"a hideous apparition emitting from 2 smokestacks"
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march 24th We walked OUTSIDE today in a sort of triangle shaped junk filled storage yard. We had a radio. Although the sky was covered with fencing there was still a sun. (Speaking of that fence covering...there were many chunks of styrofoam...like cheap Hollywood disaster boulders...perched atop the wires. This from the wind and from fire damage). I was able to set up my worktable further than EVER from the others. I was able to daydream and talk to myself...able,yes, to covertly visit too, with Morty les mortuary pie. He came to my mind asw if on a mission. Goopy and droopy, with (brown) moisture, he wanted to discuss what he called, "kissin and tellin". He refers to our time together in Vancouver as "intimate". He indicates CLEARLY that HE shall not be harmed by my exposure. "Look up the word,'ubiquitous', if you must", he snorts. He knows that our "easy squeezy" closeness, our wrestling in Vancouver, once revealed, can only flatter him and his kind. He is bemused by my plans to explain. "You know they'll shove it back in, don't you", he said. "I know", I sighed, shivering in the newly discovered therefore odd sunlight. But that's for later. Today, we see John Flach's heart attack squib (no more than three sentences) in the Denver Post. Once upon a time in Kunkletown...no, it started in Denver...we gort a call to pick up an average everyday Corpsey Lorpsey up in Ft.Collins. And to drop him off all the way up in Julesburg. The highway actually swings us into nebraska for a half mile before doubling back to Colorado. Once done dumping Corpse in Julesburg we headed back to Denver. See. It took awhile, you know what I'm saying. (Hey, to place this in cheap media time I can tell you this was the day the death of ENNIS COSBY was being featured). Now all I'm getting at is that just as we arrived close by the Denver metro area, away (yawn) out there by les smokestacks du unincorporated Adams County, I noticed a HIDEOUS apparition emitting from 2 smokestacks.It was a man. A sizzling sloshing moving gaping smoke puff of a man. ENORMOUS. The sort of creature that could stomp and crush Denver in les background. (That's Denver the CITY, not Denver the yappin embittered internet Ramsey apparition). I wanted to photograph it. I went ON and ON about it,see, til my coworker (and this, by the way, was our maiden voyage together) began to look askanse at me. What sort of dullard cannot SEE, or refuses to acknowledge, a man up in smoke? I began carrying a camera soon after that. Have I mentioned that Josh les kidnapper (threw drug dealer arguer in back of pickup truck etc) was violated at les half way (marking and tagging) house, and that while awaiting sentencing to prison, just last wqek, was found in posession of marijuana. Oh, yes, CRUSH, just like that; every now and again you SEE someone rack up MORE and MORE time right in les living room. My prediction for him ALTOGETHER is a nice cozy dozy 8 years. By the way, he left the pod with everyone screaming "Snitch" at him. You know, they have those European PEE WALLS in les toilettes in Vancouver. Might as well handcuff Josh to one of those and let les humiliation flow. And so sanctimonious was he awhile back, so confident in the better than thousands of other thous du friendship in Jeezy Weezy. I seem unable to get webmaster Lance out thatta way in NY or webmatrix sunnyday down and out les other way in SoCal to pick up les telephone only to hear les FREE soundbyte:"Paula Woodward of local Channel 9 is interviewing George Epp (sheriff) up in booking". I was hoping to get that rubber stamped and posted 7 hours before les broadcast. No luck. Also, when we came back from our morning workshift everyone was watching Schiller on Roseanne. J.T.Colfax P.S. They've cut Paula Woodward and George Epp's pieces due to Nato attacking Bosnia etc current | 1999 | 1998 | colfax diaries |