Maui
# 11
Now for something completely different :0)
Well another day has disappeared into
the deep Pacific ocean of Hawaiian history and as David bowie once
sang
“Ground control to major Tom...there
is some thing wrong...where has that Irishman gone..”
Week #4 ..boy time fly’s....My heart
rate is slower and mentally I,m just as nuts as ever.
Went to the town of Sheik today about
13 miles away it boasts 4 amazing white sand beaches and rarely
rains and once a year the locals get to view movie stars 'Bob and
Kellie Drake' as they eat Fish Taco`s with Brad pit and Forrest Gump
outside their condo while being photographed by the Papa-Rat-ZEEE.
While there I met up with some really
great locals to discuss some business. Had a very successful meeting
, then went with Israel to get some shaved ice, and picked up his
fam from school.
I feel as though I have always lived
here and Oregon is a whole other life time ago. When I call Cynthia
its like connecting to another planet....mmmmmm.... Must be that
local stuff I,m smoking hahaha...just joking LSD is much better I get
to see my Leprechaun family.... LOL to all you politically correct
people with no passion...that was A
JOKE......ROGER.....ROGER....DROID ...#000...OUT.....
Life is really slow here, no mainland
rush ...yes I,m fast becoming a local, all I have to do now is fly
Mike Hawkins out here so he can teach me how to fish with a rod and
reel instead of the Irish way with left over dynamite from the
northern Ireland . Back then the fastest game in a Belfast pub was
pass the parcel or Tag Your it.. boom ...”what was his name..don’t
know mate ..Barkeep make that two instead of 3”...
Hey you have to be able to laugh at the
past.....I grew up with all that and now all that comes out of
northern Ireland is Irishmen crawling out of pubs as they bid the
moon a due and then rise with the sun as they start another day in
peaceful Ireland . The only sound at night is the town crier locked
in a pub after hours trying to get out...right, like that would ever
happen ...more like an Irishman in DisneyPubland with his own
hallucinations of Leprechauns instead of Mickey:0)))
Well all this is Stan Strauss`s
fault...he claims I,m not writing enough blogs..well I will
obliterate him in fiction.
Texas Stan was a tall man who drove his
ox team through out the land back in the days of Paul Bunion. Rumor
Has it that Stan Challenged Paul to a test of wits over a gal whom
they both had designs upon. The girl Carol was one fiery hot
tempered good looking Irish lass a recent immigrant from Dublin . It
was said Carol could cleared many a saloon with her sharp witted
Gaelic tongue. She became know as “The Red Headed Dragon” and
wise cowboys steered away from her path.
Stan and Paul were not that smart and
one night after too many fire waters they both proposed marriage on
drunken knees. Silence fell over the saloon as The Dragon just about
fell of her bar stool at the sight of our two idiots in Humble
position begging for her hand in wedlock. All three locked eyes, you
could hear a mouse fart in China it was so quiet.
Suddenly the saloon doors swung open
and in strode Marshal Wild Bill Hickok spurs clanking accompanied by
the tall slender silent Pat Garret both with guns drawn. Bill was the
first to break the quiet!
“why in the name of Babe`s blue assed
Ox is it so quiet in here”
The Bar keep simply pointed timidly at
the 3 amigo`s . Bill could not believe what he was seeing........
To Be continued.....
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