Wednesday, November 24, 2010

lookin' ta see if it should go on...i mean come on.........

it's been a spell since i dropped a note at this site bout things........i'll go on with it all if'n there is a reason...kinda like why are we here or whats for dinner...or should i buy these or those...the serious questions in life that i spend time ponderin'...so heres one...if any one out there in cyber space is havin' fun readin' this crap then it'll continue ..if not ...well my fingers hurt any way....love all a ya who have tried ta read an enjoy this run a stories....C ya...an thanks...
peace ta a world in turmoil...

Slick Black truck drivin' man......l



Friday, October 22, 2010

a congregation a alien hairdo's it seemed......

well the first part a the plan was me wakin' up in that ol' favorite a mine the alien lounge..which woulda meant that I was on that there ship...was it the one that had landed in the mexican night carryin' that there ol'betty in the flesh/alien hairdo ..or kinda like maybe the mother ship floatin' above it all,just takin' it all in the way the alien folk must do..take it all in..i wonder if they have a tee time with the almighty who saw fit ta put alien hairdo's all about ta confuse us even more..it had my favorite divan there that i was loungin' on just like the first time i was here..it was hard ta tell they could all look alike...but either way what was ta be for sure was a well stocked bar with that ol'favorite a mine...whiskey...a the alien vintage..an just like before in a deja vu moment the door whooshed open an in popped or as they do, floated,the none other than the alien hairdo/ol'betty in the flesh..well how was I ta have known they all look alike...i mean my exposure has been on the short side a limited an so's how was I ta know....but I should a because when the new,shall we say alien hairdo whooshed in or as they do floated,it musta been inside my head ,as they do, cause when I thought/said “hey betty”, the reaction was not of the same experienced by the interaction between ol'betty in the flesh/alien hairdo an myself at the best a times....but the snubbed reply was left with the leavin' ta get some whiskey,an so's it did,an a tray a whiskey appeared..ta my relief an it seems it's also as it whooshed right back out that door in a rush a hairdo..payin' it no more mind I settled in ta the task a drinkin' an this I did..well after a spell the door whooshed open,an kinda like my head sat empty for a moment until in floated a congregation it seemed a alien hairdo's ...exactly lookin' alike the same blue glow..an tryin' as I might i couldn't keep my alien whiskey soaked brain from thinkin' "well hell,how the hell how am i ever gonna be able ta tell'em all apart...?"an as sure as i'm Slick Black.. they all turned my way an in a swarm a noise the like unheard before came rushin inta my head... an it was spinnin' this way an that,an was not in the way at all a makin' sense but the general drift was there an i shouted out in the kings english...."ENOUGH"...an silence rang abound...i appologized profusely and over again at that an it seemed ta settle the mood...then i was thinkin' "how honored i was ta be among so many where it was assumed only one once was...an they glowed bluer over that, an then it was down ta buisness an that buisness was mexico bob......an my respect begrudgingly grew a bit for thinkin' a whole alien race had been pissed off by mexico bob..an then they was thinkin' enough at gettin' back at him ta track him ta right here on the round ball the almighty saw fit ta adorn the night sky with......an as i was thinkin' this ,the way those folk do,it was interjected inta my head that mexico bob wasn't...well...of earth....an like the sun crestin the bluff ta shine upon the little village tucked away under the lee...it all hit home...............................................kinda...............



Thursday, August 19, 2010

I'm a comin' home baby...put on them nice little....
pair a gator boots an stomp all a over me.........man a the oh man........ol' Slick here, been gone me a long time ..well hell it feels like that side a far gone...but I'm a home now an well i'm glad ta be....so's we continue on that dusty trail a life following the exploits an tales a them all....

Mexico bob.....ol'Betty in the flesh an ol'slick...all together bein' tossed about like lil' rag dolls in one a them drums they use ta mix up numbers an such for the drawin' at the local fair....there we was bein thrown sideways this an sideways that...the crank handle bein' turned by some big ol' blue glow an laughter of the outta this kinda worldy type.....as I saw the lil ol' slick rag doll bouncin' off the metal screen that was holdin' all us in,I kept a thinkin' why it was that I was in the way of feelin' no pain...an as I was starin' I saw the mouth a the lil ol' slick ragdoll start ta say somethin'..i kept tryin' ta hear it but it just wasn't comin'..an the more I strained ta hear an the more the lil ol'slick ragdoll tried ta scream louder the less I could comprehend...i was screamin..”what...what what are you sayin'...” an just as the lil ol'slick ragdoll was finally about ta tell me, I was abruptly shaken awake by olBetty in the flesh....”christ what the hell ya'd do that for god damn it.....jesus...damn...hell woman...damn...god damn it...jesus...” ol'Betty in the flesh was just starin' with that damn look...”you was screamin' an I thought ya'll might wanna be this side a awake....don't gotta yell at me...damn it man....”....”alright alright i'm in the way a sorry for blastin' the top off..how long was I out hour os so...?”.....she started laughin' at that..an said..”hell slick you was out no more'n a minute or 2...”...”no way I had ta a been out for longer..sure as hell felt that way..”...”honest ta god slick wasn't no more than a minute...”..well that confused the hell outta me but what was I ta do....”so where was we in our lil'talk”...ol'Betty in the flesh looked at me in that way once again an I knew I was in for it..”well mexico bob is ta meet up with us here in the future comin' near an I wanna explain the whole thing bout meetin with mexico bob an all....truth was we was usin' him in the way a re-payin' a debt he incured ta us a way back an was tryin' ta swindle his way outta it...”...an I spewed out without thinkin' or tryin' ta stop it...”figures”...ol'Betty in the flesh just stared an went back on..”well he did an so's we had'em on this trip..now his sayin' it was him bringin' you in on this weren't the way of it..it was my idea an mine ta have him thinkin' it was his..but we needed him an now we don't so's he's comin' down here ta get his due an well knowin' ya'll as I do was thinkin' he could settle his score with ya'll as well an we can be a help in that way....” I kinda liked that idea a makin' Mexico bob finally pay without no chance a dodgin' me this time...he wouldn't think a a double double cross on me an my alien hairo friend/ol'Betty in the flesh...but it were mexico in the after all...so I said” ok i'm fine with this ....... an so the alien told me the plan an what I had ta do.........



