I ain't got a clue as to what this 5:00 in the a.m. thing is about...
it’s like an internal clock sez, “Get the hell up, Smitty”…not like I want to be ‘up’…I want to be asleep…damn roosters are crowing, I suppose because the guy who delivers the papers drove by ’n disturbed them…they’re all a little neurotic anyway…can’t blame them, I suspect…living on the verge of wild as they do…it’s only the verge of wild, y’understand, ‘cause most of them are quite tame, don’t even bother to run from Willy…
Willy ain’t all that scary, what with his short legs, belly and nose to the ground thing going for him…if the chickens don’t run, he ignores them…
People drive by in cars, stop ’n toss bird seed out the window and drive away….sometimes, they come with cameras ready, taking pics of the chickens…gotta wonder what the hell they do with all the chicken pics…
The paper guy delivers the SacBee (which I’m still getting tho’ I’m not sure why) and the Wall St Journal which I get because they have a special going on…twelve weeks for twelve dollars (worth every penny too)…
No comix in the Journal but their real estate and fashion ads almost make up for that…real estate is all in the totally absurd range, millions ’n millions of dollars for mountaintop hideaways in the heart of Noo York City and two hundred dollar flannel shirts, the kind with the little dinky, not much use for anything, pockets…(I normally use a politically incorrect, derogatory and hurtful term, to describe the clothing but I’ve been called on the carpet so often about it that I’ll skip it this morning)…
Even when the Journal (as us folk like to call it) special runs out and they revert to their normal price, they’ll still be cheaper than ‘The Bee ‘ which never was much of a paper and has only gotten worse over the years…the one that was delivered on Turkey Day was a skimpy little old thing with nothing inside but it was pretty much lost in the multitude of ads….pounds and pounds of paper trying to seduce me into buying something…I gathered up all the ads, lugged them out to the re-cycle bin and tossed them…got my re-cycle barrel so full I’m gonna need to tamp it down…damn holiday ads anyway…It’s 5 :25 in the a.m. and I’m going back to bed…have a wunnerful, wunnerful as the old maestro use’ta say…..
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