8/27/07
raddidge and I discovered America the Beautiful park. It's downtown by Route 25. The primary attraction is a huge water sculpture. In short we got wet and had a lovely time.

When raddidge originally described it I thought it was a water park about halfway to Pueblo. You know Pueblo, it's that big post office that sends out all those nifty catalogs! Pueblo also has more living U.S. Medal of Honor recipients than any other place in the Republic. Let's not forget the Mexicans and the Colorado State Fair.

During breakfast at the Manitou Springs Pancake and Steakhouse, the Cake and Steak according to raddidge, I brought up the fact that I have not seen a single cemetery in Colorado Springs. raddidge rebutted my remark stating that I saw the cemetery where her father is interred. Yet it's not in Colorado Springs.

See, I believe that on July 9^th, 2001 I had a massive heart attack and died. Right now I'm fully conscious of being in the afterlife and it looks a hell of a lot like Colorado Springs. Must be in a Sisyphean purgatory considering my current source of income and Jaybird is my Virgil and raddidge is Beatrice who is waiting for me when I finally get my act together.

It has to be the afterlife because there aren't any cemeteries. Why would people die in the afterlife? No wonder why Colorado Springs is full of religious nutjobs because they're busy sucking up in the hopes of getting a Get Out of Purgatory Free card by kissing the right divine ass.

A more down-to-earth explanation may simply be that I believe I do not deserve good things in this life, everything's a fucking dream and within a few hours the alarm clock is going to go off, I'll hear heavily edited Stern on 92.3, check if Mom is still home then log on the internet in the vain hope that Deidre is online perpetuating the cycle of mortal torment.

Why scourge the flesh when the mind is far more efficient and painful?