Further Updates

“Since we don’t know where we’re going, we have to stick together in case someone gets there.”—Ken Kesey

Many times, over my bus driving career I’d go off deep in thought and just drive until a passenger would come forward and ask, “Driver where are you going?” I’d awaken and notice I’m traveling in the Southbound express lane on interstate 5. I’m not speeding, and in complete control of the bus, all safe.

“Las Vegas. We’re going to Las Vegas,” I’d say. “Huntington Beach California is another possibility. Do you have any recommendations?” I was always amazed at how long some passengers will wait before inquiring. Could I have made it to Vegas, or Huntington Beach?

This is an update to updates post. I might slide in a bus restoration update as well. If I have time.

Yesterday I was writing the screenplay to Jackass’s next movie and at the same time updating Bam’s condition. I have no idea what Bam was doing out in Southern California unless perhaps he has an additional home there. Reading articles on him there’s a lot of details missing. Who was with him? Why weren’t they interviewed? What’s the name of the hospital? Did he walk in, crawl in, or arrive by aid car? What’s the name of the attending physician? If I’m a LA Times Journalist those details are going to be in my article. Without those details your mind is left to speculation and a Jackass screenplay is born.

I lived in Southern California for a few years. A lot of smog. Some days my lungs hurt attempting to walk and breathe. I could have easily gone to the ER. That was in 1973 a decade before the Fauci medical nightmare of terror started. I heard he went to a Broadway show last week.

While writing the Jackass screenplay my wife’s phone was on the charger on my desk. She was at the store. She was on a text train of a family member sick and a discussion was ongoing about a possible trip to the ER for Covid 19 like symptoms. Kind of coincidental timing. I’m writing about Bam in a hospital and a family member is enroute for the same thing.

The update is the family member stopped off at another family members and took a covid test—NEGATIVE. Suddenly, the family member feels good. Feels so good they  attend a party later that evening. If it was positive the family member no doubt goes to the ER and checks in for the Dr. Fauci Covid 19 see you on the other side motherfucker treatment plan.

My neighbor catches Covid for the third or fourth time this year and is bedridden for three days. Happy to be over it and ready to return to work his employer won’t allow him to return to work unless he passes a covid test. First test, POSITIVE. Second test day two, POSITIVE. Third test day three, POSITIVE. I can hear him from my house, “SHIT, FUCK, PISS.” Panic now because in a week a family trip to Cabo is scheduled. The entire family then begins testing every day. I haven’t got confirmation on this but I believe I heard they routinely test every day like brushing your teeth. Covid 19 test addiction syndrome.

I’m still waiting for a big time rock star to write their next big hit song, “I TOOK THE SHIT SHOT.” AC/DC could just adjust a few lyrics on their mega hit, “Highway to Hell.” Celine sang a song in Titanic. Maybe she sings the theme song for the new movie, V Panic. Don’t count on it. She’s been diagnosed with stiff person syndrome. I had that last week. It’s a bitch.

Aerosmith’s Steven Tyler has called in sick. Perhaps he could write a sickness song. I’m back out of the saddle again. The train wasn’t rollin at all. I might need Jamie’s gun. Dude looks like a sick lady.

I’m thinking some rock promoter somewhere has this idea of a Vaccine Adverse Reaction Tour. Vaccination required to attend, and you must show your card. Book all of the vaccinated sick rockstars. I don’t know what you call it, maybe, THE INJECTION TOUR. THE SUDDENLY TOUR. Medics at each entrance and exit. Medics on both sides of the stage. Wheelchairs, walkers, canes provided for those who paid for the premium seats. No standing allowed. Too dangerous. No screaming or cheering either, only light hand clapping.

Elton John has time. He’s not writing on Twitter anymore. Good-bye Yellow Brick Twitter. Lame. Funeral for a friend named Twitter. Lame again. Crocodile Rock eats Twitter. More lameness. I can’t fucking come up with anything for Elton. Also, I keep forgetting I have a twitter account. I remembered yesterday and shared Donald Jefferies recent post and Josh Blunt’s recent post. I should use it while it’s still FREE. Does anyone else have something I can put on there? It’s as lame as Elton. I think I have three followers and so far I’m following nobody. Is it possible to get one million followers and be following nobody? That’s my goal.

I have an article that will kind of dovetails into Donald’s article. I think. It’s written but I can’t post it until a specific date and time, January 15. I think the article will show how we willingly participate in a hoax. A Big Lie. If we participate it only encourages them to create more hoaxes and God knows they love a good hoax. One month away gives me time to tighten it up. It’s rather long as I recall. “That’s what she said.”—Michael Scott

Years ago I read the book Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test. What a trip. The acid heads had a bus named “Further.” I can’t imagine driving a bus on acid or LSD. I’m pretty fucking sure I’m going to get us all lost, or killed. But, wait. What if there is no destination. Wherever you end up is the destination, and what if nobody cares if they get killed. The picture below kind of has a shopping cart Jackass vibe wouldn’t you say?

Ken Kesey’s son pulled it out of a swamp around a decade ago with plans to restore it to its original LSD condition. Good fucking luck.

It appears to have been a success.

This has been a VRR update to updates presentation. If you liked it I’m fucking glad. If you didn’t I’m still fucking glad. They call this a win / win. We’re still investigating the claims that the VRR is vulgar. So far it looks like fucking bullshit to us, but we won’t fucking quit until we get to the goddammn truth. We’re all about truth and we don’t really give a flying fuck about swear words, but some do. We respect that even if we don’t fucking agree with it.