Got Gatt?

The weekend was just that. A space of time between Friday and Monday that me wouldn't have called glorious, but it weren't noisome either. Me sat at me desk early Friday morning and went through the motions of a Monster with a purpose, putting up a pot of coffee, opening up the mail and throwing out anything that weren't useful to me which turned out to be just about everything in the pile.

Truth be told, the Monster be having no purpose today. There were nobody knocking on me door asking me questions that me couldn't answer and it were looking as if Me would be spending me day watching the dust settle on the windowsill. It were time fer me to get out into the sunlight and see iffin mother nature be playin tricks on the local weatherman.

The sound me car made when me turned the key in the ignition were reminding me of the way an old woman with emphysema and still smoked two packs of cigarettes talked, rusted and raspy. Me silently told mesself that me were gonna have to get someone to look under the hood sooner than later or Me would be wearin out a lot of shoe leather.

A long drive can be either refreshing iffin ya decide to push the gas hard enough to get the blood moving as you handle mountain hairpin turns or it can be a timeless experience where ya consider everything in ya life reflectin upon the past.

Me be spending me time looking at the roads that brought me to where me be now. There be a lot of intersections and plenty of wrong turns but fer the most part it's been a pretty fun ride even with all the bumps flat, tyres and red lights that can often make the best of trips into a nightmare painted by H.R.Giger.

Me sittin here now and me just finished a long well packed high grade cigarette and a bottle of perfectly chilled beer. There are few pleasures in life that can make a person feel as good as when yer enjoying the vices that you've chosen fer yerself. Raymond Chandler once told me that 'Alcohol is like love', he said. 'The first kiss is magic, the second is intimate, the third is routine.' After that you get to take the girl's clothes off.' He also warned me about hangovers.

Me be kinda wonderin iffin it the rickety wagon me ridin on is worth the trouble it takes to keep it runnin. There's a million ways to make a mistake and each one adds a little more character to us as we figger out ways to avoid the bumps that we spy in the road ahead of us.

Me no outta gas.