Home Again

Well, I made it back. As a matter of fact, I pretty much just got in the house.

The trip home was uneventful, causing me to nod off a few times. Heheh... I'm getting really good at that. I'd write an instructional manual on how to drive while sleeping, but the secrets are in the subconcious. I'd need to write in my sleep to be able to share them, and that hasn't worked too well. I'm trying, though. If I could just keep from falling out of my chair...

It's funny... I come back, and things get hectic, immediately. I've got a couple of job offers to look into. I get nothing while I'm looking, and now that I'm not really trying very hard, I get three places interested... while on vacation. Hopefully something pans out.

I was considering these job offers, and possible relocation for one of them, when a voice on a Slayer song found it's way through the cloud of thoughts. I was in between St. Louis and Springfield, Illinois at the time... and it's still stuck in my head.

I'm not one for lyrics, just the music. Oh sure, I know quite a few lyrics, but that comes later... the composition of the tune is usually the first thing that grabs me. Anyway, as I'm thinking, I hear a little girl's voice saying, over the music, "Mr. Gein, it's not fun anymore... I don't want to play anymore, Mr. Gein... Mr. Gein? Lemme out of here, Mr. Gein... lemme out... lemmmeeee oooouuuuttt!!!" Yeah, I've heard it before, but for some reason, this time it grabbed me. I started the track over again, and listened to the whole thing.

We sure know how to grow'em in this area. Ed Gein. Dr. Henry H. Holmes. John Wayne Gacy. Jeffrey Dahmer. Just a few of the winners I thought of as the song played. All from this area, give or take a couple hundred miles.

What the hell makes someone turn out like that? These were some incredibly sick puppies. Is it something about this area? Maybe it's the water. I don't know... it was just something to ponder.

I should be worrying about the jobs, but I'm doing that later. I've gotta hit the rack right now. I can hardly see straight. I'll post more later, as well as work on the e-mail letting all of you who plan on coming to the dealie in January know what's going down.

Oh, and I think I may know one thing that could have set those weirdos off... You know how I told you that "I pretty much just got in the house?" Yeah. I did. I pretty much just broke into my house. My housekeys? Somewhere other than here...

It's enough to piss a person off. Thank Gott I've got such a great disposition!

Posted by That 1 Guy at December 13, 2005 07:39 AM