Electric Watermelon Wings

Moving slowly as quickly as possible.
Employing magical physics.

Arguing in contradictions

Making feeble efforts never had required so much strength.  I t didn't feel like i was running backwards as much as it felt like I was taking part in motionless action.

Remaining positive always came easy at the small cost of having my sanity questioned.

So two of the crew had been arrested for trying to steal a Men at Work sign during their lunch break.  After getting the full story it boiled down to them being bored and wanting to try sneaking around in plain sight.  So now our group's intentions were not as much in question as our over all intelligence quotient.  All we could think of was now who will our designated drivers be?  We did not have bail money set aside in the budget yet, but this seemed like an excellent time to think of such things.  That feeling of digging a hole in wet sand was all too familiar.  Accounting was never a great strength of ours nor was forethought.  Freagin' details!!!

So trying to convince the court that this was just a harmless prank was not as easy as when we discussed it on the ride over there.  The fact that I could not find a pair of shoes to wear to court did not help us either.  The guards at the metal detector did not seem very impressed with the multiple church keys on our key chains or the buckles plastered with beer logos we had to run through their machine.  I was not aware that body piercings would set off the alarm that easily or that the guards would have to see them right then and there.  So after our fifteen minute delay at the door and one of the guards suggesting deportation we were in.

The judge was on a roll till he saw us and the defendants approach.  I was aware at how swift the law was being interpreted but was more amazed at how quickly it was being enforced.  I am still not sure if we were even asked to enter a plea after one of our crew dropped a bag of skittles on the courtroom floor while the other made horny middle school faces at the court reporter.  The more amazing part of the day is that we were not held in contempt of court.  The judge could barely hold back the disdain in his voice when he set the bail at half a million and the court date as far out as the clerk's agenda would go.  A few things were evident.  Women do not like having tongues waggled at them at their place of employ, you should find the end of the bag of skittles that has the little scoring, flip flops are never dressy, and most of all we needed funding.

So he was an ex-marine turned hippie turned green peace warrior turned crazy old guy with a machine shop and lots of free time.  All I knew is that this grey guy was the perfect fit and properly anesthetized to believe in the mission.   In the end it did not take much more convincing and the deal was made when we mentioned sticking it to the man.

We solidified his membership over a case of Keystone and half a pizza...

Much like a penny racer we were off with no real direction but interesting to watch...



I hope that all of you have been enjoying this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

As promised Alien Burro is having its first giveaway!!!


We will be printing the first batch of Alien Burro Free the Flamingos shirts in the next couple of weeks.  In order to get your name in the hat just become a follower.  We will be picking three from the membership to receive the first run shirts with an authentic Alien Burro signature on New Year's Eve.  Rumor has it that they will be worth two shirts someday...

Big Love for all of you and thank you for your support in this new endeavor!!!

RELEASE  THE PINK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Keeping it real via instant messenger...

Faded to make it look worn, or shabby chic.

Power to the low tech!!!

Today's Rugged individual would have been described as the out-doors type just a few decades ago.  Have we really gone soft?

"Give me just a sec. I am getting a text", nomad in the SUV.


So many questions and doubts were flying around in my head and always came back to center...

Why the Pink?
Why not the Pink?
Could I do this?
Couldn't I do this?
Was I built for speed or comfort?

Doubt and worry have always been a part of our wiring.  So many of us would just stop rebelling and feel defeated that when judging ourselves as sell outs.  Does that really make sense?  We are evolving.  Not in the sense of growing a third arm or sprouting wings and an extra testicle, but in the sense of allowing our human ingenuity to make some activities obsolete.  We should realize, however, that this does not absolve us from all physical activity but should bring us closer to making the most improvements with the least effort.  Ideas so simple can complicate themselves before fruition if we allow ourselves to be influenced by others' view on failure.

So we ended up trading the borrowed goats for a case of Shiner and a free one day rental of a margarita machine and moon bounce at the Beeville Flea Market.  That day was filled with celebration that further solidified the bonds.  If these were the spoils of war then recruiting would be easier than we thought.  Berzerkers didn't have it this good.

Eventually the sun set and the crowd thinned when the moon bounce and margarita machine were picked up.  Only the core members and a half dozen or so of interested recruits remained.  The group was turning into its own social event and could easily cover it's tracks with the most wonderful of alibis for our presence or absence from certain other happenings.  Local Sheriffs' departments do not typically get alarmed by parties out in the country when a portion of their off duty staff is tacking part in the festivities.  Freagin beautiful.  It also helped the sense of purpose in some perverse way.

