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Just took a long walk with the dogs and saw the freakiest person I've ever encountered. She was like a ghost. It was at the Intemann trail head near Ruxton Ave. She came out from the trail and was covered in a patchwork of blankets one over her head like a shawl or burka... It was getting dark so it was hard to see her really well until we came close to each other. I said hello and all the sudden I got the willies bad... Bear starts a low rumble which he never really does. She smiles a bit towards me... kinda... in her right hand she's holding a dead cat by the scruff of the neck close to her... and she headed back into the trail off in the darkness.

Last night's story.

So after my hockey game last night I stopped by Kev's house. Both of
us are at the end of our stashes for the evil devil weed. I'd been
looking to not get anymore and stay out for a while to take a needed
break. During the course of our conversation Kev decides that he too
is ready face life a bit more clear so he says something to the effect
of 'hey, let's just finish up what I have and be done with it in one
nice swoop.' So we smoked the last of his really really good stuff
that he had. So I was pretty well set for the evening when I left to
head home. Now there's no way I can defend driving stoned so I'm not
going to try except to mention that most regular smokers will tell you
if anything they become grandmas and pay extra close attention while
driving. As I'm driving over the Colorado Street bridge. I see a cop
waiting to turn onto the road in the same direction I'm going. As I
pass he pulls in behind me. I make sure to stay around the speed
limit, but sure enough the lights go on. Shit!!!!!!!!
I pull over in front of the old Hide and Seek and wait to see what
happens. Cop comes up, greets me and then says that he pulled me over
because I don't have a front license plate.
Now this is something that I've recently become aware of being a
violation of city ordinance. As I had read about a traffic stop for
the same reason that lead to a bust for something else on the city's
online police blotter a few weeks before.
I truthfully explained to the cop that I had just learned of the fact
and had gotten new screws to attach the plate which I happened to have
in the truck with me. He asked for my papers. I get my license, reg
and insurance info out. I am looking at two different slips for my
insurance. One says valid 9-2004 - 3-2005 and the other says valid
3-2005 - 9-2005. I'm a bit stoney and kinda freaked out so of course
I hand him the wrong one. He says "Do you have a newer one, this is
out of date?" I hand him the other. He asks if I still live on
Platte like all my info says and I tell him that I'm now living in
Manitou. He chuckles and says he won't hold it against me. At this
point I want to show him that I'm cool and collected so I try to make
some small talk about when I moved to Manitou. Except worry is now
getting the better part of me and I can't remember if the word "moved"
is correct. So my mind is now racing trying to analyze what I'm
saying to keep from stammering and what not and it's not going all
that well, which is causing me to start to panic even more as I feel
like he's going to notice that I'm starting to seem freaked. So it's
like a snowball that builds and I know I'm going to screw it all up if
I don't settle down. Luckily he leaves to check out my info. I turn
the radio back up a bit as he's in the car and Jane's Addiction helped
do the trick. Pretty soon I was collected and bobbing my head along to
"Had a Dad" and I'm no longer fretting about the cop or appearing too
stoned. He comes back up and I turn off the stereo and he tells me
that all checks out and that he's not going to give me a ticket.
Sorry to have stopped me, but little things like this lead to finding
other things like drunk drivers and whatnot. The comedian in me
wanted to say "Yeah like I totally thought you were going to bust me
for being stoned out of my gourd." But common sense won that round.
We then spend a few minutes chatting about whether I've seen any
witches in Manitou. And he tells me about going to to a supposed
haunted house up in Cripple Creek and how each of us doesn't really
believe in ghosts but if we saw proof we'd accept the phenomenon. In
the end he thanked me and said he enjoyed chatting with me.
I went on home and cleaned my shorts.

Day before yesterday's story

Went to the doc as up until the night before last I had been in a lot of pain. Felt like someone had punched me in the solar plexus fifteen minutes ago. This was also causing my torso muscles to seize up bad. For most of a week life was very uncomfortable.
Doc is thinking either an ulcer or a problem with my gall bladder. He gave me some pills for an ulcer then I have to schedule a gall bladder ultrasound. Also did blood/urine work. He's going to see me again in
two weeks. Best part is he doesn't want to give me anything for the pain or discomfort. Doesn't want to mask it in case it gets worse and I need to go to the ER. Makes sense, but sucks.

That was written back when the pain was there. Luckily it abated and has been cool since. From what I've read about gall stones that's keeping in line with how they operate. Plus the rapid weight loss and gain and loss I've been doing going on and off a low carb diet can lead to them... so we'll see when the tests get done. I'm just thankful to not be feeling like I did.

Hope y'all are all having a blast out there!



Pain's back and it sucks! ;-)