Thursday, May 5, 2011

Can't Sleep

I never figured out what he wanted. I just sat there with him asking a bunch of dumb questions. I am sitting on my porch with a dead guy and many of you are asking what the hell I am smoking. We went over that, already. There is a reason that I am telling all this to you. Maybe I could get a little help, here? It is in no way the same as sitting with a human being. He is there but he is not there. I can see him. He just looks at me. I cannot push him or pick him up or he would not be on my back porch. He never sits down. I can't recall him ever sitting, always standing. Like he is scared of something. Let me put it to you like this; If you were at a stranger's house and you do not know how you got there. There is no way to communicate. You know that you don't belong but you can't leave. How would that make you feel? Hell, you wouldn't sit. Would you try to get back to where you had come? You do not know the way and there is anyone there that can tell you. In my case, I know the colonel and he knows me. I think he knows that he fucked-up and is trying to make things right. He does not know how to do that. I do not know where he goes when he leaves me. He has never taken anything. No flying dishes or objects. That rules out a lot. No UFO's. I have never seen him make noises but I know that he does. It used to scare the living daylights out of me. Not anymore. He makes incidental noises. Creaky floor, closing door, that sort of stuff. He seems to be aware that and tries to be quiet. Is that stupid, or what? I'd be screaming and throwing shit. I'd have new neighbors every other week. I am being stupid. There is a real sense that he needs me to do something. I just do not know what it is. The more I think about the colonel and what I did to him the more I feel that he is trying to reward me, somehow. It doesn't make any sense. This shit will keep a brother up all night. He wanted what he got, and he got what he wanted. Now, it is my turn. I'm getting tired of the game. It is not gonna stop, though. I have an eerie feeling that something is about to give, too. We will see.       theblogmeister

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