"So what's next?", asked the rosy-cheeked rancher.
"non-lethal tactics", smug Nesto.

The look of shock passed on the faces of all seated within ear shot and a quick explanation was definitely in order.

"We aren't trying to kill anyone but accidents do happen.  Can any of us really afford to get thrown in for life?  Not me!  I saw this documentary the other night on crowd control used around the world"...
I could tell I was loosing them.
"How do you think they round up the hippies on college campuses when all hell breaks loose?"
In hind site this seemed like the flimsiest of arguments to be posing a group that was tasking itself with the release of Flamingos into the Wild of the Southern States...

The crowd accepted my argument and moved on to other topics like bull riding and real breasts vs. implants.

Can we really lose ourselves in an idea?
Can we lose ourselves in a series of events?

Achieving a goal is not always as easy to set out upon when the goal is unclear or changing as we go along.  Was it freedom for these birds or anarchy that I wanted? Did it really matter as long as I kept moving forward?

I had to re-center the best way I knew of.

No one else was at the pool that early.  Lane lines were up and the water was like liquid glass.  I waded in and took a deep breath and pushed myself off of the wall.  The feeling of the rushing water and air leaving my lungs was hypnotic.  Four strokes, breath...  Kind of like rinse and repeat it seemed like such a mindless and liberating action.  For a small period of time all was in focus.  Four more, breath...  Where was I going with this?  See the wall.  Flip, spin, and push off. Bubbles and water rushing.  After a half hour or so of this slow motion ballet everything was clear my mind sharp, my thoughts focused, and my shoulders burning...

The drive home from the gym was almost non-existent.  I readied myself for the days ahead and had my coffee.  I was the very definition of calm.

The day flew by and that night I dreamt of millions of the fuchsia-feathered wings taking flight.

The road ahead is still unmapped but the destination is clear.

Up the Pineapple Tree

Smoke screens do not work if you are driving in reverse.

All this talk about what height a bar should be set at is making me thirsty.

I swear there was a girl here...

Words to live by.

I guess I could have pushed myself a little harder but was I gonna really take myself seriously this time.  Just the thought of some of the security guards I had seen trying to chase me was enough to make me want to get off of the treadmill and go grab a burger.  So a little part of me was vane.  Freagin sue me.  Being at the gym was kind of a stretch for me.  I mean I thought I looked good for a skinny kid with too much time on his hands.  So I would go to the gym at ridiculously early hours and call it being dedicated when in fact I just didn't want anybody seeing how much or rather how little weight I lifted.  I was not studious enough to be a nerd but not honest enough with myself to accept the label of Dork.

That morning was just like any other morning that month.  Wake up when it was dark or rather just not go to sleep n the first place.  Throw on some shorts and a shirt.  Drive to the gym.  I was starting to get bored with the routine.  Maybe today I should vary it a little.  I turned into a 24/7 diner I use to hang out at in high school.  The menu and the smell had not changed.  There was a huge difference that spooked me to say the least.  About 90% of the clientele this morning was the local police department's finest.
Was I insane?
just my luck.
I asked for a table near the back as was the habit from long ago.  While waiting for my pot of coffee and chicken-fried steak breakfast of champions I over heard the table of blue closest to me talking about a recent case and comparing it to an ongoing investigation surrounding the abduction of non other than Pinkey.
For sure my luck.
Who would have known that they counted the flock so often?
Needless to say that breakfast was done quickly and the bill paid on the way out.

Why was I so nervous?  There was not even a sketch of the perpetrator.

Was I being followed?

This is where the paranoia sets in.  I was questioning any and every little difference from one day to another.  Like when you cheated on a test in school and just knew you would get caught but never did and woke up in a cold sweat after watching a detective show and dreaming that your DNA would be matched to that found on a napkin found at the scene of the alleged purchase of said test answers.

Get a grip Nesto!  No need to answer those voices in your head.

There was no time for doubt.

Thank goodness for Tuesday night.  Just the thing I needed to calm my nerves.

After the usual phone calls and ATM visit I arrived at the saloon to find my comrades elated to see me after three weeks of not showing.  No questions were ever asked of where I had been or doing.  Simple acceptance was the code.  So I sat at the usual stool and sipped a can that should have been filled with motor oil based on its size.  The usual had never tasted so good.  After the mandatory two.  More money was placed in the jukebox after turning it off to erase all previous selections.  The bar seemed a little less crowded than usual and lent itself to more conversation.  After a couple games of pool and a few of darts it was time to call it a night...

