Post by jack hamilton on Sept 3, 2010 1:15:30 GMT -5
Rehab dreams
1. stab my foot
2. rub my hair
3. God and Marci was there
4. Jack, what did you have for breakfast? 5 rattle snakes
5. Your brother has a good heart
6. Jack hold up two fingers
7. God as Joe dog telling me not to grieve for them anymore
as they are alright now, I am the only one suffering
8. My early fourth grade vision of the houses
all in a row and all made out of ticky tacky
Rehab stories
1. drinking snake
2. devil coon
3. torture story
4. good bye old thunder
5. reflection on 3 day weekend
6. Jack what’s your schedule?
7. Dead head
I wrote a profoundly long e-mail last night but the electricity
went off right in the middle of it, and it was lost
so I went to bed.
I was writing a story about my coma
and how when up in heaven I had heard God say:
Jack, you are pretty bad,
yes, you are in pretty bad shape but you are not quite dead.
So you are going back to the world,
but first there is someone who you might want to see,
they want to see you real bad and they are waiting right here.
Somehow I knew to look to the right and there was
Cottonjoe, my long dead Walker hound.
Joe was beautiful!
More muscled up and his coat was shinier than I remembered.
But his eyes were full of tears.
And he did not move his mouth but spoke to me telepathically,
God fixed it up somehow.
"I can't believe you are grieving over us after all these years.
You never got another hound, you never set another trap,
you never hunted at all,
you drink beer and ride that motorcycle
up to that beer joint, way out in the country.
You sit on the back porch alone,
you don't talk to anyone and you don't have any friends.
And you are looking old!
You look a lot older than you did
when I was on the earth with you.
And you are missing your life!
When we all died we really suffered a lot,
Suemay, Katymay, Sport, Scout, Hawk and Zeke,
Pretty polly,and Bonnie belle,
me most of all!
But our suffering is over!
You are the only one still suffering, and it hurts me!
We would be there with you if we could, but we can't!
Get you some hounds and go hunting!
And I woke up!
I had been a coma for 5 weeks,
later the hospital for 5 months!
They all had been poisoned,
and shot in their pens on my 25 acres.
By two cowards named Hall,
who are all dead now, after being in prison a while.
The third brother who killed me,
12 years later, is dead too.
The dogs were all killed 15 years ago
and I was killed three years ago,
I was just too tough.
I am writing a book about the strange, exciting,
and glorious, as well as beautiful,
and heartbreaking story of our life
and our death together.
Visions and miracles...
Showdown at dogland... or
Never volunteer