Hey Kids and Squids,
and a special hello to my down under wonder Jax
I know I bin quiet. There are reasons. Never mind what they are.
We appreciate your feedback, but Please, if ye are going to send me a message, please include an active email so I can answer you questions, should I choose to. It's not going to wind up on a web page and I promise I won't try to sell you a larger penis or something.
Anyway, here's a new entry. Has nothjing to do with Iraq.
Ummmmm, much better. You think the fucking doctor would do better for severe back pain than a sack over-the-counter headache remedies. Are you insane doctor? I have quart bottles of it the pantry (sale at Walmart) doctor, and your prescription of one pill three times a day with food, doctor, is half what the manufacturers recommend dosage for a sinus headache when you have a cold is, so if you are seriously suggesting to me that your medical opinion that adequate pain relief for a crippling twisted spine condition is, and therefore your prescription would be: three asprins a day; then doctor I'm afraid I'm just going to have to see some credentials, because doctor, if doctor you are, that, doctor, that is insane.
He said "You have a sore back. You probably deserve it. Take one ASPRIN. Go home.".
And I am not kidding. The doctor said "Put you clothes back on and wait here, this is good stuff. I have some samples so you won't have to pay."
I got dressed. I was being hustled out. I waited forty minutes. The doctore returned with a brown paper lunch bag. It rattled when he handed it to me. I went to open it and he said "NO! Don't open it here. Wait till you get home."
And of course I got ripped with a paper bag full of asprin and the old "don't-open-it-here" play. Jaysus.
And they ask me why I don't go to doctors. Thank god I can self-medicate with a little help from my friends. Jaysus. I ain't going to him if anything serious should happen. Thank god for the internet, that's all I can say. And that's high praise for an atheist who worships Bob. Well as Bob would say "That's what you get for going to a pink doctor. That will be sixty bucks for the advice."
That's what he did say in fact, and I had better pay up. Yes, Bob could crush me like a bug, but so what? What ultimate deity could not? Nope, with Bob Protection doesn't cost it pays. And I like a deity I can trust all the way to the bank. Can you say that about your deity? Thought not.
That's what I tell people when they ask my religion. They leave me alone after that.
Although more than once I was asked for a brochure...
But enough of the mighty Dobbs. He made enough money this month when I paid him to get my stuff to me.
I am flipped back in now. I was flipped out about all my STUFF. (the stuff in question is almost all of Kent's writing and negatives)
Jaysus, what timing. My patience had finally snapped and I was less than 24 hours from actually calling the fucking cops, the real fucking cops, and all that could imply. Yes it was all that that would imply involving telephone numbers, bills of lading customs declarations stated destinations devices in all the above...well, you know bureaucracy. Anyway that's about when the NamelessAsshole telephoned me (sounding a bit out of breath) and said "Are you the Kent Barrett who is having some boxes shipped out from Vancouver?"
I grabbed the cell phone, dialled 911 and hovered my thumb over the send button and then said to him "Yes. Yes I am."
Oh well he was so *glad*, oh he couldn't *find* me (can't read I guess, as there's only one Kent Barrett in the phone book, not sure which other ones he had me confused with. The one in Arkansas maybe). And perhaps my tart email explaining same to a mutual contact out west had nothing to do with it. Never mind.
It's all here. The total remaining record and it seems to be most of it. Combined with what Manbuck saved for me and many other sources---wow! Thank you everyone, even the NamelessAsshole and mutual friend back west, who held this stuff and/or resulted in it all getting back to me intact. I can't say enough. The brandy must be making me maudlin, so I'll stop for a moment.
FEEL the Love,
-Kent
11:36:04 PM 
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