Comstock FarmsDid I ever mention that I live in a trailer park? If not, it's true: I do. Should I ever win the Florida lottery (which is unlikely since I don't play), I will have to spend my winnings on some land so I can build my own "manufactured housing development. Comstock Farms will have nice large lots and communal gardens and its own still and brewery. There will be a bicycle barn and a swimmin' pond and a big picnic pavilion for Sunday cookouts. Off in one far corner we will have a primitive camping area for visiting friends and diagonally across the property will be the parking lot. No cars allowed inside the Farms. The daycare center will be filled with furry creatures and hand-hewn toys and books. The entire park will be fenced so that the community dogs can roam free.
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Am I missing anything?
Sounds pretty cool, huh? As a wizard of trailers, I will manufacture each unit to my own demanding specifications in a steel building down by the highway. Comstock Custom Homes Manufacturing, Inc. will be next door to The First Comstock Community Bank and Credit Union. That's where ya go to finance your new home. Across the way will be the Comstock Grocery Store and Pawn Shop.
|Another Satisfied Customer. I don't know who the guy on the right is but I think he has a blackjack in his pocket|
I think that covers it pretty well...Sheriff Tim Joe sounds nice, too...I'll have a flashing light on my bicycle and a water pistol loaded with The Scarlet Ink of Shame. If you've been bad everyone will know...
|Just another day at Comstock Farms|
But I don't want to be sheriff. Let's see...
Mayor? Not me...
Wait...Head Librarian! I'll be the Comstock Farms Librarian! Now I'm getting excited
Fifty acres ought to do it. Maybe I'll start a Kick-Starter campaign, whatever that is.
Here's the Thing:I don't know what that is but my friend Agent KAZ, the Swell Guy, knows somebody who does and he goes by the name of the Minister of Mojo. He is doing something or another related to Katrina and needs money to get there. Look it up here and if the Spirit moves ya, kick in. As always, I have no money but I have a lot of friends so I'll leave it to you guys to sort it out.
Remember Judi, of Miles and Madness? She remains kick-ass as always and her and her husband Dom have opened a super-fine bicycle shop in Cincinnati. They call it Spun Cycles and I am proud as hell of them for achieving such an enviable goal. Drop by their site and say hi or, if you are in Cincinatti or somewhere close by. get over there and spend all your money.
That's All For Now
There's a lot to say about one thing or another, but right now I am immersed in fiction and murder mystery fiction in particular. I simply have GOT to crank something out that people will pay for and while I always planned to be a Melville I will be more than happy to be a Hammett. The problem is, everytime I sit down to type up a post, someone has to die or get stabbed in the back and some other guy has to do something about it. There are bicycle chases and gunfire and sexy ladies who are up to no good. I'm on the track of something, and I kinda-sorta want to serialize some of it on here. But I also am reluctant to freak out my beloved readers. But if writing doesn't start to trickle down some spare change pretty soon I am going to have to get a real job and I am VERY reluctant to do that. I would much rather prostitute my art with hack writing and far-fetched tales.
Did I mention that I live in a trailer park?
|Sexy Lady Up to No Good. Needs a Cheeseburger|
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