Arson, Carlos, and the Ways of the World

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As I get a little older and wiser (wizened?) to the ways of the world, I am fascinated how a logical and rational approach to many of life's problems will often lead you to the following word/solution:

Arson.

If you do not believe me, just ask all of the folks here in Dayton Ohio who have recently found a very efficient way to [ahem] "flip/unload" an old house that can't be "moved" by more traditional means.

Or better yet, since many of you do not have access to these Daytonians, just ask my good friend, Tom Waits:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BggS9Wrd7os

FRANK'S WILD YEARS

(T. Waits)

Frank settled down in the Valley,

and hung his wild years

on a nail that he drove

through his wife's forehead.

He sold used office furniture

out there on San Fernando Road

and assumed a $30,000 loan

at 15 1/4 % and put a down payment

on a little two bedroom place.

His wife was a spent piece

of used jet trash,

made good bloody-marys,

kept her mouth shut most of the time,

and had a little Chihuahua named Carlos

that had some kind of skin disease

and was totally blind.

They had a thoroughly modern kitchen;

self-cleaning oven (the whole bit)

Frank drove a little sedan.

They were so happy.

One night Frank was on his way

home from work, stopped at the liquor store,

picked up a couple of Mickey's Big Mouth’s.

Drank 'em in the car on his way

to the Shell station, got a gallon of gas

in a can. Drove home, doused everything

in the house - torched it.

Parked across the street laughing,

watching it burn, all Halloween orange

and chimney red.

Frank put on a top forty station,

got on the Hollywood Freeway

and headed North.

Never could stand that dog.



. (button courtesy of Seymour Enterprises, Grass Valley, CA) . :-)

"Yeah! - FIRE!!! ... FIRE!!!"
.(B. eavis)

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