Music selection is important. I chose this song to start out with. Eric once said he could play with J.J. until the cows come home. I’d like to listen to that until the cows come home.
I decided to walk down to the store for a couple bottles of cheap wine. I passed a neighbor near Marsay’s house. She thought I looked strange walking around over dressed with a back pack on my shoulder.
Pause song.
I told her about my vagabonding mission for the afternoon. If this was the south, she’d have offered me a couple bottles of wine, offered me dinner, a piece of apple pie, or asked if I’d like a ride. I’m a long way away from the south. She said she’d see me on Saturday. Is tomorrow Saturday? I inquired. She said she had already told my wife about the neighborhood gathering in the field across from her house. I told her we haven’t spoken in years.
Un-pause song.
I entered into a development that is one up from my development. Homes in this development are selling for two million. Except this one. I doubt it would sell, but wouldn’t you love to see what the inside looks like?
EV car. There is a 99.999% chance this person works at Microsoft. Works from home too. And just a few houses away there’s this house.
There is a 99.999% chance this person does NOT work at Microsoft.
My view just passed the above house.
GROUND ALL CHEMTRAIL PLANES
That positive conscious thought has to be dealt with.
Just before entering the store, I selected another song.
Willie asked Leon if he wants to play the piano and Leon goes into an explanation why he’s always drunk.
“We don’t know quite what we’re doing but we try to have a good time, try to treat everybody right. Is that right?”
“Well good-bye Joe. Me gotta go. Me oh my oh.”
The cheap wine section was completely blown out.
“I do drink. Bless your heart. I mean some of us has got to.”—Leon Russell
Commercial
“Okay, cut the malarky. We’re facing a critical deadline.”
Where’s his tie? I believe it was proven actblue is being ran from outside the United States. It is illegal for actblue to give money to any political candidate. Our government is a giant scam. Don’t give, don’t vote for any of these fucking monsters. Arrest Joe, Jill, and Hunter. Have chains available. Joe might be a programmed cyborg.
Back to vagabonding for wine
A really old man, probably my age was climbing into a brand-new Corvette outside the store. I didn’t want to stop my song to take a picture, but at the gas station there was another old man with an even cooler car. I stopped the music and took a picture.
Imagine when this was purchased brand new.
I switched songs to Grateful Dead-Franklins Tower. I approached a sign that I had placed a VRR sticker on about six months ago. Would it still be there?
I haven’t mentioned this but everywhere I’ve placed my alien CA sticker it is removed immediately. Someone does not want IT seen. This encourages me, motivates me.
I’m going to put one on the bumper of my car. Let’s see if they’ll remove it off there.
Thanks for reading about my vagabonding adventure.
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Mike
Wow, I hope you didn't have to go wine-less. Just before my sixtieth birthday (talk about old), I made a commitment to no longer buy and consume cheap wine . . . and I do not regret that decision. I no longer have too-frequent grinding stomach aches. Plus it's likely that I drink less of the good stuff because 1) I know how damn expensive it is, and 2) I enjoy it sooooooo much more than the cheap stuff. Cheers, Mike.🍷🍷
Is that a joke about you not speaking with your wife.
Will you go to the neighbourhood party?