On Your Mark, Get Set... Get Sappy

There is a little place where your shit shines like gravy. A little place where the swirling vortex of fun spins directly into the old wooden door of one small room. I small little room full a hap happy wobbly people. The happy wobbly people I, time and time again have called my pals. In this little room in this little place one can hear the greatest news, or a sad old story. On those rare occasions when I stop flapping my own gums long enough, I've heard the best stories I've heard in quite some time. Oh, a lot of the stories are about just how shit-shiny the gravy is, but others do take you squeaking and squirming into that wonderful hole in your head where you store the seriously secret sap that you've saved to spread on only the most perfectly browned and tender toast.

Big City Lights?

What, are you joking. We live in a tiny little village, smaller than the tiny little village I grew up, even smaller than the villages I like to visit when visiting family. Matter factly, when the country mice come to visit ol' Uncle GoGo, they marvel at just how many people I wave hello too, how many folks I stop to chat with. I don't have the heart to tell 'em that life can be fuller on foot, and that they'd wave a lot more if they'd leave the cul de sac camp site more often. In all honesty, The cul de sac camp site, load 'em up a drop 'em off drive bys life style is one I often pine for. Trading for a wave from my own cute as buttons tiny hockey superstars for a wave from my pals in my little place, could be as fine for me as it is my family. Maybe.

But, I've made my breakfast, buried about as many chances as most anyone ever gets, and lay down comfortably on the bed on the floor I found on the streets of this little tiny place. I'll wallow happily on my streets, and sit by the shore from time to time trying to recall the shape of the howling noises that screached out of the vortex that spun me into and out of the little room full of wobbly friends who put up with handfuls of this sap from that hole in my head where I keep secrets like this one. Love you guys, it has been, is, and will be fun watching come in and out of that old wooden door. See you tonight?