No matter what time of day I decide to get in the truck and go someplace, inevitably I will have to wait for a car or multiple cars to pass before i can proceed. Yet every time I am outside I hardly see a car pass by. If I do, I guess I don't notice them. Maybe that's it; I live on a freeway... a damn freeway. I'll be living by a freeway soon enough.

The Police - Spirits in the Material World

I have yet to historically hear about or see any evidence of "things" going with us when we die. There is no record anywhere that shows how money and things get to move with us along our next journey. Yet, while we are trapped in these temporary bodies none of us chose we are compelled as human being to compete for rewards such as trophies, jobs, etc. I remember being in junior baseball. Those days were fantastic! I learned the importance of practice and preparation. I learned how to lose and more importantly how to win. There was a romance in life during those days that will never be topped for me. I know I am not alone as there are many people today who owe much of what they have to the experiences they had playing a team sport. We later on forget that much of what made us a success at one thing also has allowed us to distance ourselves from the things that have real and true meaning in our lives. We see it all the time when people become the very definition of what it means to be successful. We associate "things" with being successful. We see things for more than the symbols they are as we seek out ways to bypass altogether the lessons we learned at a young age... in some capacity. Successful people do the things they love and enjoy doing. They DO the things they enjoy and love doing, DOING. They understand things are to be used... not displayed like banners in a hall.

I was in bed, on my back just sweating it out. I was cold and shaking. The visions were clear as hell. I saw a green man in a suit climbing the sides of stacked plastic storage containers, the heavy duty kind with holes all over. He couldn't have been taller than 2 inches, but who knows. He kept looking back at me and smiling until one moment when he ran a rope down with a noose toward my face. He was smiling really bright. Sometimes everything would run in reverse. He would go up and down and all around backwards and forwards. I could feel my heart pounding. God dammit all I needed was a drink!

The Rover

When you first get into coin searching for errors, you really want to believe that every single 1969s you come across is a doubleddie coin. Over time, every 1970s you see becomes a small date version; which is impossible to find damn it! I have to say however, not since I was a kid have I had so damn much fun. I can put some tunes on, grab a soda, sit naked in my chair with my coin scope in hand and just one by one check em all out. I really like, well, I don't do banks so, anyways, I like to go to a bank and buy a box of pennies or nickels. For some tellers, it's a serious problem for them to walk to the vault and have to carry a box of anything, anywhere... because they're used to lifting large boxes of bullshit all day! Interestingly, a neighbor stopped by to purchase a couple of smokes last night. I never take money for smokes. What comes around goes around. But something told me to take it. Sure enough what I found was what I believe to be an error coin. I mean, I could go through a hundred rolls of coinage and not come across such an error. I don't even know if it's a known variety or just machine doubling. In any case, it's different.

Helmet - Milquetoast