The Great Horned Owl

Daddy has been fidgety as of late. He scurries out to one of his three cars, retrieves something from the debris kept inside and runs back to the palace. I don't see him driving any of them but he has keys to them and wades through the glove compartment boxes or floorboards of all three .

Usually it is papers but the other day, Great Horned Owl, with the camera brain, was on patrol flying high above. Daddy scurried from the worse of the cars parked across the street with a rectangle, blue plastic holding tray, it had some kind of liquid that he wrung out with a rag from the floorboard. He was in haste and, as always, well dressed, as in slacks, belt, nice shirt and shoes. A kind of Old Euro look. He works in the garden dressed that way, how Old Euro can you get?

Certainly not the look of the hood. The hood is trailer trash in transit. We evolved from a trailer court or soon to go to one. Either way, it's beer guts and women slappin' men folk. I don't slap women, but the gut fits and the beer is replaced with champagne. Still trash, anyway you want to look at it, but hey, I call it home.

What did Daddy want with the drippings left, of some type, in the worse of his cars? What was it that he needed to sop it up and bring it to the palace?

Mean Queen has never been seen in or near the worse of Daddy's cars. She drives some expensive white car. It is never dirty and she never parks in the driveway. The only one of Daddy's cars known to park in the driveway is the V.W. A new V.W. In fact, the white expensive Mean Queen car and the V.W. are the best of Daddy's cars. The other piece of shit that sits here and there looks like a fire was set under the hood, the paint is all warped on top of the hood. It looks like a new car in Baghdad, but not for this neighborhood of soon-to-be-trailer trash that live in Encino.

This could be the beginnings of a terrorist plot in the making, fucking-blow-the-shit-out of everyone-car bomb.

Or, Daddy wanted to punish the driver of the car who pissed or spilled in the car by rubbing their nose in the liquid.

I've asked, Great Horned Owl to patrol again tonight. The entire collective of Trailer-ites is at stake. We have some very interesting prospective trailer-trash living nearby. Just a few doors down and across the street is a guy that wears wife beater shirts and always has one car parked on the front lawn with its guts out.

We don't want to loose people like that, this is America.