Once home it was time to take stock of what I was embarking on.

Like a lemming asking for directions from a sloth I was off.

So many questions aside from the usual why and when.

 I needed to blow of steam and knew just the thing.
I did what any other normal human being would have done.
With a dozen eggs and a six pack I went into the backyard and lobbed eggs as far down the block as I could get them.  The first one was kinda week and went maybe four houses down.  The rest were much more successful and even set off a car alarm at one point.
I felt better.

During our moments of stress we tend to go back to what makes us feel safe and warm.

Sweet Sweet Chaos

After polishing off the sixth and a failed search for snacks it was time to turn in.  Before doing so one had to set an alibi.

I ran out to the truck and grabbed my backpack which seemed to be as dusty and untouched as the titanic.  I grabbed one of the textbooks and after taking the shrink wrap off I left it opened with an old notebook from last semester on the kitchen table.  How studious I was in their eyes.
If they only knew that they were sleeping a few yards away from the Flamingo-snatcher.

Shower
Brushing teeth
Sleep...

Teflon Glue

Putting your best foot forward should not be the only thing you do correctly each day...

There should be some degree of follow-through and consistency every once in a while.

So bad habits are not as easy to start as nervous ticks but I am sure they can be just as entertaining when taken totally out of context...

Is this the case?

So the following, although motley, was kind of impressive.  So a large portion of those present could not remember exactly why they agreed, but that apparently did not stop them.  This kind of blind devotion could only be appreciated by the military and large corporations.  Not quite the cream of the crop but on our non-budget we could not be as picky.

After the initial four rounds of drinks our meeting could begin.

Again I was to motivate their continued allegiance by explaining why we were there.  how was I to convince this many NRA members that setting something loose and not shooting it afterwards was a good and noble idea?  I would have had an easier time convincing an old shipmate that he was in fact dancing with a woman in that bar in TJ.  (She is just really muscular...)

Here goes nothing, again.

"The food chain.  That's right the food chain", where was I going with this?
"We have a bunch of guys in suits sitting behind desks thinking that they can not only limit our second amendments rights, but flaunt a possible meal in our face while charging us admission to take our kids to look at what we are wondering how to bring down and what would the taste be.  I say we teach them a lesson by freeing what we all know to be an unfit dish and bad eating.  This will raise a few eyebrows and a little hell in the process."  I was really glad no one was lucid enough to question the flimsiest of arguments I was somehow buying myself.
Oh well, I went for broke...
"Who here is with me?  Those pansies won't know what hit em'"
Would you believe these guys cheered at this point?
They did and I could not have asked for a scarier group to have convinced.  This was going to be interesting.

The next few weekends Where mainly about planning and trying not to draw too much attention to ourselves as well as keeping Pinky fed.

I did not want to become too formal in our association since this action was being driven by dreams and pension for chaos.  All at once it dawned on me, what we needed was a dry run / completely insane gesture to know if we were all willing to follow through.

About two miles from the house in San Antonio there was a field whose owner had refused to sell to developers and just to further provoke them kept a large group of farrow goats on.  I don't think I ever saw such a great opportunity for havoc.

After a long night of joyousness I thought it would be a good initiation and kind of a funny idea at the time to cause a little pandemonium.  Once the gas station on the corner had closed and all the lights were out we saw our opportunity.  We loaded up two pickups with anyone still able to walk and had our designated drivers drive up to the gates where our plan would soon unfold.  The four of us jumped over the chain link fence with two short lengths of rope each and made a mad dash after the hoofed group.
Hog tying a goat is hard enough without throwing beer and whiskey into the mix but somehow each of us managed to get one a piece without getting too beat up and somehow managed a drunken fireman's carry of the squirming quarry to the gate where one of the trucks had already chained itself to and with a small push on the accelerator the gate was opened and two men and tow goats lurched into both of the waiting pickups.  Sweet victory was on our faces as it seemed that we had pulled this off with no one noticing...

We were ready.  The only question, what do we do with four goats on a Sunday morning?

You will not know how much you can stuff in your face till you have actually found out by biting off more than you can chew.  Was I drinking from the fire hose or grabbing the bull by the horn?  Either way I was ready for a fun ride..

Cartoon Staples

"Stumble stumble crawl crawl stagger hop run walk stagger stagger fall...", Yellow Beard's wisdom.

So nothing worth fighting for will ever be easy.  What doesn't kill you will only make you stronger.  If you don't know it half drunk and hung over then you just don't know it.

