" I used to be disgusted, now I'm just amused!..."
Elvis Costello
IV. How Kamp Runamuck got it's name
Kamp Runamuck is now closed for business. I've had enough.
Yesterday was my day in hell. I was up all Friday night painting, partying with Bill and having sore kidneys. I get sore kidneys every several months because I got cadmium poisoning from red acrylic paint (dipped the brush in the coffee cup instead of the water cup, doh!) about 3 years ago. I opted for naturopathic methods of treating it which take a really long time. So, now the cadmium trickles out of my liver and kidneys (sounds like cat food) and every so many months, my kidneys jam up, I can't pee for 2 or 3 days and then I pass a very small kidney stone. Hellofa lot of fun, those kidney stones. I'm not complaining, at least it's not cancer from all the frickin cigarettes I smoke!
Anyway, yesterday sucked. I had no sleep and I was in pain when I came to work at the bookstore. I work at a bookstore, now, old, used, rare, hog heaven for a bookoholic like me. So, with sleep dep (didn't sleep much Thursday night either, was worrying about a dear friend who lost her dad, been there!) and sore kidneys, I decided to do an art blog.
The intent was therapeutic. Talk about what inspires paintings and how the new pieces are part of a personal determination to overcome depression and move on.
But that's not what happened. A certain person who likes to get on other people's blogs and condescend to them, treat them like inferior fools and spew out his superior version of reality in which he is superior and his version of reality proves it so we should all worship him or his version of God or all the women on this site should have intercourse with him or whatever the hell motivates a psychotic charlatan to torment people like that, anyway, we got tangled up in an idiotic discourse on the meaning of the word ART and he just wouldn't stop until my sleep deprived, fever soaked , pain irritated brain just blew a fuse and raged at him and then just ended up telling him to kiss my grits. I'm sure many of you caught that little theatre, though I dumped the blog after sending him my grits to kiss.
Luckily, I have kind friends here. One kind friend was helping mediate the blog and she would occasionally send a comment that diffused his argument and threw some light on the whole thing. She's excellent at that, and I thank her profusely. (thanks,E!). The other kind friend is an e friend who is very kind and gentle and decent (also) and gave me soothing but real words that put my heart at ease.
I went home after that and took a nap with Teacup. Whenever I lay down to sleep, she comes and nestles next to me and nurses on my blanket while I pet her and make her purr loudly. Then, I cam back and let myself in the bookstore (I run it by myself half the time) and sent and answered a few emails. Stopped by the overpriced grocery store and bought cat food ("don't go home without it", should be their slogan!) went home and crashed.
At around 1 am, I woke in terrible pain and having to urinate. That's when I passed the kidney stone. Thank God I didn't need an overpriced doctor's help to that. I'd be P.O.L.!
That was as much fun as eating live centipedes. Not that I would know, but, let's just say it sucked!
I fell asleep again, was awakened at 3 am by Dolly and Spike who were drunk as hell and arguing about how Dolly just had to take them into a gangsta honky tonk where they got guns pulled on them and she almost got raped, which she thought was funny! Spike didn't think it was funny because he had the pistols in his face. I just sat there, huddled in my blanket, listening and avoiding asking what the hell were they thinking. Then Dolly said something that cracked me up. It is only funny if you know Dolly. She said the gangstas at the honky tonk told her Spike said he wasn't with her! I just died laughing when she said that. Many of Dolly's friends say that at parties. "Oh, I'm not with her!"
They tried to pass out on my bed. I was getting really irritated at this point. They were crowding my cats. Junior was cool with it, he's cool with everything. Fancy looked agitated, Teacup got scared and went and hid, only to finally come out when it looked like we were crashing. She cuddled up with me and started purring and nursing the blanket.
The ruckus started when I asked Dolly to move because I was hanging off the bed. She copped an attitude and got snippy and I (after the day I'd just had, and still kinda sore) told her if she didn't like it to "take her drunk stupid ass and go sleep in her own damn bed! " She pitched a fit and I jumped up from my warm spot and Spike apologized and I told him don't worry just get Dolly the F out of my crib.
Then, after Dolly pulled down my blue Xmas lights and steamed out of there, all was peaceful and quiet! Teacup nestled down into her spot with Smoky on top of her, Junior and fancy on my legs. Boogers was out partying with Canteloupe, probably.
That was 7 am (thanks, Dolly!). At 9 am, another knock. This time, I was prepared to be grouchy.
"Who the hell is it?"
" It's Michael, man, lemme in."
grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
I let him in. Everybody has a fresh horror story. Michael, drunk as a skunk as usual, rear ended some poor lady's car and messed up his Jeep but didn't hurt hers and she was calling the cops so he came to my place. I told him to go away and let me sleep, so he went and got his damaged jeep stuck in my neighbors' back yard, where they have the bonfires.
As I was listening to him race his engine and spin his wheels in Kat's yard, I took an inventory of the cats. Boogers was there, sleeping in a ball, I petted her and the others and got them all purring at once. I snuggled Teacup and kissed her on the head and she smiled up at me, that Teacup smile. That cat can smile.
The reason this chapter is different, brought up to the present, or more recent past, is the next chapter I was gonna do was gonna be called "The Season of the Witch" and tell of the spring and summer of '07 and tell about Dolly's drunken rampages that often peaked with her running around naked in Derek's yard at 4 am and me chasing her with a blanket and telling her to shut up or somebody will call the JPD!
Dolly has designs on me, but I refuse her advances because she's a drunken pain in the ass and she cheats on her boyfriends. She is attractive, but psycho. Dr Dolly and Mrs High.She functions in the workaday world like a pro, then goes out drinking and turns into Norman Bates dressed as his mother.
I changed her name and decided against telling tales of Dolly's debauchery, instead telling you a typical Runamuck day.
Or not typical. I ran all the drunks off. Michael once said to me "You don't suffer a fool gladly, do you?" To which I said,"Not when fools make me suffer!"
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