“This is Mike’s last lifetime.”—Female Spirit
In my post yesterday someone commented that I should take a break. After three years of this bullshit war and writing about it daily for over a year there is no way I’m going to crash and burn now. If on some days my energy is down I’ll come back 10 times stronger the following day. If my enemy remains standing in front of me then I’m going to remain fighting. And, if I run out of things to write I’ll just write about you.
BE AFRAID!!!!!!
Many of the Super Subscribers have written me using old school penmanship. A few using cursive. No computer was used. No spell check just brain to heart to hand. Many of the words are very moving. A humbling moment at the VRR HQ I assure you. As a member of the paranoid writer’s club, I often wonder about those who read the VRR. Who are they? How did they find the VRR? I’ll get 418 views on a post, 9 likes, and six comments. Kick in the paranoia. Don’t give up your wonderful career as a bus driver. And then the voice, “Keep it Mike-ro Stupid.”
Ahhhhh, yes, the select precious few who maybe joining me in the graduation from the human lifetime experience. Are you ready to party like a rock star? I’m the DJ and I’ll be serving the complimentary drinks. It’s not a job. It’s a pleasure.
Yesterday I was in my garden lounging like I always do these days as a terminated bus driver, when my wife brought out a package. It was a package from long time Super Subscriber Patti.
Patti once made a comment either on an article or in an email that was so special to me that I’ve never forgotten it. When I see her name her words flash in my mind. The VRR has meaning, value and the paranoia fades away. I then skip the following meeting at the paranoid writer’s club—every Wednesday at 7:00PM. Her card is mounted on the VRR fan club mail wall of glory. I look at it every day. I want to transfer it to my bathroom mirror, but my wife won’t let me.
I had loose plans this spring to travel to Arizona and my wife and I were going to meet up with Patti and her husband for a well deserved cocktail or three in Tombstone or Bisbee. I reminded my wife about those plans after the identity of the sender was revealed. I told my wife that I told Patti in an email that I’d buy the first round. My wife’s nasty reply, “Nice Mike. Then you’ll just let her and her husband buy all the other rounds?”
On one of my past posts I wrote about financially prepping in case our toilet paper currency gets flushed down the toilet for good. Soon after I received a one-ounce silver coin from a $uper $ubscriber. I’d mention her name but I didn’t get her permission. But the last letter of her name is an N. I loved her creativity.
Suddenly, I was rich. I think she mentioned that she ran out of patience waiting for me to add the UPGRADE TO PAID. I’ve got the slows and receiving that was far more meaningful to me than have it digitally transferred 18 times with 18 different companies taking a nickel and dime here and there before it is plunked into my savings account with no handwritten message. Where’s the fucking fun in that?
One Super Subscriber told me that if I’m ever in his state in my travels I have a place to stay. WOW!! And I think this guy is big time rich too. He probably has a Ferrari in his garage that he’ll let me take out and see how fast it goes. Maybe he just gives it to me for my drive back to Seattle….hint…hint.
All of the above is fueling my thought of capping the VRR at 500. Keep it Mike-ro Stupid. Keep it Super Subscriber Special. Also, the thought might be coming from Universe. That has to be explored.
Thanks to all of you who read the VRR you truly are Super Subscribers except for the person who wrote shit on me. If you’re going to write shit about me at least spell my name right. There are 11 letters separating the U from the I, unless you were using this version of the alphabet.
Also, if you write Higgins the pronunciation is all wrong. An error you wouldn’t expect to be made by someone with a PHD in their name. I think I seen you sitting in the back row at the Robert Kennedy Jr I want to be your president speech. A nice lead in for me. Das ist alles.
Garden walk around talk. Topic: Robert Kennedy Jr done on May 13th.
I took this picture recently at Home Depot. It looks like they need to re-stock it.
The Robin is the national bird of England.
I was in a bar having a beer with a friend of mine from Costa Rica. Oye Como Va was being played in the background. I asked my friend what does Oye Como Va mean. He said, “Let the music play.” I loved it.
I apologize Mike Higgins. For not being a Super Subscriber. I'm ashamed of myself.
I have not taken the time to even send you a note using cursive. My excuse is that my handwriting is so bad I began substituting my own form of block letter writing years ago. At least I am still able to sign my name.
I've made many mistakes in my lifetime, and one was using that despicable weed killer years ago in my yard and driveway. I'm surprised it is allowed to be sold still.
In Spring 2020 I was at the nearest Home Depot to me, and picked out some potted herbs from their selection outside. When I tried to step through the wide open "door" I was told I could not enter without a mask. I put the pots down right there and left. I have not been to Home Depot since.
Thank you Mike HUGGINS.
I get it, Mike, EFF the middleman!