Ever since I can remember I’ve always been prone to what I refer to as the lost puppy dog syndrome. A very simple concept that typically involves me finding a stray and trying to give it a home or solve its problem(s). I’m sure Ajax (my new cat I picked up from the pound about a month ago) is pretty content with my infliction since she has been the most recent beneficiary.
I’m starting to wonder if someday I’ll find someone who also has the lost puppy dog syndrome that wants to take me in a fix all my problems. It’s probably going to be a difficult find in Cowtown but can only keep my fingers crossed. Location, location, location, combined with the fact that I’m not a very good sharer (if that’s ain’t a word too bad) is probably going to make this task even harder. For the time being I’ll just keep my shoes tied in the event someone decides to sweep my off me feet.
Let’s just hope that two people with the lost puppy dog syndrome aren’t like to deep roller pigeons from Silence of the Lambs. If that’s the case, Hannibal Lector may say we’re in for a long walk off a short pier. Remember that when two deep roller pigeons breed they don’t know when to pull up on the stick; figuratively speaking that is.
I guess we’ll wait and find out.
On a lighter note enjoy this doozie…
“If I’d written the truth I knew for the past ten years, about 600 people-including me-would be rotting in prison cells from Rio to Seattle today. Absolute truth is a very rare and dangerous commodity in the context of professional journalism.”
-Hunter S. Thompson, Rolling Stone, February 15, 1973
For more gems from this crazy mo-fo visit http://www.alternativereel.com/includes/top-ten/display_review.php?id=00076 and if you want my opinion people should use the phrase “res ipsa loquitur” much more often. For no other reason should I have become a lawyer. That and I could of saved about $5,000 in the last 12 months on DUI charges. Live and learn I suppose.
Disco balls,
Howie Feltim
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