August 7, 2022
Today’s Thoughts paper is brought to you by sleep. I’m looking forward to getting some tonight. I’ve dropped a lot of things today. Being tired will do that to you. I’m too tired to have many thoughts. I promise to have more tomorrow.
August 8, 2022
I was going to work today and Charles Manson was in back of me on a Harley Davison motorcycle. I should mention this is our local version of Charles Manson. He lives in a mobile home down from ours, but he is close enough that we always hear his motorcycle coming or leaving. We call him Charlie because he looks just like Charles Manson complete with his out-of-control hair. He’s definitely as crazy as Charles Manson, but he has done more drugs than him because our Charlie is not currently in prison. (Future note: I was a little behind the times. I wrote this five years after Charles Manson died. Once again, I do not watch the news.) Every time I see him, I hope he kills himself. You might notice how this is the reverse of the real Charles Manson. I don’t say it out loud to him, though, because I don’t want him to think I’m saying something nice to him.
The truly horrible part about him is he is a middle-aged man who lives with his mom and sometimes his daughter and granddaughter. Periodically, we hear his daughter screaming obscenities at him. We know it’s about him because he is the only one who fits the description of the hateful words. The worst part of the whole situation is his granddaughter. I have seen her riding a bike in front of our house when I’m doing yard work. She stares at me as if it’s the first time she’s seen a normal person. The strangeness seems to scare her. I don’t see good things for her future.
A weird aspect of Charlie’s rides on his motorcycle are how short they usually are. I was in back of him once at about the area I saw him today and he literally drove part way down the street and made a U-turn and headed back to our houses. Patti and I knew he did this because he would leave sometimes and be back in a few minutes. We figure he doesn’t have enough gas to go anywhere. We know he doesn’t have a job because we know no one would employ him. It looked like he was selling drugs out of his mom’s house at one time, but he apparently wasn’t good at it because he doesn’t do whatever he was doing anymore. Urging him to commit suicide is the most help I’m willing to extend to him.
August 9, 2022
I saw a Toys R Us truck yesterday going over the freeway on a bridge. The words on it had faded over time, and it looked pretty old. I remember being very excited when my parents took me to Toys R Us. There were phases I went through, including action figures, video games, and stuffed animals. I always came with money or knew the limit of what they would buy me. Tough decisions had to be made. I always worried that I would make the wrong ones. Do I buy one really cool toy or several less cool toys? This was the beginning of doing research on every purchase I made as an adult. As soon as I opened the box at home, I regretted my purchase. I should have picked the other one I was looking at. Even toys were anxiety provoking to me as a kid.
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