Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for September 01, 2024

with that head pal, it has to be slippery. Oddly it resembles my life so I see me here

Carson has what my father used to call furniture disease, his chest has slipped and shifted into his drawers.

From the look of him, Carson icould use some slippery shifting. He looks to be moored in place.

Aren’t we all Carsons?

I’m not sure anyone wants to know where Carson’s mind has shifted or slipped to.

Carson is losing his grip, slip by slip

Reality will set in when Carson realizes he is sitting on his plate of spaghetti.

The slippery slide into a nap.

Johnny-on-the-spot, that Carson!

…And then, he thinks of Rachel, and he realizes why things aren’t flowering…

(¬_¬)

You know the nearer your destination, the more you are slip slidin’ away.

Dreams are like that, full of promise and fun.. and then you wake up

Good morning Balladeers!

Carson got new underwear.

Carson needs to get out of the sand dunes. (Call Matt’s Off Road Recovery!)