To say I was surprised would not be correct. To say I was utterly destroyed and crushed within would only begin to convey the internal struggle of spirit, soul and body. To say that all hope was ever lost for fulfillment is getting close. To say I was pretty 'poopie' hits the nail on the head. Yes, today I noticed that one of Hopes landmarks is no longer a reality. A place I had come to use on many occasions; a bastion of civility and culture is no more. You ask, whats he talking about ???? Listen, don't you ever get out ? Is your head forever stuck in the sand ? Are you from Hope ? Yes, ( I say this with a tear in both eyes ) the Black Sheep Ink Tattoo parlor near Brookshires went belly up ( probably with plenty of navel rings too boot ). I mean, WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO ???? What is the deal ??? So now for all my piercing needs I'll be forced to drive all the way to Texarkana. You know, it was so convenient, on any whim, to simply drive a short 5 minutes to get a nose ring or an extra ear bob; not to mention a little butterfly right above the old butt crack. Oh well, now what ? Given the "creativity" of the average Hope-ite we can only expect another smoke shop, car parts place, or Mexican restaurant. Wouldnt it be nice for some forward-thinking avant-gard person to step up to the challenge and make something great out of that property? For instance, what about the Manteca Sound Recording Studio, or Websites-to-go-by-Josh ? What about the Kiss Me, I'm Irish Coffee Shop and Poetry Reading Room ( where it's OK to be gay-ish). I wouldnt mind the idea of our own Poop-Are-Us by eRIc or even Kyle's Charm School. Hey, whadaya say, put some of your own desires on the tag board and maybe if were lucky some big-city entrepreneur will take the ball and run with a good idea....Lord knows our town could use one
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