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

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Others Among Us

I caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye. He was moving fast enough for me not to see him. I could still smell him, though. I had gotten out of bed a few minutes before the news went off and heard my wife in the bathroom. I reached over to grab the remote and realized that Lorri was still in the bed. I must have left the water running a slow drip. As I started towards the bathroom the light went out. That's when I smelled him. My sense of smell is very good for someone who is a smoker. Yeah, I am one of those. Smoking or non-smoking? I do not ask if you fart. Farting or non-farting? Hell, it is getting to where us 'smokers' are having a hard time to find a place to light up. I'm getting off the subject, I know, he ain't going anywhere. What I was trying to say is that I could smell him and it would not be long before I could see him. He don't stink, to the contrary, he smells like a damn hospital. Aseptic. Those chemical smells you may find in Chem 1, look under the lab table and you will find that fucker hiding under there. The only time I ever saw him while he was alive was in the hospital so I guess he inherited the aseptic smell when I killed him. I know it could be worse. The Col. died of colorectal cancer, if I had not intervened and played God with him, and if you have ever smelled anyone that had cancer you would know what I mean. That is the worst smell imaginable. There should be a chart for smells like they have in chemistry's periodic table. Dsh-dog shit, CKsh, chicken shit, RE-rotting egg. I am not sure the winner of the periodic table in chemistry would be but I do know who wins by a landslide on our smell chart; that is cancer. To make matters worse is where the colonel had his cancer. In his colon. The tube that holds shit. This is a smell I cannot put into words but I can easily find a man that has been dead for a long time. Stay with me, I do not want to confuse you. The dead guy smells like antiseptic and it is bearable. I ask my wife if she can smell a hospital and she just looks at me thinking I need to be in one, a mental one. I know what the colonel wants. He wants me to go out on the back porch and sit with him. I have just reached the point that I am not wigging out by the appearance of a ghost and he has had a lot of practice being dead. He finally got my attention. I guess it has been a couple years, maybe? I think he wants me to do something for him. If he gives me the numbers to mega-millions when it gets way up there I'll do what ever he wants. He always does this when he needs me to do stuff. He will wait until everyone is asleep and when I get up to take a piss The bathroom light goes off before I reach it and then the back door slowly creeps open. I have just recently learned of this. We have had our times, though. Scared the shit out of me, literally. Had to change. Now I will go back there and try to figure out what it is exactly, this is an important word, Exactly, just what the hell am I doing up in the middle of the night trying to figure out what he wants me to do. Hell, he needs to get busy and give me some help. I could probably think a lot clearer if I were sitting in 105 degree sauna with some Jimmy Buffett coming out of the speakers. I do not have a hot tub and I don't feel like spending time on the porch tonight. Maybe later.        theblogmeister