A fresh snow

The laughter was the worst part, I could have handled it if it wasn't for the laughter. A shrill almost inhuman    sound it was enough to melt the sturdiest man's courage. They cackled together just out of my sight like hyenas about to make a kill. One moment everything was fine and then out of nowhere they attacked, I made a break for cover but twisted my ankle in the process. Now I sat there my back against a tree my pulse pounding listening and waiting, wondering if I'd ever see my home again. Their laughter faded slowly into silence and I knew they were planning their attack I had to act now or not at all. I was almost certain that their base was at the bottom of a nearby hill were they had dug a little trench through the snow. I gathered my ammunition together, if I could just make a break for that hill before they could mount their attack, I might be able to make a surprise attack of my own. I gritted my teeth and forced myself to ignore the pounding coming from my shattered ankle as I ran towards the hill. Just as I reached the top of the hill I saw the first of my attackers, his eyed widened as he tried call out but it was too late.I let my snowy ball of death loose and it flew expertly into his tiny face. I looked down at the bottom of the hill only to see my enemies looking up with an uncertain look in their eyes. That uncertainty was the only thing I needed I began to rain snow and ice upon them with a fury only nature could understand. I took out three of them with my initial barrage but the last two began to retreat. I easily took out the slower of the two with a well aimed shot but just as I was about to pursue the last of my foes the gods smiled upon me and he tripped on a root hidden by the snow. I stood over him snowball firmly grasped in my hand as he began to sob and beg for mercy, a mercy he would'nt find from me. "You drew first blood, not me!" I said as I raised my arm and with a flick of my wrist put down the last of my would be murderers. There I stood alone surrounded by the unconcious bodies of the six children who had picked the wrong man on the wrong day. I shook my head weary and saddened by yet another senseless war.

A letter to my friends?

Dear Friends, I understand that it is January, I even understand that it is rainy and cold outside, but when someone throws a  fish fry it just seems like good manners to come. I'm not saying you even had to stay for a long time just make an appearance eat a little fish, heck maybe just have some grape cool-aid. I can see where maybe this was my fault I could have done more then just post it on facebook at 4:00 in the morning and sure I could put up the time and place but c'mon guys you can't put this all on me have you ever heard of a text message? Maybe something like "Hey Robbie just saw your having a fish fry, What time and where I'd like to attend." So anyway If I don't look you in the eyes the next time I see you, now you know why.


-Love and best wishes Robbie

An unexpected terror

When I first started running a few weeks back I had not really considered the fact that there might be
any real dangers or things to be cautious about while on my late night excursions. Well as always I proved that I am shamefully naive of the world around me. I have discovered at the very least two dangers and if you care to join me I want to introduce you to one of these on our way "back to the Robbie."
                 Imagine that you are running down a street at a nice even pace, Neil Young singing seductively in your ears. Its eleven o'clock on a cold winters night and there is still snow on the ground around you, you can feel the cold air on your face as the muscles in you legs begin to throb and your lungs take in the sharpness from the air around you. As you look at your surroundings trying to decide which direction you should head in next you notice something less than a block ahead of you which brings you instantly back from the dream like state Neil Young always puts you in. There not even a stones throw away is a large dog wandering the lonely streets with the strenght and excuberance only a young dog can possess. But wait you think to yourself youth equals inexperience and stupidity in a word violence, unmitigated violence. Your pulse quickens and your hands clench into fist as you begin picturing the fate that awaits you just feet ahead. As you approach the dog ready to meet your unsavory demise your eyes lock and his mouth raises in a vicious growl as if to drench your already moist pants, but just then you get a desperate idea and pray that it will work. Your eyes never leaving his you begin to sing "Heart of Gold" with all your might hoping that the beauty that is Neil Young can reach even this primitive creature. To your surprise his mouth lowers and his eyes soften as you reach the final lines in your sing song voice "And I'm getting OLD!!!" his tail shoots between his legs as he scampers away from you taking one final look as if to say "Thank you kind sir for showing me a world beyond this garbage I was just eating." And as you continue your run you think to yourself that tonight you have just made a friend and with that thought you run home to change into much drier pants.
                     
Thank you for joining me on this trip "Back to the Robbie" and if you missed the danger it was dogs.

My Friend Irene

As my first blog I thought it would be appropriate to talk about something near and dear to my heart. That something happens to be my friend Irene she is mean, mean, and oh yeah mean. Her favorite pasttime is finding inventive new ways to make me cry and she is getting very good at it. Today she decided to do so by questioning my manhood. Anywho thats about it

- Later and don't forget to go back to the Robbie