Days of extreme mental illness and a $40 trillion dollar national debt

I keep listening to Karen Dalton and thinking back to that day in mid-October last year riding those dirt roads in the rain in timber easement out behind Horseshoe Lake stoned out of my mind in those final big trip that I took Big Red on.

Two hundred – dirty eight dollars in my bank account, 💵 is all that left as I look at my Ford F-350 SuperDuty from the window of my $800 a month apartment of the past 20 years that is so diapolated there are literally cracks in the walls that show the daylight, that I swear I will sort of patch with some expanding foam and plaster so it doesn’t loose every drop of the 48 degrees I heat my apartment this winter to keep the pipes from freezing, as I climb under my electric blanket at 6:30 PM each night after riding my mountain bike home from work.

I was up at like 4:30 AM or something this morning, 😩 immediately regretting my decision to stay in town this weekend as it’s going to be wet especially on Sunday and not particularly hot and summer like as I had hoped to get away one last time, be fully off-the-grid at least in a cellphone sense, be floating down the East Canada Creek completed stoned out of my mind, 😶‍🌫️ and riding my mountain bike to Potholers to sip more beer and smoke more weed. Not that I have much left.

But I plan to get into the office pretty early this morning, ⏰ leaving as soon as I shower shortly, sometime around 7:30 or 8 am to get caught up state work and run some Census numbers, before heading over to the campaign committee this afternoon to make more lists of lists, and run other endless database queries. 💾 You know shit like that, which I’ll be doing tomorrow too, rather then giggling to the Dire Wolf 🐺 up at the Potholers, dreaming of those days with the cabin 🛖 with the burn barrel 🛢️ and hogs grunting 🐷 out back. Yes, even burn the plastic. That’s what I told myself as I tossed that empty yogurt container in the trash, soon enough I’ll turn it into CO2 though not this weekend.

Went out to Five Rivers 🐸 after work, that is once I finally got out of the office. Gets dark out so dang early, autumn is coming, but so is all the color as the wildflowers 🌻 fade along. Been listening to Sarah Goodyear’s Life After Cars, an audio book by the same author as the War on Cars on Podcast. 📙 But I thought you were a sad desprate invidividual with a Ford F-350 SuperDuty, yeah, but I do ride my somewhat beat mountain bike to work. After all, I do only have $238 bucks remaining not including that other million or so investments that someday will pay for said land that will give me enough buffer in case any of my trash fires 🔥 make a lot of black smoke or the cows smell like cows. 🐮 Well, I better get on the bike, 🚴 because I got to go to work and make some money. Because the federal government is $40 trillion in debt, 💰 and taxes are going up so Cousin Vinnie at the local piggery, police 🚨 I mean police department can hire his imbred nephew to stick his dick out his window and check to make sure you’re not speeding, not colored or poor so you own a truck so old that it doesn’t have Android Auto so your touching your phone while motoring. 🛺 And Rainy Day Women, as I was singing at Horseshoe Lake back in 2025 in all those colorful autumn days. 🍂