Thursday, April 2, 2020

Panda Sex with Charles Bukoswki



your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
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5 comments:

windbag said...

I'm glad you came up for air, Troop. I was beginning to wonder. Can you get the virus from eating a Panda?

April 2, 2020 at 4:48 PM
Trooper York said...

Ha.

Did you know that all Koala bears are infected with chlamydia?

True fact.

I have just been busy. I don't have time to post as much as I used too as I don't get to my computer as much. I do a lot on instagram instead because I can do it from my phone.

April 2, 2020 at 5:13 PM
Trooper York said...

It's funny.

The only store that is having steady sales is the ice cream store on the corner. It's a husband and wife operation so they are working all the time and not using the kids they used to employ. I think of you every time I pass it. I bet you are as happy as I am that we are out of it.

April 2, 2020 at 5:14 PM
windbag said...

It's a great business to be in. My old partner had a baseball light globe in the bathroom foyer, because "baseball been berry berry good to me." We were right across the street from the rec park and had tons of business from it.

What do you do if you lose the game? Treat the kids to ice cream to cheer them up. What do you do if you win the game? Treat the kids to ice cream to celebrate. We'd have four or five teams all packed in and out at the picnic area all at the same time. I used to tell people that if you couldn't make an ice cream store in the South work, especially in the summer, you probably couldn't be helped.

When I bought in with my partners, both of their wives worked there. All of our kids worked there at one point. I told them my wife wouldn't work there, though, because she makes too much doing what she does. And she never did.

Child labor laws don't apply to your own children, except for logging and mining, so my kids went to work early. My son lasted two years, then went to work for my wife, first as a technical writer, then programming. I think he was 16 when he left me. He was a great employee, but hated every minute he spent in the restaurant. My daughter worked for me for seven years. I had employees who never knew she was my daughter, so I think I struck the balance between favoring her too much and being too hard on her somewhere close to the middle.

I still get stopped around town because everyone knew me. Twice last week at the grocery store. People love to tell their happy memories and it's fun hearing them. We stopped in for takeout at a place this past weekend. The owner used to work for me. We called her the laziest girl on the planet, and she was. Now she owns about six restaurants. She married into it. It's pretty cool, knowing she knows the other side of it now. When I see her, the conversation quickly turns to how hard it is to get good help these days.

April 3, 2020 at 12:02 AM
windbag said...

My daughter got a kitten from the animal shelter about five years ago. It had herpes. Animals are disgusting.

April 3, 2020 at 12:03 AM

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