Monday, September 18, 2017

Mad Max is coming to town.

"Six o'clock, TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign towers. Slash & burn, return, listen to yourself churn. Lock it in, uniforming, book burning, blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle, light a motive. Step down, step down. Watch your heel crush, crushed, uh-oh this means no fear cavalier. Renegade steer clear! A tournament, tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline."

It's the end of the world (as we know it) ~ R.E.M


I think about this dumb motherfucker and all his babble when we were young, and then I look  at today's world and think - "Damn, don't tell me this asshole is right. I refuse to believe it." - Mad Max from Kansas called yesterday and the first thing he says -  "Do you know a lot of foreigners in Las Vegas? Because I can't be around them if I come out to visit." What a stupid question, and I made sure he knew it - "That's all there is in Las Vegas you dumb fuck. I've told you that a number of times. Man you really need to get out from under your bunker and come out and live a little before the Apocalypse hits," I then add, "Why the fuck are you calling me any way. I'm the one who calls you. You never call me."

"I'm thinking about coming out and seeing you in December when the rodeo is going on. I talked with my shrink and told her what you said about me needing a distraction and she agrees with you." Uncle Ned's words immediately began ringing in my head - "You are a fucking weirdo magnet. Goddammit Robbie - Don't you have any normal friends? Mad Max, Jesus, what a fucking moron." Nonetheless, I tell Mad Max I would love to see him on a few conditions - "What's that?" He asks quizzically. "Leave your 'end of the world' bullshit rhetoric in Kansas. I don't want to hear it. Oh, and keep your xenophobic comments to yourself as well." He agrees to the conditions and tells me he will be bringing his steady with him - "She doesn't trust me out there alone with you." I laugh and say - "Are we looking at another future Mrs. Mad Max?" He responds by saying - "Don't know yet. Maybe?"






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