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I AM DOC WATERS!

i am doc waters! donotfukwithme!

more than once, the 'had one of those days' continues to raise it's ugly head.

why? who knows?

taxes? yes. politics? yes. inflation? yes. war? yes. my neighbors? yes. turons? yes.

yes yes yes!

seems that 'murphy has established a permanent base for his 'gonnamakeitallfukedup' agendas!

it's already too damn hot for this time of year ... global warming.

covid still raging and fewer following good practices.

i was standing in line at my grocery, waiting to checkout in the express lane and it was moving as slow as possible and this guy behind me bumped into me twice.

he was definitely too damn close.

he looked very surprised when i asked, 'do you think you could move back some?

followed by 'look pal move back off my a*s!'

he looked confused/scared.

good. point made and taken.

i have yet to understand why the traffic going through town to the beach have traveling right of way.

yeah it is the main highway with a 45 mph limit while the rest of us, those that live here must do 25, which isn't a big deal

problem is, both grocery stores are on the opposite side from town and it is a taking your life in you own hands kinda thing.

yes there are traffic lights 5 traffic lights to be exact that most often are ignored by turons in a hurry to burn their skin off and log trucks hauling a*s to the mill.

there are many accidents each week during the season.

many times i find myself in the only phone booth left in this hemisphere, dialing

991, reciting a familiar product slogan ... 'calgon take me away'

and with a commanding swoosh being dropped rather quickly to the geicko lounge several stories below.

it is an inviting space for locals and a few savy others to take refuge on most days regardless of anything else.

and yes it is a sanctuary of drunken time and space. a denizen of delight. a hideout to quench one's thirst.

that guy behind the bar, that is tracker twain, mark's older brother. he doesn't share a passion for writing but rather providing refuge and comfort for others at affordable price with an allowed limited membership.

'yo doc my man! howzit dude?

regular or premium?' 

always so damn courteous, unlike his famouser little bro.

yeah i know i  don't use caps. have a thing for ... .

too bad, it's my tale HA!

and NO! i don't do the 'LOL' either.

don't see it on my keyboard.

back to the conversation ...

'your choice friend, i have no intention of leaving anytime soon.'

'one shirley temple dr pepper coming up!'

 tough day out there, but it is a friday.

never understood the work all week to pay for all the krap you can't afford, then packing up and flying off to somewhere else instead of staying put and enjoying the peace of your own space.

just doesn't make sense.'

'are you listening to him sweetie? if not i got a handful of quarters for the jukebox. and you know how i just love to shake my bootie, come on mr doc waters, dance with me.'

that is trixie and she is the last of the last of two bit street walkers, not the tier level of most and she does charge way more than pocket change.

what could i say?

darn tootin?

damn straight?

or just get up ... 

and get my travolta on!

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