I never sleep well. In fact I usually sleep 4-5 hours a night at most. It's not unusual for me to awaken to some random thought, so a couple of nights ago when I awoke with the question on my mind "Are there double-wide trailers in Mexico?" I didn't even wonder where the notion came from. However I was anxious to find out so I googled images of said trailers (in Mexico) and couldn't find any. The rugged and rocky terrain of Mexico did get me to thinking about western movies and so I started to wonder about Mark. Mark was the young son of the Lucas McCain in the T.V. series The Rifleman. In almost every episode the sheriff as a problem and rather than handle it himself he rides out to the McCain spread to enlist the aid of Lucas. Usually within 24 hours Lucas has ridden into town and gunned the "problem" down in the street like a sorry yellow dog. That's all well and good, but he usually does it right in front of Mark, and Mark is only 12 or 13 years old. I'm not sure just how mature one would have to be to not be damaged by these sights, but I'm pretty sure Mark isn't there yet.
This thought of unfit parents caused me to think about Timmy. You might remember Timmy. He was the boy from the long-running Lassie series. Where the hell did Timmy live? Every time he went out to play he fell into a well or an old abandoned mine shaft. His mother should have tied a board across his ass. Lassie was the only one that had any sense.
Now I'm getting sleepy again and I'm headed back to bed wondering why do they not have double-wide trailers in Mexico? I want to mention it to my wife but she will be irritated if I wake her for that. I know from experience.
The next day a friend explains to me that my condition has a name. It's called "Monkey Brain". I looked it up. It's real. I'm not going to spoil it for you by telling you the definition. This is now the end of the story. The end of the story unless you also have "Monkey Brain", and if so you will probably want to look it up yourself. Probably at 3 in the morning.