A black horse

Does death ride a black horse or does he cruise around in a fancy SUV.

Last night was another one them nights where the brain tells me "don't go to sleep....listen to what I gonna tell ya". Well I listen to that old brain for what seem like hours and still don't know what it was say'n. Weird stuff. Like polishing hub caps on a big black SUV with some dude sit'n in the back seat in a black over coat pull up over his head. All I could see was red eyes look'n at me, a big hooked nose and white grin'n lips dangling above a pointed chin. Then up rides this black horse. With the same dude what was sit'n in the car, just look'n at me. Hmmmmm, ya don't suppose do ya?

Yesterdays golf game start off on the bad side for old Billy Bob. I were swak'n golf balls everywhere but where they supposed to go.....out in the field and stuff. I ain't never gonna break a hunert like this. But then I got down to business and turned the game around. Hit two strokes under my handicap....what ain't the best in the world. Barney would be proud of me. Maybe.

Boy howdy let me tell ya.....it were cold this morning. Not quite cold enough to freeze my water hose, but it were below freez'n.....30 degs at 7:30. Of course, right after that, here come old pesky neighbor Wayne want'n to sit on "da porch" and BS. I tell ya, that man ain't right.

Been do'n a few things to get ready to leave Deming for a wonderful winter in the south California sunshine. This gonna be my 3rd. trip to the slabs for winter, but I ain't all that excited this year. My park'n spot is done took up by some yankee from up north. Our camp ground where we usually park was took over by some hippy crowd....done put up barb wire fences and destroyed our fire ring. But there's 640 acres, so find'n a place to camp ain't no problem. You did know that it's free....right?