Does Shit Fly?

It sure as shit does. Fact. I can verify that shit does actually fly, Wally is losing his knowledge of toilet practice and Depends is what I catch the shit and piss in. The piss isn't so bad. Think I'll use one myself making the trips to pee a thimble full unnecessary.

And the shit? Well the Depends is dependable. It catches shit but it doesn't keep it from flying. The reason? You have to take it off and dispose of the shit filled diaper. That's when it flies and boy does it. 
Shit flies in your face, on your clothes, on the walls, floor, sink and anywhere it can find refuge.

Shit likes to stay on you. It is what shit was made for. Good shit, got some bad shit, that's total shit and shit dude, are a few examples of how shit sticks. But to stick it has to fly.

That's the mystery. How does shit fly? I don't know, I just know that when I clean up Wally, there is  shit everywhere. It's not like I'm messy, shit no, but shit goes everywhere when I do. Fortunately we have a tiled bathroom, I can practically take the garden hose in and if there was a drain the middle, wash the shit away but there is no drain the middle of the floor it's is in the bathtub.

A good chlorine rinse after my shit duty is mandatory. It gives me a clean feel. That and Carmen who comes once a week and scrubs the shit out of the bathroom.

I'm so use to shit now, it doesn't bother me anymore, shit no.

Life in the Gaza Strip

To the left are Jews from Israel in their palace. To the right are Iranian Muslims in their tent. And we are between in the Gaza Strip. Not wanted by either but tolerated--to an extent. We offer eggs to the Jews for peace and get sour oranges. We offer produce to the Muslims for peace and get nothing but a thanks, not even invited in. And that pretty well describes Gaza here or in the Middle East. 

We is the fags of the hood. Stinking Palestinians that no one wants. And Fuck them I say.  What we do is party. Party Party Party on the weekend. It don't matter what the weather, we party hearty. Drink, barbecue and play country on the Boze. There is banter and laughter and cards. Penny a point and plenty of beer. When the weather permits we do it outside, out in the patio in the middle of our fairyland garden. With flowers and vegetables, grapes and  bubbling fountain.

They have each other. Justice prevails.