Sequal to Despacito

John C. Chance had a fatiguing morning... poor John.... Poor Poor John, aggravating himself over other peoples problems... it should really be no consequence to his well being he thought ......... or maybe he just needed to exercise better cooperation  self control and caring for all the dear others.......

It was so nice when he pulled into the old park by the Bahia Honda Bridge.. he could only imagine the multitude of good times he and thousands of others over the last 90 plus  years had experienced in what he now referred to as 'The Hole'  the old abandoned roadside park...............in use years before the new highway was constructed... with inferior concrete , always blowing out and being patched...

He strung his hammock between the upper door jam of his tired little truck with a  Silver topper and bald tires... and a broken tail light lens.. he loved that little truck so....  line tied to one of the lower branches of the nearby Gumbo Limbo tree... he had to climb up off of the elevated concrete slab and into the crotch of the tree  full of empty beer bottles , his blue worn flip flops on careful not to slip he slung the parachute cord that came with the hammock over the branch... it reminded him briefly of a noose..... thankfully  a fleeting thought  he then hooked the carabiner clips to either end.. and climbed into the two person hammock...   alone and let out a glorious lengthy sigh..............

5- 10 minutes elapsed into his bliss  before  three vehicles simultaneously pull in... ... two pickups and a mini van... out pours a band of Cubans...... soon the stove is out and lit and the frying pan is full of oil...  a tubby cuban woman is now resting on the slab just beneath his hammock sprawled out in  the position of a  resting dog.... his sandals  inches away from her back... how unusual he thought to himself.... I guess their culture does not recognize personal space as such.....as  in American Society... or his version of it,  They his own personal Space Invaders......... well it was a Park... after all he offered himself...  reasoning.  They were just having a good time....

Then the beautiful music began.....  the Song Despecito rumbled out of the speakers all distorted as the amplifier overpowered the woofers....  Nice.... he though to himself.... the oil was  now popping and in went the undersized snapper and cute little lobster tails............. perfect for a chilled jumbo shrimp cocktail .....  he murmured  to himself.

It was now time for John  C. Chance to go home and sit in the air conditioning and write down this account and bitch about the Wi Fi  faulting  in and out..... that is being stolen  from over at the  neighbors.

the  Sequal to Despacito.

Barbados Cherries and Florida White Butterflies....... Home.

Subtle changes:  We are or may be going through......

You don't see too many Barbados Cherries but where they are they seem to be fruiting........

and down in the old roadside park yesterday... thousands literally thousands of the Florida White Butterfly.

All these localized little thunder storms and associated showers have been popping up here and there... as the weather forecasters  throw   their calls like the rolling of dice  to speak or bark out like unknowing dogs.......... I guess that is proof it is hard to be right  or very accurate all the time or any of the time....  I revel in glee at their error.

Heavens!  NO......... fellow mankind is wrong..........'But can't possibly be'  sounds hauntingly familiar on numerous fronts    'these days'  or just my perception  I suppose?

Wow! there was actually a place to park at Bahia Honda State Park... nice of the International tourists...to ' scooch'  over an inch......... for me,   I am indebted  forever........

I took it upon myself to have an almost at length conversation with the entrance booth Ranger , he had big round eyes....about how it was and why it took so long to collect the entrance fees?..... whilst I was holding up a number of cars behind my old wobbly truck myself........ it brought me the utmost joy........... as I glanced in the rear view mirror ... so satisfying............ gabbing on............ sitting at a stand still... engine switched off............

He told me it was due to the use of International Credit Cards.......  no one travels with cash these days  they prefer .... they prefer to swipe.....you see?  their magnet strips  , apparently .

Maybe most use vitamin E infused toilet paper as well?

An old long time friend of mine is moving.... the joys of it,  so the last three days I found myself over his way helping to move his treasured wood scraps...  of white oak, mahogany, and cedar,  bulky pieces of furniture and some potted plants  inclusive of a Lignum Vitae ........ the ever slow growing extreme hardwood... they used to make bearings out of .

I love boiling over in the heat.... what are friends for after all, and Gatorade?

It was nice of him to give me an extra mainsail for my little Queen Mary and a beautiful extra tiller handle made of fine Mahogany .. well that is the kind of guy he is......... and the kind of guy I am.

Watching the lower Keys unfold......... lurking.

Barbados Cherries and Florida White Butterflies....... Home.

Universal Time and Law

I do what I do.

Mr. Chance are there negative ions in space? Those are the ones that are supposed to make you feel good right?

You know the ones in abundance ............ like at the Beach or a river, lake or a Hot Springs........
I mean, that is why most of humanity flocks to those places at times...... isn't it? In pursuit of the feeling good aspect?

Oh, Mr. Chance,  By the way, do you reserve the right to know where you actually come from?

I did not like the Black Demons up on the roof top.... thrusting themselves down...  and breaking their body's  then  climbing back up and into my personal space once again, showing their sharpened teeth at me.... and then again for the
 second and third times..... casting themselves down, down, into the  darkness below with all that broken concrete and rebar jutting up through the rubble.........  The three of them surrounded me....... and jumped  again and again ......... and  there you were Mr. Chance confronting them and all those threats they were making....... with their mouths closed.

Did you experience that feeling of wanting to RUN?  as fast as you could,  Mr. Chance?

You know, Mr. Chance from those Demons up there on the rooftop........ encircling you...

Can you tell me about Universal Law and Smug Worlds,  Mr. Chance?

What about  Last nights Dream............?  any takes? You know your opinion... the one that counts in Universal time and Law.......