Someone whom I greatly respect and whom I would not hesitate to do a favor for if ever asked to do so, has asked me to share more about myself than is already shared, so here is an excellent depiction of me in a nutshell -- and NO, I did not say, NUT HOUSE, either! [Mumbles under his breath as he glares at his computer screen, “Although many probably feel that I would be a fitting candidate for the Loony-Bin…!”] Do any of you remember the old-time depictions of Old Mexico, where it was alleged that the males within Mexico’s communities commonly spent most of their time involved in extended Siestas? Okay, picture this: A certain Big Indin writer sits motionless within the confines of his humble home. He is seated on the floor in his favorite corner, legs crossed Big Indin Style, eyes closed, napping 24/7. Buckskin encompasses his entire Commod Bod, from neck to ankle. Moccasins surround his hoofs and on his head, is a huge, well constructed sombrero. No music, no TV, no human voices, nothing but loud snoring with intermittent farts echo throughout his personal domain. Suddenly, a light bulb flashes from somewhere beneath the sombrero and his buckskin clad body is immediately upon its moccasin covered feet, whipping both sides to get to a nearby computer! Without so much as a breath, the sound of million-miles-per-hour-typing suddenly replaces all previous sounds within the home of humbleness. Done, he quickly signs into Facebook and posts his latest literary composition, before whipping both sides to get back to his ever-so-personal-corner and, “SnoreZZZZZZ…Farrrt...SnoresZZZZZZZZZZZ...” Once again the humble home has reverted back into commonplaceness.
Posted on: Tue, 20 Aug 2013 20:51:07 +0000