Tuesday, March 02, 2010
without a chaperon an nothin' but he Mexican moonlight.....
there was some kinda split in the road rearin' it's ol'ugly head in the way a decidin' the proper course a events related to the way in which we was ta be travelin'...now that we was without a chaperon an nothin' but the Mexican moonlight a sprinklin' itself about as much as possible..an so's as I have been known ta do I let ol' betty decide which was which, which was startin' ta dawn on lil'slicker that the decidin' a the turn was ta be left in the hands..well aint no hands in a 1967 15 speed 18 wheel highballin' with a flame paint job so hot that it ignite that which it passes Peterbilt rig such as ol'betty...but neither on high....it was the way an so's ol'betty started ta pull ever so on the gentle ta the right an that was the path in which was the way we took..now durin' some moment a time in the past near here ..the alien hairdo did that which was which it did most feverishly at the most a times in a flash an that was ta disappear...without notice or provocation by any nor all.but with the look a the amazed lil'slicker an I toiled off down the path set afore us without the wink a wariness...i had resolved my poor overworked mind into seein' this thing ta a finish an then takin' me some alone time with the lil'slicker ta see what was what...on so forth with not any other resolve in the way ol'betty an me jumped inta it...at least we was in the way a hopin' we'd find 'it' an then the 'jumpin' inta 'it' would commence.
As we crested a rise in the highway we was ta be shown a small little village nestled in amongst the wild underbrush an barely pokin' it's existence out ta be seen..now not havin the slightest in the nature a my indevour an figurin' the lil'one aint in the know ..knowin' Bob as I do..an that if'n the alien was involved ,bob, outlaws, an the like all in the tangle wrestlin about like pigs in a mudbath...this here town would fit the bill in the nicely..so we pulled on down thru the brush ,scrapin the sides a the 40 movin' structure always attached ta ol'betty an pulled on in an stopped..a pack a wild dogs an kids all mixed together came floppin on about barkin hootin' an a hollerin' .the lil'slicker had already landed an met the horde with a familiarity ta be concerned with later an I went off ta seek the bar an therefore the elders ta pose a few queries..as I placed my worn body on down a man came saunterin' over an asked in a kindly manner”may I sit with you?' an seein' no reason ta deny him I replied “please take a seat an sit a spell...”...” you are the driver of the truck outside?”....again always with the most smart of them all...an my new friend must have read that because before I could say anything he said..” I know it is the most obvious of the questions ...but shall we say...ah..ah..way to break the ice..i think yes?'..an there I was with not a thing ta say but ..”yes sir that would be me...”...an he said...”good..good I have been expecting you” an all I could think was.............
Thursday, January 21, 2010
the shamblin' a the prarie weeds shufflin' an rollin' with them tumbleweeds
the sun had made it's way over the crest a the hill an spilt upon the land a hue a colors unknown here-to-for..an drapin the air with the sweet scent a mexico...the road windin' into places unseen as yet an they all be bustlin' with that -that goes on...it was feelin' like floatin an driftin' on the plains a old with the shamblin a the prarie weeds shufflin' down an rollin' with the tumbleweeds..the music a the night started ta fill in an all was ta be as it should,with night becomin' the lead in this here play...the cab had pretty much been on the silent for the spell just spent..it wasn't in my mind ta break that as yet an so's my mind drifted ta a time when I was a youngin' back at the truck stop my papa had left me at..only ta find he weren't my pa at all..but..there was a day that had done eched inta a lodgin' in the memory banks.. it were a hot day an the new pa I had aquired was tellin' me ta clean out the back lot a some trash an such..so's as I was back there mutterin' ta myself bout the toilin' I was put to..i saw a big rig pull in an it had the look about it a strange an it piqued my interest an so's I snuk myself roun' the side there an hung ta watch the event as it was ta unfold...at first it was appearin' in the norm an it was getting' borin' an as I was turnin' ta leave I heard me a noise on the side a pop..my thinkin' was in the way a gunshot as a youngin' perked for adventure would do..an so's I crawled closer ta look an sure as was, there was this stranger pointin' a gun at pa an pa was drippin' fluid an then in the flash a right I saw pa raise his hand an bam..the guy was gone.......gone...never forgot that an never mentioned it ta pa an never whined bout the toilin bein' put upon me...an so goes life in the big roun'....the night's sweet an all........
Thursday, January 07, 2010
in this process reflected upon the reflection device...
remember...why hell I don't think so...just the notion bein' in the implied way was ..well outta this here world...an so's as my mind or what was left there of ,was a flyin' high back inta the memory circuit ta find some sorta recollection a what the hell was on the side a implied here to forth..i took no notice a what was in the rear reflecting device an was ta come ta regret that...it was supposed ta be bob an ol'betty in the flesh an the cohorts that cohort with folk that kind but, I was occupied with the at hand which was lil'slicker a gigglin' an the alien hairdo in the passenger side appearin' ta be chattin it up an referin ta things outta recollection..so's it bein' on the side a to much ta handle I put ol'betty inta a slide bleedin' stop an watched the horror on the face a the lil'one an as I was in this process reflected upon the reflection' device an noticed not one headlamp showin' itself..now ol'bob was right adamant bout' bein' on the tail so's ta speak so's why in the floatin' world, that the almighty put here as a sign post that it was time ta turn on the universal hiway..would ol'bob not be bein' in the rearview...the alien was not in the way of the offer of information,,lil'slicker was still lookin' on the side a horror an well me...i was slide bleedin' to a stop..as ol'betty rested upon the full 18 that god done gave her I was swingin' my door into the open an hangin' on the runnin' board peerin' aft ta see what I could see an the past was blank...
I took me a look at the lil'slicker an said” any reason there that ol'bob an such might be decidin' ta take up a different path than the one set forth at that there meetin' a the minds a while back”..her blank stare was enough an I said “well aint we in a mess...” an then that there alien who had done darn near been forgot was ta enter inta my head a thought..”why is there concern?'”..why is there concern was what I heard an I was on the edge a pissed when the alien implied a thought..” here is the destination..” an with that my mind saw the goal an the thought an sight was ta make me smile larger than was in the possible an so with a renewed vigor I jumped back inta the wheel a ol'betty fired her back up an sped off...lil'slicker comin' back ta life say's “where we off to” ....
Thursday, December 31, 2009
runnin' ol'betty inta a brick wall at 176 mph...stopped cold
comin' awake was quite a surprise..here's the scene...ol'slick lumped over in the blacked out mode...an the lil'slicker in the pasenger seat a chattin' it up with that alien hairdo an ol'betty highballin' down the road with no concern at all..then I come awake. an seein' all that was around me, makin' ol'slick want ta be blacked out once more..but it weren't ta be, an so's I took it in an decided that I would join in the conversation amongst those of kin an those of the alien race...an so's I spoke up ta say..”so...it would appear that no introduction is in the needed column..”...an lil'slicker say's...”why we all been in that way for a spell..thats the way a knowin' the where abouts of the likes a you..” an that sorta stopped me an I said..”the where abouts a me..? an why would that be in the interest a you're head..”an at the same time lil'slicker say's..”cause you're my pa...”, the alien was, in that way comuncatin' the thought that this was the way of it now an lil'slicker was ta be in the life a slick black truck drivin' man..this stopped any thought cold an it stunned my speech..then lil'slicker laughs outloud an say's..”thats right in your life..”..an then the world spun out a control an it hit me like runnin' ol'betty inta a brick wall hightballin' at 176 mph an no brakes at all..stopped cold...an I says..”how did you know that bit a unfortunate news...”
an that musta created a chasim in the time fabric that ol'slick seams to slip thru cause the world stopped spinnin...an I looked at lil'slicker an peered at that alien hairdo an with the trepidation a the weak asked..” if you're my kin as you so say..then how is it ya'll know this alien hairdo an how is it so....”
an this was to much for lil'slicker an her laugh took off like a horse escapin' the burnin' barn..an then she say's...”'remember that time.....
slick's recipe corner...
alien hairdo..
lil'slicker..
ol'betty
ol'slick...
mix togther
stir it around a bit
bake at 350 for 1 hour..
serve on a platter...
