Tuesday, December 30, 2008

everybody needs a good broom....

....first to ya'all who have spent some time with this here truck drivin' man an put up with them tales a yonder an the perils a professional truck drivin' man must face..i wanna be sayin' ya'all be havin a year ahead that is..well..as smooth as high ballin' down fresh asphalt with a fresh tune up in your rig......an as a lil' break from the road ol'slick needs ta pay respect ta the day he was in conceived.... that bein' the turn a the year an then ta the ma who done berthed me an then set me on my way so's to speak...well ....that was ta be puttin' me on a short spell travelin' with my new pa on his travelin sales route all a sellin' brooms an tradin' in the every day trade a life in general..i learned me some things along the way which had done some preparin' for the experience a meetin an alien as bein' one..an knowin' the road as home an that ya can always use a good broom..amongst other invaluable tid bits a knowledge..them bein' the ones that made ol' slick whom he ta be....
so's ta ya'all merry travlin' an be watchin' out for ol'betty ta come cruisin on thru lookin' upon ya for a cuppa jo...an maybe a hideout in case..........

slicks recipe corner

the ol' moon on high...
your sweetie...
bottle a bubbly...
strike a midnight on the new year...
toast love...
wipe the slate clean...
drink an dance the night away...



Thursday, December 18, 2008

well hidden getaways for the criminally inclined.......

Well with my head buried inta the wheel a ol'betty an still all a highballin' an flyin' down that backroad macadam an tryin' my hardest ta get as far away from the last place we was an then continue on that path a the hidden backroad stealth we was tryin for an stay that a way for awhile..durin' this event the mind was in a frenzied pinballin' a thought's an I was bound ta let it run it's course an pop on out the finish an present me with some sorta clue...while patsy was in continuance an the mind was reelin' I put ta set ol'betty on cruise control an sat back an reached on back inta the sleeper there an started ta brew some jo ta help in the easement a the situation an ta help in the reproppin a my eye lids inta the wide open position as opposed ta the semi closed position they now inhabited..one thing that was plain as the sun at high noon when ya are takin' ta robbin a bank..was that the life time clock a tickin' minutes away in the life a this here truck drivin' man were done filled ta the brim... cause in the shortest period a time since when the almighty sped up time ta create them 70 million year old rocks an did it in 4000 years instead...many things had takin' place an it was quick ta wit....an so's as the jo was good ta go I pulled out the map wth the tittle 'the well hidden backroad getaways that are in the need from time ta time for the criminal element “ an this bein' one a them times..refered ta where I was an where I was ta be goin' an laid out a play...it meant I had me some highly expertise gear shiftin' comin' along an as the prepared bag was wearin' off the jo was comin' on duty an ol'betty was flyin' on...an at times such as these here were...why it was not ta be acquired better....with the fine tunin' a the 367 horse's under the hood up front a pullin along that shiny 40' movin' structure now filled with some form a alien cargo that them there gamblin' mob types are in kahoots with the handlin' of...an my ol'betty now a haulin' it an the fate a that kinfolk a mine who can't keep his dice in his pants an gerome...gerome...who's this gerome...no no that won't do ta be pullin' out some notion until the process's a deduction were all in place..so back ta the simple aspect a drivin' I applied the turn indicatin' device an left upon the right turn ta the even more hidden backroads for the idea a havin them reckless or shall we say not in the full field a experienced drivin' a them highway patrol vehicles all a surroundin' my rig again with guns all a waggin'...so's thru the dark a night with just the runner's a glow ol'betty was ta barely be seen navigatin' the well hidden backroads a the well hidden.......


slicks recipe corner...
old sailors rum...
milk,eggs,
fryin' pan
apple juice...heated
mix rum into apple juice drink
scramble some eggs...
sail off into the distance...
merry merry.............................................................................................



Tuesday, December 16, 2008

high ballin’ mad dashin’ frenzied gear thrashin’ speed shiftin’

