All I’ve learned…I’ve learned from the Gambler

As I’ve grown older, not wiser, what little I’ve learned, the ‘gambler’ taught me.

It is here where I would suggest, copying and pasting to either a daily note’s book, a reflection book with tiny little ‘ah, ha’s, in the sidebar’ or text a note to self.

After reading the bible several times, Zen and the art of Motorcycle Maintenance and, the booklet on how to give yourself a non invasive breast examination…

nothing compares to a few simple verses, brought to us by the one and only, Kenny Rogers.


On a warm summer’s eve
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler
We were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns a-starin’
Out the window at the darkness
The boredom overtook us,
And he began to speak

#1. We often forget as a society, the two most important groups of our times; children and the elderly.  Children, for the obvious reason, awe and untainted views of the world.  Views we forget as time passes and, we encounter more humans.  And, with all that daily bullshit, a cynic is born.

Elders?  Well,  grandma Ruth, taught me various lessons, I could not have found on the bathroom wall at Catholic School.  One of the most significant being; wishing for a better life.  I believe her exact words were, ‘wish in one hand, shit in the other, see which one fills up first!’

He said, “Son, I’ve made a life
Out of readin’ people’s faces
Knowin’ what the cards were
By the way they held their eyes
So if you don’t mind me sayin’
I can see you’re out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey
I’ll give you some advice”

#2. If you don’t want someone’s advice, quit wearing your worries on your sleeve!  Also, in this particular situation, getting words of wisdom from a drunk stranger…isn’t such a bad idea.  Matter of fact, our country had built on this kind of idealism.  Just ask, Bill Wilson, co-founder of Alcoholics Anonymous, the largest and most successful self help groups around.

So I handed him my bottle
And he drank down my last swallow
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light
And the night got deathly quiet
And his faced lost all expression
He said, “If you’re gonna play the game, boy
You gotta learn to play it right

#3. When seeking a ‘word from the wise’…if possible, find someone with nothing left to loose.  Usually these poor Sages, have been where you are now.  And, if nothing else, if you conduct yourself in the exact opposite manner of them, you cannot go wrong.

You’ve got to know when to hold ’em
Know when to fold ’em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you’re sittin’ at the table
There’ll be time enough for countin’
When the dealin’s done

#4. Let’s use relationships as an example for consultation.  When I get up in the morning there are questions from my wife that I avoid.

One of them being,

‘Do you think I’ve gained weight?’

The best answer is one that does not deserve a reply:






Simple, to the point and realistic.  It is early in the morning.  Each party is holding their own set of cards…and, the day is young.  My spouse loves to chat first thing in the morning.  The world’s tragedies and their solutions will be solved before the second cup of coffee.

Therefore, ‘no’ for an answer does not always suffice.  Matter of fact, if my wife doesn’t think I am truly listening, she follows the weight question with:

‘Would you like to go down and see my mother this week?’

Fold!  Just slam the mystical cards down and shout, ‘foul ball!’  It is obvious my wife has used an unfair tactic and I have no choice but to say,


Again, one word answers are the best…they lead to less discussion later on.

And, this is where the events turn very quickly, so pay attention.

We all know such questions as, would you like to go see my mother; from woman who still refers to you as the ‘housemate’.  Are absolutely asinine interrogations!  No one wants to see someone they dislike…willingly.  It’s almost like asking, ‘Hey, you wanna come with me to get a colonoscopy?’

But it is precisely here that one needs to quickly decide:

Should I walk away from this disaster or should I run?

Should I agree to the visit and act like a child for the rest of the day.  Making the wife’s life and, mine miserable.  Should I pout when taking the trash out?  Or, do I move like my ass is on fire.  By this I mean, down the morning cup of Java, grab the dogs and the leashes and get the hell out of dodge.  Do I pretend to be deathly ill, stating I’ve been up all night and request that the wife ‘let me die in peace, upstairs with the door closed.’

It is with absolutely certainty that I can say, if you run from a bad hand…You will find yourself not agreeing to other unsavory deeds.  Deeds such as, vacuuming the used kitty litter out of the trunk of the car.  A mistake that occurred while misjudging the strength of those ‘Hefty’ trash bags.  Acts such as, being volunteered to walk your father-in-laws, elderly, ready to die any minute, Pug!

Every gambler knows
That the secret to survivin’
Is knowin’ what to throw away
And knowin’ what to keep
‘Cause every hand’s a winner
And every hand’s a loser
And the best that you can hope for is to die
in your sleep

#5. In retrospect, you have been in long term relationships before, and you know, this one is a keeper.  But there is a definite difference between just getting by and  pure unadulterated acceptance for the way things are.  You know you aren’t a walk in the dog park.  That your wife certainly could have done better.  And, for your part, you occasionally go on Facebook, to look up your ex-lover.  Currently she looks like an elderly man in need of a shave and a diet program.  Sometimes visual aides assist in our knowing ‘what to keep’ and ‘what to throw’ away!

