5/31/09 - A Night at the Niwot Tavern - Recorded Stream of Conscience Pt. I

Part 1:

I'm back at the tavern - the Niwot tavern. Its only about a block from my house. I came here last night for the $2 beer special. Its ongoing every weekend. What a change - last night this place was bustling with crazy old drunk characters telling stories of their pasts, present and future - dreams - ambitions; spilling out like vomit from a bucket in a stomach flu ward.

I spent the day in the mountains. I traversed probably 10 miles of severe mountain road. (blub blub blub blub) Its left me with a horrible case of gas. The rain clouds are spilling over the mountains into town. Its like a slow moving behemoth. A lot of rumbling, grumbling - flashing, but not a drop of rain to speak of. It was raining like crazy in the hills today. Nearly sank my truck twice.

This is the most wonderful, magical time of the year. The rain makes every ting green and lush. The canyon was glowing with a neon, fresh-growth green fresh outta a Ken Kesey acid test. It was good just to be in the hills again. Last summer gas was too expensive to spend much time exploring. Hopefully this summer won't be a repeat.

Part 2:

The sky oozes with electricity as the storm rolls over the mountains into the flatlands. I live too close to the foot hills of Colorado for any real storms to occur. We rarely get snow or even rain. Just some sprinkles and a lot of pollen.

Tonight the storm rolled over just in time. The sun is setting forging the clouds in a deep grayish blue with light blue veins peaking through. The warm breeze ushers the clouds in while the cottonwood seeds dance gently on the breeze. To nights weather sets up the perfect atmosphere for romance. Two strangers outside a pub - their love grows - so does the intensity of the storm. Thank god I'm not the type of writer to write that shit, huh?

The breeze just caught a chill and changed direction. The ballet has begun. Within minutes there should be thunder, lightning and rain - but this is Colorado - that most likely will not happen.

The spring is a wonderful time of year. Everything is new and fresh - and full of histamines. Girls start dressing in their sensual summer cloths - and I believe there is something inside their biology that makes them a little extra frisky this time of year.

To orchestrate in this dance of Mother Nature, near silent, very quiet Pink Floyd's "Us and Them" plays somewhere in the background. Tonight is the perfect daydream - very serene.

Part 3:

There's a hum of the kitchen fans, I would assume, behind me. In front of me is a parking lot with many businesses. There are many high pressure sodium and metal halide lights lighting it. There are two roads, off to my left and one in front. It builds the fantasy of sitting next to the interstate in some little business hotel - possibly even a sleazy motel or something of the sort - drinking domestic beer. The beauty of it is - the cop-shop is only about 50 steps away from where I sit. Sheriff trucks everywhere. "Welcome to the Machine" Pink Floyd is playing in the background - adding to the industrial feel of my situation.

The sun is almost gone. The clouds are shifting direction and carting off to the east. I'm sure when it hits Kansas there will be hell to pay for some small hick-town. None-the-less, where I sit is calm, beautiful and not my house...

Part 4:

Remember the movie - well I gues I should say book, but remember the movie "To Kill a Mockingbird"? It was night and, I cannot remember the boy's name - Gem and.... Anyhow, the boy and girl were walking through the woods and there was a naked metal halide bulb waving in the wind creating an erie effect on the ground and the trees where they were walking. Its when they thought Boo Radley was after them and may infact - no, I may be wrong, it is the part where Boo Radley saves them - anyhow, there is a similar light being shown over a sheriff car nearby - very much like a dream. A very horrific dream that involves pigs. But tonight the pigs sleep. They're all out on the road busting drunks. Im in the safest place you can be to be a drunkard - and that is in the parking lot of the cop-shop.

Part 5:

(clank, clank, clank, clank - clank, clank, clank, clank) The banners bang against the streetlamp-poles as the night winds blow. It's a phenomenon, in the summer, when the sun goes down - the winds begin to blow as the air cools. You can feel it in your bones. The nights cool quickly. Its part of the living Colorado. The state itself is alive. It's like one big wheel in motion - delivering spectacular Disney World quality productions night after night no matter the season or time of day - you can always feel it breathing. Grand ole' Colorado.

Drink more Pabst Blue Ribbon brand beer.

All we can do in life is enjoy every second that we have together

The human condition allows the majority of the species to become so hung up looking for meaning and higher power that it cannot realize that none of it matters in the scheme of things. It has been centuries since God's last recorded communication with human - at this point, we are all in it together and there ain't gonna be no divine intervention to save any our asses. What I am getting at is: You can hate all you want - it only contributes to your pitiful lifestyle and the demise of the species itself. God, Mohamed, Buddha, Krishnah - all of them are either gone or in cahoots when it comes to the destiny of human - and unless we can work together as a species and disregard religious beliefs as a necessity - then, my friends, we are as doomed as the dinosaurs 10 seconds before the meteor.

This blog isn't a public service announcement - by no means, rather it is a plea unto dumb and numb minds or just to those who are too stupid to set aside their un-evolved monkey-man ego to see that you are creating the problems which you are fighting against. What a dream it would be to wake up in whatever god-forsaken shit-hole country you live in - there is no place on earth exempt from this description - and understand that no one means you harm and, therefore, you mean harm unto anyone.

This is R-Evolution. Evolve!