....that rude an loud invention a man the loudspeaker...given them highway patrol men an women a voice bigger than that which the almighty gave to'em ta hand out speedin' tickets an lecture upon the right a doin' right with..an thru that there invention was a voice spewin' these words in such a manner as to which i did not respond well to but in the light a so many guns upon the hands a young ones inexperienced in the way a control i decided ta hear it and it was a sayin' "don't move we've got you surrounded".....man the times i was ta be wishin' for just a stab a brightness in the direction a intelligence in the law enforcement community it wasn't ta be...i mean i could understand the statement if'n they figured i was dumb blind but with 10 highway patrol vehicles all around me an such with them lights just a flashin' very bright red an sirens an loudspeakers a spewin information an such..it would a been hell bent on hard ta miss....so's in order ta sustain another hour or two a life i didn't move...not one tiny little bit..in any way...an then in another dive into the pool a brightness the next statement ta be flyin' out a that there speaker was..."raise your hands and get out slowly"...an then it was my turn an i yelled out..cause aint no one say a thing bout not talkin..."but if i do that i might have ta be movin'..."...knowin' full well this was ta be upsettin' cause they would have ta spend a moment or so figurin' that puzzle out..an by the time patsy had done finished her walk they was ta come back an say..."it's ok if you move now..." ...brightness all a glow...so's in a slow motion sorta way i opened the door a ol"betty an slipped my way on down ta the earth an when i hit i was ta be surrounded by what appeared ta be 100 highway patrol man an i believe they was not wantin' me ta escape an then outta the cacophony came another statement "wait it isn't him"....an then bustin' thru like a 3208 cat frontloader was the man in charge it would seam by the partin' a the sea about him an he got right on up ta my face with some sorta picture in his hand an he looks at it then at me an then at it again an then at me an then again at that picture an then at me like he was wantin so bad for it ta be me that he was willin' it ta change an after a spell when it was still the same he took one last look just in case ...an then sorta growls in that highway patrol boss voice..."who the hell are you boy"...an for a moment i pondered that there question an it was a bit to long for boss man an he said again.." who are ya???...".."slick black if ya like...an as boss high way patrol pondered that another question was posed.."well if it isn't him where is he.." an a hush liken ta church fell over them highway patrol boy's an girls cause that were ta mean i weren't ta be their man an that didn't settle..so's by now this was gettin' to me after all i believe i had done suffered enough an so i directed my self ta the boss an said.."who the hell ya lookin' for...an he says"...guy just killed a man an got away and was seen stealing a truck....an in a flash it made sense an then my mouth was ta be slippin the words...doubt ya'all see him again...."an mr boss says.."what???did ya see him..."well what could i say..ya saw him lifted ta space by my alien friend who musta stopped him after he thieved my betty an by now up in some alien experiment....um no...so's i just said nothin...an then mr boss drops the line "so whats your load?...an all i could think was .."tiny toy helicopters..." an as he was on the way ta sayin let's see....some highfalutin' fast flyin' automobile came whizzin' on by an caused such a bit a commotion when outta the window came an arm with a gun attached to it an started poppin off lil'pieces a lead in the direction a them highway patrol vehicles which a course turned myself into a problem less crucial an with the efficiency a well trained highway patrol vehicle operators that on their way ta the high speed pursuit only crashed 9 a the 10 upon their exit was proof a that trainin'...an this left me in a cloud a highway patrol vehicle dust an alone...so's with out to much time in between i was ta be in the cab an fired up an rollin an puttin' ol'betty inta a high ballin' mad dashin' frenzied gear thrashin speed shiftin forward motion rollin attitude an we got he hell outta there............plugged in patsy an she sang me off with the appropriate ' i fall to pieces' grabbed a handfull a geromes prepared bag chased'em on down with a shot..an then drove like hell........



Monday, December 15, 2008

i go a walkin’ after midnight out in the moonlight hopin’....

...mr slick black....has a nice sorta ring to it don't it........an a followin' that line was ta be the most a extraordinary stories i ever done had the capacity ta understand an ta this moment don't reckon i do...it went as this......".mr slick black we have been involved with as you would say kinfolk of yours for quite some time and others that are in shall we say the same line of endeavor as your family....and before you interrupt me please let me say a few things...
the men you were to become acquainted with back at the ...hideout..were working for us in the capacity of handlers for a certain cargo we needed to have moved and the only way was by the method now being used..your truck..well actually any truck but we specifically asked for you by name and the reaction was not what we had expected and they were not of a mind to assist with this due to the fact of the extremely large debt owed by that gambling cousin of yours..and as I believe is true with this kind and may I say your's also how do you put it...kin is kin..?I believe they were to be heard saying they would rather kill him rather then work the deal we suggested and after a brief negotiation involving the procurement of some of the liquor you are so fond of and the release of that mans debt..of course after the successful completion of the delivery...we came to a meeting of the minds and thru our association with a man you know as Gerome all was put into place...now you are here and our delivery can be made............"then like that was that an i should be all of a mind liken ta relaxed an then maybe all flushed with the pride a bein' picked an all...that ol'alien hairdo was just a sittin' there with a kinda smug alien hairdo kinda look an i was ta the top a the top an was ready ta do what ever it was next but damn if that was what was in my future it was not gonna take place cause the next flash card a life was readin' blinkin' red lights belongin' ta the fine men an women a the highway patrol all a comin' up behind me all in a tither an in a highway patrol exercise a surroundin' your criminal type element with all a your highway patrol vehicles liken ta the roundin' up a the wagons when on the wagon train a goin' west a fendin' off a them indians..but that was then an now they done be usin' highway patrol vehicles an when they was all round ol' betty all a them was jumped out with guns a waggin' liken ta a lil'ol' puppy all happy ta be finally usin' the new toy...an as this was goin' on hollywood style that alien hairdo had blue glowed off ta some where other than here an there was ol' slick not but 77 minutes inta this adventure an on the way ta bein' shot....it was just not the best a times an so's with all a them waggin' guns a directed in the direction a my direction well there was only one thing in ol'slicks life that made times liken ta these sensefull an that was a shot a whiskey an some patsy an as she started ta be singin'..i go a walkin' after midnight.................



