Posted this to my facebook page last week.....
Somewhere, across the darkened landscape of New Mexico a few nights ago, a small bird and a skunk made a pact and decided to involve me in their plan to commit "suicide by Truck(er)!"
Were they abused by their parents? Or bullied by their peers? I guess we'll never know.
I kinda feel sorry for the little birdie who, perhaps just didn't set his goals high enough... or thought he was invincible and the master of the air he breathed.
But... I REALLY regret killing that poor skunk who obviously had just strayed from the straight and narrow, and onto the broader path of destruction.
The memory of HIS tragic demise staid with me for several days, and perhaps, haunts me still.
Sniff.... sniff.
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Remember... friends are few and far between.
TRUCKIN' AIN'T FOR WUSSES!!!
"I am willing to admit that I was wrong." The Rev.
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