Tear in the pocket

Howdy World.

Growing up on a farm, there were 6 of us kids. Un-fed and nearly beaten to death on several occasions, there were plenty of tears to go around. Yes, even a few of my own. But, there was always someone there to comfort me and tell me it was “gonna” be okay. This individual would always say, “Let me wipe those tears off your face, and we’ll put them in your pocket for a rainy day.” So now I stand there mad, and with soakin’ wet pants. It might as well have been raining.

Well here is a rainy day (27 Sept 2007). The first one we’ve had in months. You see, we’re going through a bit of a drought here in Cain-Tuckee, and people here are real glad to see the rain. So glad, that while their driving their vehicles they slam right into the back of another car because there trying to look at the clear-like substance. Does that make any sense to you? Lets fly 85 miles per hour down the interstate and hit that car because, “I havent seen rain in months!” “Seen it about 300 hundred times before, hated it 299 of them times… but damn it’s a good day to see the rain and total a car.” I just dont get it. “Reckon” (no pun intended) i never will.

Anyways, I got off on a little rant right there. I apologize for that world. Back to my story about the farm, and the unfed kids, and the beatings of course. Well… none of that is true. If you’ve ever seen me you’d know i certainly wasnt starved as a kiddie. Infact, you’d probably think I was the one starving everyone else. Anyways, I live a great family life and I always have.
I just had to throw in that piece about crazy drivers wanting to play peak-a-boo with the rain while hydro-plaining. It’s STUPID! SLOW DOWN IN THE RAIN!

Does this bother anybody else? Im here to listen.

-dumbfounded and blogging