In a kind of bad neighborhood near a patients house the other day I was sitting in a restaurant and saw a homeless, female crackhead stagger in eating a banana.
Mmm, I never thought of that one before- bring your own food to a restaurant.
Where on earth did she get that banana anyway?
I reduced a fellow human being to a "homeless female crackhead."
Some people might say,"How could you know all that about her anyway?"
Believe me, whether it's right or wrong to look at people that way- I'm right in my assessment.
At Sonic one night a guys truck had Just Married on the back window and I Do- whatshe says on the side window.
He was alone and wasn't wearing a wedding band.
I worked on Halloween night last year. My patient said,"What are you dressed up as?" Without missing a beat I said,"A naughty nurse?".
The day nurse helped her make goody bags to be handed out. I took it a step further and asked a couple of nice looking families to come in to the bedside and let her hand out the treats. It was the last time she got to do that- she died only a few days later.
None of us will forget that.
I knew a guy once who when his divorce was final tied a bunch cans and shoes to his bumper and wrote Just Divorced on his back window and drove around town.
Maybe I'm the strange one but, I've never been big on celebrating personal failure.
I dreamed last night I was a prison guard in a 1920s Texas Prison. It was very realistic and seemed to go on for hours.
That would probably be like being a guard in hell.
The rule was once blood was drawn in a whipping the guard had to stop so some prisoners when they knew a beating was coming would use a razor to to cut their buttocks open.
They had rules for whipping another human being.
Read The Meanest Man In Texas; it's out of print but, there were tons of copies made.
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THE MEANEST MAN IN TEXAS is not out of print. See www.quarrypress.books.com
2 comments:
THE MEANEST MAN IN TEXAS is not out of print. See www.quarrypress.books.com
I LOVE that invitation -- gold!
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