Friday, December 18, 2009
there where ever either space time continuum a space
ol' slick wants ta take this here moment in time....ta just say over the last few passin's a the moon ..why I been on the side a privileged an pertinear proud a the fact that some folk out there..in there where ever either space time continuum a space..here..have been followin' the trials an tribulations a ol'slick,ol'betty..ol'betty in the flesh an now it would be seemin' lil'slicker as in the well..on an any way
I just wanted ta say thanks an well.....i'll just be wishin' ya'll the best a every darn thing that ya'll want..an well...ol'slick is gonna hunker on down with a prepared bag a gerome a tray a alien whiskey an toast ta ya all the best...c ya...Slick Black truck drivin' man...
Friday, November 27, 2009
then lil'slicker says right on back howdy an i blacked out...
...an with that, well...i stumbled my way out ta ol'betty..the rig that is ,with lil'slicker in tow an all a them creature types right on behind with ol'Bob at the head with the flesh an blood ol'betty just a danglin' off his arm liken to a cheap braclet.ever one got inta them rigs as they were drivin' an the lil'slicker climbed on in ta ol'betty..the rig.. like she had been at the hand a this for the ever..as I was firin' ol'betty up Bob climbs on the runnin' board an say's..”ya take off that there direction an the road breaks off inta two ways y'all vier off ta the right an we'll be right on behind..” an I looked at bob an said..”right strange with me all in the lead as such..thought you bein the head boss man would let none lead as you may..”
an the ire was raised like the stakes in the big poker match up...an Bob just grunts..”just head on out....” an there was another bit a verbiage but the wind swept it off into another story all together..so with ol' betty fired an the lil'slicker in that there passenger seat we was off...the silence in the cab was getting ta be too loud so's I reached on over an clicked the remote an 'patsy' started singing bout walkin' after ...as them words were issuin' forth from 'patsy' the lil'slicker finished just as sweet as can be...i turned me my head that way an the look upon my face was ta be sayin' a lot an the lil'slicker got all red an then burst out..”..why we all can like us some patsy mr.slick...”..an the way it was ,was ta tear at me an then I knew this here was kin an damn...just as I was ta venture upon the path a admittance the oder an color a blue just a started ta become an then as has been the regular a my life in pop's my alien hairdo..whiskey an all...an ta top the top a it..say's in that way they have a sayin..howdy lil'slicker ..an then lil'slicker say's right on back..”howdy” an I blacked out...........
Monday, November 16, 2009
i took me some notice a the creatures that had taken up habitat
man I was flyin' an so's ya can understand my confusion when I took me some notice a the creatures that had taken up habitat in the roadside roadhouse...some very peculiar folk an in the middle sat ol'Bob with the flesh an blood Betty just a leanin in an appearin ta be whisperin' sweet nothin's ta bob an the little one lookin' on...it was the rest a them that was getting' me..was ta remind me a long ago walkin' in on them criminal types at a stop so long ago..but they weren't them same ones an by the look these creatures had seen them some rough spell's in the livin' a their lives..an Bob..well he sat there like he was the man an so's it appeared ta be so..but Bob weren't keen on the prepared bag a gerome's bein' in the pocket an so's he was expectin' me ta be dumbed down from that special slop the little one had brought..so's I played me some posum an acted in unawares..so's Bob says “how ya'll feelin'..” an I say's “well not of the best I been but..” an he say's “well ya'll ready ta draw this picture ta a close?”
an I say's back..”i'm on the road a doubt bout that event ever occurin' the way this here trip has been goin' so far an now that I done seen what I seen... well hell Bob i'd just as soon be at the far end a the fishin' pole at the waterin' pool a life with no bait than be stuck on this hiway with the likes a ya'll ..but bein' that I aint got no control over it..i's guess we best be at the next stop...so what ya'll got in that puny lil' ol' head a yours...” an he say's ..”well slick it aint that I care for the look a ya niether but I'm just as bound by this as ya'll an the sooner it be done the better...ya sure ya'll are alright..??”an so's I ask..”why would that be Bob..was ya expectin' a new scratch upon my face or was ya'll expectin' me ta be droolin' by now..”..an the look on his face carried a price no man could pay...kinda like caught in the act a stealin' from the henhouse by a shotgun totin' farmer..an he say's “why no slick why no...”so's I say...”what's the next step on this here path...” an he say's ..” we got us some distance ta be puttin' unnerneath that rig an all..” an then the flesh an blood Betty get's that
there lil'ol' grin an say's..”tell me slick do ya still call her ol'betty???”..an the red colored my face an before my reply could fill the air she say's ..”thought so..” an then Bob say's ..”ya'll have ta follow all a us...” as he glanced about at them creatures..an I thought ah..hell they gonna be there an my bet would be some one a them will be takin' up a seat in ol'betty an the thought irked me ta no end.an as I was bein' in the way a irked Bob say's..”ya'll gonna have ta have you a rider with ya'll ta make sure ya don't get confused an lost...” an he looks at the flesh an blood Betty with a smirk a shotgun coulda wiped easily from that ugly face..an I thought ah swell..won't that be a joyous occasion ta have her back in the passenger seat,an before I could register any comment Bob say's..” I'm thinkin' the lil' slicker will be with ya..” an I done almost fell an the lil'slicker started at laughin' an with that ..................
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
outta the corner a my eye i saw the little one an thought hum
....when i figured ol' Bob was gonna lay me flat , that ugly face a his broke a smile an down went the weapon an out came his hand...i meant ta shake it an just as I was gettin' it up ta do that, the little one came back with another whiskey..Bob say's..”ya'll still drinkin' that slop...”..i say's “ya...what be the wrong in it?...he looks across at that little one an say's..”hey lil' slicker go on get us some a that special sauce an be quik..” my face was not all turned toward Bob but when I heard me that there nick name..well it was all I could do an just as it were in the light a my eye,Bob breaks out with that big ol' girly laugh a his an see's the look on my face an laugh's even more..”don't even recognize your own kin there huh slick?”...an i'm thinkin' real hard back ta the flesh an blood betty, an then my inner clock starts ta tick off the time an then it got me red...Betty never did mention the situation...an I knew her leavin' was quik an all but....then she was a right pretty lil' thing an with my looks well buried (it was for her best),but mine...hum...time does shift gears on a soul without the knowin' a time bein on the wane. But like most a my kin..they was unknown ta me until their need ta know me arose...an so I started ta think what the hell was gonna happen next an so's I drank heavily an waited for the ball ta drop...Bob eyein' me like a hunter eyein' his kill an it unnerved me..ta the point a irritation...so turnin ta the matter at hand...which a course had ta do with my alien friend an daisy may an BOB..i asked a ol'Bob “ta what matter is the likes a you involved in this hoodoo truck job...”an Bob say's..” why slick it was me that sought out ya'll as the delivery man a such an important cargo as is with ya'll “...ok ok now i'm getting a lil' on the side a suspicious an mad all about at the same time...an wishin' I could be talkin' at my alien hairdo friend right at the present instead a this roadhouse filled with some ugly skeleton's...an outta the corner a my eye lookin' at the little one an thinkin' hum...maybe..when Betty comes round the corner an purchases her self the corner a Bob's chair an then it was to much an I spurt out..”you two????you two???damn...you two?????” Betty say's back in that snarl so familiar...”what you all in a craw for slick you an me aint been in the ring for a spell now an well Bob here treats me fine...” I say..”fine all fine my best a wishes for the happy couple...” an the toppin'it off the little one comes back with 4 glass's an sit's...then pours an then sit's an then slams down one an say's here's ta ol'slick...damn kids...an just in fashion Betty an Bob slam it down an then ..well hell I was part a the party so's down it goes...then round 2 an then 3 an then 4 an then 5 an so on...till I fall flat on the floor an hear Bob just a laughin...so's I crawled back up excused myself an went in ta the mens room..visited the ta go bag a gerome an popped me some help an by the time I got back..................
