Goodbye, Marillis
Goodbye, Marillis Johnson
Damn-it Marillis, ya beat me to the "last hoo-rah"! You should have lived many more years than me to enjoy your three sons and their children (https://www.facebook.com/marillis.boddickerbrockles) but in your case, "stupid is, stupid dies". And, as I told you in a 1991 visit to your home, your poor choice of lovers began with me while we were still in high school. Learning of your covid "toxic injection" at the suggestion of your widow-hustling third husband, Thomas Arthur Brockles - literally a MOTHERFUCKER, probably resulted in your later suddenly dropping dead. And learning of your sudden demise was devastating to me. My two younger brothers married their sweethearts at the same high school. Should have been the same with you and me if you had not chosen to fuck around with so many other boys. You were the first love of my life.
Well, it's time to move on. Went "cold turkey", August 1 2025, after an alcoholic binge of brooding over the blatant jacking of the '20 “selection”, then the even more blatant jacking of the Arizona '22 “selection”, then learning of your demise. So, it's time to write a "final testimony" of such an incredibly extra-ordinary “journey” of this sorry-ass drafted 'Nam VFW Iowa farm-boy's life. "Cat that long ago exceeded its nine lives". Survivor of war, world travels, 24/7 drugging/drug trafficking, womanizing, motorcycles and a 5-yr stint in Thailand's notorious Bahng Kwahng maximum security prison. Arrested March 1972, a week later summarily sentenced to 20 years by the US supported dictator by coup - no legal representation, hearing, trial or protest from the US Embassy!
But, believe it or not, this first-year Boomer born on Halloween, is still an UNmedicated, AZ "red-county-rural hunkered-down" "caretaker" for the Almighty of an UNencumbered portion of arable "allodium" - sort of "full circle". Gunned, gardened, "System-D simplified" and . . . "very neighborly". Now fully repented/redeemed w/ "JC always b/4 me", I humbly beg forgiveness for such a previously selfish, sorted life-style that may have caused injury – directly or indirectly - to any other very special unique individual.
Some "matters of the heart" - even after the first few formative years - are indelible. Love you to my last breath, Marillis.