my trip to the cemetery by little jesse breier…

so of course i went to see loyd today…

i sat with him for just a little bit… i was seconds away from bursting into flames so i decided to find some shade somewhere… i wandered around for a little while until i ended up at the very back of the cemetery sitting under a tree enjoying the shade and peace and quiet…

remember this one from november???

well here she is now… after what seemed like 27 months of rain…

and then i shit my pants…

i think i interrupted a baby snake making session... as soon as one of them picked up their head, stuck out their tongue and said "i'm going to eat your face" i decided it was time to say thanks to everybody there and go home...

just money

can you believe that my email marked this as spam???

From: Malik Hakim Esq, [info@hulasite.com]
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Subject: [SPAM] Re: KINDLY REPLY TO

MALIK & ASSOCIATES
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I am Malik Hakim Esq, a Malaysian lawyer. A deceased client of mine, that shares same last name with you, died as a result of a heart-related condition on March 12th 2007. His heart condition leading to his death was due to death of all members of his family in tsunami disaster in Sumatra, Indonesia. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ 2004_Indian_Ocean_earthquake.
I have been unsuccessful in locating the relatives for over last 4 years now. You can reach me for more information as my late client left behind a deposit of $17,500,000.00 Million Dollars.
Best Regards,
Barr. Malik Hakim Esq,

I'M RICH!!!

just darlene...

this popped into my head at some point today... don't know why... well, i do know why, but anyway - here it is...

to whom it concerns
darlene's work will be late
it fell on her pancakes
and stuck to her plate
to whom it concerns
my mom made me write this
and i'm just a kid
so how could i fight this
to whom it concerns
i lost my assignment
maybe i'll get lucky
solitary confinement
to whom it concerns
darlene's great with a ball
but guys don't watch tomboys
when they're cruising the hall
to whom it concerns
i just turned 13
too short to be quarterback
to plain to be queen
to whom it concerns
i am not made of steal
when i get blindsided
my pain is quite real
i don't mean to squawk
but it really burns
i just thought i'd mention it
to whom it concerns...

remember this and what it's from???

just a flag...

so the past few months have been pretty stressful for me... not going to go into all the details because

a) nobody wants to hear me bitch
&
b) the whining lamp is not lit (as my dad says)

but there are things that have been weighing on my mind and things that have transpired that i wish hadn't... some people know all of these things... some people know none of these things... but like i said - that's not the point of this post... loyd is...

remember this guy ??? i first met loyd in november of 2010 and i wondered if he had any family that ever came to visit him... today on my way home from work i was searching for some inner peace and decided to stop by and have a little chat with loyd... imagine my surprise when i walked to his tombstone and saw an american flag staked in the ground in front of him... i let out a huge laugh and slapped his tombstone like he was an old drinking buddy i hadn't seen for years... i think i might have actually said out loud "look at you, you little fucker"... at that point i looked around and was thrilled that i was the only person around... i cried i was so happy that somebody had left a flag there for him... i sat down in front of him and told him everything that was going on and felt a great release... it was then that i noticed the ground next to the flag... there was a brown spot the shape of the rock that i had left sitting there and green grass growing up all around it... that rock had been sitting there for quite some time... now i wonder if whoever left the flag removed the rock and what kind of shape the note to loyd was in...

thanks loyd... not only for serving our country but for listening to me... i can assure you i will sleep better knowing that somebody out there besides me thinks of you...

just true love...

just snow...

snow is pretty...
for a little while anyway...


until someone walks through it...

human or dog...


or someone drives through it...


or something



pees on it... i won't make you look at that picture...

at first - it's shiny and sparkly and beautiful... and then it's dirty and slushy and gross...

i am over all the snow...

well - except for this part...

just loyd a. house...

so i drive past camp nelson nation cemetery twice a day... and i have for years now... the other day on the way home i decided that for this veteran's day i would meet and thank a new vet... not just my cousin matt who is currently serving in the army... not just my dad who served 25 years in the coast guard... not just my gramps who earned a purple heart during wwii... not just a facebook post that says 'have you kissed a vet today?'... although i will do all of those things... but meet someone new and thank them... so i went today and met loyd a house...

i parked my truck and wandered about until i ended up in front of loyd... i know nothing about this young man except what is on his headstone... which, by the way, is not a smooth marble as it may look... it's actually very coarse... i sat there for a long while in the silence and stared at loyd's final resting place wondering if he was married, had any children, where he served and how he died... i wondered if he had any family that still came to visit him... i wrote him a thank you note and was on my way...but not before i snapped a few more pics... i have to admit that i have never visited a cemetery before... but i plan on going back and meeting more vets... it was a beautiful and peaceful experience and one that i recommend to everyone...