And, certainly, who doesn’t want to die in their sleep next to the one they love.  That way you can insure you will forevermore have the upper hand.  A hand you dealt and can take with you into eternity!

And when he finished speakin’
He turned back toward the window
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep
And somewhere in the darkness
The gambler he broke even
But in his final words
I found an ace that I could keep

#6. Write this shit down!  Keep a journal or a diary!  Do not rely on memory.  The more we rely on memory the more we forget.  And there is nothing like a forgetful fool doling out words of wisdom to people who are wise.


at my Fingertips


write to wander 2

The anonymity of the life we’ve built

Purposes to hide behind the post of guilt.

It is the distance that remains unclear.

Blind faith in all that is neither here nor there.

A world becoming virtually…unaware.

We no longer feel the punish,

nor, the sin.

No further, does the spirit travel than idealistic begin…again.

Nothing penned for you that isn’t someone else’s truth.

No resolve in the lack of mystery behind our keys


our board, spaces.

No, I knew love before it became a four letter word.

No more, open the window to feel the cold.


Prideful Pies in the Sky

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I forgot to turn my Buddha light on today. Which led me to hitting a suicidal squirrel…purely by accident. Which in turn started me thinking about resentments, creative individuals and society’s ‘norm’ as predicted by the conformist coalition.

There had been a friend of my mothers who for all intensive purposes seemed nice, white and upper middle class. The problem? Her daughter struggled with mental health issues. I suppose she looked to me for some guidance for I had written a book on similar topics to which she was struggling. This ‘friendship’ however, turned spiritually sour. Because, though I had seemed to overcome ‘mental health’ struggles in a serene manner…my other thoughts, deliberations and ideas on society as a whole, were not moral majority user friendly. I am belligerent and coarse and honest when I write.   There had been no mention of rancid rancor between said woman and myself.  Just a slow, undefined and minor removal of our friendship from the dreaded follower federation…FACEBOOK!  ..And, through this whole process of book burning via the internet…I’ve come to some conclusions.

So, now with the Buddha light on and a semi struggled zen walk among-st the pines and the dogs, politely spiteful and sheepish persons…still scare  the shit out of me!

So, I inquired of the natural powers that be…What if we were handed a plate of perfect? A dinner option of plate perfect with a side of gluttony. Or, the imperfect option with a dash of greater understanding! Biting off more than I can chew. Cleaning up the act. Pointing fingers. Giving the finger.

A different size shoe of thought? Warm fuzzy or no friendship! Yes to a gun range next to an animal shelter…Or, no, no, no to any gun range what so ever…even if it is next to your worse enemy.

All of this back and forth banter, a linear line of resentment. Prideful pies in the human sky along with well established schools of doubt. Is it really as they say, befriending icons, images and idols from across the aisle. Or, is another sugar coated cookie…so as not to upset the apple cart?

‘Don’t nod just smile.’ warned the Higher Power Pilot.

‘Don’t question the parade dedicated to those we’ve lost during colored coos. And, less mind-fullness more blinded by star power faith…during the evening news’ words smitten in anger by a congregation of Who’s Who.

There are some resentment gods…I’ve heard say, ‘don’t go lookin’ out the window if you don’t want to see what’s coming’

There are some followers who will tell you, ‘don’t worry I’ve heard of a someone else. A someone else who’ll take care of the bad too!’

Between time and space, anger and hate, resentment speaks for itself…nothing from nothing.

Whether the blind who bind with half bought mad outlaws. People who shame the dead for the gold. Followers who turn their backs to getting down off the barbed wire fence…for the souls are already sold.

Linear…a time and place to the rats running an infinite race. What we’ve got here is pride dress up in sanity. Panic, disorder, mayhem, vanity vs open minds, a conscience calamity.

My actions should be accountable to mindful-ness...not consequences!
My actions should be accountable to mindful-ness…not consequences!

Santa has a personality disorder

a deeply ingrained and maladaptive pattern of behavior of a specified kind, typically manifest by the time one reaches adolescence and causing long-term difficulties in personal relationships or in functioning in society.
X-Mas Personality Disorder: a deeply ingrained and maladaptive pattern of behavior of a specified kind, typically manifest by the time one reaches adolescence and causing long-term difficulties in personal relationships or in functioning in society.

