They’d sit ’round and watch re-runs of old television shows…Mutual Of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom…Johnny Carson…The Dean Martin Celebrity Roast…Barnaby Jones…all hours of the night and into early mornin’…passin’ a joint back and forth with swigs of whisky inbetween…occasional trips to the fridge for ice cream…week old pizza…frozen burritos they cooked in the microwave…chewin’ on pieces of American cheese…

And this went on for weeks…sleepin’ durin’ the day…wakin’ and bakin’…walkin’ ’round an old dusty house out on a gravel road by the railroad tracks just laughin’ their fool heads off…at the least little things…passages from, Zen And The Art Of Motorcylce Maintenance…cicadas hummin’ along in the evenin’ hours…sometimes gettin’ interspective with Pink Floyd’s, Dark side Of The Moon album…old records played on a turntable…they’d stand over it and watch ’em spin…

But…they loved each other…used to get stoned under the bleechers at high school football games…go out to the lake and make out for hours back then in an old Ford Fairmont…her long straight blonde hair would get caught in the seatbelt while he fumbled ’round with her bra strap…radio turned on…Art Bell talkin’ crazy talk conspiracies…for some reason they liked doin’ it to the voice of Art Bell…they’d hear that man talkin’ and immediately jump in the back seat…it really didn’t take much…

Now they were together forever…just getin’ stoned and watchin’ tv…pretty much the life they chose…never aspired for greatness…just two hoosiers livin’ life one day at a time…