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Tuesday, June 19, 2012

The Help

Friends are great, they are and will do many things for you, however there is a limit. We have two friends in particular that could use a little extra cash. So, in return for staying with Wally for a few hours  each week to let me get out, we gave them some cash. Not a lot of money, thirty, forty dollars for a few hours of spouse-sitting at a time but it hasn't really worked out.

Here is our  dilemma,  it was a rather startling awakening. Wally, a few years back suddenly became short of breath, and I took him to Kaiser emergency. They kept him for a week in the hospital and because I didn't want him tied down, his dementia and he wanted to find me, I stayed with him on a very uncomfortable lounge chair. During our stay at Kaiser in Woodland Hills, I have to mention the particular hospital because it is one of the nicer Kaiser's facilities and you would think be of better service.

Not so.

While there, we had a nice large room with a shower and separate toilet and sink. Large window that had no view but that was okay, what wasn't was the help. Those people with mops and brooms that keep the floor of the room clean was to be done by a woman from Poland. Nothing wrong with that but our room began to stink of piss. Wally, in the middle of the night would get up to use the toilet and of course pee along the way. Not a lot, but dribble that over days of not being mopped began to stink.

When I complained about it they sent this woman to our room who began to lecture us on the evils of homosexuality. In her country it would not be tolerated and it was against god. She did clean the floor during the entire lecture and it was obvious why she didn't before because we must be infected with AIDS and god knows what sinful disease god rendered unto the wicked, as she put it. Wally and I are both HIV neg. If it would matter in a fucking hospital.

After that experience, I didn't want anyone taking care of Wally unless we knew them or they were at least gay.  Oh, old gay people? If you're reading this, and suddenly find yourself in need of care, slash your throat rather than go to straights for it. Especially religious heterosexuals.

I put an ad on Craig's list. Twice actually but the second time brought a very nice young man. Gay, he goes to the local university, CSUN.  After having him over and watching him handle Wally, I can now go for a bike ride or a movie and know Wally will be fine. They got along very well. He is a very consciences young man, strong too and had no problem getting Wally up or walking him. 

If anyone thinks that because of a religious point of view, it is okay to deny treatment, mistreat or abuse someone because that particular religion does not tolerate them,  I say this.

GO FUCK YOURSELF!

Monday, June 11, 2012

The House Across the Street

It's a grey square house. As a kid I burned my eyebrows and eyelashes off when we lit a pile of gunpowder we removed from various firecrackers on fire in front of the house. That was over fifty years ago. But the house has always been strange.

The last renters had a sheriff's swat team out. Guns, flak jackets, the works. The family directly across from us and next door to the grey house moved their kids to the far end of their home. Nothing happened, no spray of bullets or tear gas bombs but the swat team was there for a few hours.

Wally and I were taking a walk a couple of weeks ago and went by the house on our way home. There was a slapping noise and the voice of a male followed by screams of help from a woman. I took Wally in the house and was about to call the cops when a car showed up with two guys in it. The woman came running out of the house and right then cops showed up with rifles as big as bazookas. The guy that rented the house knew what the cops wanted, laid down on the sidewalk and after handcuffed and taken away, has never came back.

The house is again, up for rent.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

U-Verse TV

It's pretty cool. I'm sitting outside, working the blog, a meat pie is baking in the toaster oven on the patio and we're watching the Clubs. All while scratching my balls, swatting flies and drinking beer.  It's way better than sitting inside for some reason. Probably long hours in the winter with the cold.

The ATT guy could have been more attractive. But this way, I paid attention to the instructions which soon lost me. There are so many things you can do with it. One thing to do is move the wireless device in back of the television so that it doesn't pick up the remote and then click your ass off until you call the tech guy and he asks, "Where is the wireless box located?"

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Jawbone


Review by Kat Yares, author of,  Vengeance is Mine, Journeys into the Velvet Darkness - Revealed Evil
If you've been reading horror for as long as I have (early 70s), you know that most of what is written today is either a:) zombies or vampires or b:) heavy on guts and gore with no plot. Jawbone is different. Sure it has guts and gore, but it also has a fantastic story and characters that you can relate too.

Jawbone is classic horror. Gleich has created characters not normally found in today's fiction. Each main character is flawed in their own particular way and those flaws seamlessly help propel the story forward. As with the well-developed characters of the story, the descriptive passages of the book will spark all of your senses to the point of being almost able to smell, touch, hear and see everything that is happening. This is one of those stories that draws the reader into the world of the narrative and making it real. The author's style is almost literary in its approach.

Combining Native American myth with real world characters makes Jawbone a must read for anyone who truly loves the horror genre. 

I've been so busy as late that I haven't been here or at my website. I think things have calmed down enough that I can get back to business.  The book will be out in paperback in about a week. It will also be available at  Damnation Books, Amazon, Barnes and Noble and independent book stores.  If you pick up a copy let me know how you liked and the story and, if you want, leave a review. Thanks.