COCKEYED IN THE SADDLE, AGAIN
Rave, man, looks like we are back!
Raven is fussing with the ground coffee in the espresso pot.
"Fuckin' A, but when are you going to get the coffee mill fixed?"
Ah, the little guy doesn't like the osterizer results.
I will pick it up tomorrow from those jokers at the Mercado Nuevo--hope it will grind again.
"Back in the old grind--no more osterized coffee pablum. Hooray!"
So what's up, Rave?
"Well, I will soon be filing a humungous copyright infringement suit."
I'll bite. Regarding what?
"Since BP the cheapball Big Oiler blew it out its ass in the Gulf, all the animal species are infringing like crazy on my color!"
So, who's the mark for this suit?
"Shit, man--those other animals don't have any money. I am going after the deep pockets in Britain. Lloyds of London probably insures those pikers. I may end up owning the fucking queen!"
Hmmm. Rave. she may be a little too long in the tooth for that stuff, my infringed feathered friend.
"Figuratively speaking, that's all. As in the crown jewels. I'll be rolling in it."
Sadly, it's all those other species that are rolling in it now.
"Yep, petroleum party's practically over."
Speaking of copyright infringement, Rave: I am slowly writing a poem called just that. With any luck, we'll be reading it here soon.
"I'm only holding my breath for a cup of coffee--not for film at eleven."