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
left him in the hot sun all adyin',other than that i kinda liked him
...with a swagger an non-nonchalant grace came inta my view none than the other woman who once occupied the passenger seat a ol'betty....ol'betty the flesh version....an my mind wandered ..did it ever..an I was wishin' it had wandered ta a different reality all it's own ..but no..there in the front a me starin' with that look that I know ..ol'betty...”so's betty what the hell ya all doin' in this here neck a them woods..?..i thought you was back up yonder an bein' in the way a the lamb...?”...well she stares for a spell then say's “well on no account a you am I ta be standin' at all an the thought damn near freezes me ta look at ya..”..an I had ta say..”now ya'll know it weren't in my hands ta change the state a things an if'n you an mexico bob hadn't a pulled that there maneuverer a yours well things might a been born on the other side an the like...”...”ah hell slick you talk in circles like one a them little doggies at that circus on them lil' ol' bikes..shit you do spin about..”..”now betty ya can't be spoutin' forth such drivel ya'll know where the light shines an where them shadows swallow up the rest an don't be all coy an such..ya took the road a your own accord....now who is the little one? An then where is Bob?”...an that god damn laugh.....”the little one”.. spewin' from them lips a ice.....”ah slick...the little one!!!!!!..”...an just as my ire was bein' raised them doors swung wide with the bravado a some ancient has been western movie star...an in comes Bob....well well well...Mexico Bob...imagine that could ya...an if'n I had the chance, would never had done that...bob an me go back, way back,an if'n I could've, i'd a rang his neck dry an then left him a layin' in the hot sun all a dyin'...other than that I kinda liked him.......so slammin as many whiskeys as a man could in the moments a his life most lightly treaded upon, I looked at bob an couldn't help myselve but ta start laughin' an a laughin'...it ired ol'Bob an he done pull's out a gun..an with that I start me a laughin' even harder an just when...........
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Saturday, October 24, 2009
refresh my throat with a liquid beguilement.....
now in my truck drivin' career so's ta speak..i have encountered the most bizarre an the most ridiculous a situation's an come thru unscathed..but luck an the practice there of ,aint in the hands a no man ,an rest's like the wind ever blowin' past at a rapid rate an only when ya reach out ta grab it does it just slip away...or somethin' ta that effect..so it was in this waxin' mode that I formulated my approach ta these here headlights a comin' on,an memory flashed back at me the time I done pulled over in a state a wtf..an was handed a thumb an note an well..here i'am again...so's the idea a direct confrontation seemed out an with that the idea sprang forth like a well at spring time ta water down them fields an stoppin it was..at a prime in your face mexican roadhouse or mi'casa' ta me..an in we pulled..an in the road dust came the light's...but ol' betty an me had done stopped an got out an went in an saw the history a the roadhouse in one quick glance...bout 5 ½ tables were scattered about an at 1 was a mean lookin' ol hombre with his hat down an his shot glass raised ta repeat the same night over an over..at another sat some bewildered tourist who missed the right exit an most than likely will never see home in them same eyes again wishin' an a clickin' them heels..the barkeep was pourin' shot's whilst holdin a shotgun across his shoulder..an I tipped quite finely that night..at another sat a mexican version a me an I turned my glance away asap...so's I sauntered on over an grabbed the ½ table an the girl comes on over..an she says “senior el'slick...been long long time....”...”uh ya why it has mam...”(strainin' my brain for recognition an no it weren't there)...”senior slick..you must not recognize that of kin...”..”kin? Why ms. Ya'll have me at a loss...but while I try ta focus upon such a thing is it in the realm a possible ta refresh my throat with a liquid beguilement ..uh..such as a..”..”whiskey” she says..”or would that be of a alien nature to you mr.slick..”...”uh why yes i mean no ..but I do ponder the reason a your familiarity with my name sake..”..well mr slick while you walk down that path I will bring you some of our finest whiskey an then maybe you will be enlightened..”..an I was thinkin' drunk would be better an then as it always does, life smacks ya right upside the head..as it just did when them saloon doors went swingin' open an in walks none other than...
Thursday, October 01, 2009
the navigatin' left ta me was memory...an that aint good...
now crossin' south a the border..well hell lets face it who ever smuggles anythin' into mexico....an so's the getting' in is the easy life...but getting' back out ...well...it may be costly if'n one is in the way a not wantin' ta draw attention ta oneself an the
cargo bein' in the way a delivery...so's when ol'betty an I was comin' on close ,it was in my mind ta be on the unawares bein' that I was goin' in...but as we was decendin' speeds unknown before now ta the earth..it hit liken ta a lead balloon bein in the way a savin' your ass if'n ya neaqded ta fly in escape.....an well...it hit upon my smitten face that we was loaded right prior ta leavin' an it had behoved me ta get the dirt on the load an so's I was in the unawares state that I came ramroddin' into the border crossin'..an doin' a slide bleedin' skid upon said approach was not in the eyesight a hidden an so's this was the effect placed inta the state a mind a the border guards..
truck drivin' man gone wild...so's as them border guards with an exaggerated sense a position done did the ritual hand raisin' in the international sign a STOP..we did..they approached with that look a “i know you all illegal an we are gonna find out how bad...” set firm on the chiseled jaw...an said them ill fated words every truck drivin' man in the international truck drivin' man's local hates ta hear...'”whats in the rig..'or' what ya haulin' in there...” they all expect the worst an well...sometimes they should....so's with nothin' ta do but wing it,i reached down an grabbed the paper work an the said 'bill a laden' pulled it up ta my face...kinda squinted ta draw me some time an looked at that there 'bill a laden' an spoke right off a that 'bill a laden' an said...”tiny toy helicopters...2000 of'em”...now sayin' it don't make it so ..but I was a wishin' ta all hell it be so then an..with a slight twist a the lip the border guard looked at me an kinda chuckled his remark..” a load a toy's huh'”...an I said back 'well ya that's what it say's”...he said open it an I said .....ooooooooookaaaaaaaaaaay...what ever else at hand was not bein' shown an so's with the stagger a the not-so-confident ,i climbed on down an then swaggered my way on back..takin' my time without the look a takin' my time..an why was way beyond as I knew if it weren't so...that bein' the look a toy helicopters reflectin' it's tiny image as we opened them door's..an bein' some other form a contraband an illegals,lookin back at us that ol'slick would be up the river in a sinkin' boat..let alone paddles..so as them doors swung wide what was ta be seen was hundreds a boxes a tiny toy helicopters from 'the tiny toy helicopters are us Co'...an as i looked at the guard his disappointment shown like bad teeth on ms.universe...so's he angrily say's “so where are ya goin' “...an I told him bout the shy town south..an he said “well get the damn thing outta here..hear?”...yes sir I reply an get back in ol'betty fire the girl up an pull on out...the navigatin' left ta me was on memory as we hit the first turn an outta the mind came the run I made with Mexico bob...never again is all I can say...an as that thought was doin a pinball in my head the sight a headlamps a comin ' from behind at a rapid rate was ta take me inta mexico an the dangers there of...with that ol'moon shinin' down an the mexican breeze blowin' it was with my hand on my protection that I saw them headlamps comin' on....
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
the famous hit factory a mexico.."Stereo Ray"
so's after bein' on the road for the spell i'd been...it was seamin' time ta figure just what the hell I was up to...an ta re-collect the thought that done drove me forward an movin' in the at all....an there aint nothin' better ta unearth the earthly secrets than on a drug induced hangover...well...lets say the prescribed pre-pared bag a gerome...an after all i'm sure he's liscensed somewhere...for somethin..or another...an I was on a mission from unearthly type folk an all...earthly...unearthly....sorta hit's a mark someplace..that big ol' ball a cosmic dirt that the almighty uses as his own #7 Harts along with the rest as he hits the daily round a golf..universal style....i mean what else are we here for.....it suit's don't it...i mean the other possibility is we all just prisoners from outlaw planets an this here is the universal equal ta Botany Bay there for them British ta discard the ones not welcome..we were all expelled from the universe an deposited here ta be kept from the others not so inclined ta violence...we just gotta figure it all out...doin' just fine thanks....but aside...way aside... it was ta be upon my horizon the seein' a the Mexican border an then off ta some dirt floor hovel in which I was ta find out what would be the next phase a my so called truck drivin' mans life...ahh..poor ol'slick....aint no way outta here is there...i had me some time in front a me an so's I decided ta get into character an tuned inta the latest hit factory a the famous mexican radio...'stereo ray'.............an I cleared my head........not to much now............
