Route 66 and me

The following post is comprised of random thoughts, statements and observations made by bro Paul yesterday evening whilst he was somewhat still in the arms of Morpheus.

    

Current update, after the chemo he took a down turn, seems he might have been hanging around nasty girls or something, he has a staph infection on the drug highway that he is getting treated for now.

So, as he is installed in the doc box for a few more days, his boredom level is eclipsed only by the pain in his back. He stridently wanted me to let you fine readers know he is up for phone calls, 8 to 8, break up his day,  call him.  It’s OK, call him.

Take note, if he is really down or not in the best of sprits just say hey and get off the phone. He’ll likely let you know if he’s not up to a call.  Direct number -à  1 -806 -725 – 3774

Now for the drug induced ramblings of a somewhat deranged mind,  his and mine.

That damn highway is a national monument, venerated by thousands,  the go to stop on life’s highway.

The damn highway, route 66 a travel icon.  Now Paul’s at age AGE  66,  but that is where he noticed that the rules have changed. One thing for sure, he’s not a national monument, venerated by thousands, he’s just Paul.

Things hurt more at age 66. Getting drunk at a younger age meant an inconvenient hang over when you went to work the next morning.  Sort of a daily verification that work sucks.

At age 66 you don’t go to work, you be retired so you can get drunk and not have to worry about the next day. Except the hangovers’ lasts for an addition two or more days.

Paul seems to take the fact he no longer has working days he has the right to stay drunk. He might be on to something, another way to challenge this otherwise unpleasant rough road he travels.

As Paul remarked; “No more non working days, it’s a sign from the internet gods  that I should stay drunk during this ordeal”.   He might be on to something.

Shift geasr,  Paul then went  on to brag on Amber,  he was rambling at this point in time but something about kicking ass and going home in the same day.

 Making him look like the woos, He wanted a big shout out to Amber,  and I concur, way to kick charleys ass Amber!!

Shortly after that discourse Paul announced it was past his bed time, said he needed his beauty sleep and if I was up at 3 or 4 in the morning to give him a call, he’d love to talk.

FYI,  today I checked back with him, he recanted the 3-4AM call window.  But he would love to hear from you. So call!!

All comments greatly appreciated

Shout out to Amber

Voca me , ego sum ​​paulo sobrium