Yeah, I think to go by the old man’s house at around lunch time today but when I do, I think to take his watered down version, of his frivolities (of his bullshit), I mean, just put it aside. It’s just oh, what stories he could tell you? Yes, I get that, I really do!
There’s plenty to do down there below the surfaces, of the hush hush involved and he’s just the person do to this with. It’s just that he’s ‘The Man’ that’s for sure, the one person a fellow can trust and talk to, about anything!
He’s a dirty old man alright, and he just likes to talk about dirty stuff. It’s fantastic even-fully, but still, different strokes for different folks, and we know we learn things from the old man, and oh, how we’re learning alight.
Now he’s a lonely old man so what the heck, it wouldn’t hurt a damn thing to go visit him.
I like to put myself at risk revealing some of my own experiences and these are my little stories of what I did and shit, and I have asked him what the hell he would have done, so that the next time I will remember.
And what did I let fly. Shall we begin.
This is what I told the Old Man:
They were hippies back in the day, it was of my opinion, and her, I’ve started seeing both of them, because she is one of my Facebook friends. She is, but he is not.
He is one of my life long friends, I’ve known him for a while.
It’s a strange case you know, because many there are who are leery of today’s technology, of gadgets and computers and of the internet, he is one of them.
Sometimes she stays away from the stark realities, when I visit with them (her), and when I go to her online profile, I hear her comments. Yeah, these are referred to as fear mongering and sarcasm, which are along the lines of hate and disdain, perhaps despair. I wonder if she represses these thoughts. You know, everywhere you look there are smudges of dirt in our daily lives, it’s just the way things are. And don’t get me started because I could forever dig up sarcasm, it’s scary and undisciplined, perhaps it’s where insanity begins.
Outwardly, she adopts a more supple approach in her profile, obviously it’s this way to all of her Facebook friends, no doubt she obviously appears to be filtering herself, she posts concerns about stuff and life and she concurs to be very comfortable with her husband’s government job, his salary, even though he’s dying of the cause, of the hazards involved.
Please contain me here, perhaps she doesn’t know what the facts are or has out weighed the odds. Help! Who is to trust anymore. As for myself, I’d get the hell out of that situation so fast it’d make your head spin. He hazards himself knowingly? I know this because I know him personally and I’ve gone over to their home on a few occasions. I’ve know him for what seems a lifetime.
It has to be the Church, the services they regularly attend, which by the way, curtails our little friendship. I can’t seem to get him out of going to church, not even for one Sunday, to go for a ride on our motorcycles, it’s not happening. It seems weekends are perfect for riding and Sundays are no different. She would never let him forego going to their little church on Sunday mornings, eventually we would never go riding on Sundays.
She seeks closer friends of her liking, as she’s stated, “Sundays are for going to church and resting.” I think she has a real big crush on the pulpit minister, that’s what I think. I have to believe that she sits close to the front row towards the center aisle in order for him to have a better look at her and for him to notice her. It’s a small chapel.
Well, that’s a bit old fashion isn’t it? Go eat a big Sunday dinner after attending morning worship all morning long, yes, I’d be wore out with it, that’s for sure. Now after all this, read the newspapers and eventually fall asleep, no way, I can’t stand to do such as that.
I can’t seem to get him to go the distances either, between her and him, there’s just no way. I remembered one year it was our last hurrah together, one last ride of the season where we waved goodbye on that last turn, on the fly we make our ending this way every time. This was in October, shall we begin… Now, in December of that same year we receive a Christmas card from them, this was her doings. Oh, it was their usual Yuletide blessings. Can you imagine, in her own writing she wrote, “See you all next Spring!” Hello, we just live across town from each other!
The couple live way out in the country and near a tributary, a creek. We spoke one time and I’ve talked to him about the idea of me riding my bicycle out there near where he lives. There is a rather large tributary I’d like to see out near their home, it’s near the county line. There is the creek I want to go exploring, possibly canoeing and getting there by bicycle is a good way to do this. You just park your bicycle somewhere and hike to get to the creek. I will be accessing the creek along the railroad tracks.
On one occasion we carried a jon boat out to the creek from the road. This was with a friend of mine, we were exploring the creek. This is a remote area. We use paddles to move along the creek in a small jon boat . That was so cool.
Now I think to ask my friend if it would be alright to park my vehicle at his home, that I would bring my bicycle along with me and park my vehicle in his driveway. They live not too far from the tributary. This was okay because he recognized it would be too dangerous to ride my bicycle all the way out there with little or no shoulder on the sides of the road.
They must have had deep aspirations I guess, when they were younger and when they married shortly after high school. Together they found some land and moved a little ways out into the countryside. Okay, this was their dream, to live five miles from the little community out on some curvy road, what the hell good is that?
So, I guess the food the locals grow is all good for them while, they may know no otherwise. I mean, there’s a great big world out there in which we live nowadays. They on the other hand have lived here all of their lives. Oh, but someone’s brought the fear of God upon them, that’s for sure. She made him do all of this, she’s so weird!
I haven’t done this yet to go ride my bicycle out their way but I still might one day and I’m thinking I’ll be going alone out there to their home, and I know he’ll be at work.
We haven’t ridden our bicycles together since we were teenagers.
And while she may either be there or not, either way if she engages herself to come along with me, just her and me, what will I let fly? Oh, Plenty!