Thursday, August 20, 2009
a mysterious thing happened on the highway tonight...
woke up on the meridian goin' well over 200 miles per the hour a life,an it was just a tickin' on by like I was just a standin ' still..seems I had me a bit more than a handful a them there pill's from the prepared bag a Gerome..an in the state I was in, well...just damn near anythin' can happen...an it may well of...I'll regale ya with it if'n my mind allows me ta recall it....so's with a HUGE handful a them there pill's chased by copious quantities a whiskey..ahhhh...sounds good even now...but...it would appear that ol'betty an I went a lil' off course..an ended up in some shy town with just enough ta get by on callin' it a town an well...as in all god forsaken lil' ol' towns on the outskirts a hell...lookin' like at one point quite a success ta the ma an pa joints sproutin' like weeds ta break apart the concrete that makes up this here highway system I travel upon..but..then dyin' on the vine like fruit waitin' ta be ate but endin' up on the ground like so much other..tossed away..um..any ol' way like any good lil' shy town, it had it's local waterin' hole an well as high as I was ta be ,liquid sounded mighty fine an so's with a slide bleedin' skid ol' betty an I, why we went on in...an when I say we, I mean in the particular me an ol'betty...seem's I musta miss judged the distance in the slide bleedin' skid stoppin' point an well...over shot the mark by 6 barstool's an ta the unfortunate 4 were occupied...well ya can just imagine the look on some a them faces as ol' betty up on 9 a the 18 god gave the great graces in which ta put under her , wheels, in the midst a a slide bleedin' stop..well I pertinear fell outta the cab just a laughin'...but the cook didn't quite see it that a way an as he came flyin' across that counter...butcher knife in hand..with the look a the old sailor's boardin' a privateer an slaughterin' the crew with pick axes an pike poles..an the like...an that made the next move of the some what important kind..like livin' longer ta consume more a the prepared bag ..oh an finishin' the job at hand..an the like ..an so's with that all in mind..i slammed the shiftin' stick inta back-up mode real quik..an ol'betty an I extricated ourselves..an on the way got ourselves an order ta go...heard 'bout it later that night on the radio as” a mysterious thing happened on the highway tonight....but them faces..worth it all...an well......
Sunday, August 16, 2009
was way south a the border..rig was there pickin' up an order
....after a spell a fine drivin'...i put ol' betty on the auto pilot she and I had worked out..the way it was ,was like this ..ol'betty would just cruise at speed an hold the wheel right..bein' well balanced an all..an she would just'a highball until a turn would come on the rise an she would bounce off a them lil' bumps an alert me ta the cause...never failed as a yet an she an I get along just fine ol'betty an ol'slick...so's with that underway it was ta give me some ponderin' time on them words left branded across my brain by that a ol'Daisy may...”give my best ta Mexico bob....i knew I was a goin' south a the border an it had crossed my mind that Mexico bob might be in the near but puttin' the 2 together ..well it has been a little hard on ol'slick as of late an so...without any prepared bag a Gerome left ta my name it was of the natural state that this game was bein' played so's ta speak..now the facts as they lay there on the ground starin' back in a pitiful way was these..them alien's were involved an then it hit...i was in the cab a ol'betty alone...without no hairdo ta be seen...that was also now a fact a layin' there an it was a mighty big one at that...but..then the other was whiskey was in the involvement an then south a the border was in an now it would appear ol' Mexico bob was ta be there as well.. so's quite a little ta be had...but knowin' these things was not helpin' answer the query that was set forth in the front a my forward movement...but also knowin' that nothin' I was gonna be able ta do was gonna change the outcome if'n I knew my clan, an I knew my clan....one an all...the bad,the not so good,an the worse...an as I settled inta my resolve ta just enjoy the hell outta the moment here..in pop's my alien hairdo friend..an I can now call her,it,the alien,friend..an she don't just pop in..these type got the grand entrance thing down..all a blue glowin'..electricity a poppin'..an then pop there it,she, the alien, sit's ,well floats..well ,inhabits the passenger seat a ol'betty....an ta top it off...with a tray a whiskey an ta my eye's a sight ta sore'em...a prepared bag with that unmistakeable look a gerome all about...man I smiled....the thought appeared that Gerome thought I may be in need...an so did them aliens'''all come ta the rescue a ol'slick...so's as I dipped deep inta the prepared bag an pulled me out a handful I grab a shot,an tossed them lil'pills in the air caught'em in the mouth an tossed that shot right in after it an they both went on down....smooth...fine alien whiskey an Gerome....an mexico a callin' an shinin' it's fine light upon the horizon into which i was a headin'..."was way south a the border..."
slicks recipe corner....
take two a them most happy chickens...
kill'em,clean'em
mix soy an oarnge marmalde..
lite the q
burn coal
fry them babies slatherin' the mix upon 'em
take your sweetie an a jug a wine
an well ya'll know the rest..
c ya
Saturday, July 04, 2009
although that hangin cliff side was still loomin'
an then...ah hell just liken ta the dream where ya learn the winnin' number an wake up just before all is ta be revealed...well that was the way a thing's here,an I was back in the prior dream I was in..sittin' sippin an chit chattin' away with my hairdo friend..an so's I peered out over the top a my alcaholic beverage at that there alien an I say's..”so's a this was what some kinda fore tellin' a the future or what not...an as I have been acustomed to, it replied in thought that it had no idea what I was referin' to an the like..an I had a sigh a the resignation for knowin' arguin' with this kind aint in the way a somethin' ya do so's I let it pass an continued my observation a the sinkin' sun,which hadn't appeared ta move an inche...but that not botherin' me none...with that whiskey an the drug a time off an a beach..well it was all good...an I passed out that way............comin' awake was a different story in the all together...back at the wheel an well...highballin' as ol'betty will do on her own left unattended for a spell..i rose to attention an grabbed back some sense a reality...but I must admit that I was as relaxed as a truck drivin' man who has been on vacation on a beach somewhere suppin' down tasty beverages by the truck load..how they done do it..one ponders..but I found myself likin' them aliens even more than before an the idea a havin' them as a client..well were'nt half a the bad.. so's with a smile broadenin' across my front grill I ploughed forward with a renewed vigor an vim...an all.....turnin' on the airwave I tuned inta a connection an heard the most a the beatiful sounds......”crazy............................”ah.... all is well with ol' slick at the moment...although that hangin' cliff side was still loomin' in the backwaters a my thought...albeit.................
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
I knew 'M' wouldn't book me in the finest hotel in Miami beach...
I knew 'm' wouldn't book me in the finest hotel in miami beach for the sake a gratitude...as I was layin' there not even talkin' with my alien friend it was a gnawin' at the back a me an it was like ta break right on out...a course what I be in the frame a reference to, the would be question a why am I here an where in the hell was the rest a my life takin' place with out the presence a the one who be livin' it..an still not used ta the alien way a things, it was upon me ta forget. ya'll can't be thinkin' in the private way cause they in there with ya the whole damn time..so with out the waste a the spoken word my alien hairdo friend said, that it was liken ta time suspended ...an when I was in the return mode not a split second a hair would have elapsed..now that sure did the job a settlin'..so I was set ta go further in the depths a questions an posed inside a my brain the idea a why again was I here an what was on the plate a ol'slicks life...an then in a spark in the head an kinda liken ta a movie showin' on the screen a the brain, it was laid bare for me ta explore...i could see ol'betty justa screamin' down some lonesome highway with the ol' moon a glowin' in the forward edge a the path traveled..an patsy singin' her dear ol'heart out an all'...an in the sky all manner a stars were ta be reflectin' off the light whisp a cloud that shot across the night...it was lookin ta be a familiar way a life for ol' bertty an I.... an then as the scene was ta change so did the mood ta that a one a forbodin'....an the sky drew up dark an then filled in with an angry cloud that attacked the light a the moon with a vengence...the lights a ol'betty was ta flicker on an she was highballin' like ta be runnin' from somethin' an then the next scene was ta be seein' ol'betty climbin' a cliffside road ,an with sheer walls towerin' over her,almost ta the point a fallin'..leanin' over the road in a threat a danger..an then........
