Saturday, October 31, 2009

I woke this morning thinking it was a nice and quiet day. As normal I turned on the TV for the back ground noise to drown out the silence.

The FOX morning show was telling of the highest earning movies’ ever.

It seems a three actor, $15, 000.00, movie has grossed $ million. A substantial profit. It is suppose to be a scary movie.

I’m not much into scary movies. I have a habit scaring myself without external assistance. But, the theme is annual and the Owner of the Greasy is one of those folks that loves to put on haunted house themes each year. He and his ex-wife and all his kin (there are many, and they, themselves, are spooky).

That last is neither here nor there. Just that- I was by his place the other day and it was decorated to the nines with spook stuff. The seven foot tall witch in a dark corner, I told them, looked exactly like one of my wives. Ah, Ex-Wives. I had to explain it wasn’t the wart on the nose, it was the habit of wearing sack cloth robes. Well, that and the fact she refused to take off that stupid hat.

I spent time yesterday mulling the idea of WHAT, exactly, was the scariest situation in which I could be placed.

This morning, watching the FOX bit, it came to me.

A fairly small, intimately lighted,  room with a couple of fairly large couches, carpeted, with mood music. For company I was only allowed Mrs. Hillary Clinton, Shaun Hanity, Barny Franks.

They were serving Viagra cocktails.


From the reaches,

Ten Mile

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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