Any of these can easily inspire even the most defeatist amongst us, and motivate all to join in chanting toga toga toga.

Let us look at the bright side of our situation for a moment and think that it can always get worse or rather I can only go up from here.

So all we needed was a plan, funding, and enough liquid courage to embalm Jaba.

Recruiting efforts were kept mainly away from campus and places of employ as this would lead the powers that be straight back to us.  A simple choice had to be made.  What caliber of comrades were we looking for and to what lengths would we go to ensure that they were loyal on our current budget?  We needed individuals with different sets of expertise, backgrounds, and anonymity.

We had the planning and real life experience that the Cowboy possessed.
We had my drive and, for lack of a better word, vision.

All we needed was someone with veterinary skills, another with good connections to the animal kingdom and or zoological society, a small group of willing soldiers, and finally some pissed off ex-green peace member willing to fund this endeavour.

and what better place to find such individuals than a rancher's birthday party.

We arrived at what I like to call the Yosemite Sam Convention about mid afternoon with a casket size cooler full of ambrosia and our agenda.  The conversation started innocently enough when asked about how those around the poker table felt about wrongful imprisonment.  Since a large portion of the table had had some sort of brush with the law, the talk seemed rather one sided and even turned into a stroll down memory lane for a few of us.  My only real experience of the US system of law was the knowledge of how much the fine for pointing the wrong finger at a law enforcement officer was.  ($97.50 if you must know).
Again I was out of my element and only my passion for the eventual freedom of the pink gave me the courage to go further with what I was ultimately proposing.

"Are you Freagin' serious?!?", says the mostly anesthetized birthday boy.

"Yes I am", was my simple answer.

After the roar of the table's laughter had quieted, I went on to describe what I was proposing.  I found myself hoping that most of them would be too far gone to remember the talk if they were not interested.  The knowledge that the men willing to help would only remember that they had said yes and would follow through regardless of what sobriety would have them do otherwise was a comforting thought.

How slowly the picture comes into focus as if needing to be warmed up by the morning sun.  Fuzzy memories and segments of conversations seem to take just as long to assemble.

Had I really gotten a following?  Did some of them say yes?
Where were my boots and why were my jeans in the pool?

 

You Did What?!?!

Deja Vu...  Again?

Getting into a good routine can be a little nerve racking because anything that can go wrong will when you are least expecting it so comfort should be a great indicator that things are gonna really suck...

So as long as you feel like hell is at your heals you must be doing a great job.

Still not convinced?

Let us take a closer look at where we are...  How many things would need to happen for things to go completely side ways for you?  With the aforementioned logic, if only one piece needs to not fit to ruin the puzzle then you are where you need to be.

No pressure.

"Dude you gotta get here quick!", utters the voice on the other line.

My first thought is the fugitive walking on the side of an interstate somewhere.
I don't ask why.
I just drive faster and hope that Texas State Troopers take extended lunch breaks.
After what seems like an eternity I make it to the gate and to my surprise no one is waiting to open it and instead the lock and chain are draped over the side of the fence as a sign to come in.  So I hop out and open the gate, drive through, and jump back out to close it with a quickness of a NASCAR pit stop.  Of course it only seemed that way to me and must have looked like some sort of modern dance minus the rhythm to any one watching.

I get to the field by the watering hole and my friend is holding a beer in one hand and a duck call in the other almost in tears from laughter.  Apparently he had more free time than most.

He signals for me to stay quiet and he blows the duck call.  Pinky bolts out of a group of bushes and commences to do this crazy mating dance chasing my friend to a deer blind that looks like a tripod on steroids and starts to dance around a feeder just a couple of yards away.  After Pinky finishes his dance and goes back to the spot where we had been taking turns dumping brine shrimp for him, I ask my friend if that was why he called.  To which he answers with the affirmative.

Several things were obvious.  The bird needed a companion,  my friend was having fun, I needed to get a duck call and a beer,  and a decission must made.
 
Pinky needs his whole flock and we were going to get it.

You Can't Have Just One

This was going to be a tough sell.  Even by Nesto standards this was truly way out of left field.  I mean I had done some silly stuff before that set the bar pretty high for any of those around me for any length of time to be surprised by the unexpected.

My sisters could sit through a night of improve and comedy and start yawning.  My fault?  Maybe.

My friend the Cowboy had been used to my insanity and had stuck by me for almost eight years at that point.  He was the older brother I never had and would have probably kicked my ass had we really been related.  This was gonna be one of the countless number of times I had and would ask him for help or an opinion.  In this case I would get both.  So I called him when I was already half way there.

