gold chains are vegas

anyway anglingnews.com, how would that look on a t-shirt....

lordy lordy tommorrow i have to be at al's cafe for meeting breakfast becoming a tradition of the dd group....the sec. will hand over check to verdigre creek defense fund, (iampresident) and ah well ahum then i will hand the money to ah the front person and he will ah well ah give it to juney.....called the trail of evidence in my muli-lateral intertwined corporations in a shell like circumference of off shore securities and war supplies and of course if all cools down real fast then i will have a healthy selection of war surplus items i think some folks will be interested in, sure it is a bit scruffed, but hey they ain't makin gas masks as fast as they need em and remember the government always goes with the lowest bidder, just fact o life jack, walk up smell the coffee burnin and until the next war the stuff can sit in storage for years and years cheap, no lights or heat, just store it and cash it in the next time around, hell the whole fruitlooped world is pissed at us for something, these things are gonna keep happenning like cyclical locusts and habitual criminals. just cost o doin business in vegas man. it is the millennium, chances are more than lightening strike you and some lawyer are gonna tangle before the year is out. just a litigious times we got here mac, as the great patriot and innovative car guy lee ioccocco said drunk in reno on july 15, 1993 said to me kenn, i wipe my ass with lawyers....and ya know the look in his eye the total slack look in his jaw and the glint off his gold tooth, i just knew he wasn't bullshitting me. and i took it as a truth.

i think he really did.

not that i would. i think that is wrong and a waste of education.

but lee, that guy, god i could tell ya stories...but lee was a light hitter compared to fat marty...fat marty is the wise man you crawl up the mountain to ask your cosmic question....the buddhayouknew knew just by standing in front of you in a hawaiin shirt clashing with the blue sky blue water dazzle sizzle of a Mojave day on lake mead.....and the shorts too short for an old white guy...unless he was rich and could pull it off by lots of young women running around...and sure gold chains are vegas they only really mean anything as totem except in vegas and of course some folks think that in the bronx, say for an example, gold chains mean something, but no they don't in comparison. just don't. just go to both places, spend some time, observe empirically what i am saying...only in vegas is the meaning evident...

but i digress.

fat marty said things at sunset like "ya know bay, i live a charmed life. a charmed, charmed life." and bam right at that moment the sun set bam behind the volcanic littered mountains surounding us in the mojave sudden night. and bam behind me fat marty's three decker houseboat luxery lake mead's finest cruiser's photovoltaic sensing system sensed that it was dark and hit the internal lil computer switch in it's electronics innards turned on the generator and everylight on the mega-yacht went on with a audio whoooooooooopppp. we were bathed in light, me and fat marty...i was speechless. the sound system the size of a medium size radio station blasted into playing dean martin's greatest hits...and the three large large ceiling fans on the upper deck where sent whirring awaiting the dancers on the dance floor, and later somebody slipped on some reggae and i turned as marty walked out into the water up to his chin, holding his beer above the liquid lake, just a head floating suspended in h2o. holding up the beer like a grail. water like a warm friendly toasty bath, or a hot tub shaped like a thousand mile shoreline lake, and he said, go up and dance, "but before ya go rookie, one for the road...a friend is a present you give to yourself."

i turned toward the blazing lights and whirring cooling blades and thought of ice tinkling in a glass, and the riddim blasting out of the kind of speakers reserved for theaters or medium sized amphitheaters, and slowly climbed the steps to the 3rd deck and the party lights blinking and the laughter echoed out into the mojave sudden night.

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