Liv'n happily in poverty

I look at my blog header picture.....that's nice. A comfortable boondock'n campsite located in the middle of no where. No electric an' no water....nice. Southern California at "the slabs bout 2010".

So why did I make the decision to live in a house on wheels in the first place? Why not a studio apartment with a BMW sit'n in the driveway? Why didn't I go to college an' get me some of that "yuppy" education so I could get me a high paying job? Why didn't I buy me a 4 bedroom Colonial style house next door to the Jones.....with a big ol' swim pool in the back yard? Why did I choose the life of poverty over one of the 2%? I could have been one of the 2% ya know.....if'n I had wanted to.

For many years I been ask'n myself them questions. The only answer I came up with is that "I've been happy" with just get'n by. Mr Jones ain't never been happy with his fancy cars an' stuff....and that big ol' swim pool in the back yard. He spent his whole life try'n to out do Mr Rockenfelter next door to him. Mr Rockenfelter weren't happy neither 'cause he was try'n to out do his other neighbor, Dr. Margaret Fiddleburger. Ya see what I'm talk'n bout? It's better to be happy with you life than to spend in in jealousy over what your neighbor has.

Now I ain't say'n that my life has been a big ol' bed of red roses. I had me some good times an' I had me some bad. I been all the ways down to the bottom of the barrel a few time, pick'n out what little morsels I could find. I didn't want to live like them people in that subdivision on the other side of town. I didn't want to owe more than I could earn in a lifetime. I wanted to be free....and that exactly what I am. I don't owe nobody nuttin. I got a couple dollars in the bank. I got a "home" what has wheels on it, an' I can do most anything I damn well please. Like....if'n I was want'n to, I could go play me a round of golf this afternoon.....with my "poverty" golf'n sticks (clubs).

Speak'n of golf. It's absolutely beautiful in south Texas again today. There ain't no wind, so there's a good possibility that by 1pm, you can find the old Billy Bob hobbl'n round on the golf course swak'n up little white golf'n balls. The swell'n has gone down on my foot and I been able to get around pretty good with out holler'n "MOMS".

This is yesterday's swell'n, not today's.
Niece Emma has been help'n me out for the last few days. Dishes, laundry, sweep the floor....stuff like that. Fix me something to eat. She's been a welcome help. "Emma, fix me a sammich an' bring me a beer".
No, I don't drink no beer. Quit that shit long time ago. Beer costed me too much in my lifetime. Don't do that no more. But.....I been want'n some that dark beer here lately. I useta like the hell out of dark beer.....well, any beer for that matter. Got throwed out of AA one time 'cause I showed up drunk. Just kidd'n, AA took up too much beer drink'n time. Best thing I ever did was to quit drink'n beer to extreme. Stagger round not know'n where you at....do stupit shit.

Speak'n of get'n drunk an' stagger round. I use to hang round pool halls an' bars with pool tables. I was a good pool shot, especially when I was snockered. We played for money. Not high dollar, but many time I go home with over a hunnert dollars hang'n out my pockets. Of course, there was many times my pockets was flat empty too. All total my days of play'n pool, I'm probably down bout $5000....give or take. Can ya make a liv'n play'n pool. NO!

Ok, got things to do....laters.