“Art is the Child of Pain.”
Excerpt From Pink Cake: The Quote Collection
Pink Cake: The Quote Collection – Kramer Wetzel
Pink Cake: A Commonplace Book
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I recall the ads from a time gone by, distant echos and the first search showed businesses in Dallas and Albuquerque. That fits my timeline.
“If you brought your car in a five minutes to six, and it took and hour and half to fix, we will stay late….”
Here’s my deal, I sold liquor in Texas, in my formative stages. The state is very strict about when all alcohol has to be up and gone — usually nothing after 2:00 AM, with “bar time” running fifteen minutes fast to insure there is no problem. Despite the current quarantine and masked conditions, I’ve found my kind nature has been sorely tested, again and again.
I don’t run a shop like the old “Bill King Brake-O,” no, it’s by appointment, and right now, nothing starts after 4:00 PM (my time).
Day-ham, I sound cranky.
With the uncertainty of the current times, I find this very simple and straightforward. I book weeks to months out, for readings, and I’m available most afternoons, and I’ll book a reading, a phone consultation, when I get notice of payment.
It’s really simple. But it’s not like the old for Bill King’s Brake-O.
Pink Cake: The Quote Collection – Kramer Wetzel
Pink Cake
Pink Cake: A Commonplace Book
San Pedro Creek (temporarily free e-book)
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Inbound Questions and outbound answers…
Hi Kramer,
I hope you are staying safe and sound.
You had shared a reading with me a few months ago and you had mentioned that the end of this year is going to “get very weird.” I have thought about this almost every day and was hoping you could elaborate a little to put my mind at ease.
Best,
Short answers?
Check the horoscopes, all open and free until this crap blows over.
Or, check what I predicted at the beginning of the years, still stands:
Or, what I recently submitted to the Austin Alchemist.
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The precipitous drop in oil prices, plus the pandemic panic left the little town in West Texas at a loss. Like an image from the old West, a single tumbleweed blows through the town’s main street. Times are tough, seems like everyone is living on credit.
A tourist, a Millennial from Austin, drives through town, thinks he (or she) might like to stay at the motel, it’s kind of a classic with a retro-vibe to it. He (or she) asks to see a room, laying a hundred dollar bill on the counter as a deposit.
As soon as the person from Austin trundles off with a couple of room keys, the motel manager grabs that $100 and runs next door to the grocery. The guy who own the grocery has been letting the motel slide on credit, and the $100 pays that off.
The guy who owns the grocery calls up a local cattle rancher, and tells him to run by and get paid $100 for the back-due bill on beef. The rancher, not doing anything, hops over and collects the $100 from the grocery guy.
The rancher’s been living on credit from the Feed and Seed store, so he drives over there, and drops that $100 on his bill.
The manager at the Feed and Seed store owes the local hooker, as she’s been providing a service on credit. He calls her up and she walks over to get paid.
The hooker, who has been renting a room at the motel, takes the $100 and lays it on the counter at the motel.
While burnt-orange shag carpet does have a delightful, retro-vibe to it, as far as spending the night there? That Austin Millennial changes his (or her) mind, and asks for the money back. The $100 is sitting on the counter, where the hooker left it.
No one did anything, no products were produced, but someone got screwed.
And note.
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
(cf. The Hollow Men)
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San Pedro Creek (temporarily free e-book)
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The IBM Selectric was on of my Pipe Dreams. It after wrestling and eventually surrendering a manual typewriter?
There are still a couple of portable manual typewriters that hold great interest for me, but I don’t see that happening, as I have no place to store, or worse, no place to set up and then use such a device.
The old, upright Underwood is another desirable piece, but again, no place for it in my real world.
Finally? The IBM Selectric.
Dreams, fantasies, and the old, commodity-driven ideal that if I just had the right tool, I would be a better writer.
It’s false equivalency.
We know that, now. Then, too, I have no place — or paper, ribbons, and other supplies, for such a toy.
See the Scorpio scope, from what? Almost 20 years?
Dreams don’t die, but I still can’t use a typewriter.
Or see the Leo horoscope?
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Just that, ASTRO Motel link.
Two-Meat Tuesday – Kramer Wetzel
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