Tuesday, December 09, 2008

rip van slick black...sleepin on years now

...an then.. in what i was becomin' accustomed to as a standard modus operandi a that there alien hairdo an the race a them folk in general... a bright flash an a mind startlin' bit a sound was ta be occurin' an the likes a that there felonious truck stealin' low life ..an in a side note most likely one a my kin...kinda human person was ta be a floatin' kinda like on up into the sky if'n my eye's were ta be tellin' me the truth a the matter..an still surrounded with a glow all a blue an as i was ta be watchin' that episode a weird life happenin' right in front a the eye's the almighty gave me ta disbelieve with..an was ta be brought ta noticin' that i myself was in the blue glow a alien life an that was ta be of a concern ta me an i was about ta make that thought known ta anyone who might care ..the flash a finality ta my enclosement was to have been underway an i was slapped back into the now an was once again slick black truck drivin' man an i was ta be glad a that an i had ta admit at that point it was ta be one a the only times it was ta be such...so's i was crawlin back to a standin' position an ta take account a the position here an was ta be wobblin' up ta betty at see what was an as i was in that motion the alien hairdo who was still in the act a floatin' the felonious fella upward bound an all i could ponder upon was if his destination was the alien lounge a my past..an that was not ta be right.. after all he was thievin' ol'betty an as the ponderance was ta be encrouchin' upon anger once more...a calm was ta be valiumed upon me in an unexplained way an it was with this calm i gazed upon the defiled steerin' station a ol'betty an found her ta be in not such a state as i would have expected...so's jumpin up an gatherin myself i re-took the helm an just as i was gettin' back i noticed ta my right there in the passenger seat was none other than my ol' friend the tray a 18 shot's a alien whiskey an at the same crease in the time space fabric the alien hairdo appeared...sittin shotgun once again an with what appeared ta be somethin' on that there brain or what have ya'..so's due ta the fact i wasn't in any rush ta do nothin' in fact at this here point just crawlin' on back ta the sleeper for a couple a years was soundin liken ta a plan an the like..but as would have it.. it weren't meant ta be so....as the cab a ol'betty filled with this melodic kinda sound an it was ta be a minute for i could make it an then it was ta be formin' into a kinda familiar kinda talk an it ta be comin' from the alien hairdo an it was a tad bit shockin' as it was up ta this point kinda not really spoken as it were but kinda implanted into my weak brain but here now it was liken ta talkin' an with such as it was understandable...so's after a slight pause why the alien hairdo an i why we was just a talkin' an gabbin' like...an it was while upon this road that the discovery a the reason a my weird cargo was beginnin' ta come clear an then in a turn about that alien hairdo stopped short an raised a shot glass an took it on back...then in a voice liken ta none heard before said.....well mr.Slick Black..................

slick's recipe corner.....
alien whiskey...
swampVoodoo mud...
1 old bath tub..
heat swampVoodoo mud..
dump in tub....
get in relax an drink heavily



Tuesday, December 02, 2008

a lil’ blue glow an all..was ta be about........

