Brave 1980's Television Star

   
   "Brave 1980's Television Store"
   
   For the Norse gods--you get taken to Valhalla by blonde Valkyries if you show courage.  Jesus:  "Fear not."  Similar.  A good-looking television star diagnosed with bad stuff, shaking, trembling, problems with speech, asymmetrical walking gait, and I heard a radio show host mock him--the nice guy that did BACK TO THE FUTURE--ya know.
   You think maybe sometimes he doesn't want to get out of bed in the morning?  Like a cowboy having slept on the hot terrain next to venomous critters and thieving canines, he pulls himself up from the Earth, his ass having been fully kicked the day before, and he does soldier on. 
   You can always lay there and die.  And like that nurse told me when I was 28 years of age, 114 pounds, and she flipped me over in bed like a floppy waffle:  "I know when it's my time to go--when I lose control of my bowels."  She can go to hell.  And I would've laid in that damn hospital till I died, if it hadn't been for a little Mexican cleaning lady that came into my room, gawked at me; next, exclaimed:  "What are you doing here!?!  You so young.  Get out of here.  You can't be sick.  You're so young."  I had myself unplugged and left.  Thank God for that lady.
   Now, I guess it's time to just enjoy and accept being an old man.  Everything hurts.  Doctors gave me pills that cause stomach bleeding.  Great.  I feel so secure with these cranks.  
   And if you do go, just remember the words in that cool movie:  "It's better to be dead and cool, than alive and uncool."  Being uncool doesn't mean being beaten to hell--it means giving people shit when they already have enough of allegorical fecal matter on their Snoopy "Special Edition" lunch plate.   

Amos--5:8

   
   "Amos--5:8"
   
   Seek Him that maketh the seven stars and Orion, and turneth the shadow of death into the morning, and maketh the day dark with night:  that calleth for the waters of the sea, and poureth them out upon the face of the earth:  The LORD is His name.  

Big Trouble in Little China Pork chop express

A Southern Baptist Dude--from my opinion

   
   "A Southern Baptist Dude--from my opinion"
   
   I only met one man--just one, WHO believed God can do anything.  A kid in Southern Baptist School--King James on our desk for hours, and it was beautiful.  I'm flawed and emotional, maybe more or less or more now--and everything matters.  Preacher told me God answers prayers, even if it's 30 years, or 40, as long as you keep focusing and pleasing Him more than any other.  Taught me about King David, even Amos, just a Minor Prophet, yet as awesome as God makes us--God builds a good car, so a surfer said once.
   And as for Mother Mary and the Southern Baptists; specifically, I've been critical; still, if they love Jesus, Her Son--I know it is cool enough for Her.  For She's always pointing--to the Living Water.  Hey, She's humble, yet bold, and gave birth to many of our lives.  If we admit Him.  

Werefox Vaquero--Waddie

   
   "Werefox Vaquero--Waddie"
   
   Ela and Max were hanging out, here and there--no kissing or heavy petting, just getting to know each other.  Max was enjoying the synergy he shared with Ela, having always been a wondering waddie in the past, never sticking around, kinda fancying himself a Han Solo type minus the spaceship.  
   Was he getting too comfortable?  Falling in love?  Was it wrong for him to make an alliance?  Maybe he should just be a bronco-buster and take hot showers to release the tension.  Yet Ela's entire presence was shimmering honesty.  That chipped front tooth--she never fixed it cosmetically.  Said plenty about her.  We all got besmirched by trying to be cool and fancy in our younger days; next, you remember the simplicity of being all-too-human.  That we'll have to answer when we take the dirt nap.
   Max knew Ela was sincerely fond of him; moreover, that he would never take advantage of her.  Why?  Because he actually liked her.  She hadn't roped him in, thinking:  Mine, all mine.  Nah, she was just a singular soul herself, waiting for love.  Hoping a knight in shining armor would show up, though she could take care of herself.  Thus, why not break bread with someone you genuinely admire and love.?  Money can take care of a woman.  Security.  Some go there.  Others for the sport sex.  Others tend to follow their hearts.
   Max didn't place one style above the rest, yet he knew what his instincts told him.  Ela was a pretty cool cowgirl.  Clean, chipped, looked you in the eye, and gave a damn--not just about people, but the animals and Earth.  Why should he denounce himself?  Not ever smile?  There Ela was, chipped tooth and all--her smile as bright as the Daystar Itself.  

Kit Fox Release

Werefox Vaquero--a cup of java

   
   "Werefox Vaquero--a cup of java"
  
   Quaint and cool little coffee house.  Ela and Max sipping on some ice-chilled caffeine and coffee bean.  Across from each other, and boy was there magnetic attraction.  
  
MAX
Yeah, what--are there more than 27 different nervous system disorders?  What the heck; we're all wired differently, mostly.  Some people are a Camaro, others a Nissan; next, you have pick-up truck people, and the bikers--you pick'n up what I'm putting down?

ELA
Of course.  What, you think I'm just a stupid cowgirl?

MAX
Grinned.  Gave me a lie detector test years back.  I told them the copper levels in my blood are high, explaining that copper is a strong conductor; furthermore, said the machine was bullshit and affected by its proximity to me, not for all people, but for some.  No more on that story.  Just like not everybody needs the same diet.  A wolf and coyote are related; however, different diet.  Is the world pick'n up what I'm putting down?

ELA
Possibly.  Yet some people don't want the world to know.  Control.  Power.  Domination.  Shit--it's America--a Free Country.  A Bill of Rights, now raped.  People living under exploitation and manipulation.  An ex-wife that hated her husband, poisoned him, and now law enforcement is after him because she shows her goodies, and the cops do a little boob juggling.  Boob juggling isn't what it used to be, they don't even have it at the circus anymore.  But in Great Britain, they have topless darts.

MAX
Topless darts.  One of my favorite sports.

ELA
You're a nice guy.  Quirky, but cool.  And remember--I'm halfway decent myself.  Not here to screw you.  It would just be nice to have a sidekick.  And yeah--I'm the girl and you're the guy--you gonna deal with that?

MAX
Why the heck not.  Truth is the best of traits.  And if we ever do make love, make sure you wear your socks, for feet creep me out.

ELA
Maybe you should date a mermaid then.

MAX
Smiled.  I think I'll stick with you for now.