Labor Day

El Viejo is here. There is no freight for him to haul until Tuesday. he brought his student with him. They are both still asleep so I've got my parrot out. He will probably be going back into his cage when they wake up as he dive-bombed our guest last night with the intent of piercing his ear.
The plan is to go to E.V.'s bud's house for bbq. We've done this before. It isn't always pretty. We'll see how it works out.
Booze is a tricky thing. A person can go from warm glow to intensely happy to spoilin' for a fight as the day wears on...the people I've always been acquainted with, anyway. I don't think I've ever been around "normal" drinkers.
Even as a kid, I would be subject to (being forced) dancing with a drunken aunt at a party or putting up with the liquor-soaked ramblings of some other adult.
I like having a blog. I write things that I can't tell those close to me. I don't really care if strangers read it.
But there's always that fear that someone I know is going to read about their role in my life here.
Fuck fear. When I was a kid, I went into my dark bedroom one time and stuck my legs way under my bed. Either there was a monster or there wasn't. There wasn't.