...loud an clear it was sayin'...what ever you do don't open that door...an as this was on my mind the fact that ol' betty was in the throws a downshiftin an brakin' an the like was not ta be lost on me an then i had ta be wonderin' if'n the character that had done done the stealin' a ol'betty had done had the where with all ta have been seekin' out a rear view vision upon his get away an looked upon my boardin' of the tail gate a that there 40' movin' structure...but my hopin' was directed at the opposite an if that were ta be the case then when ol'betty had settled on down ta motionless it would be ta my advantage ta drop off the rear an make my way up ta the cab an find this rascal and use some unneccessary force in the removal of that said person from that there drivin' control seat...then in an insult ta peterbilt's everywhere this so called thief done dropped a gear an slammed the brakes for the last 25 feet an then stopped....i had at the last 18 inches or so dropped myself onto the firm ground that the almighty put here for me ta run on ta beat the crap outta this guy...an so's i was kinda hidin' in that there blindspot that them motorcycles always get run over in... an was in the last crawl over the last 20 feet ta get ta the cab when it was ta appear that the cab a ol'betty was alight with a bright glow an it had the effect a makin' my feet move on the quik side an as i was ta arrive at the door..it was flung open an then this form a some kind un be known ta me before that exact moment an it was a sight ta behold..an if'n that weren't enough the next vision that crossed my eyes was the alien hairdo kinda floatin on down ta the earth ..so ta speak an it had kinda veiled this rascal truck thief in all a glow an was just kinda lookin' in the general direction a the poor soul just a huddled on the ground all a blue glowin' an all...but that was ta not be of my concern as it was forecast inta the rainin' showers a thought that crowded my over taxed truck drivin' mind..it would seam that the alien hairdo had decided ta do a bit a alien capture an release a criminals an was mentionin' the way that they do... that it was of ta be a good idea that i don't commit a violent action upon the perpetrator a that crime an get on with my business...but as would it be that was not the case an in fact what was ta be happenin' was a surround a blue an then all a glowin' was all about me an then........



Tuesday, November 25, 2008

on the aggravated side with ol’betty...not really..

...with the tip's a my fingers a barely grabin the handrailin' at the after end a ol'betty's 40' steel structure that was happenin' ta be movin' in a forward direction with the increasin a speed bein' on her side an a somewhat firm grip upon my last chance ta find out who the hell on this here earth that the almighty put here so's as ta have someone steal my betty with me a hangin' on the after portion a the 40' steel structure.just a flappin' in the wind liken ta a old withered flag that has been hung out every fourth a july for the last 50 years or so an the thread just bein on it's death bed an so..with my legs trailin' behind me an ol'betty just a startin ta high ball an me just a thinkin' I might be of the mind ta be a might bit on the aggravated side with ol'betty for not stoppin' this affair ...after all she is a peterbilt...but with all that ta be thinkin' later I was bent on a thought a getting' back in control a the freewheelin' betty...so's shakin' off my alligator boots...a present from daisy may..an that leavin' me with a feelin' liken ta walkin' thru the graveyard as I was a seein'em float upon the wind over the rapidly movin' macadam an then disappear as if takin' right off the wind...with a chill ta follow...then with the skill's taught ta me by my uncle who was a top graduate in the schoolin' a smugglin' ..an it seamed in that profession that appraochin' a 40' movin' structure an boardin' that there movin' structure from the after portion an then getting' on in was one that came in on the handy side...so's in a move even my uncle woulda been on the side a proud a...i whipped an turned an ended up flat against the rollin' up door an then kinda slid inta spider like attachment an pondered a plan...but the water in my plan was that there cargo inside that there structure an them tinted on the dark side glass's were in the cab a betty..... but with my options bein on the narrow side..actually it bein the only one..it left nothin' for there to do....so's poppin' off the fbi terrorist protection tag I undid the latch an started ta slide it on up an as I was doin'that ..there was ta be a glow from between the slot an then at the exact moment in a explosion a downsiftin' an airbrake squeelin' ol'betty was startin' a mad frenzied stop an in a whirlwind a thought the likes a which made my head spin... the clarity a one was ta be cuttin' thru.......



Monday, November 24, 2008

who’s at the wheel..an why is ol’ slick chasin’ the tailgate.....

