Whistle whetting time

Hello again pilgrims,
   In case you're getting bored in your new land, here's the first little tease from what's going to be BECOMING ONE OF THEM which (hopefully a good one. Witch, that is) will be the book (as soon as I figure how to get it published) that recounts (yes even I sometimes can be off count) my little 19 year (so far) journey from the successful delightfully dancing care free kicker I once was to the stumbling bumbling sometimes mumbling mass of more and more metal free care codger I've become.....

 Wasn’t it enough that I’d almost been dead? 

What more did they want? I’d already given blood and I had no first born to bargain with!!! I mean there I was, minding my own business, not really bothering anyone, or if I was, not enough to deserve this, and then BOOM! That fraction of a millisecond, and nothing would be the same… Wait, now wait a second lemme go back to the start:

TAPPIN 2 TBI

I was having     A pretty nice life

My work was getting me around 

France Honolulu and Australia were a few

Of the many places I could be found

Also Tokyo & London are nice places to work

Guadeloupe was hot and not too much fun

Sicily & Germany & Spain were not bad

I wished that Israel would never be done 

Then I took a job   in SouthAfrica 

A Funky place I hadn’t been to yet

My friend Yuval would teach them Tap, I’d be doing Jazz

I signed the paper, everything was set

The gig was pretty peachy for the first 2 weeks

Then Capetown was the last place we’d stay

There we could have flown   BUT they decided to drive  

So we could see the pretty sites on the way

The first day of the drive was uneventful and fine

We settled in E. London for the night

I’m told we got up early and got ready to go

So we’d arrive while there was plenty of light

But some other dummy driving on the wrong side of the road

Must have skipped his second cup of “Joe”

Then again it’s possible he stayed up all night

Drinking shots and doing lots of blow

Our driver Sluggy tried to turn to avoid the crash

We couldn’t go left and so he turned it right

Unfortunately that put me directly in line

Like I had been sitting in a gunslinger’s sight

There were 3 other people traveling with me that day

They got banged but could stumble away

But in the front seat unconscious and all broken up

Is where I was and where I would stay

They weren’t sure If I was dead or alive

Slumped with my head to one side

Yuval said bubbles dribbling out my nose and my mouth

Was how he knew that I hadn’t died.

That’s how I got introduced to my new best friend

A friend I’ll have until the day I die

This friend is definitely one that I would rather not have

His initials are T.B.I.

TBI? What the hell is TBI? Well it would be a while before I would find out. The crash had rendered me useless but thankfully......

So, If that whetted your appetite a bit, stop drooling, wet your whistle if you want, clean yourself up (do folks in the southern hemisphere clean themselves down?), and stay tuned. There will be more at some uncertain time in the future. Until then, take care, be well, and I'll seeya soon!