Why is the sky Blue?

I remember asking that question of an older gentleman whom was a regular patron of the bar my mother pulled shifts at when I was just a youngster. Yep, that's right, a youngster...

So now probably wondering just "how young" and what in the hell was I doing at the bar so young and thinking to yourself "how typical" or “what a dysfunctional” while lounging on your slightly under average and just settled for to save a buck bar co-sofa or whatever you wish it could have or should have been and then stop.

Now, gaze across the room at the old fashion antique lead based mirror that you got back when you live at that...Where did that thing come from anyway, dudu dudu?

(Confucius say: “Who cares?)

Can you see yourself through those wavy lines? Nope. Is it because of that humongous glare from that way too bright one hundred and something watt bulb in the fixture of the ceiling fan that you never turn on because your afraid it's going to spin off it's axis (go back to school where it was o.k. to cry when you tripped and fell) and cut you up while watching reruns of something also and obviously just under average because you fell out by the second commercial break with your thumb in your mouth.

I promise I won't tell anyone and you don't have to pay me to be your friend, hahahehe! O.k. enough of that

Why IS the sky blue? Do you know? Do you even care? Is it going to change the way you feel about the sky, or your Mom, or God, or whether or not God deserves to have a capital letter no matter where he lands in the sentence and you know what I mean, right? Huh? Well, is it or does it or will it or are you and I...

Yep I said it, we really are that pompass!

I believe that I misspelled that last word back there intentionally because I never got hooked on phonics, or anything else for that matter..

Thank you, I could not have done it with out the support of you "my loathing fans" and all the backing I've received from absolutely no one; so with that I would personally like to thank the "man in the mirror", here's looking at you kid, knock em' dead....or...break a leg...that's my boy, so, way to be a soldier and suck it up or cowboy up or, but wait, I'm not a...? Or am I?

At any rate, the sky is cool with me so when and if it ever turns baby shit green, well, I guess that bridge will shelter some young starving artist (junkie) that just won't suck it up so not to get sucked in.

That's to easy ain’t it folks?

I'll cross it when I come to it hopefully before some FREAKIN” foreign bearded FUCKTART with no respect for his own personal hygiene decides to blow it up to impress his friends while simultaneously spawning an ass that is head-ridden by an even bigger FUCKTART (I’m not bitter) that will never be that COOL but probably The President.

But seriously!

If still wondering why the sky is blue, then do me a favor will ya'? Ask the next person you see whether you know them or not if they could be so kind as to fill you in on this stupendicular sideways stumper? Ride-On…