Wednesday, May 12, 2010

mean an ugly lookin' an had himself a strange name..

...it was on one a them nights when every pool ball falls in the pocket an all the songs ya want are bein' played by some one else an every card bein' dealt is the right one..the whiskey is fine an flowin' an the way a doin' things is set before ya like a map a the road...i'd just dropped a load a goods for them that needed them an I was washin' down the miles with a lil' shot or two when the night took a fire to it that burns even still ta the day I live in at the present...i was sittin' sippin' an playin' the fine hand a cards the almighty saw fit ta put here for me ta use for the art a gamblin'.,an I was winnin'...an playin' against a few qualified in the game, an a few that ..well ,weren't quite as skilled..shall I say..one a them that could was kinda mean an ugly lookin' an had himself a strange name..said it was Mexico Bob...well I paid it no mind an concentrated on my game..the night was wearin' down an we was losin' the light hearted players an grindin' the others a might bit an it was leavin' this Mexico bob fella an myself at the last a it...well the bettin' pot was getting large an some folk were startin ta take a notice an the mermerin' was startin'..well it saeamed ta have an effect on my friend..maybe the spotlight was to much or the ham in'em took over but he started ta get a bit boisterous an it was takin' a toll on his concentration an gave me the spot I needed...i then raised him an then he stopped cold..he had maybe lost track a his head or thought a different thought than was needed at that time but bottom line was he ended up short...an with a crowd an his bravado in high swing took a turn for the unsavory an in a voice reserved for a politician loudly stated..”whats goin' on here???you tryin' ta cheat me...”..well it was obvious it weren't the case but with a charge like that leveled upon ya it was in high drama no matter..an I have ta say at this time ,unbelieveable even ta myself,i sat there calm as can be..knowin' in the full well I was in the right an kinda lookin' forward ta the outcome..well the crowd was in for it an they was split amongst themselves...not havin' any idea at all either way..but spoilin' for a fight..it was friday night after all..but as I sat there a strange notion came over me..i coulda boiled this here mexico bob or I could do the right neighborly thing an fix it..an maybe put this here hombre in my debt..so's I said..”would ya'll like ta repeat that a lil'closer..'...well he stood up readin' the situation as bein' on the side a bad an leaned on in an I said..”look ya'll can escape this by lettin' it settle in the dust between us 2 or I can kill ya right here an now..an trust me friend I will...” well I wouldn't have but he didn't know it, an so he backed up a bit an said in a thunder..”look here mister i'm gonna let it slide an all bein' you aint from here but...”an with that he sat back down..i sat back down..he took a shot..i took a shot..he got up ta leave..i got up to leave..he left....i left...didn't see that mexico bob again for monthes an thats another story....



