When I get home I have some suits there. This guy is late for a VA meeting. This takes place in Las Vegas around noon. Considering some of my ideas come out of my past this could be the forties.
I would hear feet running on the run. Foot steps. This is a guy who looks like he’s interested in getting away with something. He’s on the run. He’s got a mischievous look on him and he just farted! He is feeling relieved. He’s feeling very good. He’s going up into the corridor. This guy decided that he’s going to hit the wall unless he moves.
This guy is feeling good. He’s going to instruct a class or make an appearance. He’s skipping to the tune “The wonderful wizard of Oz. We’re off to see the wizard…The wonderful wizard of Oz!”
He’s scared. He’s running away fast. They’re thinking the same thing I did when I was a solider. I knew I did need things. Then I commanded to get everything I could. Then I went to Japan.
His friends are watching him. What’s happening is outside of the picture. This gentleman got too close to a woman’s comfort zone and was asked to back off. He’s running with $100 bills in his hands. He’s running to a date if that’s what you would call it in Las Vegas. He’s not going to tell him mom! There’s a ticket with a time stamped with his date for his date.
He is running to get someplace because someone is chasing him. You put the stuff in the defense and it dies. That’s the way I went. It does not have to die but you want to make a good tour that’s first in my pause (thinking), a veteran. A veteran is first.
There’s a water connection. I would smell hot dogs and a flower stand. I would smell steak. I would smell hamburgers. I would smell tacos. Throw in those hot dogs and call it a day!
Created by male storytellers in a VA Dementia Care Community. 23 January 2017.