well...when ol'betty done get's it inta her head that she be havin' a trip up ahead a her an that there might be a some importance attached to it well...she takes that inta account an it was showin as we was a high ballin' down that macadam towards that predetermined address a that there head criminal type had so kindly in a criminal type a way placed that there said afore mentioned note with address's written on it right in plain sight in the cab a ol'betty...an so's off we was goin'...it was durin' the musical interlude with patsy that my mind was found ta be settlin' on that there cargo i wasn't in a unresponsible way was ta look at without the aid a the eye glass's imparted ta me from the criminal types that had done put me on this here road direction..an a course the whiskey bottle containin' on the label the likeness in which i have seen in the form a that there alien hairdo..so's how does them mob types acquire that there whiskey an then a course how the hell did they find out about in that there first place an then a course all these type a thoughts pinballin' around was ta be makin' me vibrate in an unseamly way an i had ta ask ol'betty ta slow down the forward motion an finally cease it all together an pull on over ta the side a the hiway so's i could reconnect oneself back ta the earth that the almighty saw fit ta make unmovable at the present an as i was takin' in the sky an thinkin' i was gettin' on edge with all a this an what if i could change my profession an maybe become some thin' else an then i was slapped back ta the here an now by the sound a somethin' comin from the back a the 40' steel structure that ol'betty felt the need ta drag along behind her every which way we was goin'..not that it wasn't part a the family an all..but sore thumb it was...an now a virtual noise box a confusion an it was makin' the ground under me that was once in the way a firm not so at this present moment a time an it was upon me ta consider the notion a lookin' an or unhookin' it an vamooosin' from the place leavin' the 40' steel structure ta the men an women a the hiway patrol ta deal with but the better got ta me an knew that it was not in the best interest ta do such a thing so's i was turnin' my thoughts back ta returnin' ta the cab an grabbin' them eye glass' with a dark tint ta em' but as i was doin' the movement ta make all that occur i was ta be brought ta look at a glow emmittin' from the cab a ol'betty an it coulda only meant one thing an it was ta be makin' my mind feel limited in the dealin' with all department an then in a sign a resignation decided what the hell...maybe there's some whiskey an all an maybe some form a information ta be forthcomin' when in a moment a stunned unbelieveablity the 367 horses a ol'betty fired inta life without the firm guidance a my hand on the starter apparatus an this was of a disturbin' nature ta me an so's my forward motion increased an just as i was ta be touchin' the handle ta the door ol'betty started ta roll in a forward direction an i was ta be thrown down an hit upon the hard earth which was now of a firm nature ....then did my own version of a slide bleedin skid an rolled right back upon the 2 feet that the almighty gave us ta use when the vehicle broke down...an then as the 40' steel structure was a rollin' by it was placed inta my thoughts the notion a grabbin' the tail end a my ol'betty an takin' a ride on my rig..an so's my feet was a startin' ta push me in that way an as it was goin' on by i lunged an......



Monday, November 17, 2008

one shot after another after another after another after another

..this here whiskey is outta this world......with the head criminal guy's criminal head tilted back like he was singin' ta the almighty an the mind a ol' slick just a reelin' after absorbin' the implications a that there label on the criminals whiskey bottle an then on top a all that them words a the head criminal guy was floatin across that there criminal type table liken ta one a them word bubbles in a cartoon with the impact a them there words hidden away inside just like this here criminal hide out...whiskey from outta this world ...this here subject bein' one a familiar ta my heart..an as i shot down that there shot the taste was ta be remindin' me directly of the same experience first shared the first time i done had that there whiskey an other times ta occur there after..but all bein' said i knew that whiskey an it didn't settle me none...exceptin' the fact that i was once again havin' me some..but..an then ta my unawares the niceties a the gamblin' mob type folk showed thru cause they done refilled my shot glass with a how do ya do an as a kindness i shot it down an then a course ta show kindness back they done refilled an i shot that down a course only in a show a kindness an then they refilled that one an so on an so on an so the night went on until i was done awoke at a ungodly hour an told that ol'betty was ready ta roll an i should be thinkin' quite quickly about as ta formin' a thought as ta gettin my ass from the bed an preparin oneself for the notion a leavin'...an then the fella kinda ran from the room in a rush an this was makin' me think the urgency in which the message was imparted was on the whole real an noteworthy an so's i was found ta be rushin' myself with boot's in hand down the hallway towards ol'betty an thinkin' ta myself maybe the secret well hidden off the beaten track hide out was not just that at this point an gettin' as far from the hide out was a notion ta prescribe to..an then also in the mix was that ol' betty was a billboard waitin' ta advertise the exact location at that moment a ol'slick black an that was not a desire shared by all an then as i was falln' down the staircase it was ta hit me that in all that there drinkin' an toastin' the gamblin' way a life an the home land an mama an bein' in a familiar way with them mob types... that they never relayed the most vital part a the plan an that was the final destination for the load i was ta deliver an wasn't ta look at without them special type glass's an only if at the most important a reason's...so's with that in mind as i was frantically departin' i went lookin' for the head guy an it musta been in the air cause as i was roundin' a corner so was he an we damn near ran each other of us down...so's i said'..where is this here load a pure danger bound for an when do i know the gamblin' man will be ok...an just liken ta bein' a head criminal he says...the address is in the rig an the rest just like i told ya..now git on outta here...an don't be strayin....' an off he goes....an off i go on down ta ol'betty an i fire her on up an we depart in a cloud a criminal dust an leave that there hide out ta be found out....
an in a cloud a alien haze i took me a glance at that there note containin' my destination an started ta laugh an thought that this was gonna be very strange indeed an then i pondered the load an then i put in some patsy an i drove......an drove........