Me, "It's warm out and not even the closest neighbors can see the watering hole...
Look I'll figure out a feeding schedule and everything.  All I need is some time to figure this out."  I must have sounded like a kid trying to convince his dad that a hamster would make a great pet (which incidentally I had done about nine years earlier with my dad about 7 weeks before it died when I was entertained by how much it would eat if I didn't limit its food intake)

"You have really lost your mind.  Do you know what they'll do to us if this bird is tracked here?", uttered the Very unimpressed brother.  "Do you even know what this thing eats?"

"Of course.  The Caribbean species eats mainly brine shrimp which I can find a supply of and flies which the cattle will provide.", says the true genius.

"How the hell do you know that?", asked the  still-not-buying-the plan-rancher-dude.

"I read the sign in front of the freagin' cage at the zoo...  Look are you gonna help or not?  Pinky needs a place to crash.", almost-smelling-victory-man

"Just for a while!", him.


I made it to the ranch in record time and met my friend at the gate to the Overby place.  He freaked just a little when he saw the passenger and opened the gate for us to drive in.

Pinky looked pleased to be off of the highway where I had been trying to keep him out of sight under a sarape I had picked up in TJ.  After heading East on the second sendero we turned South towards the watering hole.  Most of the cattle were on the opposite side of the water and did not even seem to notice we were there.

Kind of a strange sanctuary for something so far from its home, but he seemed happy to be in the water, and got very excited when I started emptying the packages of brine shrimp I had gotten at the Wally World at 2 AM.  No one even batted an eye when I bought the entire stock of the petite freeze-dried crustaceans.

Had I really lost my mind or was this just another seemingly random act of curiosity mixed with insanity?  Like when I had worn the jockstrap with an over-sized cup under my work clothes at the office just to see who would be looking at the bulge.
Total count for that experiment:  twelve women and three men.

Soon all will become clear and the beer will wear off...
So what was my plan?

Cooler emptied...

Group Unique

Not always original but consistently odd...
I guess that would have been a good way of spinning it.  Something just wasn't quite wrong?

Not off beat just testing the tempo would be a good way to describe the journey.

A contradiction in the right direction?  Perhaps...

So where are we all meeting up tonight?  A question always asked as more of a formality with the old crew...  The Nameless Saloon or rather the Shameless Saloon at times.

The same old thing.  Just a bunch of us over-indulging and laughing till we went hoarse...
Reason for celebrating:  Tuesday or was it the passing of Monday?

On the way there I made the usual rounds.

stop by the ATM and if need be the Changestar machine (also known as the hey look at me I'm broke, and this really loud clanging you hear is me getting beer money machine).

Call the nearest brothers and see if they wanted to ride with.  Not so much did they feel like going but more the hey I am driving by your house it is Tuesday and I will take you there in boxers if you are not ready to go.

Tonight seemed different.  My mind again drifted to the thoughts of the pink and imprisoned.
What had they done that was so wrong?
I couldn't think of a good answer so I did the next best thing.  Called up the guys and told them I had to run an errand on the way there and to make sure and save my usual bar stool.


The parking lots were clear.  Only the entrance lights were on and the miniature train had long since been put away for the evening after schlepping a bunch of kids around huge circles around the Zoo and several other land marks.

I hope he got my text.  I was pulling a favor and little did I know our paths would cross again and again.

We grew up going to the same school and he had always been the kid bringing different critters to class for show and tell.  Now he was one of the overnight custodial engineers at the zoo.  He met me by the turnstiles and told me that if we got busted I would owe him allot more than a case of beer.

He held open the Wheel-chair access gate just wide enough for me to get my narrow nalgs in the park.

I made a bee line for the chain link enclosure and climbed like a deranged spider monkey till I reached the top and slid down the other side.  The noise was intense and I was surprised nobody ran to see what was going on.  The honking and clicking was intense and it took a bit to subside...  I grabbed the nearest adult I could find and held him till he calmed down a bit and threw my jacket over him.  The climb back up was insane.  Between his kicking and my attempts at not falling we somehow made it.
I ran for my truck with my pink refugee in tow.  His honking and flapping subsided when he somehow figured out that I was there to help.  The keepers would never notice if just one was missing.

Mission Accomplished!!!
I started the truck and looked at my now serene passenger and was less than a mile away when the thought hit me.

What the Hell do I do now?

Don't I Get a Phone Call?

