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I am one of the luckiest and unluckiest people in the world. How can I be both? I survived living as a zombie in a hospital for seven days was sent home with flesh-eating bacteria. My neighbors seeing called the fire department that came over and after hearing I was in the hospital for seven days told me to walk my pain off. The nurse coming to set up the antibacteria medicines saw me and gave me 15 dollars for a taxi ride to the hospital where they took a foot-long three-inch deep section from my ankle up towards my knee that night because they finally found that my ankle died. I survived. Weird my stories are I was pushing my boat into the Great Salt Lake when a tiny salt lake shark came out of the water after a pregnant woman and her kids, well I jumped in and saved them only to lose my ankle.

Getting home being fired from my job, I was putting resumes out when my wife asked me did I hear that. I found out that day I was deaf. However, I was lucky that a neighbor putting together a zip gun had been firing the gun into the closet and missed the closet putting the bullet through three walls and into the door frame right above my head. Luck had me still insurance for hearing aids.

Getting my job in a different state I started throwing up. Due to the insurance policy, I knew I needed to be back in my state for care. Flying home the plane was about to be set down because I was so sick. Arriving in the airport, I went to the hospital. They said they could save my foot Sunday. 1 AM Monday they awoke me had me sign a paper and Tuesday I awoke without a foot. Flesh-eating Bacteria again were going to get me. My story is that I was walking with my wife in Yellowstone when a grizzly bear awoke from hyphenation came after us. I got my wife into a tree, but the bear got me toke my foot and put me in a snow drift for eating later. Lucky or unlucky depends on how you see your life.

The year was 2111 and all moderation of ships had occurred meaning the earth was safe enough the governments instead of expenditure on war spent on upgrading societies industry and seagoing vessels. Thus Morse code was learned in school work. However, the appliances and replies to those devices were never shown due to the outdated machinery and the cost to keep up a system no longer used. This is a tale of second grade seaman on the Sainta Maria. The day was standard we had just taken on a casket of wines to be delivered to an isle off the coast within three days for a party there. The weather was wonderful and the ship was making better time than normal, so we felt assured of a day at port. That is when the Morse code begun coming over the radio. What the meaning of the message other then they needed to get some help but no one knew the location, and no one could ask for it. No one uses Morse code anymore signals in 2111. What was going on? S.O.S. the message kept on coming. We did not have anything to reply to the message. Our attempts to bang out a code on a table, the Internet, phone music was not heard.

All we were a small commercial shipper trying to move some poor wine from the mainland to an isle. Still S.O.S. kept on coming over the radio. We called the Coast Guard, but they did not respond. Finally, one of the sailors long ranged phones worked, and we got hold of local officials. We let the radio speak through the phone into the radio. Now a new message other than S.O.S. a coordinates way off north. Asking the official if some help could be sent the answer was not that night. Our captain finally agreed to see what we could do by moving that direction and trying to get there.

Suddenly, a storm came upon us from no where. Meaning one moment, we were seeing the sunset and the next pitch dark with winds, and rains that swiped away some rope and barrels that had not been secured. The coordinate message in Morse code became more rapid. We figured that storm must have been hitting them harder. A look out saw a ship that we assumed was sending the message. The lookout also said we would not believe what we were rescuing. The storm hit full force, and we started having issues with the engine. Within a quarter of nautical miles of the coordinate the Morse code stopped. Wreckage of a ship or something was being washed over and onto our vessel. The captain kept on course to the coordinates and everyone was either on deck in life preservers, or in the towers looking for survivors.

Finally, a lifeboat was spotted and there was some crew on it trying to survive the howling wind. We made towards them only to see a huge wave over take them and swallow them up as if being eaten by a dragon. We stayed in the area looking but finally had to turn back towards a small island near that location. The final wave that hit our ship before we put into the cove to be safe a piece a portion of the sunken ship with its name the Marigold was all we could read.

Our captain did a search for such a ship. There was nothing about such a ship being even produced except a 1919 ship which was lost during a storm all hands drowned presumably.

There is a town in eastern Busby, Montana’s home of the Northern Cheyenne, where the roads at night are not safe to travel or hitchhike. People talk of the hoofed man who picks up hitch hikers and takes them to hell. The town has more murders per thousand than Washington D.C. but very little is said because of the location is so scary. The town has no store nor gas station. The post office is run out of a home converted to having post office boxes in the kitchen. The ghosts are many, and few do tell of the tales of who is missing or who has gone to hell. The story most people say is “oh, they have gone south” which may mean at this moment that or may mean a shallow grave. However, just a few miles away is the only bar for miles around. Jim Town is the name. The world’s largest collection of beer cans in the Genesis world records in the 80s. That bar is haunted by no less than 30 ghosts says the tales. The first is about an old drunk who walking home in the middle of. The road was run over and dragged for six miles with his body parts smeared all along the road. You see the driver was drunk to and did not realize he had hit someone. The body appears at the door of the bar every time another person passes away in one of the towns close by. He is seen walking down the road. Then just passing the cattle guards he starts to fall apart. The second is an old Indian who got in a knife fight with the bartender. He bled out on the pool table. That occurred around the 4th of July, and well the bar has had to replace seven pool tables because each year since the table has pooled blood in it and sticks to high hell. The third ghost is a girl who was supposedly beautiful; she was fooling around with a lady’s husband the lady waited until she was drunk and toke the girl out and butchered her and placed her skin on the fence behind the bar. She appears to women who use the lady’s bathroom. That ghost shows up so often that the women always go outside to pee near the fence where she was butchered, and they pee there nowadays. The fourth ghost body is supposed to still be on the property. There is a pile of beer cans that has been collected since 1960s. According to legend in the 70s a white guy climbed to the top of the pile, and the pile caved in on him. No one knew he was missing for days. His car was stolen, and he had been a loser so no one was paying attention until his parents started to look for him. That was when people remembered him going outside saying he was going to play king of the mountain. The beer can mountain moves every so often. They say the movement is caused by his ghost trying to get out of the mountain. Only his hand was found years later, and that is how the story started on that one. Then there was the bartender who got stumped to death in the 60s. His ghost is supposed to throw beer at people, but I have not seen that one. Like I said there are many ghosts there. There are at least 30 stories I have heard and who knows how many more I have not counted. The last story I will tell tonight is of the cowboy drummer who was playing there on a Friday night. He had gotten wasted and for whatever reason got stuck on playing only one musical beat all not night long. He went outside to pee and was bitten by a rattlesnake without his knowledge. He finished his gig and got into his pick-up to sleep off his hangover only to never to wake up. The music he kept on playing was the song “Playing with the Queen of Hearts.” All I can say is when I was cleaning up the place in the mornings sometimes the juke box starts playing that song without anyone paying for the music.

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was born when she kissed me. I died when she left me. I lived a few weeks while she loved me...Humphrey Bogart

Christ you saw that

Born a moment in hope

time is reality in an eye of moment, in reality, is but a moment in time

laughter is that moment in time of love

memories is all that we have in this reality is life

laughter is loved

to remember she was with me for only a moment in time

to contribute a verse

the idea is easy

so easy

if I be good, then I am gone

If I be bad I fail fallen into hell,

however, like the socialist in Germany; I should serve my nation. What is a nation

an ideal

being evil do I serve this is this or that is that

if this is this that which is new evil

or

that is that which is old, which was an ole wicked

service is all that I left

with that said there is a human passion? What is great responsibility

to live to love to laughter in the night?

What is sinful?

To be induced by the deceiver.

To do that which is not right

Verin order to begin

the end is near

Choice those evil friends

And

Finish them off before they can finish you off

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