Sunday, November 09, 2008

private labeled whiskey from the up above....

......So's ya here ta save that there gamblin' man are ya...an as I pondered the fact that that there criminal mind was as sharp as the teeth a the swamp snake..i was moved ta respond in the way a truck drivin' man in the position this here truck drivin' man was an said..well ya can't pick yer kin now can ya...so's i'm here at the request a some an the said intent is ta try an find a way ta resolve this here problem created between the kin a both our clans an ta do it in a manner fittin' ta both...well gazin' about that there criminal type a table with all them gamblin criminal types that do their biddin' in that there city a sin an all..was ta be liken ta bein' in criminal school an ta say ol'slick wasn't in the familiar a these types was ta be sayin' slick black truck drivin' man aint who that would be an not a the slick black clan that floats on the water of the illicit an dabbles on the edge a legal..if'n ya know what my words are sayin'...so's that there criminal type table was bein sat at by the likes a guys with names like 'nick' an 'guido' an all of'em was ta be lookin real mean an doubtedly not the son a any mother...an this was havin' the effect a puttin me inta nervous when the head criminal type guy said...well those that done sent ya have been in contact an we done worked out a path ta take that may walk us down ta a proper finish with all bein made ta be satisfied in the endin a this here journey,an this is what we are wantin ya ta do...an as I was made privy ta the plan that was ta become my destiny,all I could do was ponder just who in the back door management a this here adventure was pullin the strings an then what if I was bein sent inta a trap of a quantity unknown before this point an then my mind was snapped back ta where it was standin upon hearin the words ..'after we load the back a your rig..."...an upon instant replay grasped the meanin' a them words an it seams I was ta be haulin a load a somethin ta somewhere at some point in time an so's in order ta not be left out a my own party I retuned in as the head criminal guy was sayin'...' now ya gotta understand that this here cargo is of such a nature that revealin' it ta the wrong folk could end badly for all' ..an I can't say it enough ..don't be lookin in at the load unless ya absolutely are havin' ta..an if'n that be the case..be sure ya are wearin' these...' an he hands over ta one guy who hands over ta another guy who hands ta the last guy who hands ta me these glass's lookin like sunglass's an then all them criminal types at that there criminal type table are lookin at me an i'm lookin at them an then the head criminal type guy say's...'are we set... then lets have us a shot a whiskey'....so's one guy hands one guy a bottle an another guy gets a tray a shot glass's an the pourin begins an as the bottle is raised ta pour by the head criminal guy the label came clear ta my eyes an I was swarn ta be seein' the hairdo a someone familiar and as the head criminal type guy hands me a shot he say's.........

slicks recipe corner..
1- 6 pack a beer
1 hunk a meat
1 big pot
pour beer inta pot..throw in meat
heat until meat is done
drink an eat



Friday, November 07, 2008

hidin’ in the well best hid hide out ever hidden..