It seemed like a great idea...  Hell, I even convinced myself...

All I would need is three maybe four hours of sleep & I would be great! Hail the conquering hero!!!!
 Didn't have to clock into work till 10:00 AM.  The coastal bend area was just 1.5 hours away.  That equated to three hours of driving time which left me with six of indulgences taking into account the 3-4 hours of sleep.  I could be back with time to spare.
Father time you are soooo my B!!!
I hadn't forgotten a thing and much like formula one I had just enough fuel to complete the mission.  This was gonna be perfect! all the necessities were packed.

Cowboy hat with turkey feather
Case of Beer
Bag of chips
Extra Jeans
Boxers
Socks
Cooler
Fishing rod (just for show)
Tackle box (who are we kidding?  What crazy fish can be eaten when it has lived in a watering hole for cattle / tank?)
Smile

I even remembered the tooth brush and towel...  Even though a Jedi needs not these things.

Within all the excitement I could only think of one thing.  My pink feathered friends.  Just a shade away from the crane and the cardinal.  Those poor misunderstood bastards.

They did not chose this life.  They did not chose this place.
Yet, they sparkle like no other.  Beauty and strength in numbers and like a huge fuchsia eclipse when they all take to flight.

Was I out of my mind or had I just found the freagin' Rabbit Hole?

There Has to be a better Way

Nap before a class on a bench in the breeze way good.
Nap during class on a bench in the breeze way not good.

Not sure what the reason for celebration had been we find our hero recharging his hero strength and heavy head on a bench in the breeze way...

"Good morning Sir!!!:) and how are we today?", Dr. Something-or-other-class on Wednesday AM-ish says with a smile that cries out I wish I were you again.

Just running a little late this morning.

"No worries." , he says with a grin.

No worries?  Really?????
He must not have had the same dream I had.

Not the one with the Ghandi playing monopoly with Sally Strothers , but the one where hundreds were trapped and shipped far from home.  No charges were levied, no Miranda Rights were read.  Captured and crying out for justice on some diesel excuse for a ship heading to their new home.  Each looked at the other and could only come up with one answer to their collective dilemma.  Because we are pink and a little different a dollar can be made with our exposition.
Is there a chance of parole?
Time off for good behavior?

So many questions felt like too much...

Time for a snack.

The Egg

So there i was just minding my own business...  sharing a few laughs and even more drinks.
Have you ever noticed how just a passing thought can sometimes stick with you?  how something so seemingly silly and non-fabulous could catch your eye.
This was one of those things.
If I had to guess it must have been about twenty years ago.  The party was winding down and The usual suspects were helping me clean up and run off the last of the nameless friends I had somehow invited to yet another successful Carne Asada.   I think we only ran out of beverages once during the evening and would probably have to find a place to hide the railroad crossing arm one of the guys had decided to gift me.  It wasn't the most useful gift but definitely original.
During the night, as any other time when the whole crew got together, the beer soaked conversation would always drift to some philosophical topic in an attempt to impress our very impressionable dates.  Most times we could easily make these talks go smoothly setting one another in the best of lights as true wing men would do.  Not this time.

The question:  So with that in mind, how are you gonna change the world Nesto?

The answer:  Silence.  Complete and total silence.  the kind of quiet one gets when telling a blind date about a stamp collection, or a would-be employer about a third nipple you are wanting to get pierced...

The rest of the night went much more smoothly and pretty uneventful.  Ending with the dark stagger down the hall past the kitchen and living room almost knocking over the grandfather clock (make a note we'll talk about that freegin traitorous clock later), and finally into bed by way of a deep tooth brushing and half dead shower.

The last thought in my head that evening was wow how will I change this place...

Lights out

Free the Flamingos

These days we are all guilty of some sort of waste, hate, abuse, prejudice, or other harmless harmful act, and not all of our choices seem to really make sense.  I was well aware of this and accepted it till I learned other wise.

Make a statement.

Make a Difference.

Just Do Something.

Who would of thought a series of seemingly unrelated events would have brought me here.

None of the others from the Flamingo Freedom Front had arrived yet, So I was alone standing there wearing the agreed upon pink spandex body suit ready to break into the zoo.  It was a dark night and the motion sensors our inside man had disabled would make this the easiest release ever.

Maybe I should take a step back to the not so distant past before I go any further...

My name is Ernesto and my story is weird to say the least.  The names have been changed to protect both the innocent as well as the guilty both real and imagined.

Let's have a couple of beers and let me know if you want me to tell you this tale.