november 27 2007

at least I’m smiling

While my heart is being  broken
As  I walked through the doors  of the Denver Dumb Friends League I realized that I'm not getting out of here alone.
As soon as my beautiful wife told me that she was going to the D.D.F.L. on business trip I knew.
I knew we going to invite a furry little tragedy to enter our home.
And that was fine by me.
I thought.
I thought that as soon as my beautiful wife told me that she "wanted a doggie" that I wanted one too, but I still had to walk in as the stern, practical realist asking hard questions, wondering if our home is dog friendly, if our dynamic duo of cats would accept another pet.
What. Who When Where How Etc.
So there I was.
Walking up to the D.D.F.L. with a stiff upper lip.
But as I walked in
A gigantic smile stretched across my face
Looking at the kitty aquarium
Walking through the doggie holding pens
I KNEW that my heart was about to broken
And I eagerly sought out pen 1B
And there she was
The scrawniest 3 year old boxer mix in the world

Who just broke my heart

After my beautiful wife and I filled out the paper work, bought food, leash and stuff we wandered around the pound
And my heart continued to break

I wished I could have taken them all home
But I could only take 1 home
and that is enough
for now

The three branches of the the Denver Dumb Friends League do remarkable work.  They accept adoptable pets from tiny cities in the surrounding 4 states due to their 94% adoption rate.
94% PERCENT
Our little beauty came to us from a pound in New Mexico
She is hand shy
and could stand to gain 10 pounds
And we love her like crazy

She is sleeping soundly in the other room after having eaten 2 bites of food and finding a warm corner of the house

My message to you
If you have a little bit of time, a warm place to sleep, a big fat heart, 50 to 100 bucks to spend,
PLeAse
pLEase
Get yrself an X-mas present early
And give a fuzzy buddy a new home


We are still trying to decide on  a name
Any suggestions are welcome

One Morning

It was a Friday morning a little before 9 AM.
I had just pulled into a turn lane on East Colfax and Krameria Street.
I looked to my left.
On the Southeast corner was a shitfaced bum staring blankly into traffic.
There was a thick rope of drool connecting his bottom lip to his filthy sweatshirt. 
At his foot was a half drank 40 ounce of, I think, King Cobra.
He was pissing into the street.
Now I could of smiled, shrugged, and said "aw, Colfax."
But this wasn't the quaint experience that I describe.
It was shocking and tremendous.
This bum was pissing without use of his hands.
And it wasn't like his hands were full, they were hanging still at his side.
An act of some slight skill to the say the least.
For this man had, without a doubt, the largest penis I have ever seen in real life.
Or on film for that matter.
It was roughly the size of a two year old's arm.
It was flaccid and uncircumsized.
And he was pissing like a race horse.
I could almost smell it over two lanes of blacktop.
And this man had the blankest expression.
He probably couldn't see past the end of his gigantic dick.
My eyes widened, and I might have gasped.
Then the light changed and I went on to work.
The sun came up over the Goodwill.
It was late summer.

sleep

And the sun's always rising
In the sky somewhere,

Let the new night bring you peace
And the promise of tomorrow,
Where we can wake to a new beginning.
Tomorrow I'll all but have lost their faces;
My friends and family,
Memories of all we had
And the times we should have lived,
And tomorrow America just might fall apart.
Tomorrow, tell me,
Where will you wake up?
Beyond title, beyond these careers and laws,
Something more than borders on a map...

And the sun's always rising in the sky somewhere,
And if young hearts should explode
From all the lies they've been told...
To live through one night like this,
I would trade it for the silence...

The Beginning of The End

I am closing my business today.
They turned off the gas and electric and want over two grand to turn it back on.
Payroll is due today.
I still have a catering job for 200 going out on Sunday afternoon.
I haven't told my three employees.
That's the hardest part.
I wanted to tell them a while ago but I thought I could stay open for a couple more weeks.
That's not going to happen.
Won't get to say goodbye to the regulars that I like.
That might be good thing.
I'll miss them.
I'll miss Colfax.
You're a mean bitch Colfax and you've stomped on a lot of souls.
And I'm one of them.
But I'll still love you Colfax.

I owe my parents twenty grand.
My house is going into foreclosure.
I am 39 years old.
I am the father of a wonderful two year boy who thinks I am a superhero.
I am a college graduate and an alcoholic.

Now I have to go and awaken my monster for one the last times.

I'll let you know how it goes.