..man..there are a times when ya just wish ya could walk on thru a door an come out the other side somewhere's else entirely...if'n only...but no as the great schemes a the almighty would be havin' it..here we was an here was the a glowin' sensation a the afore tellin of a alien hairdo visit...as the cab was ta be startin' ta glow ..an so with ol'betty a high ballin' her way inta danger an the meetin a the afore told at the hidden hide away in a dark far off remote location it was lookin like it wasn't gonna be a borin night after all....so's while the alien hairdo took some sweet alien time ta come inta focus..i was taken ta notice that the exit mentioned in the note handed to me by the rapidly passin' thumb hung out the side window of a movin' vehicle was approachin' an as i had work ahead a me inta which i was just about ta embark upon ..i glanced over ta the side a me inta the glowin passenger seat a ol' betty an in a tone my own mother would a done slapped me for if'n she had ever done stayed long enough for ol'slick ta grow an inch or so..but..in that there tone i was brought ta state ta my developin' form a alien hairdo...' please if'n ya are here ta visit fine but i got me some drivin ta do so's if'n it's just a note an a tray a whiskey that needs ta be delivered than be done with ya an let me be on the way...'..an it was in a forceful manner...not totally desired for i didn't want ta threaten the leavin a whiskey if there a chance a that event..but unphased it seamed as the alien hairdo simply sent this thought inta the airwaves a ol'betty's cab..which seeped it's way inta the thought process's a my brain an formed these words or the like there of...'we have your back...' an then in a much more dramatic flash an in a much quicker time the glowin sorta zapped an disappeared an then that seat was left empty with not a drop or shot ta show for it...man...that was a bit a glory in showbiz ta just say that little bit an for just a second i started ta ponder the involvement a the alien race as such in the day ta day trudgin workin' life of a truck drivin' man...but as in the fastest flash known...i was back at the wheel n pullin' off the highway an startin off down the side road ta the hidden side road that takes ya down ta the second hidden drive and then a right down ta the 4th hidden drive then inta the drive that was hidden behind a fake drive an then inta the hands a the ones that began this here journey..after the last fake drive i was gettin on the edge an was feelin' like i might be needin' the services a my greetin' committee mr colt..so's i put him close by an slowed ol'betty on down ta a crawl an pulled my way inta the well hidden hide out a this here atlantic city mob type a place an liken ta a sore thumb an this journey bein of the nature a full a thumbs...ol'betty was that afore said thumb in the way a stickin' out in the hidin' away a hidin' places a the well hid..but with noithin ta be done i was on the verge of a all out slide bleedin finish but the better got of me an i was put ta just stoppin...an as i was applyin' some airbrakin' my door was ta be opened kinda like a parkin' attendant an this was not a my real likin' so's we just kinda pulled it back an finished up the job a stoppin ol'betty an then opened up the door an climbed on down an asked ta my new friend '..where is this shindig takin' place...' an just pointin toward the hide out was all his reply would be allowin' ta be revealed...a real hide out..with mr colt down in his place an with a bit a reluctance i was walikn' inta the mouth a the hide out an was ta be lookin' at a small group a criminal types all lookin real criminal like an sittin' round a criminal type a table..with the one who would be the guy at the kinda head a the small round criminal type a table an he say's ta me...you slick black........an i had ta ponder that answer for a minute cause i was wonderin' if they was expectin another rig with a 40 foot movin structure followin' close behind ta be comin' ta this here secret hide out but in the service a the journey i was tajust answer..'ya..'....an then the guy at the head a the table said......



Wednesday, October 29, 2008

long distance call for ya in the lobby......long distance...

..starin' on down at that there note it was brought ta my memory that once yonder ago in this here situation..a note an thumb were of a connection..an the difference so far ta date was the second thumb encountered was still attached to a live body albeit in a movin' vehicle that had been on my tail an then right before my eyes left me standin' here with this here simular type note...so's in the order of not a time wastin' i unfolded that there note an lookin real hard ta see if'n there was any sign of a thumb ..any thumb..then as the words finally started ta appear ta me they was a destination an time in which i was ta appear if'n i was of a mind ta find out about this gamblin man an the debt i was bound ta have ta find an be of the responsible for nature there of..it was a offbeat off the beaten path out of the way remote well hidden hidin' spot that was removed from the general path a traffic with a notion a bein' hid..well hid..an i was left with a tiny time in which ta get there..so dustin' off the voodoo road dust an walkin back ta betty with mr.colt still offerin itself as a agent a greetin' tucked on down in the side a my belt..then inta the cab an then in the act a firin her up.... ol'betty done shivered as in the like a which i had never done known ta date in the time spent on this here green earth duckin the wrath a the big one..an it sent a flash a warnin' inta my spine..pullin' back unto the highway the reluctance a ol'betty was liken ta takin' the last drink...unsure it'll stay down but here goes..an in the midst a my ponderin all this here input a information a strange noise was a ringing in the dashboard storage area a ol'betty an i remembered my portable telephone an dug as fast as i was wantin to ..found it an right before the last ring flipped it open an pushed yes an said inta the little mouth piece...yes....then i was ta hear this...slick...this is gerome..did they contact ya....
my mouth wide enough ta go fly fishin' spit out these words...how in the hell did ya'all know that an ...my wordings were cut off by a deep rumble a disagreement omitting from the other end a the portable telephone in which gerome was located at he said ....ya or no... so's ya ...was my reply an he said...good...then hung up the end a his side a the portable telephone...good?...good?..what the hell....an in the time allowed me ta ponder that thought the passenger side a the cab a betty started ta glow an oddly my whistle was gettin a whetted.......an then...............



Tuesday, October 28, 2008

another thumb an then the dust.....

