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Star Date 07092016

Any takers? The One-third hypothesis. Charlie is 1 1/3″…in all directions…(Red). We are 1/3 of the way through 40/40. We have been told that if Charlie is debulked, even a little…even by 2/3…this is good thing. Alas, Charlie will be removed by 3/3. Jess will not settle for excuses. Things like:

Jess – Kevin, would you please take out the trash?

Kevin – Charlie says there is no possible way that is gonna happen today.

Jess – Charlie might want to move his ass.

Kevin – (weighing options) ….(there are no options).

See? Jess will not accept anything less than taking away all excuses for laziness.

What other one-third options are out there for us to ponder together? Ohhhh. ohhhh. Charlie has a good one:

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer (porter or stout is preferred) – George Thorogood. Mostly, I just like the first third.

I awoke to today’s song…It took me a few bars in:

Charlie knows things. 7 September…anniversary of American Bandstand. A lesser trivia note: The Hoover Dam started its function. I know what you’re all thinking. Really? AB started on this date? Yep.

Fast forward. For the life of me, I could not locate my sunglasses. As Charlie has reminded me, he does not care for the gaseous orb of fire. I look for said sunglasses. I am Groot. (Guardians of the Galaxy). I, nor Groot, can find these sunglasses. Sidebar. These particular sunglasses were purchased on A work trip to Texas. That, and I don’t lose or misplace sunglasses. Not since buying my very first pair of Gargoyles. All the quarters I collected …or repurposed for a better use. Thank you USA Today. Long story for another time. Gargoyles, for those who do not recall:

I sit in the rental and go through my backpack. Glasses case. No glasses. Sharp pain in back of right eye, followed by blindfold being lifted. Charlie says check Michael’s truck along the back ledge, under the window. I think for a moment that that might be the most Charlie has spoken in one tumourous breath. Very precise on his feelings about where he left them. Bastard. Sure enough, Charlie found em. Still, Charlie will not be missed. I do wonder if I will have ghost itches…like…amputees. Or…like I’ve had after both back surgeries.

Unrelated.

20 Things You Can Expect After Brain Surgery

This poor sap clearly does not have old man or retard strength. Of which, I have both.

Not sure why I even read this youngster’s take, I just did. A bit depressing about the headache part, and the getting fat…ter…part. And the steroids part. And the pooping part. I am a man of daily devotionals. The non-poop part is not part of the agreement. In fact. Maybe I enter pre-op with a shitty little secret. I take several laxatives prior to surgery. When finally drugged, and having zero bowel control…Charlie, as his last act before his murder, literally shits the bed. Better still? I have Jess write on my back in one of those speech bubbles “Here lay the remains of Charlie. He blew you all away in the end.” XOXO,Charlie. Seems fitting.

Fast forward. So seepy. Mot tomorrow.