Patturns Of Highperactivity: Post trauma drama

Moving away from the pretty pillars and heading somewhat into the next section of this immense cathedral my carrier walks like he knows this place and has no fear or worry at all. The next section down is more books and statues and paintings. Spying from the corner of my eye a familiar dark haired woman with arms crossed. What have we here... he asked unknowingly and rather a little put off. No, nonono... not that I get to go where I want to go... passing at a distance a copy of the Mona Lisa and moving farther on I see no less than another period piece, more artifacts. All set in a specific pattern and each tending to make you want to circle counter clockwise from one to another. But I get to go straight.....weeee.....

Ah! So you are asking... I thought he was going to El Paso>!>!>!>?? That's.. Amazement forwarded to more amazement into a query. Yes... well... I didn't get the industrial velcro onto my son in time and he tried to make like a birdie at 9pm last night from the bed of a linearly rotating diesel fueled medium haul truck as it did a three cycle. He decided it was time to make plans and floated off into the choya. Thank the Lord that he is alive after this. Once I get finished with him though.......... After the call at 930pm from a truly inept and not normal officer of the law... No.. most are good. This one... well he had needs himself. He shakenly stated to myself, Mr. Campbell, that my daughter had been driving her truck, had in fact rolled it and bee ejected. She was okay and in the ambulance heading towards Sandoval medical center in northern Rio Rancho. Sadly none of that was correct. As my wife arrived at said hospital she found that he was not that but at a hospital on the South side of Albuquerque! So he failed... let me count... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6ish times. If you want to have a listen I so want to publish the recording. Said mother of son is in a very very unhappy mode.

The main thing after all this is I could not go to El Paso. Yes I love my son but damn. Yes I am going to attach velcro to his butt. Yes he now has to wear a locator bracelet. I could quote the injuries but I shan't. The young lady who was driving and not wearing her seat belt and was in fact ejected through the drivers window did get hurt also. For her.. and amazingly not wearing her seat belt saved her life as the truck landed on the drivers side cab top all three times caving it into a taco. She is still in the hospital due to her damage being a little more touchy. For all you 14 to 21 year old people out there... You Are Not Indestructible! You Will Get Hurt, You Might Die! It might not matter to you much as your just laying around in a bed or a grave but everyone here who over and over again told you to calm down, stay safe, be careful now have to live with it. No parent deserves to be called ever by the police. Ever. Tomorrow I will work from home and hopefully be able to listen in on the meeting I am missing.

My father has said to me on a few occasions that " you get children that are more of a handful than you were to your parents." He said it nicer but yeah.. Sorry I was such a blithering idiot and major pain in the ass. If I could go back and be less a total brain dead teenager I would. I love my parents. Not a day goes by I don't hear my fathers voice in my head. He is John Wayne, Clint and some Bruce Willis to me.

So that leads me to the point that I had no time to do a darn thing with photographs except for what I played around with last night. I did do quite a bit of office work from my tablet and phone. Which was good.

Here is what I did. Oh.. Running on about 2 hours sleep in three days. So if they are weird ... sorry.

Breeze Blaze.