Which Is Where We Are Now

I’m in a parking garage. I’m renting three cars at the same time and use one key for all three of them… because they are the same make. It’s important I have three going at the same time in order to accomplish something.

I’m on a ramp facing traffic. There is a police officer checking the speed of the cars as they pass. I turn the key. My car battery is dead. The police officer starts to drive over to give me a jump. I start ignition again. The car starts. It’s important I keep going to avoid having to accept a jump.

Without checking traffic (and right in front of the policeman) I go onto the street. My seat is schwounced up and my face is almost pressed against the window shield. I can barely move to steer. This is embarrassing just in front of the cop and even worse if I get into an accident.

GI Senators in the 50s created an every increasing military bases government, leading to a very warlike 2nd half of the 20th century. Actually all the modern wars are result of the explotative capitalist governments since 1850.

That’s what Grandma Anderson and I discuss. I leave to town to pick something up. When I come back grandma has killed herself. A large puddle of bright blood stands on the floor. She lays on the ground. I call 911. I get the hospital’s hold muzak. Then a newspaper lady reporter comes on the phone, one I had met earlier at the hotel. She has come to visit and is at the front door, which explains how she broke into the phone call.

I emotionally yell “Grandma is dead.” She feels bad, apologizes, hangs up, and leaves. Then grandma, with a bright smile, raises her head and says she’s alive. She flexes her body and it seems very taut and fit indeed. And the large puddle of bright blood goes all the entire width of the floor… how and still alive? But this is good. I put my attention back to the phone call. I here a message from a doctor explaining he’s to busy to take any calls at the moment. What?!