Living in the drug capital of New Hampshire: Franklin is your go to source for legal and/or illegal drugs. As well as, drug user paraphernalia and a fairly large corner on the ‘pajama bottom’ industry! It has been noted throughout the town, that this…the holiest of Holiday seasons, we as Americans, have been disillusioning ourselves on one thing: Santa has a personality disorder!
Living in Franklin only allows for the rights and terms of agreement, to make this assumption. Franklin being the drug mecca of small nowhere towns, has a standing tradition in avoiding and slurring over…it’s own personality disorder! In otherwords, who best to pass judgment on the mighty Claus…than those who often appear before judges!
The facts are as follows:
Santa is a narcissist. For years this icon has been getting by on looks and dress alone…Only to be allowed into people’s houses without any other need for identification or qualification.
How often have we heard: ‘I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus!’ ##Santa is a home wrecker and we all know it! He is akin to Michael Jackson ,a master at avoiding adult behavior!
The sad fact? NEWS media and society truly knows it…Santa has pedophile tendencies. This older than dirt citizen chooses to hang with small children. And, if Santa can’t be with the ‘one’s he loves’…He beds down with elves. Elves being the only ‘small person’ visually similar to children!
What of anti social behavior? Well, what of it? Santa does not come out but once a year. Preferring to go into seclusion…eluding taxes, Facebook fans and Over Eater’s Anonymous 364 days a year. Mr. Claus cannot tell us of the whereabouts of Mrs. Claus. For that matter, no one has really seen Mrs. Claus and we are all going on the ‘belief’ that Santa would never do anything wrong.
This socially pathetic being slave drives his reindeer to the point that they need to rest on roof tops…All the while, Santa is downstairs eating cookies, drinking milk and philandering with small children and their mothers. Wake up America! There is a menace among us! Lest we forget that Santa has a total disregard for mankind, women- kind and human-kinds safety…by ruthlessly wandering around countries known for such illness’s as Ebola, HIV and ritualistic beheadings!
Look out Howie MandelSanta is unclean, wearing the same outfit for centuries and coming to a chimney near you!
The list is endless. Yet, this man goes undetected by the TSA, Homeland Security, Secret Service and the C.I.A. With regards to the Secret Service, Santa, like many before him this year, will be allowed over the fence and into the garden, to Obama’s house he goes! Free Willy! Santa, alias, the Claus, has been falsely living under the motto: Better to be nice than naughty… While suffocating our integrity with socially unacceptable behavior for years.

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##All stock photos taken in search of Santa at the Dollar Tree store. The above report was given under threats of receiving a ‘shitty stocking’. The ‘shitty stocking’ is a known form of illegal torture…only to be found at the North Pole!

the Canine Home Companion_________Weekend Edition

the Canine Home Companion Weekend Edition

A spay a day keeps the  Tom cats away!
A spay a day keeps the
Tom cats away!

###editorial rendition

Crazy Cat Lady Memoir to her crazy cat:

Dear Polly Anne,

When I said I needed you…You said, ‘I’ll always stay!’

It wasn’t me Polly, who changed…but you…You and your condescending ways!

No matter, smart ass cat…because now you’ve gone away!

Humans have only one true and effective weapon...the CAT!
Humans have only one true and effective weapon…the CAT!

I sit knitting and collecting dead butterflies but…it all circles back to…

Now you’ve gone. I am left here on my socially unfriended own! Ms. Pissy Pants…you’ve catted ’bout town and I’m left here on my own…Now, Bitch, I can’t watch Ellen…I have to follow your in ‘Heat’ ass! Follow your ‘Holier Than Thou’ scent…And, beg you to come home!

Diva on Demand with a fur coat…You don’t have to say you love me…Just be close at hand! You don’t have to acknowledge I’m in the room…I will understand!

Polly Anne, dear, over the top, Polly Anne, believe me, believe me, I can’t help but spend my misguided love on you! But believe me…I will hunt you down! in dire moderation!
Cats…love in dire moderation!

I’ve been locked out of Facebook and Twitter and left with just a life-size portrait of you and me an a memory! Life seems dead and smells like a used cat box…WTF…What’s the deal? All that’s left is loneliness and there is nothing left to feel!

So, in ending, Ms. I Breed Better, you don’t have to say, you love me. Just let me be a fan! You don’t have to stay forever. I know I’ll never land a man!

Yours in sisterhood, devoted and with your best interests in mind-

Crazy than a Cat on a Tuna Boat Roof/Cat Lady!

Man is the only animal that blushes...Or, needs to! -Mark Twain
Man is the only animal that blushes…Or, needs to!
-Mark Twain

Flirting with the Devil!

###homage to the ugly bulldog!

He kicks off

He does not stride

It is a precarious ride!

He left his leash out in the rain

A puppies pulpit…

No pain, no gain!

To lie down with dogs is to exercise good common sense!
To lie down with dogs is to exercise good common sense!

He keeps the playing field level.

Flirting with the four-legged devil.

the Canine Home Companoin