Saturday, May 02, 2009
the sun dipped down low an the whiskey hit
that ol'blue glow...gonna be a song an tale bout that this here one day..well with nothin for there ta do but wait..i did...an whilst I was in a ponderin' state on that there subject,it started ta dawn on me liken ta the awakenin' a the unholy,that I was plum tired a this an I needed a vacation like I was in the need a drink after a 3 week bender...bad...an it was on the verge a just makin' me mad..when the final development a that there alien hairdo appeared an was in that there pasenger seat a ol'betty...the air in the cab there was filled with the energy a my frustration an it was ta appear that, that there alien could sense it... an after a short spell the thought appeared in my head that the idea was on the side a brilliant..this I already was in the way a knowin but gave it to'em cause they was from outerspace after all.. an after such a fare amount a work for this here particular employer it was in my way a thinkin' they done owed it ta me an when this here trip a theirs was on the side a finished I would be takin' one...ah..maybe some tropical resort where they bring ya drink's poolside... or....an before I could finish that there thought,well some how in the way a alien workin's, there I was on the beach a some place an outta nowhere comes a tray a whiskey an man....that was in the right way..an then the oddest sight I have done seen myself was next ta me in the shape a the alien hairdo all loungin' on a loungin' chair an me with whiskey...an then it dawned on me...where the hell was ol'betty an the load an the world an the rest a the stuff,an then as the sun dipped down low an the whiskey hit..i soon lost all care an was in the hands a time off...c ya.............
Sunday, March 29, 2009
sigh of the resignation a the unwillin'.....................
...”well slick that there is what one might say as lays the problem...it aint quite what would be called on the upper side a bein' finished an....”...an that was where I was ta find myself cuttin in on the conversation..”not finished..why ms daisy it was ta be known ta me that the trail went cold here an that was ta be that..an hell I aint in the way of a positive mood right now for this talk..”...”now slick ya'll aint got ta adopt that way a mind...it can be done in the easy way..”...now in my mind the easy way was never just that as it would be dealin' with ol' Daisy May..but knowin' her ways a persuasion, an not in the way a likin' em...I was propelled ta ask just what was in the mind a those that seamed ta be in control a ol'Slick right at this here moment..an I was ta ponder the time when it were not ta be so..an wishin' for it ta be soon..so's in order ta bring an end ta my sufferin' for the family I posed the query ta ol'Daisy May...” so Ms Daisy...just what in the way a my doin' is bein' put ta task.. an with a pause in her tone...which on it's own was ta be speakin' volumes a some ancient text..she say's..”well I will say that it involves some a your favorite drink a choice at this here present an a little ta do with the bein' ya'll
have been sharin' the passenger side a ol'Betty of late...ya see they need ta have another delivery made an it is fixin' ta be delivered by ya'll, ol'Betty an your friend with the big hairdo..”...i was ta ponder for a split second an shot back..”Ms Daisy..why they can fly in that there ship a space travel.why in the hell do ya'll need ol'Betty for an did I say they can fly...an so's ya'll can be in the way a understandin' my bit a confusion...”..an then the corners a her mouth started that curl an the eye's started ta narrow an my spine started ta shake....it might have been the wrong question....it was known thru out that ya didn't push ol'Daisy May past the point...but it'd been some time an I done forgot the point...but it was appearin' the point was for me ta listen an her ta talk...an if'n I was wantin' ta remain tall an not the same in stature as Tiny an his crew..listenin' was the avenue ta go down...so's I said..”ms Daisy..what is it ya'll had in the mind for me ta do..”.an as the earth started ta settle back she looks at me an say's.....”ya'll are bein' loaded right now an the destination is bein' left on the seat, ya'll will be seein' your passenger once your on the road ..an all I can be sayin' in the end is don't be makin' no stops an no mistakes..an give my best ta Mexico Bob...”...an with that bomb dropped she turned an walked away dissappearin' in the mist a the swamp an leavin a chill in her absence...finally makin' my way ta ol'Betty it was put upon my sight ta see the 40' movin' structure was loaded an sealed...an I jumped on in ta the cab an looked round an sighed that resignation a the unwillin' an fired her up....i pulled out inta the swamp an just as I was startin' ta get some headway...saw outta the corner a my eye the glimpse of a shadow an then the familiar start a the blue glow....
Monday, March 09, 2009
ta the weird an voodoo'ish type a folk..all's well in the swamp
comin' outta the dark...just sounds creepy just repeatin' it...but sure as i was kinfolk to the weird an voodoo'ish type a folk that did inhabit this here area...it wasn't a sight i was in the prepared state for an was findin' myself wishin' for that prepared bag a Gerome's...but there..right there..in front a me an walkin' as if floatin' was none other than ol'Daisy May...an if there was a moment a time ta be gone by ..this here was it...but as i was cemented ta the ground ,all for me ta do was wait ..an wait i did...ol' Daisy May drifted on over an did a sidelong glance at where ol'betty was sittin' an then a sight which was ta put hairs in the erect position on my back was ta be happenin' right in front a all the eye's upon this here earth the almighty put here for ol'Daisy May ta roam upon..a slight creak of a smile was ta be at the corners a her mouth.. an it sent me peerin' in the direction a that smile ..an it was at that moment that the very large craft parked next ta ol'betty was ta be in the act a leavin'..an thanks ta be had for havin' them doors shut down...an as it was in that hoverin' mode it kinda dipped a side in a sign a good-bye...an it was as sure as i'm not a doctor that it was ta be sayin' good bye ta ol' daisy may .hum...that was a query...an as i was ta be watchin' that big ol' space travelin' vehicle head on off inta the sunset,ol' daisy may had slid herself on over ta be standin' on my right side there an it sent some shiverin' down that there spinal cord..so's just a standin' there waitin' for somethin', it was not what one would be expectin'...like some kinda a weird language or of the like...but emmitin' from her vocal cords were words of a regular nature..an she say's.."well if it aint slick black....i knew you was ta be comin' this here a way..an i have ta tell ya it darn near was excitin'..bein' ya'll haven't been by ta see me in many crossin's a the moon..an here ya are.."...an bein' on the side a stunned it took a moment for me ta return them words an i say's...well ms. daisy may..how ya'll been...?" an that little cackle a laughter came spewin' forth an chilled the air an she say's...are ya askin' if it safe or are ya askin' if there is danger in your future..." an i say back.." well no actualy was just a straight up how ya'll doin'"..an then she speaks back.."well ya'll don't want ta know what is pinballin' all around in that there head a yours..like why is this all goin' on here at the swamp..nor how is it your kinfolk daisy may would be on the aquaintance side a aliens..or how did the other kin a yours gerome fit on in ta this...or what happens next??.." an with that closin' word..next..my body done froze..an i stared back at my very unique kinfolk an said in a faint whisper...."next?" an then that there cackle once on the again... an she replies......
Monday, February 23, 2009
ready..set ..ready ..wait...wait wait an wait...ya ready yet..
ready set ready wait.......as I was sittin with my alien hairdo friend..kindly sippin' on that there alien whiskey an ponderin' the getting' ready aspect a this here moment..an lookin at my suroundin's in that there lil' mini van..it was ta come ta me just how odd this here moment was..who woulda believed that ol'Slick was stuck inside a lil' ol'mini van an sippin' alien whiskey with a friend from the outer reaches a space..then I remembered my kinfolk an realized it woulda fallen right inta place with all of'em..in the particular that there Gerome...which brought him ta the fore front of the mind an it was ta make me turn ta my hairdo friend an ask once again bout ol' Gerome..an the alien hairdo was startin' a transmission of a sorts an as it was comin' across that mind wire, the world outside began ta explode into a bright blue glow an as it was occurin' ...that there alien hairdo started ta glow an as it has become such a common occurrence that it didn't even begin the phasin' a the mind.. but what did register was the 2 thoughts pinballin' in my head..1st. Was where the hell is that whiskey goin' and 2nd. Was the imparted brief words a my alien friend which was...ready...an then in a blue glow poof ..gone was the hairdo an in a flash..poof.. gone was that there lil'ol'mini van an then..there was ol' slick plopped on the earth the almighty felt the need ta create as a distraction from his daily tennis game..an then all a sorts a yellin' screamin' hootin' an a hollerin' an folk all a runnin' round in the circle an all..an then it hit upon me ta get it up an go..but where the hell was ol'betty an where the hell was that there boss man an where in the particular where them weapons an the lead that inhabited them weapons...so's I jumped in a manner consistent with slowness an started my search for ol'betty.. an as I was roundin' the corner a that there buildin', the site was ta be a bit much...there in the levitated state a goin on up ta space were a bunch a them criminal types...the looks on them faces...priceless..an I was in the state a watchin' when I heard me a voice soundin' like that there boss man..so's I turned into the voice an looked but couldn't quite place the position until I was ta look a little higher on up an saw ta my delight.. that there boss man all a encapsulated in blue ..as in glow..an floatin on up ta some where other than here...then off ta the left a me was another sight ta imprint nightmares inta my head..ol'betty was right next to a big ol' ship a some kind..an not the kind ta go to sea..but more on the line a space goin'..with the double back doors a the 40' movin' structure that like ta tail ol'betty where ever she done went..sprung wide open an appearin' ta show the structure ta be empty... an as I glanced in a nervous manner at the ship a space travel..them doors on that ship were closin' upon somethin' that was ta be lookin' like another worldly..an that was the nightmare..for ol'slick wasn't quite sure just what he saw..an then I was ta be thinkin'..was that what was in the 40' movin' structure a ol'betty the whole time..an if so..it would most surely explain the rule a not lookin' at it without the help a them special type glass's..an all's I could wish for at that time was ta never have ta view that sight again..shivers spent a fare amount a time travelin' down my spine ta rest at the bottom an makin' ol' slick feel very small on this here planet earth that the almighty put here as a playground for the aliens a the space around us..so's with that all goin' on..an the yellin' screamin' an the hootin' an a hollerin' still aboundin' but in the last throws a fadin'...i glanced an looked an sought out any sight which was ta be on the normal side an not findin' it decided ta get the hell outta there...an so started for ol'betty...an I was ta be getting' closer..comin'outta the dark was..............
