Mort's Shorts

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Found out who one of the 19 is. Damn. I know all the rest of you and hardly feel guilty at all when I rant about stuff (cuz I know I’m right) and then I go and find out an icon…a damned hero icon…model-of-how-ya-do-it….guy reads this crap. And saves it.
It must be evidence for a trial: “Counsel will now show in Exhibit C that Mr. Morton, with premeditation did….. (all the stupid things I do).... and should be found guilty of gross (everything… language, exaggeration, negligence..underwear) and sentenced to….to…naw, just committed.”

Maybe it’s (the copies) simply kindling; the winters can be cold there, he said. I dunno.

I do know that I’m pecking this out self-consciously this time so I won’t offend anybody, and it doesn’t feel right.  Who knew anybody was watching? If I want to please everybody, I guess I could forget what I really think and say innane stuff to try to please more people with the same investment of energy. Yeah. Then we’d have, 29, maybe 38 or 47, or even 51 readers. Big profit. Company car. Secretary with the youknowwhats. Acclaim.

Probably more advertizers would throw in because they heard that 51 guys tuned in and then it’d be like a spiral to a pinnacle of success: The Hop Up Towers could add a second floor. The Tabernacle of Gow would have a flap in the tent. An Ipod. A chalice. (Jus’ sounds dirty, don’t it?)

Oh, the possibilities. We’ll get to pick a car at the Ego Nats. We’ll get to be a Grand Marshall like Pedro. Aw, Man, it’s gonna be so cooool.“We’ll be on the front..an’ smilin’, Man… Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww…......beautifo…..”

But, Hey: one drawback. That guy up there? You know, the model-of-how-ya-do-it guy? I’ll betcha he’d not recognize us any more . What would we do about that? Should we do anything about that? He (and you) are the ones whose approval we cared about before, and it’s been a pretty good gig so far…...so maybe, just maybe we should oughta keep on the ol’ veritas trail…after all….take a risk….be satisfied that it’s a danged esoteric pursuit anywho and…well…....kinda like:

“Be cool, drive the piss outa your rods and customs, don’t put dubs on Mercs or ghost flames on anything; remember that coarse is better than smooth and cut that flickin’ top no matter what the family said. Squall tars, wear cheap sunglasses and don’t seek the approval of people you don’t know. Study our history and don’t brag about what you memorized; only do things you’d be willing to do with no one watching, and practice not telling about doing them; slam cars to the dirt, listen to cool music and smoke cigars without saying how much they cost; drink good whiskey like Dickel or Daniels (George be Dickel, Jack be quick? Hi, Whiskey Man); dream in the daytime; don’t hang with people who start with, “Did you see my….?”, and reject tooth-suckin’ pervs......................”

catharsis-veritas? Oh, yeah, Daddy….............we can only be us. Say Halleleulah, Brutha.