Attempting to write about daily experiences is not an easy task. Especially when you don't "do nuttin". What may seem interesting enough to write about to you, may strike the reader as boring and just plain nonsense.
This morn'n I waked up to the same wind what blowed all night long. I ain't talk'n no little breeze when I say wind, I'm talk'n wind. Now the sky is all full of nasty look'n clouds. Suppose this means it might rain here in a bit. But I been in rain before ya know. Just don't like it none. Rain is for farmers an' I ain't no farmer. Although I growed me a mater plant in one them upside down planter thingys a while back. That the one my neighbor "murdered" by pour'n bleach in it. It were purty too.....had all them little green maters on it bout the size a quarter. Desert winds in Deming didn't help it none neither.
I been accuse a couple time in my life of being a drunk, alcoholic, teetotaler....or something like that. I says "what make ya think that"? "Ya look like a whiskey drinker, that's what". Well I ain't. Ain't touch a drop in 25 plus years....and then it was only a couple beer now an' then. Just enough to wobble round a little an' say silly stuff. Like the time I was sit'n in a bar an' I says to this big burley Bandito motorcycle club feller...."Oh it's tinker bell". That were 'cause he had a little bell tied to his great big motorcycle boot. I made a dangerous move by say'n that, but it was funny as hell. Damn he get all bend out of shape.....got all red face, fists wad up like sledge hammers an' stuff like that. Yeah he did.
Think I'm gonna sit back for a while. Watch the wind blow, eat me up a couple them "smoked" donuts....see what the rest of the day has in store for me.