Date: null
Title: Mood swings toward home

One of my favorite moods, one of which I'm not particularly proud, is my
I-don't-give-a-shit mood.  I'm in it, up to my eyebrows, and as I ride
south, toward Gila Bend, I wonder why I'm hurrying to warn or save
my telepathic, telekinetic, black belt 10-times over, Sister.  Most of the
time I'd swim the Acheron and the Styx for Jeannie but as I approach Brawley
and turn off on highway 111 toward I-8, I slow a bit.  I don't know where I
want to be but it is NOT at the Owl Buffet where Bud and his gang of dumb
and dumbers await their own slaugthter.  I'm sure Sis, Bell and Azi could
level a good-sized platoon, without touching anyone and without MY help.
Is that why Azi is calling me there?  To prevent Sis from killing a bunch of
dumb fucks?

As a querist, I have to ask,
Why doesn't Azi tell HER she's in danger? Why did Azi let them "take" him
(whatever that means)?   What is it Sis wants to TELL me about Azi?  Why am I
always the last to know what's going on?

Maybe I already know everything and just don't remember.

I make a U-turn and head back toward Brawley.  Time for a visit to Elyssium
and think this thing out, maybe over a double broth.  MAYbe I'll fly through
Brawley and get back to Bikers, see how Oscar's doing.
Yeah, Fly home, Harley!

*Ach.er.on \'ak-*-.ra:n\ n [L, fr. Gk Achero-n] 1: a river in Hades 2: the
   nether world : HADES.

*que.rist \'kwi(*)r-*st, 'kwe(*)r-\ n [L quaerere to ask] : INQUIRER.


Thursday again.
Glad it came back!

later,
d.