I'm still blown away by the free gas this morning. Maybe this was Karma's payback to me.
I've helped a bunch of people here. Four different homeless people, at least, I got Gina, the young lady stranded in Veterans Park, some ID and into a group home in Columbia.
One afternoon some polite young teenagers approached me in the park, asking for gas money. I told them I wouldn't give them cash, but I would drop gas money off with my pretty Indian friend behind the counter at TazMart.
Yea, I'm an old stoned drunk, but I'm also a nice guy. I help others, without an agenda or ulterior motive.
I would have done exactly what those ladies at the gas pumps did. And that woman pumping my gas for me was delicately topping my tank up to the top until it could hold not a drop more, while trying to reach the fuel max of 35 gallons per transaction, for just one dollar. She fell just short.
Girls, if we ever meet again, please allow me to buy you dinner!
I just got a free tank of gas at our local store! I picked up supplies this morning, then drove around to the pumps. As I pulled up to my regular number 5, two women approached me from the adjacent one, a very nice local lady and her visiting daughter.
They were just finishing fueling their vehicle and they excitedly told me it's pumping at two cents a gallon, the total had topped off at $.77, and I should take advantage of it.
So I did, the daughter moved their vehicle forward while the lady stood there holding the pump. By the time I got out and walked around she already had the cap off and was pumping.
I tried to give them some money, but when my tank was full, it was just $1.00, and she had it covered. Two tanks filled up for a buck, and we had a nice chat while the lady stood there and pumped my gas. I always get the low grade, maybe she was pouring Premium into my tank!
It was a very nice thing to do, and I told them I would pay it forward somehow. I also feel no guilt, I've been shopping there for going on six years now and I've watched my store bills almost double. Karma has jumped in and rewarded my loyalty with free gas.
A view from the chair opposite mine. A scruffy old dude, hasn't shaved or cleaned up since Erica at the Beauty College quite a while back.
This is me now...
What a strange life I live as an old single man in a small Southern Tennessee house at the end of a dead end street.
It's real peaceful, I leave my door open all day and the only sounds are the highway to my right, and my neighbors little kids playing to my left.
I have the freedom to be myself, smoke my pipe in my doorway, have a fucking drink or three, and write, and share!
And I just had a revolution! So much is made about the two person relationship that lasts forever, great. But there is a lot to be said about living alone, as a friend to a few, open about who you really are, and doing whatever the fuck you want to do, when you want to!
Without another to feel guilty about. There is no other, probably never will be. It's just me, single and all alone!
It really is an amazing form of freedom and I'm learning to love and accept it.
The important family members in my life are my son Riley with his family, and my grand-daughter Shelby. We all had a wonderful time in Nashville last Summer, and connections were solidified.
I have fourteen grand-children, some great grand-children, all with families and stories. Wake up guys, you have a real grandfather, still alive!
I would love to establish a relation with all of you, share your life with me and I will share it to the world thru my blog until I die.
In the process, learn what I'm leaving behind.
Shelby, share this!
It's noon and I'm drunk and stoned. Any thoughts about adventure that involves driving, dashed.
I had the breakfast buffet at Square 40, one round, so food made it on down this morning.
It's a nice cool 54° day and my front door is wide open. I haven't seen my neighbor at all yet, he's got a case of White Car Syndrome.
It occurs when the white car is in the driveway, which means his wife is there. They live in separate places and she drops by occasionally.
God only knows what goes on over there? They could be snuggling down to NetFlix, bickering in the kitchen, or doing the deed!
I spent yesterday morning with one friend, and made another, the guy up the road with the lifted truck. We left there and ended up back at my place where we partied on into the afternoon.
A lady dropped by and swooped him up. After he left another friend dropped by, carrying a fifth of Southern Comfort in a brown paper bag. I've never had it before, so I opened it and we drank.
Interesting stuff, and shortly the bottle was half empty. After he left, Daniel dropped by. He stuck his nose up at it, and refused a shot. This is a man who drinks Fireball on occasion.
That's the last thing I remember...
The owner/creator's front walk around of his cool lifted truck, shooting with my Pocket 2.
Four of these little spinning things, cost a cool grand.
I've been hangin with a friend, watching video on my big screen and talking to my Echo. I asked her, per my friends request, what is Artificial Intelligence?
She went on to explain the science in technical terms but suddenly, the walk down the beach in Rio with the women in skimpy bikinis on the big screen changed, and a YouTube selection of videos about AI, was presented.
My Echo and my TV are friends. I appreciate and respect their friendship, but I'm cautious.
To present a selection of videos on my screen based on a question I asked my Echo, is amazing! Of course you have to have your TV on YouTube, but I can adjust her volume anytime, turn her On and Off, with just a voice command.
Made a new friend up in Summertown with a beautiful tricked out lifted Chevy Tahoe.
Lifted in the front, adjustable in the back.
And of course the front is also adjustable.
Spacious and open.
And the little spinning things in the middle of each chrome wheel, cost $250 each.
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