Eddie Arana, Rick Thibodeau, & Chris Bakunas San Diego, Ca. March 2012

Eddie Arana, Rick Thibodeau, & Chris Bakunas San Diego, Ca. March 2012
Eddie Arana, Rick Thibodeau, & Chris Bakunas at Luche Libre Taco Shop in San Diego, March 2012

Friday, July 3, 2020

Trashcans Full Of Unopened Valentines


She opened up her heart to him, 
Told him all her hopes and dreams and fears
He said, "Honey, keep those to yourself, 
We all have our fair share
Life is nothin' but a blind draw
Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win
No use in wondering why the world is against you
We're all hoping for either salvation or a little sin."

Tuesday, June 30, 2020

A Snowflakes Chance In The Sun

All he wanted to do was sit down and relax with a tall frosty mug of his favorite beer and enjoy a bit of stimulating conversation with a few casual acquaintances.

And then she walked in the bar, and all bets were off.

Saturday, June 27, 2020

Thus Spoke Plato

2,400 years ago, give or take, an extremely smart man lived among the Greeks. We know of him to this day because nearly everything he said was written down in one form or another and preserved for future generations.

Future generations being us, the collective whole that currently inhabits this blue and green rock.

When everything you say is recorded and passed along for twenty-four hundred years, it's generally due to your insights either being enlightened like no others, or just the opposite.

Rarely is mediocrity worth recording.

Now here's the rub. What can it mean when everything you say is written down in some form or other at the time you say it, and regarded so highly that it's preserved for millennia...and I'm talking about material such as:

"Let nobody speak mischief of anybody."

"Nothing in the affairs of men is worthy of great anxiety."

"These then, will be some of the features of democracy...it will be, in all likelihood, an agreeable, lawless, parti-colored commonwealth, dealing with all alike on a footing of equality, whether they be really equal or not."

"When men speak ill of thee, live so as nobody may believe them." 

"The greatest wealth is to live content with little."

"Excess generally causes reactions, and produces a change in the opposite direction, whether it be in the seasons, or in individuals, or in governments."

And so on, for at least another five or six pages. All universally accepted words of wisdom, all regarded as words to live by.

And all, of course, ignored in large part by the million billions.

Does any even study Plato anymore?








Friday, June 26, 2020

The Best Is Yet To Come

Everyday is a good day to wish somebody a good day. 

Simple advice from a simple man. 

More to follow as I grow wiser.

Wednesday, June 24, 2020

The CoVid-19 Is Whipping Me*


Y'all heard the story, of beatin' that ol' CoVid-19
Punchin' and swingin', whippin' that ol' CoVid-19
I'm here to tell ya, the CoVid-19's whippin' me

Used to go 'round thinkin' ain't nothing goin' hurt me
Used to go 'round thinkin' ain't nothing in the world goin' hurt me
But my world vanished when I caught the ol' CoVid-19

Went to the doctor and he said son you gotta step back
Went to the doctor and he said son you just gotta step back
Keep your six foot distance or you'll give me a heart attack

Strollin' down the street saw all the people wearin' masks
Strollin' down the street, yeah, everybody was wearin' a mask
Steppin' away from me as if I was a dangerous outcast

I got the fever and the cough, and my lips are turnin' blue
I got the fever and the cough, and my lips are turnin' pale blue
This doggone bug is worse than any ol' stupid flu

Goin' 'round thinkin' I'm probably not gonna' last too long
Goin' 'round thinkin' I might not last too long
So long everybody, hope you miss me when I'm gone


*Based on "The TB Is Whipping Me" written in 1937 by Ernest Tubbs. 
Massive apologies, but I just couldn't resist.

Tuesday, June 23, 2020

The Absolute Least Amount To Go On

The investigators found no evidence of foul play
Just a pile of ashes in the ash tray
Which was odd in and of itself, but not evidence
Of anything other than someone's bad day
And the remains, on the surface
Of a few Cuban cigars

Still, the Inspector insisted on putting them in a bag
With the explicit details written on a tag
For analysis, you know, back at the lab 
Along with a broken glass and a dirty rag
The last two being obvious, the other, just curious
'cause you never know what'll put a murderer behind bars