My neighbor walks past my house every morning

My neighbor walks past my house every morning under the premise of walking his dog, but what he really is doing is looking in my window. "Hey Harold!" I shout & wave at him

. Peeping Toms are my target audience; I call myself a Peepee Tom since I love being peeped upon. Harold and I were a perfect fit so long as there was glass between us and my top

The sandwich was delicious and very chewy, chewier than average. I slowly put the sandwich on the plate and flipped it open. Small brown eyes blinked back at me. Harold squealed li

ke a little girl with a skinned knee. Harold pointed at the inside of the sandwich with horror. Yep, there it was the remains of the beloved Squawkers. I thought I tasted feathers.

There was a hot spicy taste, and the sandwich then got hotter, and burst into flames. OMG! Squawkers reappeared more beautiful than ever. He was not a parakeet, but a phoenix!

There is something truly amazing about the beautiful colors involved in the rise of the phoenix the oranges, reds and purples remind me of Jimi Hendrix and Purple Haze...oh, Jimi

how I miss your upside down guitar antics. This is what first inspired me to create the Asphyxia Awareness 5k Walk. Looking back on it, how could have I known the horror that would

ensue or the dread it might instill in others. Let me catch my breath. I get choked up when dealing with such matters. Asphyxia -like anaphylaxis - is nothing to sneeze at.

In fact...hold on. Heeehhhh hoooo haauuuuhhh heeeeeehhh. Hhaaauuuhhh. Phew. Damn. Ugh, let me go...no, don't get a paper bag. Hhaahhhh. Huueahahah. Oh, buck it.