THINGS THAT BUG ME .....#1

    OR..TEENSY, INCONSEQUENTIAL HAPPENINGS IN LIFE (THAT SHOULD BE SIMPLY A BLIP ON YOUR RADAR),  BUT NOOOOO....THEY LURK THERE IN YER NOGGIN, AND PERIODICALLY PRESENT THEMSELVES AS ENORMOUS AND PAINFUL EVENTS.

OR...PLEASE.  Can someone PLEASE erase this part of my otherwise empty brain?  
      Do all of us experience this phenomenon?  Please don't tell me I'm the only one.  Some of these events have haunted me.  I'm hoping you have some too...if not, then I'm even more vacuous than I thought.   HERE'S HOW IT GOES...  

     These carefully blocked out monsters pop into your head...oh...maybe a couple of times a year.  You're most likely going about our business in your usual reckless manner, trimming your bangs or sumptin'.  And BOOM.

       It's that irksome memory.  Just as if it were freshly baked yesterday.  Here's one of mine..., so you don't feel so all alone.  

WHY I LIVE IN FLORIDA - #1

Ok, did ANYONE observe the passing of lil' Mr. Houghtaling this past year?  GOOD GOD y'all, dontcha  have an INKLING?  This is the MAN. The man who invented the MAGIC FINGERS BED. The quarter driven deity which brought exhausted no tell/motel dwellers 15 minutes of "tingling relaxation and ease". The man who invented the VIBRATING MATTRESS for goodness sake. The man who (most pertinently),  lived right down the street from me.  yup.  WHY didn't i KNOW this? 
    I could have made pilgrimages, and performed bowings and scrapings.  SHEESH.   Allright..listen UP. This is a big, huge, Nostradamus-like marker. It's the begining of the end of western civilization. Sure as shootin' IS. Welll....this, and that bad, bad painful snatching of our inherent right to smoke a fag (during the downing of as many cocktails as we could possibly pour down our gullets) IN the plane.  DAMMMMM.