I Walk The Line

Who is Resse Witherspoon?

Johnny Cash sat picking Cotton in the south to those old radio shows. Never knowing he would marry the voice from the radio. The only one who could sing better than mamma next to that one tree on the hill. In olden days they said that tree grew some strange fruit. I heard it recalled that the Magnolia’s smell sweeter after the Lynching. But Mamma takes all those sins away from that one tree on the hill.

It is coming up on Ash Wednesday and something must be given up. I am waiting on my friends call. He chooses for me. Last year he chickened out. Well he told me to give up, chicken! But when I was living in that boarding house. It was barely a boarding house. It was a hotel on the off season that kept every drunk and addict from the cold. Not a place of mercy with those prices. But you could pay by the week. I was the former and not the later. He called me that year and it was Bourbon. So me and Johnny parted ways.

I gave up that Johnny, but never the Cash. In fact I made allot of money since then. To some it replaced my previous addiction. So when the Bush Tax cuts was coming through, he had me give up 40 days salary to the Salvation Army. A dept over due, they are the ones who got me out of that boarding house into one of their colonies behind their store.

So when I watching Anna Nicole Smith coming out of that court room with the spoiled brat shirt on her rack bigger than Pamela Anderson’s, check book that is, it striked a cord that stuck when I seen her this week coming out of the Supreme Court. Just like Janet Jackson at the Superbowl, show some breasts and everyone will ignore the real politics of that day. Now can you tell me what other major historic cases were going on the same day Anna nicole Smith walked out? It was like no limit Hold em poker straight from texas! One percent slight of hand, two percent diversion, three percent face, four percent victim. Texas Politics.

So I flip the channel again past the Pokemon Challenge, Dragonball Z, WWE, Britney Spears on MTV, and Hillary Duff’s big teeth and I settle back into my radio and play Johnny Once more. The tube will only melt your brain and if you still have a penchant for it. Walker is more fun, but just as dangerous. I recommend staying away from both.

And if you happen to be a black man, stay away from Texas. They fry strange fruit nowadays and no Magnolia’s can cover that smell.

For one Johnny died on September 11th and he was no friend of Bushes and I parted my ways with Walker, not Herbert walker for I never walked with that man, back in 2001. I relapsed once since that lent, but I have been on both wagons since.

I walk the Line.