Sheeze. Hi readers . Sometimes I disgust myself, make no sense whatever.
Went out to the tire place this morning and ordered two each 10 ply 16.5 inch tires to arrive Wednesday and have mounted before I even know whether I’m going to kick the bucket before I can wear them out. Jumped the gun something awful, but it feels okay, me betting the Universe I can drive on those tires long enough to justify having them before the Universe can draw a tight bead on me and squeeze off a round.
Meanwhile I’m figuring to hear from the VA around Wednesday setting me up for a sawbones to look me over, poke me here and there, tell me to stick out my tongue and say “Ahhh.” Once that’s accomplished he’ll offer up a theory of what I’d least like to hear from a person in his position and watch my facial expressions to decide whether he needs to trump it.
Generally the whole situation’s seeming better than it did a week ago, though. Haven’t been toking the oxygen machine nights, generally been getting all the hyperventilating under control, thinking whatever it was happened was just some damned trick of anomalyism trying to rob my macho.
And hells bells, I’ve got a couple of new tires coming down the pike I have to live long enough to wear out. Hell of a deal.
Got me and address here in Andrews, too, right here on the west coast of Texas, so’s to be able to be a Texas resident dangeriously close to the boundary with New Mexico.
Psychomosomatic heart attacks and similarly life-threatening imaginary events can be a blessing. Boots a man off his ass and gets him out there betting against the Universe, buying tires and sneering into the future with reckless aplomb.
Old Jules
So Far From Heaven 