race"  I certainly wanted to include some hot band footage from Billy Wilder's "Some Like It Hot", but I thought it too too well known.  And I did misspell a few names in the credits...including my own.

I would like to take this time to send out a GREAT BIG THANK YOU to all the folks appearing for free in tonight’s film: the dysfunctionells, frank 'cannonball' richards, francesco lentini - the three- legged man, waldo the regurgitating geek, luis martinetti – contortionist, john wilkes booth – mummy and actor, adolph elizabeth hitler and his mercedes, koo-koo the bird girl, johnny eck the man born without a body, the marx brothers, george herriman's ignatz and krazy kat, winsor mccay's gertie the dinosaur, the town of dildo newfoundland oh Canada, anais nin, renate druks, kenneth anger, samson de brier, aleister crowley, grim natwick and max fleischer's betty boop and ko ko the clown and  bimbo, emile cohl's fantasmagorie and hashers delirium, jack lemmon and peter falk, keenan wynn and tony curtis, gypsy rose lee, wgn and bob ‘bozo’ bell, and nancy and sluggo and in addition we have to thank our families, our fans, our friends, marshall was it dawson? who recorded and mixed the track ...you done really good, wendy and the charleston, jimmy's woodlawn tap, cardiff giant, chris farrell, susan and brian kozins, john bowin, doug brush, sue miller and julia adams and the lounge ax, the mercury lounge, peter stampfel and  the holy holy modal rounders, the jim rose circus, riverview amusement park on belmont, jims polanski and newberry, phil ranstrom, beat kitchen, coney island in brooklyn, various and sordid carnival workers you know who you are, little richard thomas who is still alive running a folk fest somewhere on the east coast for christ sakes and still selling those french fries, kurt weill, tom waits, tod browning, death, life magazine, the world wide web, so many unnamed filmmakers everywhere, http://www.youtube.com/, max fleischer studios, paramount pictures, google, wikipedia, genetic mutation, julie andrews, blake edwards, the santa monica pier, http://www.fuzzymemories.tv/, http://thehumanmarvels.com/, edison's 'black maria' studio,  PLEASE DO NOT SUE ME FOR INFRINGEMENT I MEAN WHAT WHAT REAL HARM HAVE I DONE I MEAN COME ON!

I give you all my love as usual...
Your humble servant,
Rich Krueger

PS Hey Everybody! BIG NEWS! Just landed a job in Chicago so I finally get to go back where I belong.

A Lovely Night and Day in Oak Lawn, Illinois

I am ensconced in a lovely hotel at 95th and Cicero enjoying truly fine weather for January in Chicago.  I turned on WFMT last night.  My friends in CUBE were performing on the radio and then Andrew Patner (a fellow U of C alumni) was on, interviewing Pierre Boulez.  I sat listening while eating a stuffed spinach and mushroom pizza from Milano's, getting ready for a job interview at Christ Hospital.   A good evening and an even better day today.   I will tell you about the interview later...but here is an old pastel of mine... from 1987 maybe....

Just Flew In From Wisconsin...

And boy is my cheese tired.

Just got offered a position in Appleton, which is swell.  I will know for sure where to go by February.  I am tired of not working boy oh boy.  Appleton is the home of some famous folks, like Harry Houdini and Joe McCarthy. I figure I will fit right in!

Which of these is not like the others?

But then again I do waste my time in nifty ways like this....

Life and Deth on Route 66

A picture is worth a thousand words..ain't that it?  A little cellphone camera...a photograph while driving east on Central Ave heading to Winning's...a few internet contributions...open photoshop and mix and...voila...

By the way If you didn't know already by clicking on the photo you can view a higher res look at the picture...

I am working on another video alongside Little Richard's as well.  Here's a hint...

Osama Bin Laden Joins ZZ Top: A Word Salad

Pieter Breughal Dulle Griet (Mad Meg) 1562

 PS  You can view a higher res look at this picture by clicking it...

Osama Bin Laden Joins ZZ Top: A Word Salad

"I was hurt real bad at birth. And I was hit by a train when I was three."

If I can get medical and stay down low

And I make it, well I'll go

Somewhere new and wash these clothes

Something certainly turned on me

Dorothy died and on the net

Is one big lie far as I see

But I got no computer yet

I'd been an actor and a star

And sold insurance and new used cars

I worked one and one half day so far

But then something got their hands on me

And beat the crap out of Two Thousand Three

I almost died. Well lucky me

But Francine. Is she okay?

And Francine. Is she still so mean?

Cup of coffee. Can of chew.

A woman to care for you

I am the same age as you

But look like I'm bout 82

I know the value pennies hold

A penny shines near good as gold

But it was poison by the way she acted

Since the '60s I been distracted

Got run over that Halloween

By a car drove from Vegas to Christmas Eve

Needles don't want me near their Lord

You'd think by the way they all were talking

It was me that run over that 4 x 4

And I get a ticket for J-walking

The cops poured me on a bus

As there weren't no hospital near

God fuck Needles and their good church folk

I been living outside these last four years

Used to be a good looking man

Vegas give you a real thick tan

Dig you a 10 foot hole in 10 minutes flat

Then drop them bodies in the sand

Good team of women behind me then

Who all turned whores for heroin

Them bikers real bad bikers yes

Cocaine mountains Ozark's best

Daredevils percodans and glue

And a wealthy grandma too

Want a place where I can crash

Got hit by a train. They paid in cash

Jesus is she still okay?

Christ I knew just what she'd say

Cup of coffee. Can of chew.

And a woman to care for you

I'm 49 same as you

But look more like I'm 82

I live back of the boxing gym

In a trailer hidden by some trees

Here I've rid myself of dreams

You couldn't even hear the screams

A coffee shop smile used to get me some

But coffee shop women don't want me none

Needles nearly took my leg

Been better had they took my head

I just had to tell them no

Then haul ass to New Mexico

Cup of coffee. Can of chew.

A woman to care for you

I am the same age as you

But look like I'm bout 82

                                         - Yesterday 1/7/09

PS A Winning's open mike reports will have to wait for my return.  Maybe next week.