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
well there be times..an there be times..an then....times.....
well there be times...an in this here tale sometimes appearin' more than a time or 2 but...this here time..well it spoke ta me in volumes a shot's an as that was what was appearin right afore me an fillin'
the lil' ol'mini van that was now actin' as my abode..it was as meant ta be as meant can be..so's with
nothin' but waitin' an watchin' ta do...well thats what i did..but when the final after was over an that alien hairdo was sittin' there ..if'n it could be called sittin'...more akin ta floatin' in an assumed alien hairdo siitin' position..it was after the tray a shot glass's was handed my way an a few if'n not more than.. hit the highway..if'n ya understand my meanin'...so's with a calmer nerve i looked at my guest and asked what was on my mind..."is this what ya'll had in mind a happenin' when ya'll sent me on this here caper a yours..me all trapped inside a this here lil'ol' mini van... an ol'betty in the wrongest a hands...an me in this here lil'ol' mini van..did i say that...??"...well..like i was gonna get a good hello or what but...i did begin ta understand in that alien way that it was kinda all part..well not all..but some and well...it wasn't in the way a addin' up ta much but i went on in the way a tryin' ta understand..an finally came ta the conclusion it weren't what they had done planned an that it was about ta be worked out an it was not in my way ta worry..an i must admit that after i had done, done me all a them shots..i wasn't in the way a worried...an just as i was set upon it bein' alright my alien hairdo friend was sendin' a lil' side note that when it was in action i had best be ready...ready..the thought crossed my mind but...ready...
so's it was upon me ta remember that one time when they had solved a lil' road blockage problem ol' betty an i had been witness to..an so ready..an just liken ta alien fashion...it was ta begin.....ready.... ready????
Monday, February 02, 2009
mind exhaustin' event unfolded .........a tribute ta space shows
..."ya'll move yerself away from that there cab at that truck an be keepin' them words all shut inside a yer mouth if'n ya wanna be utterin' another snide comment in yer worthless life..an be movin' on along with the boys here why we take care a what needs ta be takin' care of.."...an i was so badly wantin' ta make that snide comment but with the dead weight a lead pointin' in my direction bein' enough ta ring the overload bell at the weigh station , i was inclined ta remain in the silent mode for the moment an move in the criminal side steppin' dance a the caught an detained...but when the boss man yelled out...
"hey Jim Bob ya'll jump in that rig an move her so's we can get that load out.."..it was all i could do ta stop myself but words were escapin' an it was outta my control..after all it was ol'betty an it was ol'betty..after all..so's out came.."if ya'll hurt that....."the rest was drowned out by the explosive sound a hammer cockin' ...in what felt like a million or so weapons all bein' made ta pay me some attention an i was put ta quit in the rapid way weapons pointin' at ya will make one do...so's back ta movin' along with the boys... an hearin' ol'betty start on up an start ta pull away ta destinations unknown was left ta haunt me... an then me bein' in the headin' a that lil' ol van i was ta have seen on the way in.. an it was not ta my likin'..an as sure as bein put next ta the only sreamin' baby on a short run an a cheap airline that gets delayed...i was stuck inside a that lil' ol' van an that slidin' door did a slide bleedin' slide makin' for a lock down on ol'slick.. an it weren't good..facin' my deamons at that moment an then ponderin' upon the fate a ol'betty.. an wonderin' if'n i was ta ever see the ol' girl again ,nor the light a day for that there matter again..my mind was in the preoccupied mode when the next mind exhaustin' event unfolded like dirty laundry...that ol' in the familiar way blue glow was ta start ta appear an shed some alien light on the subject an for the first time i was ta be in the way a anxious ta be havin' a little chat with my friend from the other world...an in a tribute ta space shows every where... that there alien hairdo form was formin' ...an in the area a where some limb might be, the now sought after tray a alien whiskey was ta be formin' an.........
slicks recipe corner..
1 jug a my buddy Carlo Rossi's sangria
the boys in the band
a saturday night
a stage...
some kinfolk...
thats some fun...
Thursday, January 29, 2009
always with the smartest crowd you'll find me....
...it was liken ta a meetin' a the criminal human type..an the criminal alien type..all a these folk all standin' about like they was waitin' for the biggest thing in their lives ta take place... an it was feelin' like that in the cab a ol'betty, as we was pullin' inta the gatherin' a the oddest assortment a other worldly types.. an then them types all a gathered there..waitin' for ol'slick...off in the distance could be seen a glow about an i had ta ponder that meanin'...but with nothin' for there ta do.. ol'betty an i pulled on in ta what would appear as the pre-arranged parkin' spot ,an the urge ta bring her in with a world wide known 'slide bleedin' skid' was tryin ta take hold,the better of it was ta be...an with the at hand job it weren't ta be..as we were bringin' ol'betty ta a stop , i was ta notice that off ta one side a the building was a small lil' ol' van, an with no other vehicles presentin' themselves ta be seen, i was wonderin' just how all them folk had arrived at this here spot.. an if they was gonna be tryin' ta hitch a ride when this here caper was at the finish line..cause sure as i'm slick black truck drivin' man all a them weren't fittin' inta that lil' ol' van....but be it as it may.. there we was, an as i set ol'betty ta hold still, i jumped on down an went lookin' for what was ta be the boss man...an without enough seconds ta go by ta berth an alien from a cow..the boss man said in that boss man voice ..
"hey' you slick black....." always with the smartest crowd you'll find me...an i was ta say back...
"who the hell else...i mean mr. boss man ya best hope it is cause if it aint then we all in trouble or i'm some lost truck drivin' man who just happened here at this here exact moment a time that the almighty provided for me ta be surrounded by the brightest a his inventions..so ya thats me..now i need a cup so can we get this show on the road..."
well i don't quite recollect at which a them words were the cause a every weapon that could be held by as many hands bein' pulled out an cocked.. but they was all pointin' in the direction a me.. an for a man a peace, i was ponderin' just how many times a late that weapons were lookin' in my direction..an it was addin' up..but it was certain i had gone over some line in the i offend the criminal type guide book an it was evident that the boss man weren't in the way a friendly cause he looked at me with them criminal boss man type eye's an said....
Sunday, January 18, 2009
it aint safe ta go past the house a ol'Daisy may..unless it be very fast..
