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So there I was.......

... had hardened and was full of sand.  Once I warmed it over the stove....
 
....it melted into the pressure cooker which was okay because.....
 
... in a small room in St Jean, remembering nothing after that drink the Recruiting Sergeant offered me ...
 
...just before I was escorted to the wall at the break of dawn...
 
... I lay there, wondering what the symbol tattooed on my arm really meant... and what was that bump under the skin on my neck?
 
...and why I was wearing the afore mentioned hot pink pleatherette chaps...
 
..."when out of the night which was 40 below and into the din and glare there stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks, dog dirty and loaded for bear..."





 
....There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold.  Some of them even wear chaps while they...
 
...where they look like a man with one foot in the grave, and scarcely the strength of a louse....
 
.... pondering whether to watch reruns of "Tales Of The Gold Monkey" or poke sharp sticks in their eyes all the while ...
 
.... bucket of extra thick seat cushion juice and eating ....
 
..."then I ducked my head, and the lights went out, and two guns blazed in the dark"...
 
.... it was the League of Extraordinary Kumquat Farmers of Upper Alberta but they missed and I ....
 
... ducked into a nearby 24-hour tanning salon and tried to blend in, luckily the other men were also wearing chaps ....
 
.... made from the skin of the extremely rare honest politician skinned and tanned by his peers because ....
 
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