my damn house is gone if you want to call it a house.

bam bam bam bam!!!!!!
"is this the residence of John Macrackin, john we know your in there"
who the hell is this waking me up this damn early in he morning its like 12 pm.
a man in a black baseball cap stood in front of the door listening to the sounds with in the trailer tentatively. the baseball cap was low on his forehead shielding his eyes from the light and a clipboard rest on his right hip.
i open the door.
" im sorry sir but the residence you are living in is violating several health codes and you must vacate the premises"
"how can you tell me how to live this is america, we are free here!"
"its not you sir that we are worried about, its watershed heights"
there is a large infestation of rats and other critters living in your house. we are going to have to destroy your home at approximately 8 pm tomorrow night you have 24 hours to pack your belongings."
"but what about all my stuff, i've been living in here for years no, ever since i came back from over seas" this was the first tie i had ever felt powerless, pathetic. I started to tear up because a bead of sweat dripped into my eyes, well i want to blame it on the bead of sweat cause real men don't cry i ain't never cried in my whole life but i aint never had some one kick me outta my house, my home.

road kill pie

Now everyone knows what its like to live like me. I have never had power even when i was a kid, i was a mountain boy, if i want to see at night when i walk outside to pee i better light a candle. Shit i still use a candle when i go outside to pee, only difference is i am peeing on concrete apposed to leaves. hahaha look at all these nubes, no one is even using a candle they are all wondering around in one direction, i wonder where they are going. i stand up out of my fold up chair and i see a orangey light coming form the pie shops, do they have candles.

holy shit what is that smell, smell like my grandmas road kill pie, the best pie in the world!
ill never forget my first experience with finding the ingredients for the pie, i got to get the main part the filling but i cheated i will tell you. but first i will start from the beginning. grandma had sent me on a mission, similar to the ones i went on in nam, except it wasnt charlie i was looking for it was some road kill. now we lived in the mountains life i said before so there weren't many cars driven around on the road so it is pretty hard to find some road kill. i walked down the mountain about 40 miles and there was nothing. i really wanted to try to new form of pie but if i didn't get the filling then grandma would beat me and i would go to bed very hungry. i saw a rock on the side o the road and sat down taking a long swig from my canteen, the water was so refreshing. how was i going to find some road kill if no one is going to hit an animal. i know i will do it myself i will go into the ofrest and find me an animal kill it then bring it back to grandma.

it was starting to get dark so visibilty was scarce, then bam a streak of white rushed behind a bush. i start running after the animal not sure what i could be i pounce sa it darts from behind a tree, i got it, a nice a plump rabbit, i put him outta misery and start walking back to the shack singing i got me some road kill i got me some road kill, but then i start thinking i didn't even kill him on the road grandma will notice that there aint no dirt on em when i bring him inside. i drop the rabbit to the ground kick him around a few times and there we go problem solved. now later that night, damn best pie i ever had.

#8 The food

i feel pretty damn hungry, all i eat is crappy food, its like eating back in Nam. i think Im going to go get some waffles that would be good.

ten minutes later.......

Ding ding

i hate the way those doors ding when you walk in as if its necessary to announce to everyone "I'm here, I've come into the restaurant" maybe if the waiters pay attention they wouldn't need a damn bell, who is this little ginger walking towards me.

"how many are eating with you sir"
i look around, side to side. "how many you fucking think"
"one" he said
"Damn right"
"ok well ill show you to your seat then"
"ill show myself you damn hippy" i don't really like this place but i was in the mood for some breakfast kinda food.
"hahahahaha" two guys walk in the door laughing. How can someone be so happy, haven't they done anything important, have they not served our country, if so how could they be so gay, so gleeful.

the tow men sit own at a booth and look frantically for the waiter. hey brings them waffles and water. damn they look so happy. maybe its the waffles, maybe the waffles will make them happy.
"waiter" he walks over to me
"yes"
Let me get what those guys over there got"
"waffles?"
"ya"
"coming right up"

five minutes later
the waiter drops the waffle on the table
took long enough i scream
i look down at the waffle the patterns strange similar to the war formations we used in Nam.
i take a bite and its dry and tasteless, how can these men across the room enjoy such a disgusting piece of food.

I am done with this place i am done with these waffles fuck paying for this i already served my country what have they done.