..with bout 6 verse's a patsy in my head runnin' me all about in circles....the next few moments in time in which i was ta continue down the macadam towards the finish line,was a pleasant journey inta that world..an as ol'betty was ta make me awares the exit was a comin' soon..the exit that would be takin' us inta some familiar ground an in the swampy way...for as that note passed ta me by that there mob boss man, whist in the act a runnin' each of us down in the hallway,in the hurried escape from the well hidden hideaway, was ta state... this was the exit.. but it was previously known ta ol'Slick an the fact a that,an the fact that everyone involved in this would a known that as well..was what one would call an irony...so's with a bit a forbodin' i went inta the swamp an headed off ta what must be some kinda a off loadin' dock in which this cargo,which has ta be observed with them special glass's, could be gotten out of the back a ol'betty asap...an i was ta mean ASAP...but as in life..like when ya hear that one song an it takes ya right back ta the time...or liken ta this in which a spot or place or seein' a tree that has a meanin', brings up that in which ya didn't want...this was the case here..so with ol'betty drivin' down memory lane..it was ta be makin' me ponder that fateful day in which certain kinfolk that were once tall are now really tiny ..an the potent effects a voodoo in the hands a them that know how to use it..an then when was the last time ol'betty had been drivin' this way.. an why was this ta be the place..of all places..so with all that in mind ..i went for the back up shot a whiskey.. always on the ready in the tiny bar that ol'betty lets me keep...an as that liquid went down.. my resolve went up an within the next few moments spent on this here earth i was findin' myself actually drivin' past that particular bit a swamp that housed ol'Daisy May....it was on ta many crossin's a the moon that had passed since ol'Slick had been this way..it weren't like the welcome mat would be brought in off the porch...but the visit would never leave ya for a long time..an as it were.. it wasn't the stop in which i.was drivin' to..thankin' the almighty who had the sense ta build a place in which us folk could drop off all a our change into those change collection bowls...so with the tip a the hat ol'betty an i slid past that ol' house a Daisy May, an went down a stretch an located the turn off an turned off.... an as i was ta be pullin' in, reached on down an found my friendly greetin' pal an placed him on the spot reserved for just that.. an as i was makin' the approach......
slicks recipe corner..
1 very large stew pot..
fill with a bit a cajun sauce an some spice
toss in the tail a the gator..
simmer for a spell...
invite a few kin....
man.........thats livin'
Thursday, January 08, 2009
at least in my way a thinkin’ there weren’t no killin’...
...well after that an enough whiskey ta blind a man what the hell coulda been more than on the weird side a life if'n that aint it...i was ta be keepin' in close contact with that there rear viewin device an so far not a thing was ta be seen followin' me in a mad dash at shootin' the tires off an stoppin this here truck an arrestin my truck drivin' rear of the end for that lil' experience..but so far so good...still over the side rear quarter of ol' betty was the voluminus hugeness an i was put ta wonderin' how they was ta have performed such a feat an if'n the memories a them fine men an women a the highway patrol had done been exfoliated an then a course the thought did pinball against a few rails in the head a this truck drivin' man an was wonderin' if all them blackouts was real or just some kinda alien thought wash an well hell with that thought in mind i was ta feel just a bit better bout them experiences an such..maybe just maybe....but with my huge friend back up side there it was with just a bit more confidence the next few 30,000 miles in which i was ta be feelin' there was left..when in the fact a things it was just a hop skip n jump from where i was ta be landin' an so's with an interest in the world outside a the cab a ol'betty i was bent ta the radio an the airwave of the talkin kind ta find me some news...all inta dilalin' in the station i was ta run across a news bite a sound an ta my ears this here flash was spilt.."highway patrol has reported the sighting of a runaway truck that has broken through the roadblock the highway patrol set up to capture the escaped murderer from the state prison..the truck then seemed to vanish and the highway patrol is asking people if you are to see it please report the location to the local law enforcement..here is description of the truck..a white 1967 freightliner with a silver tanker trailer....thank you and back to your local station"...man....man are them aliens good..........a freightliner no doubt...that there is justice...damn freightliners....ha....an then on the top a that a murderer..that musta been that there guy who tried an failed in the takin' a ol' betty..an then all a floatin' up ta the lounge....we was ta ponder that....aliens did have kin in the types that are on the edge a the illegal way...but the doubt would rest on the side a them not takin ta murderin' type a folk...but they did know gerome...an daisy may an well...at least in my way a thinkin' i never really did see no direct killin' by gerome nor that a ol daisy may neither...an maybe them aliens take that kind an well...redistribute the way a thinkin' inta the way a right..ok...that be the way of it as it makes for that nice end..so's here a toast ta the aliens who are on the smart side a the room..whiles we are still lookin ta get across that line..an as ol'slick was startin ta get all positive the journey at hand was ta present itself an insert a new chapter an as i was ta approach my destination it was a sense a awareness that captured my mood...
Sunday, January 04, 2009
3:55 PM
2nd floor truck avoiding and houseware
...that there reflection a voluminus hugeness went ta be shootin' forward a ol'betty an as i was ta start fearin serious alien distruction up ahead..as i done knew they was watchin the scene explode down there on earth as i knew they was sent ta watch the progress a this here truck drivin' man an then i was ta be worrin' that them highway patrol men an women might end up becomin' encapsulated in a blue glow an sent on up for a shot a whiskey or some serious alien probin' an so some small sense for their safety was ta be present an as i was still all lookin' thru them long distance focusin' devices the sight i was done about ta witness sent a permanate scare ta be sliced across the psyche....as ol'betty was still travelin in that direction an the distance was closin as it does when one is highballin' an makin' no attempt ta slow the forward progression..the enivitable crash an burn a runnin' into 9 seriously wounded from bad drivin' technic highway patrol vehicles that still are made a highway patrol vehicle metal was not ta end pleasantly..an so now plannin' my grave stone an what ya should say bout the last days of a truck drivin' man..an still glancin' forward an seein' them men an women a the highway patrol all a waggin' them guns at me..once again..it was almost ta be in my thought ta not even attempt ta slow an say a fond farewell ta this life but the next thing i was ta be thinkin' was not ta be my words but those of an alien nature an they was say...no no you will not...an then right in the very front a my eyes all a them 9 seriously wounded from bad drivin' technic highway patrol vehicles an them fine men an women a the highway patrol all started become elevatin' inta the air kinda like the ground they was standin on was ta become an elevator an they was goin' up ta the next floor..an bein' that i was still transfixed upon them guns in them round viewin ports i was able ta be lookin' at them faces an they was all a lookin' like there was nothin' at all goin on instead a seein' ol'betty ready ta smash their highway patrol bodies inta roadkill an i was on the anxious side as we was approachin' but the closer we was the higher them folk on that there invisible elevator an just about smash time they was above us an we went zoomin' under their neath an whooshed on out the backside an as the rearviewin device was ta be showin' it was now goin' on down...an ol'betty kept on rollin an with the voluminus hugeness along side for the ride.. all i could do was tip the hat have a shot an put patsy back on....crazy..crazy for feelin'...
3:53 PM
long distance focusin’ devices w/ round viewin’ ports...
...feelin other worldly an also a tad bit on the bein' uncomfortable side with a shadow the size assimulatin' ta a very large sea goin' vessel shall we be a sayin' an hoverin' like there was no such limitation an the like...an seemin' ta be attached with some kinda invisible line ta ol' betty cause as i was toyin' with it all an speedin' up an slowin' on down just a hair it would be seemin' ta appear it was ta be doin' the same..and it was....so's in an effort ta control myself i was ta set my mind ta auto an listen on in ta some patsy an the only tune seemin' in the appropriate was 'crazy' an so there it was..an so there it was...hoverin'..ol'betty cruisin' an the dark road a the well hidden showin' no signs a exposure an so we kept on ol' betty an me an was roundin out a corner in which the pre plotted course was advisin' a side slant an so we done took it with out the touchin a the gear shiftin' device went on down another dark trail inta the night.....after spendin a second or so brewin' a cup a jo an checkin' the forward progress..i was ta notice it was gettin ta be a bright glow on the fore comin' horizon as dawn was ta be in process a showin' itself ta those who cared an forcin' itself on those that would rather it stay away..an as it was ta make ol'betty even more visible ta the naked eye an we was not ta be stoppin' it an then it was ta occur ta me that maybe my voluminus shadow may wanna be hidin 'itself from the eyes a the rest a the world.... an well.. maybe not as i was ta glance aft an see it reflectin' loomin' large upon the earth that the almighty put here ta let aliens invade..an all i could be a doin' was drive..cause thats my job an well at that point it weren't in the cards for me ta be doin' anything else so drive i did an bein followed i was an as the road peeled out in front a me liken ta the red carpet i was set ta calculate my position in relation ta the end an found i was ta be arrivin' in the future that was ta be not far off an that was ta set some nerves inta action an as i was debatin the best way on in it was bein' brought inta focus that the well hidden backroad a the well hidden may have been discovered cause as sure as hell don't sell ice cream there was a gaggle a highway patrol vehicles a crossin' the road in which we was needin' ta travel upon an it was appearin they were ta be havin a different notion as ta that ..an so settin' betty on cruise for just a sec..i grabbed me some long distance focusin' devices ta my eye's an in them lil' round viewin' ports i was ta be lookin at the face a my ol buddy..mr boss highway patrol man...an figurin' it all ta be of over now with no visible sign sayin 'this here way out' i was decidin' my new prison name when........
