Chuck Lives

Chuck is back.
Through the fall out, chaos, evil, break downs....
The bathroom rip off, the work stress...

I forgot about chuck. I forgot about my wife, except to shout at her, my parents who visited, Jeff, Cousin sean, mikey who lives with two cats, and even James o Leary, not to mention the great one who is hard to contact, but lives none the less.

In these past three years, i forgot who chuck was.

It was not Chucks fault you know. Too much pressure and horrible events that well, who can blame him for dying. His liver was shit anyways, he smokes, cancer, i mean, The guy is dooomed!

But here he is....

Chuck.

Vegas was the seed, the throw back to a mentor who blew his brains out.
Who lived a life I dreamed of, even mr garcia was suicidal all that coke and heroine....with diabetes...
Well..

Chuck lives.

You know...at work on Friday my manager was honest. That was all I was asking for at work and I got it, she confessed she almost quit, but her honesty...well.

On Saturday, some gods, somewhere, found me. The old lady at home base reccomending the paint that would hide my rust stain. The PC world guy who actually helepd me pick the right card, and he was black like me electrician and hes cool and do not accuse this blog or racism...the word nigger is like white trash, remember I hate everyone... regardless of color.

Oh and then there was the parking spaces in front of the dry cleaners on a busy road. The new coffee maker that had me wrecked on caffeine ohhh those organic chemicals, thoughts of my best high flash by from a chemisty class at Brooklyn College.

Yah and then there was my vanilla fudge cd, nice pyschedelic covers album...

Lets not forget about Tina finally driving through beckenham, the country roads, instead of our trips to the ghetoo.

The restaurant for lunch, with butterfly shrimp and the best fucking burger i had sinc Mchales.

Dammit, let us not forget about my sister on line, my friend jeffs wedding and Vegas.

Well chuck on his own is a sad fellow.

With my friends and Family, you fill the holes in his liver and put off his cancer for another year, hold on yeee diabetes genectic torture....

Chuck Lives.

God Help Vegas, I will find Cousin Seans Soul.