Thursday, March 25, 2010

beautiful glowin' fresh clean night filled with the tinge a sage brush

...electric was the air...filled with wonder,the mexican landscape flush with a beautiful glowin' fresh clean night filled with the tinge a sage brush an the scent a the foriegn all about it...i was sittin' on the edge a some kinda mental cliff an the lil'slicker was a tuggin' back at me..an i waas seein' ol'betty in the flesh an it was hittin' pretty hard that she was comin' from the same place that my alien hairdo friend had just done inhabited..an that said alien hairdo was not in sight...now the sense an wonder was spreadin' about the village an the sight was ..well a sight not to say less..the lil'ones a the village were runnin' all about the recently parked space vessel..none a the space vessel peoples were about an i had ta wonder even if it was in the likely hood a me ever seein' any other than my hairdo friend ...which popped that back inta focus an as i did, i saw ol'betty in the flesh a standin' right there next ta me an sayin' a big howdy ta the lil'slicker all friendly an sorts...well comin' out i was ta be lookin' at ol'betty in the flesh with what musta been a gappin' mouth as ol'betty in the fleash started that laugh a hers an say's..."well slick it is a spell a time since i seen that look a amazment so vivid on that mug a yours...
why so shy...." ...an i tried ta speak an the wordage was sittin in the loadin' dock a my mouth ready..just ready ta spew forth with a flurry a questions an as i tried aint nothin' comin' out was the result...ol'betty in the flesh seein' this was amused ta say in the least an it beguiled me ta be enchanted by it all..she was a looker after all an quite a fireball...like a wild one on the loose with the winnin' hand..but so as it was not a word would spill..ol'betty had that look on her face a resolve an said.."slick it's time ta talk a bit...now ya'll don't seam ta be able ta speak an that serves well for this speach all a buildin' up..now if'n ya let me i will tell ya a few things i be in the way a thinkin' ya might what ta know...1st an of the foremost for ya is the knowin' that the lil'one ya'll know now as the lil'slicker...why she be of the two a us...thats right she is ours an theres a few more but the biggest ya need now is..well that friend ya'll have had as a passenger with the blue glow an all..well....it was me.......



Tuesday, March 16, 2010


mexico bob an ol'betty in the flesh...

...well as shiny as the moon..yet the moon it weren't...no droppin' from the sky just the same path as the moon aught ta be but moon it weren't...no...no it was a friend from above as my newly aquired earth bound friend right here next ta me an the lil'slicker had said was of his acquaintance..so as the sun fell so did the shiny object an with the help a sangria we all waited with not a baited breath...the rest of the village seemed ta pay no mind ta the shiny object decendin' on their playground an it was in the opposite i was ta be seein' as it appeared they was wavin'..well old home week...an so my mind flashed ta my alien hairdo friend an companion of several days worth of adventures...an the said whereabouts a said hairdo..an so progressed the landin' an with it the familiar blue glow off in the distance,in the proximity ta ol'betty..but as we was in the familiar I paid it no mind.....lil'slicker was calm as can be an my wonderin' about her an all was ta still be pinballin' in a so ever feveriously erratic way...but all was well seemin'...an then my mind froze upon a thought like hawk...where the hell was bob.....mexico bob...an ol'betty a the flesh..ya an the rest a them hooligans...my hopin' was layin' like in the abducted fashion, an held ta a lil'ol torture...ah hell not really ..bob an me,we went way on back an it wasn't all in the bad..an there was a time when ol'betty in the flesh an I had a spell a right fun...an that thing...the thing...aint there always a thing a some kind..well ol'betty an me had them,an so's well I did miss her an all...an if'n the lil'slicker was a part a that fun ..soon ta be discovered for the real...then it weren't all in the bad zone...an as I was thinkin' all kindly bout her an all..an as the shiny object reached a point ta settle on, an the doors were ta be in the act a opening an all...an as the lil'slicker made the ever so slight move a closer ta me I could feel the tiniest bit a nervous shakin' an all...an as I was a takin' it all in a shadow caught my eye from the side a the perriferal an all...an as this was so,so appeared ol'betty in the flesh right outta nowhere ..alone with out bob an alone an right from the same spot as my alien hairdo an at which was also nowhere in sight...an the impact.............on that.................was........well.......



Saturday, March 13, 2010

time had crawled slowly over ta a chair an took a break.....

....what a nice little hidden grove a peace all out here in the wilds a mexico...an I kinda fell into a spell an felt no harm was ta come my way..which in this here life a truck drivin' an deliverin' things ta those that be in the need a said things delivered,has a lack of..but this was ta be hittin a different course .the gentleman holdin' down the seat next ta me who had said his piece was not in the way a botherin my peace an so's there I sat...while a spell had spent in the manner so spoke...it was appearin' that the sense a time had crawled slowly over ta a chair an took a break..well deserved...but knowin' that life is tickin' away some other than here place, well I felt the need ta ,say,break the ice once again an asked my host a query...”so my friend why is it that one such as yourself was in the way of expectin' the likes a me an my
ol'betty”....a slight chuckle exuded forth from my friend and he asked...”you say ol'betty?is that your little one that is amongst our children? “...an now it was my turn for the chuckle an says..”no no no..that be the 1967 peterbilt you see parked there...the lil'one there why...thats...uh..lil'slicker...as a far as i'm in the know that is....”..an so's a slight interlude fell upon us an then again pressin' forward I say's “so about us bein' here an all...?'...my friend turned his attention my way an says, as sure as i'm slick black truck drivin' man...,he says..”i was visited by our friend from the skies an told to be aware of this fortold arrival...”...an then it all hit like a freight train slammin' inta a brick wall at the speed a light....was this the way a the world now....an as sure as i'm slick black truck drivin' man the answer was yes....why hell what else could I do...it was me an i it...so's I said....” so what is the plan ta be an all...”...an just as he was ta start down that road the lil'slicker came appearin' out a the nowhere an slams down right in front an from that point..time took a snooze an we just sat there as the mexican sun was on the wane...sangria appeared an we drank ta the sun an the very large object that was droppin from the sky........



Tuesday, March 02, 2010

without a chaperone 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..........



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.................