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My name is Chad Davis. I am the creation of my Lord and Savior, I am the son of Marilyn Davis and the late Carl Davis, I am the brother of Gregory Carl Davis, I am a husband to the amazing Tara Davis, and I am a friend to many; all of which put up with me and keep me in-line. I am grateful and blessed to have such an amazing cast of characters in my life. Without them, I would have nothing to write about.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

O Brother, Where Art Thou?

I lied. I felt wonderful this morning as I was Crop Dusting my way to work. Now, I'm motivated to write A Little Something Sweet. I know you might be thinking, "Huh?" but I'm not going to explain so just follow along. If you did catch that, then you know who this is directed to.

Where did you go? You were all doing so well, and then you just disappeared. Now, you've fallen off the face of the earth, again. I know that you all lead busy, busy lives, but I don't think you understand how much you're missed. I'm so far away and isolated on the reservation that I have no clue what is going on in your lives. I know that you've never been here to see me, but I just want to assure you that not much has changed since the last time you read up on Oklahoma. In case this message reaches, know that I am blending in well; I look pretty sweet in a head dress and face paint. The peace pipe is a personal favorite. They have renamed me "Fights Like Girl" whatever that means. You know, they're actually on to something with this whole Rain Dancing thing; we're getting flooded here. From what it sounds like, you all should give it a try.

I look forward to receiving word from you soon. However, I am worried sick about you due to lack of communication. For all I know, my neighbor's desperate attempts to break out of the reservation may have been successful, and you were hit with an arrow. Please write soon so that I know you are alive and well, or if you get on a whim, you should come and visit. I will make sure that my friends let you through the border without circling your wagons.

I do see fragments of your existence when I read the Red Writing. Last week, I read an article that made me go, "Huh?" but I think I might have imagined reading it because I haven't seen anything similar since. If I had just One Life Lived, I would suggest To Everything A Season that it's time for bright flashing lights and lovely sounds. As a matter of fact, the season is almost over for you to see those lights and waste your pennies.

Anyways, I look forward to a response and wish to SEE you soon!

P.S. The drugs are working and I'm feeling better. A little loopy if you can't tell...

3 comments:

  1. Hahaha...Point taken! But last time I checked the border lets people in and OUT!!! So next time you and your wagon make your way to Texas you should stop in and make nice with your family! I will be floating the river this weekend but maybe when I get back I will post a little something sweet.


    and havent your heard...mom and M have donated to the indians 3 times this week!!!!

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  2. Someone needs to lay off the Peyote and Firewater!

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  3. Funny, Funny, Funny

    Chad, I am glad to see that you are feeling better and back to your writing.

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