...so's after the grub was vacant from the plate an the joe had done left..it was time for movin' on an findin' the truth a this here tale an find the endin' which will only mean that it will just start a all over again...but so be the roll an i was determined ta see it thru..so's with a joe ta go i meandered back ta ol'betty an glanced about me with a cool swiftness before here to fore unknown an had determined not a thing lookin' ta be outta place an that was the worry..but with regard ta seein' the next part i jumped on in ..fired her up an took off down the road ta the highway..entered at a speed reserved for urgency an hit the highway at 147..shifted inta 4th an started ta settle on inta some fine highway cruisin'...round about mile marker 3128 i was startin ta feel the excitement build an knew i was damn near there..whizin' past mile marker 1976 an shiftin' inta 14th an hittin overdrive i flew past mile marker 769 within minutes a the last one an i was gettin near...without a clue a where ta land when i arrived..i figured it best at start the slow down a ol'betty who had done had ta a loved that stretch a high-ballin' as it was her favorite thing ta do..an so proceeded ta down shift in a kindly manner and barely whipped past mile marker 256 when i was roundin thru the single digits a the shifter..an was ponderin' a location in which ta stop an was contemplatin makin a call on that there portable telephone and or maybe turn back on that there radio which has in the past proved an untrustworthy medium a communication..an as i hit 7th gear in the rotation a shiftin i hit mile marker 38 an the evidence was ta become clear as the highway was startin ta be lined with pawn shops an used vehicle shops....a fun kinda town was approachin'..i had been so absorbed in the approach an all that the neglect in reviewin the rearview mirror an lookin in upon my travelin companion was a the major kinda mistake not requested nor needed by me... but all can not be in the control a one... an one such as myself in the particular..so be it..an then as problems do just like the bad penny...makin ya bend over at the wrong time....them headlamps was right on the rear a the 40 foot structure a followin betty right behind an i knew it was ta be them an so's ta find out somethin' in the nature a somethin' i decided ta pull on over an ask that which needs ta be asked an this i did an brought ol' betty ta a stop off the danger a the highway...grabbed a friend in the way mr. colt ..an jumped on down from the cab an waited as them headlamps an the car in which they belonged pulled right on over...an with barely a stop initiated..came on up ta me ..rollin down a window a the vehicle..an as it came upon the same square foot a ground my feet were inhabitin' an arm stuck itself out an with a note stickin on out of it...handin' it off ta me like it was on fire an that there vehicle just a kept on rollin an all i ever saw a that there vehicle again was them blazin red tail-lamps dissappearin' in the dust brought up by the exitin' of a voodoo alien outlaw vehicle...
leavin' me ta ponder this here note burnin a mark inta my fingers graspin' it like it was the last lottery ticket on the last seat on the last plane on the last trip a the last day a this here earth that the almighty put here as a prison planet for the rest a his mistakes that float about the universe.....then i looked at the note..........


Thursday, October 23, 2008

rare if ya please an a cup...that would be fine

...um oh well...i was just cruisin down an reflectin upon the last 29 minutes since i had done left gerome in the rear view mirror at ol' bettys cafe stop an now just aheadin down that macadam with atlantic city not far ahead..it can get lonely out here when ya got patsy singin a bit a the ol' blues an the white lines a the highway remindin' ya a times best not brought ta the light a day..but the mind done has a mind a it's own an i find i can't go dissagreein' cause it doin't pay me no mind any ol which way so's i just do the best as a truck drivin' man can do..but as i was gettin on ta bein in the from a tired i had put it out that i was wantin ta pull on over an as the plan would have it a spot was comin inta bein an i started with a standard mad frenzied down shift an spun off the highway in speeds in excess a excess an went on spinnin round an darn near tipped ol' betty onta 5 a the 18 available wheels an did a slick black truck drivin' man slide bleedin skid of a parkin job an airbraked an then jumped on down from the cab an went on in ta the roadside establishment..that bein of a state of an unknown ta ol'slick but doin what a truck drivin' man would i sat myself on down an ordered me up a cup an then took in the particulars as i was a waitin for the joe..if'n ya had sent me in all done up in blindfold an then removed that there blindfold in this here unknown establishment i do believe with the certainty reserved for them that has the winnin' ticket i coulda told ya we was right on those dark uneasy outskirts of a gamblin town..
them folk a sittin there were not as much there as back at some table rethinkin' the last roll a the dice or that there last call ta hit an seein it all fade as the cards fall...but ol'slick was not on that mission but the reason for this trip was all in an around that there gamblin man an all ya could see was it was trouble all spelled out on the faces a the ones who done walked that there path..an bein the truck drivin' man the one thought that just kept a creepin back up was when was i ta see that there alien hairdo with another tray a shots an all...but bein by now inta about 33 minutes a this adventure i was made ta ponder the beauty of a cup an when that there cup arrived why...i just sipped it an took in the view...an prepared myself for the entry upon that there city a sin an decided ..hell make it rare..........