10:49 AM
a wink in the ol’moons eye.....
..well just a swishin' thru that dark well hidden backroad..ol' betty was doin' her job just as she would...in fine style an grace as only a brand new 1967 peterbilt with the fastest bright red flame impregnated paint job with tiny bits a metal an real flame all a trapped inside could be a doin'...the moon was ta be seen with a wink in her eye an doin a hide an seek with the grey clouds all a floatin' cross that midnight sky....an with the wimdow down an the night air filterin in it was ta be makin' me feel that this affair might just have as much chance a workin' as prayin ta get into the holy land all a promised at the end a the life the almighty made us trudge thru an then get ta walk upon them streets a gold...gold....still with a ways ahead a me it wasn't ta be in the relaxed state a mind that would prove the most functional an so's with a deep breath a determination my mind was ta be put back to the task at hand..an so back ta the map a criminal back roads i plotted the course ta my final destination an plugged it in for the finish...an then pondered upon that which may have been on the outside lookin in an was brought to a stunnin' shock a missed thoughts an in the haze a the electrical current done created brought up ta the fore front them cb radio calls from that other kinfolk a mine an we refer ta them as them outlaw clan an was just a wonderin' what kinda thoughts might be movin' thru his head when he was waitin' for days for ol'slick ta show an i calmed my ponderance by realizin' he'd probably rob the place after sittin' a spell an then do what ever them types do after commitin' the act of that there profession...anit sayin' it's right but at least he be employed...an after all that just let it go....peerin' back at the ol'moon i was ta be findin' myself a driftin' inta a nether region gazin upwards an outta the corner a my eye i was ta be seein' a weird shape reflectin' in the clouds an appearin' ta be movin' at darn near the exact rate a ol'betty there an there an then i realized we aint never alone........
Friday, January 02, 2009
the slick past a ol’Slick Black an how he came ta be
this here page is kinda about Slick Black but ..
so here tell a little a history bout how in the way side a hell's truck stop did Slick Black come ta be an who the hell is he any ol'way....well lets start bout half way thru when ol' Slick first done learned some things bout his self an where the hell he came from....Slick Black done learned the art a livin' on the road with his daddy the travelin' sales man all a sellin' brooms an the like an all a sunder a product that them out in them back country roads an byways be a needin'...an after the travelin a many moons cross the night sky ol'Slick was once agin left by his papa...though this here time there was some sorta trade but ta this day the revealin' a that there trade has never surfaced amongst the truth's ta be told..but as it were the trade an all bein done ol' Slick settled down ta the job a indentured servitude in a remote truck stop so far off the beaten path there were no path at all...but bein' it were still a truck stop an on the occasion a irregular some poor lost truck drivin' man would arrive at the pumps..well me an my new pa or as he was fond a bein called..mr big pa boss...an so's if i was ta want some form a food that were the name called out...but ol pa never did beat me an by way a some weird way a the world some way imparted a bit a knowin' in the way a truckin' an when that lost truck drivin' man would wonder in ol' mr big pa boss would take me on out ta hear the conversin' goin' on an the tales a the road an how the life of a truck drivn' man was as glorious as well..bein' a movie star or somethin'..but it done planted a notion inta the head and left it there just a festerin into a plan a some kind...when more than a few a them moons had done its fare share a travelin' ol' slick was advancin inta bein an he was one day a conversin' with one a them truck drivin' men an that there drivin' man was tellin'ol'slick a tale an spreadin a little travelin dust over the head a Slick an was relatin his experience a stoppin' at betty's ,a infamous truck stop known ta only the best a the truck drivin' clan, an that tale grew roots an stuck hard ta the brain pan an that there was it..one day durin that period ol'Slick was gettin' up ta do his chores an when he done called out ta pa no answer was ta be forthcomin' an then he went ta investigate an found pa slumped over his easy chair recliner all of dead..then as ol' slick was a ponderin' that the doorchime chimed an as ol' Slick opened the door his life as it were was none of the same for ever more..cause a standin' there was ta be his mama an some kinfolk an ol'Slick was ta be movin' down ta the swamp with all of'em...it was durin' this time that ol'Slick met Daisy may..an that was before she done went inta hidin' in that there swamp...reason bein' told was bout some killin' an all but kin are kin an it best not ta cross the path a ol'Daisy may...an a course the rest a the clan..that there outlaw family on my ma's pa's sister's brothers side...then that there gamblin man who is the cousin a ma's 5th removed sisters aunt an uncle...then a course the uncle man who was talked inta a expedition inta the bushland with his family ta see wild creatures..then pa's ma's sisters brothers cousin's son tiny who was once as tall as a man but now a days can't see over a boot bein 6" tall an all..then one a the distant nephew's a ma's daughter's sisters sons ma was one mexico bob who done a bit a smugglin..(and taught ol'Slick a few tricks as ta boardin a movin' 40' stucture an he said ta ol'slick "ya never know if'n when this might apply..)then Slick's sisters brother who ended up in New york city livin' large in his condo..then ma's sons daughter by pa's pa was some kinda a rock star an all...we's so proud ..an ya can't be goin' off with not the mention a pa 'son's brothers ma's son by pa's ma ..that grifter man who couldn't quite master his own grift... then the most a scary kinfolk ol gerome an we don't know nothin' an not admittin' it none the same if'n ya please thank you....so's ol' Slick education was ta be broad an expansive in the ways a the underworld an though ta the shock a most ta this here day ol'Slick has done nothin that has crossed the edge into the vagueness a the illegal..albeit a questionable act may have occurred but no one was hurt an aint that the most of a important..but with that there teachin in his head an the wanderlust growin' daily it weren't ta be long fore ol'Slick headed out ta make his mark an landin in FLA. fell off the wagon a single hood an married what he was ta be thinkin' the final an'all...an so's after a small brood startin' ta develop life was takin a course an one night whilst out at a pizza all ya can eat place an after the 15th trip for more a them pepperoni slices the lil' woman was a passin the counter there with some a them match books a waitin ta be takin' an any thing free goes inta her pockets an as we was washin' that pizza on down with some suds she pulls out this match book an starts ta be lookin at the cover then at ol'slick an then at the cover then back ta ol'slick an then back ta the cover an as it was ta continue less ol'Slick was ta end it an he did an was ta step in an he said what the...an she said" Slick if'n ya wanna be my man i be thinkin' ya need ta look liken ta this" an she hands ol'slick the matchbook with a picture on this matchbook cover an there was this rather attractive man with them eroupean finely chiseled features an he was kinda lookin like ol'slick with his handsomeness an all an he was sportin a Peterbilt hat an wearin a pair a them there reflective type a sunglass's only truck drivn' men are allowed ta wear... an in them reflective type a sunglass's what was reflcectin back was the word adventure....an he was advertisin' for a school a truck drivin' an it done said..."ever have wunderlust an a weird name an wanna be somethin' other than what ya are ..then truck drivin is for you.."....an it all came a floodin' back in like a broken plumbin pipe a burstin'''an at that there moment Slick Black truck drivin' man became Slick Black truck drivin' man..so's after they done went home ol'Slick called them folk an with a small deposit took the test over the phone an passed an got his truck drivin' man certificate that very moment without ever done drivin' but they done convinced him it was all proper an such.an so he accepted that fact an the very next mornin' purchased his rig..a brand new 1967 Peterbilt added that there 40' highly polished movin' structure an married it ta the rear an then went ta the sign place an had'em paint Ol'Betty on that there door..as named for that there tale a long ago an by noon was on the road with his first load an hasn't been home since..now since then his brood grew ta 17 an that always confused ol'Slick as ta how that could be a happenin' whist he was on the road but the lil'woman done convinced him an he's been sendin' checks ever since...that was nigh onta 16 years ago an with alot a lil'slick's left along the way an with a whole host a tales ta tell..now curently embroiled in yet another adventure it seams the life a the long haul truck drivin' man is just what ol'Slick was told way back when...so's thats it......an that is Slick Black truck drivin' man....
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