The Red River Campaign

Guy was standing in the Cemetery yesterday in Reading Kansas looking at his  Tombstone...

he was remembering the Red River Campaign of the Civil War, he was there... with his two sons, they were wounded even at the battle of Winchester yes the Red River Campaign it was a failure for the Union, of course he was there it was a failure, there were some real funny fuckers in that battle a deadly lot with a sense of humor still.... 'Those were the days my friend, we thought they would never end'  you know that song right?

The night before that, Guy had time traveled to Detroit he was two doors down from the Ansonia Hotel... Not the one in New York where he was born but the one in Detroit that stands abandoned today.

There was a group of us actors life's portrayers and actresses .. or are they actors now? Guy is not sure about being politically correct...  ah well who gives a long slow fuck anyway...?  Flight attendants... Stewardesses whatever they all work and any will do.

Anyway Danny DiVito was on a spectacular rage.... he was being awful though I suppose truthful at our  lack luster performance... not one ticket sold... he ranted.......

But, Lets do it again just do it fucking right this next time.

Guy wandered over to the now abandoned Ansonia Hotel... in the downstairs was a black man  the watch keeper guarding suitcases  that had belonged to the long gone past tenants........

All in a line a neat row.. he found a blue one that belonged to his mother, inside was bric a brac... mementos of the past.. letters, this and that,  an old pair of eye glasses   ... interesting oh look! a sentimental photo.

The play completely sucked by most standards, but still there was something... A spark you could say.

Like a button you could push on Face Book to receive 19 awards.... an Award Button, just push.

Ethical Bars sponsored by here..... easily fallible .

A minds eye view not quite ready yet.

Fast forward 152 years

Guy is living in a post card perfect Costa Rica, sometimes things get stolen by leprechauns here where they doll out servings of madness.... in return.

A place of know it all's that contradict themselves while stealing little pouches of  your gold.

Here have some... a dose of madness that is..... take a handful....

Here is a tip from Guy  or somewhere.....   "We never escape ourselves"  So scoot over sweetie lets you and I have a chat.

There There Swallow..... a pat on the back and an atta Boy.. or  atta Girl.

Spend your life waiting for someday....

Oh it comes out all right .......  Just ask the dead.

Wisdom is like cooked corn kernels all chewy and yellow caught inbetween  your teeth

Go ahead smile brilliant for the camera.

While Guy stands in the Cemetery and looks at his own tombstone in Reading Kansas,
and recalls the,
                             Red River Campaign.