Oh, my dearest Relations,
Good afternoon and please pardon my tardiness.
Well, if I had planed on reaching out earlier today, but then didn't get here until minutes ago, well then, I am tardy/AWOL to my own talk. That would be like so cool to be late to my own funeral. Wait! For shits sake, this may be the case as of this every moment...
...what if I did die that night back in 2004, when that board flew from the back of the flat bed truck - we were both heading South on I-75, in the rain and the damned board hit my windshield at only God knows the MPS - Miles Per Second, you see. This memory recently reemerged and I am reminded of that night when I was one micro-second this way or that way from being in Heaven with God, Jesus and Mary. And the Angels too.
There are these two and one other time in this life of mine that sticks out as one of those micro-second or two away from not breathing here on Mother Earth. No more. One was just a year or so ago when I had the bleeding from my head and scalp. If anything at all the passing of time has only reinforced the concept that I lost well over two liters of blood that day. I was at ease and not afraid.
Then, there was that time in 1970 when the old Spanish man smoking his cigar molested me in public view and tried to get me into the closet over at the Casino in Ybor City - one block over and three blocks down from the Spanish Clinic I was born in. Irony? I do not know, but I have always had this ill feeling that I would not have gotten out of there alive. God, the horror. My Dad in the balcony of the theater maybe twenty five yards away.
Shit! There was that time in Darmstadt, Germany back in 1978 when the polezi screeched their cars to a halt and came rushing out of their police cars with machine guns and side arms drawn at me, and my good-damned-best-friends-forever, Jim, Joe, Jerome. If just one of US had farted too damned loud or went just too close to that micro-second, my buds and I would've had free transport back to the State's. We were scared to near death - because we fit the "description" of another group of marauding American citizens out on the streets of Darmstadt, Germany. I so vividly remember this incident. It was "Cold War" times remember. This was profiling before profiling was cool.
In 1969, I drowned in a very clear cold river. My Dad saved my life. He told me to float.
In 1984, I was a full fledged raging Anorexic. There were a couple of times I was rushed to the emergency department and admitted due to weakness. No, I did not talk it then. Not until 1986 was I ready to talk. Family and friends diagnosed me with AIDS. Oh. Yes, they did. I was even threatened with my life if I had "the AIDS". Please.
In 1986, I held a loaded hand gun to my right temple. I also pressed it against my other head. After this I took the weapon back to the one who had gifted it to me.
Only my Great Spirit, knows how many other times I came within micro-seconds of crossing on. I consider my present tense, the case that not knowing too much is a good thing. I remember more.
Here I am today, totally okay if Great Spirit was preparing my death. I mean, today is one heck of a good day to die. Yes, this is also one heck of a beautiful day to be alive too! Ya Hey!
Oh say, by the way, I have lived here in Florida, damned near all my life. Right? I have lived in South Florida and here in the Central Florida area. Have spent many good times in Tallahassee too and know the bi-ways and old high-ways, so please, please know this as truth. We do not have any Famous Free Flying Fucking Flocking Florida Flamingos here in Florida. No. Don't. It's the truth, so don't come over here looking for or asking about our world Famous Free Flying Fucking Flocking Florida Flamingos. It's propaganda. Okay? Alright then.
I have no more to say.
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