Well, as you may have guessed, things have not been the best lately, since September 11. The drop in divers happened almost over night. We have had more than our share of postponement and cancellations. We had to cut back on all our staff at the shop. We didn't lay anyone off but cut back on the hours. I'm only working half days for half pay, and half of nothing is not a hell of a lot, let me tell you. I don't know how long I can hang on as it's costing me money to go to work! I find myself starting to reevaluate my life and I get rather depressed, which goes completely against my "Lay back Lenny" image.
I was lying in bed last night and my heart started pounding. My blood pressure is up again. I just ran out on my medication. After spending 1 1/2 hours at $1.50 a minute, listening to various phone messages on the phone to the VA hospital in
I've been able to spend some time working on the plane but I haven't been able to receive any of the parts that I've ordered. Continental Airlines has refused to ship any mail weighing over 1 pound. Yesterday I had to buy two 1/4" stainless steel nuts at the hardware store here on the island. I can get them for 7 cents each in the states. They charged me $1.95 each! I gave the clerk 5 bucks and told him to "fuck and die"
Two weeks ago about 6 pm I get a call from my friend Joel (Francis’s brother) he asked if I wanted to start playing basketball again. They have started a "masters" league, which means that you have to be over 35 to play. I said, "Sure, when was the next game?" and he said "7 O'clock" I put on my old tennis shoes and went to the gym. The other team had all ten of their players; we had me, Joel and three other guys. So I played center for the entire game. Needless to say I was a little winded by the forth quarter. Well that's not actually true, I was exhausted by the end of first minute of the first quarter, but I made it all the way though. About half way though the second quarter the rubber soul on my left sneaker separated at the bottom. Every time I tried to run it would start flapping, not entirely unlike a chicken trying to fly away from an on coming motorcycle. This is not to say that I would intentionally clear across the road just to run over one on the little bastards, but rather as my High school English teacher would say; "Imagery"
I felt pretty good that night however and slept like a dead dog. Next morning I jumped out of bed, only my legs decided on their own about 10 minutes earlier that they were happy just where they were and they were going to spend the rest of the day in bed. I nearly fell on my face! Surprisingly enough I wasn't in that much pain the next day. The next game we had 7 players and I played about 3/4 of the game. The game after that there was only three of us, and last night I was the only one to show up. All the other guys are hurting and can't make it. I played for the other team. They had me playing center against this 6'3" 300 pounder. I was faster than he was so I managed to get past him a few times for easy lay ups. He changed his defensive tactics and figured the best way to stop me was the slap me in the head the next time I tried to go around him. It worked pretty well as he hit me right in the face and broke my only pair of glasses! So now what's left of my small world is all out of focus! I thought about telling him to "Fuck off and die" but after reflecting on the matter for a few moments, I let it slid this time, plus I'd have to stand on a small ladder to look him in the eye. Looking at the "official standing" I see we are fighting for last place!
I pretty sure that I'm going to get married sometime next year! Yeah, kind of took me be surprise likewise. I figure it's about that time, only problem is I don't know who it's going to be just yet. I use to like being by myself but lately I'm starting to feel a little lonely. Somehow it just doesn't seem right that everybody else in the whole world has a "Soul mate" but me. So I'm open to any and all suggestions.
After proof reading this I have come to the conclusion that this is rather pathetic and a not so veiled attempt at an out cry for help, which also goes against the "Lay back Lenny" image, so don't take any of the above too seriously. However if this has touched you in a small way please send one or more of the following items:
1) Money (unmarked small bills and preferably in
2) Drugs (doesn't really matter what kind, what ever I can't use I'll simply sell the school kids over at the play ground.)
3) Certified aircraft parts and hardware.
4) Tennis shoes size 10 1/2 (major name brand only please. Hey, I may be down and out, but I still have style)
5) Glasses…I don't know the prescription as I can't read what my optometrist wrote on the paper because he wrote it too goddamn small. If I could read the prescription I wouldn't need the damn glasses now would I? He name is Doctor Morgan, Hogan, or Borland. Hell, I don’t know. Do me a favor, any optometrist you see walking down the street, just walk up to him and say “Lenny says fuck off and die.” Thanks
6) Women; beautiful, sexy, and rich. If not real good looking then one with a lot of money will suffice.
Please send all donations to the “Help save Lenny Endowment.” A non-profit, charitable foundation dedicated to the preservation and continuation of the “Lenny lifestyle” which without your help is endangered and doomed to vanish in just one generation. So please give what you can. Remember, you don’t have to give “till it hurts” just to you feel a little discomfort.
Thank you and may God bless you.
Lenny Oberg
P.s. Please make all checks out to "Cash" as this will help facilitate the healing process.
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