Everyone, have a good Memorial Day Weekend. I wish I had a picture of my dad. He was in the army. Imagine that. An artist and in the army. Quite a contrast. Oh, here. I found it.
Oh man! Summertimes, I forget what a nightmare it is to be in the wheelchair. I’ll explain what I’m talking about.
So when you’re in the wheelchair, you’re pretty much at the height of a human ass. I was at the food store in line, ready to check out. There was an old guy in front of me with a baggy pair of Levi’s. Now when I say old, I mean real old. So allow me to editorialize a bit. It’s kind of nasty. I was sitting in line, and the guy let rip the biggest fart you’ve ever imagined right in my face. It sounded like an inner tube filled with air just below the surface of some water and the inner tube was repeatedly stabbed with a large hunting knife. It was so bad I thought I was gonna throw up. Then, the smell came. I won’t editorialize on that. I’ll spare you the details, but the guy could have cleared a stadium, much less a store. It was so bad, I asked my health assistant if I still had eyebrows! The old guy left the store without any fraction of an apology. Then everyone started staring at me as if I did it. I thought, sure, blame the guy in the wheelchair. Anyway, that was just another beautiful moment in the life of a man in a wheelchair. Life is hard enough, but then when you add something like this beautiful moment… it almost makes it humorous.
I don’t have much else to say. Both of my brakes on my wheelchair don’t work. That makes life interesting. My friends are coming over for a glass of rosé. I might break out a big glass.
Love and miss you guys. Have a good weekend.
Love, B .Nice