Excerpts Every time he got behind the Wheel all his Intelligence flew out the Window and up pops the little Macho Devil. Over the years this Guy have Smashed the best Cars made, from BMWs on down. I think a minimum of five bad Wrecks is a conservative number. Yet one bad Accident after another all having to do with excessive speed, didn’t tell him anything, Harry was always the Rabbit. His last Accident was survived only by the Hand of God, broken Neck in two places, broken Spleen, broken Pelvis and leg. They had to Extricate him from the Vehicle the way an Archeologist dig to recover aged Artifacts. The outcome, four years of Therapy, loads of Oxi and a Revoked Licenses.
When I was in my thirties I met a Woman that had as much Spunk as myself. At thirty I played Basketball with Teenagers and walked for miles. This Woman was one Hundred and six years old yet she was spray and Energetic. I asked her what was her secret, in one word she answered, Moderation. From then on I was on my way to living well. Before I met her I was compulsively Excessive in everything I did including Spending. One Night I was Traveling I-74, twelve O’clock at Night on this Desolate Road. The Temptation to pop the Lifters on a Motor with only nine thousand on the Odometer overcame me. So here I was Transmission downshifting at 100 when I passed a Cop sitting in the Dark waiting for me, Radar Gun going off the Megahertz.
The Lifters were already wide open, so punching it took me to 125 in three seconds. That gave me enough time to make it to my Exit before he shifted from park. That is what a twenty one years old Compulsive Excessive does, thinking that he was better than Mario Andretti. When I parked the Car I promised myself that this would never happen again, knowing that if I was Apprehended I would have been Arrested and probably lost my License. Furthermore if I hit a Pothole I would have been Airborne. Very few of us are able to make adjustments in our Destructive Patterns of Living, so in the end it kills us or someone else. The other Day on my thirty five miles Commute at two P.M. in the Afternoon, I noticed this Car working the Traffic aggressively.
At the Stoplight I glanced in the Car to see a Man of my Age looking Smug, as if to saying, I got this. Then the old Adage popped in my Head, “you can’t teach an old Dog new tricks”, especially if he was too stupid to learn when he was young, as I did at twenty one eluding Cops. I fully understand that when you are young you can be Dumb and full of yourself. It has always been my Desire to get better with Age in whatever I did in Life, including Driving. So why is it that everyday I am out here Driving I feel like the One Eyed Man in the Land of the Blind. Eighteen to Eighty they they all drive the same, with Reckless Abandon, behind the Wheel they act like a four year old in a Candy Factory, they eat themselves sick with their craving for speed.
One year Statestics for my Geographic Location amounted to thirty seven Million Accidents with Astronomical Fatalities. Those Fatalities include Pedestrians Bicyclists and People on Motorized Wheelchair. I watch the Morning News and every single Day there are numerous Rush Hour Crashes, some with Fatalities. I will forever be citing Albert Einstein’s definition of a Fool, my Interpretation, Driving the same way for twenty five years, each time expecting different Results. It is what it is, your Driving Facilitates thirty seven Million Crashes. Watching Greyhound Racing have thought me that a Dog haven’t been born yet who caught the Rabbit, they are usually lined up chasing the Rabbit. It’s a darn shame that Speedsters never realized til l it’s too late that there has to be a Rabbit.
Going home twelve at Night I am always Clocking minimum of ten miles over the speed Limit. Yet it never fails there is always someone wanting to travel with me or pass me. When that happens I let them be the Rabbit, they shield me from the Radar Gun and I follow five carlengths behind them. It would be Idiotic for me to maintain my speed, that amounts to Racing. Something I never do even tho I can prompt my Car to do 175, with no stress on the Motor. This is what happens when you Mellow with Age. At twenty one if I had a Car that did 175 I probably wouldn’t be here to tell Speed Demons that Speed Kills. A Friend of mine who is Highly Educated, yet he Drove like an Idiot all his Life. He always Drove like he had a Point to prove.
Every time he got behind the Wheel all his Intelligence flew out the Window and up pops the little Macho Devil. Over the years this Guy have Smashed the best Cars made, from BMWs on down. I think a minimum of five bad Wrecks is a conservative number. Yet one bad Accident after another all having to do with excessive speed, didn’t tell him anything, Harry was always the Rabbit. His last Accident was survived only by the Hand of God, broken Neck in two places, broken Spleen, broken Pelvis and leg. They had to Extricate him from the Vehicle the way an Archeologist dig to recover aged Artifacts. The outcome, four years of Therapy, loads of Oxi and a Revoked Licenses.
