MONDAY 26 FEBRUARY

I’m feeling pretty good this morning. Not like HAPPY I’M ALIVE and all that suck ass positive thinker shit. But feeling pretty good.

There’s people out there who go out of their way to force you to think positive.

This is the kind of positive thinker shit I’m talking about….

The woman who posts this shit is all over facebook with her little sayings. I’m not naming names. She spews this bullshit day after day after day. Age is irrelevant. This woman needs to tour a convalescent hospital.

Here she is again…

She stole this one from some dude. Moses. She collects beautiful thoughts from others of her ilk. From the slag heap of beautiful thoughts. Who knows where. She comes up with this crap and slaps it on Facebook. I don’t know if she’s a she. Could be she’s Transgender. Which would still make her a she. No? I don’t know. All I know, beautiful thoughts aside, life will grind you to dust whether you like it or not…

Here’s a beautiful thought from the Gloomer.

Wake up! Life is Ugly.

Dabble with Truth at your own peril.

Meanwhile, stop infecting my beautiful grimness with your insipid sayings.

I’ll lay the real deal on you:

There’s Truth and there’s Beauty

I used to be beautiful. Now I’m old. I wish I could go back and be beautiful again. I would enjoy it more. All of us would enjoy it more. I guarantee you.

All of us…

Drinking wine.

snatching my server’s bottle. Savoring the Wine.

Snoop Dog’s Wine.

That’s the truth.

I awoke feeling pretty good

LIke I said at the beginning of this post, I got up this morning feeling pretty good. I had a disturbing dream. The standard issue. Nothing out of the ordinary.

One of my usual dreams.

Same basic dream landscape…

No big deal.

Got up, wiped the grimness from my eyes. Found myself aboard Scruffy.

Nice….I mean, not too shabby, considering my dream.

Soon as I get up the peeping starts.

Best if I just feed the little pricks before I make coffee.

Little Prick knows exactly what he wants in life.

Ya take and ya take and ya take and ya take and ya take and ya take and no matter who gets in your way ya take…

That, and ya breed more little peepers just like yourself.

In this respect, you are more or less like human beings. Except humans are despoiling the planet. You are not. Which makes you better than humans!!!

Kind of beautiful.

Day gets more beautiful by the hour

I’m sitting in the office, typing this, when my phone rings. I never answer my phone. The voice mail is a nice lady with a filipino accent informing me I will be served papers at my home and my place of employment.

“We are preparing the documents now, Mr. Gloomy, unless you call this number to stop the process.”

I’m being served?

No, I’m not being served. Somebody is attempting to serve me.

Process Servers are people who deliver court documents for a living, partiuclarly the summons and complaint necessary to start a trial.

Legal Information Institute

My only home, on record, is my private post office box.

I haven’t checked my mail in a couple weeks.

Yeah, but this could be a scam or a bill collector deploying a fresh tactic.

Maybe I should call back the original calling number.

Turns out it’s a law office.

What am I gonna do now? They’re serving me!!!

Best to just hide like I always do.

I guess I could hide in Scruffy’s bilge.

Naw, birds would rat me out.

Especially Peeper the little prick.

He’d give me away in a heartbeat.

….and more beautiful

Now I’m thinking they’re gonna seize my bank account. But I can’t rush to the bank and empty my account like I used to do when the I.R.S. was after my ass because…because I got all these automatic deducts paying my rent and other bills AND I got all these automatic deposits dumping money into my account.

I no longer have control over my own life!!!!!

Me!!! The most dodgy dude I know (well, almost). I’m a puppet of current technology!

I’m a puppet.

Meanwhile, A.I. is waiting in the wings.

Is that beautiful or what?

Truth butts in

So I can’t hide. Best to call my pal Rel Render for advice. You been reading me you know about Rel. He moved to Modesto for the cheap rent and found it aint cheap in Modesto. It aint cheap anywhere. That’s kinda beautiful...

“So whattaya want? Let me guess. You’re bored.”

“I’m not bored. I’m calling for advice. Law Office wants to serve me papers. They gave me a number to call. Think it’s a scam?”

“Oh, yeah…probably.”

“What if it’s real?”

“Then you better hide…or call em up.”

“Tell them I’m living on the street?”

“Yeah…or you could tell em you’re living on a old boat called Scruffy. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.”

I call Rel usually when I need advice.

That’s the truth.

So I call em up

Nice lady with no accent I can determine informs me that I’m on a list of contacts for Sharon my ex-girlfriend. They’re trying to process serve Sharon, not me. So they’re going down the list of her contacts, trying to get the goods on her whereabouts.

I tell the nice lady Sharon and me broke up years ago. I got nothing to pass on.

Nice lady takes me off the contact list.

Sharon’s not hiding.

She’s living in her car.

That’s the truth and beauty of it.

Sometimes being homeless comes with benefits.

That’s not all that beautiful.

But that’s the truth.