The Fun Beginz

Good Afternoon Kidz (It's afternoon here),
     When we last left (not right) our hero (Me, he bashfully boasted) was wondering 
(while he was wandering) what the hell TBI was. Well before he would find out he went back to where it all began. So sit back, relapse.....um, I mean relax, and take yourself back to that mostly
misty morning of April 3 1999........

I often wonder if anything other than “OH SHIT!!” went through my mind (or came out of my mouth) the moment before the idiot, who was driving on the wrong side of the road that fine London like misty morning (in E. London, S. Africa) forever changed my life. Sometimes I wish I would’ve brushed my teeth a little longer that morning or maybe watched the end of that dumb murder mystery movie (I still don’t know who did it) so we might’ve left even a few moments later because, as in the words of some phine philosopher, “It only takes a moment”. Yuval told me that as we came around the curve an hour or so after leaving the lovely B&B, (where we had spent the night after the long drive from Durban) he was kind of dozing off. My sudden scream rudely ripped him out of his oncoming slumber just before  Mr. “Wrongway” broad sided our car..........

Thankfully, everyone, except me, suffered only relatively minor injuries and were somehow able to stumble out of the car after we were smashed. When I’m day dreaming, (which is fairly often), I picture myself heroically (or maybe stupidly) saying “don’t worry guys, I’ll take this one” to the other’s as the idiot’s car (which actually was a van) was about to smash us. And speaking of wrong place, wrong time, it was totally arbitrary that I was sitting in the front seat that morning..............

  Yuval had been in the front seat on the first day and, after much negotiation, we had agreed that we’d switch places for the second day. Not that I would want him to have to deal with all the shit that I’ve had to, but it just reminds me that usually there’s no reason why things happen so just live your life as best you can because from time to time:

SHIT HAPPENS

It seems unimportant if one’s bad or good

If rules are used ruling fair, just as they should

If always by doing things as you were told

Guaranteed happiness as you grew old

If good deeds were always returned with a smile

What difference would there be of an extra mile?

Why aren’t the pumps always matching the purse?

And why’s that old schmuck not laid out in his hearse? 

My year of transformation was 1999

Until the 3^rd of April that year, my life was fine

The lesson that I learned that day was so profound

It waited and waited ‘till I came around                                                                                                                                Now everyone learns at some point in their little life

That circumstance can cut you as well as any knife

It happens oh so fast your head gyrates and spins

You’re now in the club, you’re aware, life begins!

                                                  

How?

Shit happens! Shit happens.............

Hello again. Welcome back. I hope you enjoyed your little time trip back idyllic happy halcyon pre-ipad, pod, and phone daze of last century. How crazy is it that humans born of this century will never know the joys of dialing a phone, having an answering machine, library books, etc.? Pretty kra-kra I say!!

BTW. If I haven't mentioned it, or if you were daydreaming about dialing a phone etc., the excerpts are from One of Them, the book about my adventure that expands and includes songs that didn't fit in my show. Enjoy, and stay tuned. This will be continued on the same bat channel at some bat time soon.

PS. Randy Slovacek of Randy's Report, who again saved my blogging butt, told me that if you click on one of the triangle type symbols this will be shared on your page which would be a good thing..

Thank you and Say Goodnight Dick.........