When talking about the Accident he never mentioned the other Vehicle or Vehicles involved or whether anyone Died. However Silence have always spoken Loudly in my Book. States are also Negligible for keeping Drivers like that on the Road. Now Harry is a Recluse popping Oxis all Day Long, basically Living to Die. That’s not me, I plan to live out my Life with a Bang. I plan to spend many Hours on the Ocean drinking Beer, catching Fish for my Dinner and writing Blogs. I will not allow people like Harry to disrupt my plans for living it up till my last Breath is drawn. That’s why each Day I am out there with Kamakizi Drivers I Drive like a Jedi Pilot in a Meteor Storm. I hope you Guys understand that I write about whatever that is on my Mind, but I will never stop beating my Gums about the way you Drive. In hope to save just one Life. Incidentally there is a Star on my Drivers License indicating that I am a Safe Driver, what’s on yours?.
The Black Plague killed fifty Million People, unsanitary conditions caused it. Sensitization is everyone’s Business. When you use Public Facilities, use the same Hand Towel you dry your Hands with to open the Door.
When we were small Children my Mother told us, if you ever had an Accident, clean yourself up with your Drawers and throw it away. Do not go around stinking and un -Sanitary, also wash your Hands many times during the Day. So if my Mother can Indoctrinate us about Sanitary Practices at eight years old, why is the World so Nasty. People who don’t wash hands continuously and Properly. People who don’t know how to cover up when they Sneeze and Cough, some refuse to cover up at all. This Blog should be called, Strictly out of the Woods, or Maybe Still in the Caves. Because some People are just That. While working in Construction doing Interior Demolition on a College Dormitory. We were short Handed so we Hired some Immigrants from a Land I won’t name, not even mention their Geographical Proximity. If I did you would be Prejudicial to all People from this Hemisphere.
All the Electric and Water was turned off in the Building. Whatever Electricity we used came from our Generators, water we used we brought with us. Everyone was told that the Bathrooms were out of Service, including in their Native Language. In Disregard for Public Safety, these People found a Corner in one Bathroom and Piled it up. My English Literature Teacher Thought me how to Read what the Author is not Saying, I don’t like Guessing, they Evacuated in a Corner on the Bathroom Floor. My God this was 2006 not 1347, the year the Black Plague broke out, the Epidemic broke out in early July of that year. The Epidemic was caused by unsanitary Conditions caused by the same situation these Temporary Workers Perpetrated on that Bathroom in that College Dormitory.
The Epidemic ran For seven years killing fifty Million People, 60% of Europe’s entire Population back then. Kids probably returned to School and Couldn’t understand why everyone in that Dormitory had a Wicked Virus that lasted Winter into Summer. That is the Motivation for this Blog. Unsanitary People, the Dorm was a Rare Occurrence. But guess what there is a large number of People around us that have poor Hand washing Etiquette, or none at all. You wonder where do I come up with all these Fantastic Occurrences. Well at sixty seven years old there is very little in this World that I haven’t done or Experienced. Also good Hygiene have kept me here So sit up and pay Attention. While Working for a Major Distribution Chain, with Products coming to your very Home, or you going to their World Wide outlet Stores.
Here I am in the Bathroom washing my Hands, when an Employee exited the Stall, Flushed behind himself, walked right past the Sinks and me. He proceeded to the Break Room where he began to eat his Sandwich with those Filthy Hands. He also never heard of the Black Plague. Sanitization is everyone’s Business, if as a Result of your Nastiness you come down with Berry Berry( joke) you put the General Public at Risk. Another time while working on Wall St One more time at the Sinks washing my Hands. I heard splashing in one of the Stalls, another Foreigner who worked for the same Company was using the Water from the Commode to wash his Behind. And you wonder why I stopped shaking Hands with People from his Hemisphere of the World forty years ago. Interacting with the Public is a Dangerous Venture. When I started working in the Food Industry while going to High School. I learned that washing your Hands 100 times per Day wasn’t enough. So ending this Loathsome Conversation I leave you with this. When I worked in a Nursing Home we were told that if we failed to ensure the Residents Health and a Virus or Bacteria broke out. Eventually the Staff would contract it. So there you have it what goes around comes right back at you. In Conclusion Please Wash your Hands as often as Possible. I hope you Guys appreciate my Technique of giving it to you fast and Furious without the Panoramic Painting. One Day I hope to write a Book on one Sheet of Paper, Ha, Ha.
Excerpts My God what a Wicked World we live in, both Parents were aware of the Abuse and did nothing for four years until we threatened to expose them to the Child Welfare Department. How do these People live with themselves. Parenting does not sink to a lower level than that. This is why I can’t cast Judgement on the eight years old Child awaiting Trial in the Justice System where I work. No one knows his Situation for trying to Kill his Sister. Or the nine years old also awaiting Trial for killing his Grandmother. I would not be the Ideal Juror for either of these Cases, because I am Prejudicial to Abusers, being abused myself.