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Hello my fellow Politiores Troglodytes. This Blog is a collection of Posts, Poems, & Short Stories that I write on a daily basis. If you find it entertaining, informative, and controversial, then I have done my job properly. Thank goodness too, because Karma has been on my case of late. I'm supposed to bring fifty people into the fold or I'll have to give back the part of Einstein's brain I inherited. No, I'm not one of the Scientists who got a piece of his brain when he died. Karma said, "Eat this knowledge. It'll make you smarter!" The bargain I made with Karma was, if I could change fifty people into Politiores Populos, I would be rewarded with my very own Lamborghini. So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Like what you're reading, then read on. P.S. Populo is Latin for people. Politiores is Latin for educated. Troglodytes is English for troglodytes. And Einstein's brain was stolen by Thomas Stoltz Harvey after his death in 1955 and eventually divvied up into 240 pieces. If you just read that last sentence, then you have just learned something and I'm just that much closer to fulfilling my commitment to Karma!

Friday, November 25, 2016

A Type Of Pavlov's Dog Reaction

Brian Kroske,
who was one of my
Closet Friends,
and one of the best
Adventurers
a
Lost Seeker
of
Destiny,
like myself,
could possibly have as an associate.
When I was in the rock band
Politixs,
during the early 1980s,
we were in need of a drummer quickly when the original member quit all of a sudden.
The band members knew
Brian
and asked if he was available.
That brought us together to go on one rampage after another.
One true story I am willing to tell you is one special night we went to a bar together.
The place was crowded.
Women
and
Men
in equal numbers.
We ended up in the back of the place,
since it was really crowded,
and talked to as many
Women
that would listen to us.
We had few beers
and were about to leave the place when a fight broke out in front of the bar
By the only exit.
Brian & I
could see a chain-reaction throughout the bar.
The
Fight Spilled
over into other patrons,
and onto other groups.
We knew we had to get out of there before the
Police
would arrive.
I am six feet tall,
and weighed in at 2 hundred pounds at the time.
Brian was five foot ten inches,
weighing in at 2 hundred 30 pounds.
I got behind him watching our rear for any sneak attacks,
as he punched his way through the bar for the front door.
I never landed a punch that night,
nor was I hit by anyone.
Brian
did all the work.
With
Police Sirens Blaring,
Us Punching Our Way Out,
all of a sudden on the
Junk Box
as loud as possible could be,
the song

The Ballroom Blitz by The Sweet

came on.
It was

Surreal.
I used the
Suicide Squad
version of the song because my memories of
Brian
 always reminds me of the
Killer Croc
character.
And with all the
Exploits
we shared together,
sometimes violent,
sometimes not,
our life back then could be considered a mild
Suicide Squad Adventure!

Other stories of us together cannot be told at this time,
until I talk to a
Lawyer
about the
Statue Of Limitations
on some of the things we did.

This is,
Was Reminded Of My Old Friend By A Type Of Pavlov's Dog Reaction When I Heard The Ballroom Blitz Song On The Radio Today,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Music produces a kind of pleasure which human nature cannot do without.”
- Confucius, -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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Thanks for reading.

R.I.P.
Brian

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