He had to circle the clearing twice to make sure his eyes had not deceived him, Against the glaring light of the sun he squinted almost to the point of tears To clearly see the small spec scurrying on the ground beneath him, like a frightened insect. When he landed but twenty five feet from it he could see that it was no more than a child and that it seemed very distraught and confused and stumbled around in a haze, until finally it fell to the ground and began to sob uncontrollably. He slowly moved closer until he was within ten feet from it, it was almost as if the child didn’t even know that he was there, he slowly lowered his gigantic Dragons head and gently nudged it with his massive snout as if trying to provide comfort, he reared slowly backwards cocked his head to one side and blinked several times before he Spoke softly in a deep throaty voice “why do you weep child?”

When the small boy looked up his sorrow had been replaced by a
Slowly growing fear as he realized he was face to face with a real live Dragon, “ Oh my! Please great beast do not kill me! I am just a boy, I surely can bring no harm to a beast so great as you!” he smiled warmly at the boy trying to reassure him that he was in no mortal danger, “child, I am not here to hurt you but to only ask what troubles one who is so young and full of life, I am a Dragon and though a giant I be, I too know of the ways of pain and sadness.” The boy looked up as though mystified that a Dragon could speak, “ Do you have a name Dragon?” again the great beast smiled warmly at him “ I am Asa.”

The boys name was Cuja, and he told Asa of a tale of evil soldiers that came into his village and enslaved all of the young men and woman, and were forcing them to work in a mine somewhere in the mountains to the north of his village, while leaving the old people and the very young to tend to and harvest the crops so the soldiers could return later and claim it for their own. They took Cuja’s parents and forced them into a wagon with all of the others three days ago, and he feared that he would never see them again and it was almost Christmas, and this is why Cuja was crying. The sun slowly set and together they watched as a beautiful blue full moon slowly rose into the dark starlit sky, Asa sat with the boy and listened to his story’s all through the night as he explained to the great Dragon the magical gift of Christmas, and how being with his Father and Mother for all of his eight years of his life had been a blessing because of them, and that he would surely miss them everyday that they were not there and especially on Christmas.

Later as the night slowly wore on the young Cuja fell into a deep peaceful sleep as Asa watched over him, and when The sun returned to the morning sky he would take the boy home to his village, and upon arrival caused quite the uproar with the people until Cuja explained the great Dragons presence there. Asa when seeing the condition of the villagers and how they had little time to tend to the very young because of the forced harvest, was slowly and surely becoming saddened by it. And as he watched them working in the fields sullen, tired and defeated, their weary sun parched eyes squinting against the hot afternoon sun he saw the fear there on their faces. None daring even to stop to quench their thirst with cool drink of water, and suddenly Asa’s sadness had turned into anger, and he lowered his head to young Cuja and vowed to him to bring his family home.

He flew north for all of five hours and slowly had picked up the trail as it went through a small mountainous range and wove a path through its little peaks and valleys. The trail moved around large jutting rocks and he could see where they wagons wheels had crossed over small streams and a dried up river bed, and at one point he’d landed to examine the wagon tracks to get a better feel for the general direction that they were headed in. Off in the distance he could see the light plumes of smoke slowly drifting up into the late afternoon sky, and the faintest scent of freshly charred meat carried itself on a slight breeze that brushed across his snout. The blood began to rush through his body as he returned to the air and rose above the their encampment, and began to survey the situation. He could see that their animals were tied together by a small grove of trees and the wagon pens were disconnected and off by themselves leaving the soldiers alone on foot and out in the open making them easy targets. He drove down strait at them and laid down a strait line of fire separating the soldiers, the animals and the wagons, scorching the landscape with his Dragon breath driving the bewildered soldiers away fleeing in terror from the angry Dragons wrath.

He landed to the rear of the wagons and with his snout Asa ripped the cage doors open and instructed the men to get the animals hooked back up to the wagons and he would take care of the rest of the soldiers. He drove them further and further over the small rolling hills with his fire until he looked back and could see that the fleeing wagons were now nothing more than specs on the distant horizon. The soldiers had all retreated and as he returned his attention to the wagons he thought about the mines that Cuja had spoke of, sadly it would have to be another fight for another day. In the three days that followed Asa flew above the wagons to ensure their safe return home and on the third day he felt his heart swell with pride as the villagers celebrated the safe return of their loved ones. And even more so when they Cheered for Him as he flew down and over the village. They would celebrate and even held a great party at the villages center in which Asa surprisingly found himself the guest of honor, they people there didn’t seem to care that Asa was a Dragon, to them he was a hero, and when it came time for him to leave they all gathered at the villages edge and each came to his side to wish the Dragon well, and as Asa lifted himself into the air in a whisper he shared a thought with himself “how wonderful a gift to share this humanity.”

Scratch © 2005

Welcome to the new X Page.



Slight Review.



A brief review of sorts. If you will, okay so maybe its just my strange way of looking at things, yeah that must be it. But I kinda Scratch my head sometimes at the way things just seem to work themselves out. Its been over a year now that I have been blogging here, and since one year has past there are a few unrelated things that I have noticed.

#1- It is one year later and since I have started blogging I have found that George W Bush, still has his head planted firmly up his ass.

#2- It is one year later and since I have started blogging I see that Michael Jackson is one step closer to realizing his dream of looking like a space alien.

#3- It is one year later and since I started blogging, I have found that no matter how much time has passed, all politicians have always been and will always be completely full of shit.

#4- It is one year later and since I started blogging, I have found that no matter how much anyone continues to object, stupid people are still breeding freely.

#5- It is one year later and since I have started blogging here, I have heard that none of Dick Cheney’s friends will go hunting with him again.

#6- It is one year later and since I have started blogging I have found that the blogstream has the best people on the internet. God Bless you this holiday season My friends!!

Floating In The Stream.



Lookin for some cool Christmas Tunes? Stop by our bud Biggie T’s place he’s got some Hot Christmas tunes for you to check out and some great bloggin going on over there too! And don’t forget to check out the Heliotrope site its Great!

To whom The Hag Crows!



To whom it may Concern..
Nurse Lola Mae and Ol Crotchety puss are still going at it hot and heavy over at the Enema Wars and the Nurse Cratchit’s Ward blogs.
They been swapping insults for some time now with sexy Lola Mae getting the upper hand on every occasion. I guess ol crotchety Cratchit just never can tell when she’s been out classed.

A work in Progress.



Although the new X Page continues to be a work in progress in the coming days I will be scouting new blogs to spotlight in the new blogger shout outs, as well as starting a blogstream bulletin board,
where if you have blogstream related problems pm them to me, and I will post them so everyone that reads this blog can read and offer assistance to whoever needs it. whatever ails you.. post it on the X Page.. later on my friends.!!

Poor Chuck..



Every woman in his life seems to live solely for the purpose of Disrespecting him.



His own Dog is constantly dissing him and is a complete Smart ass.



His best friend is a wimpy Thumb sucking Blanket wielding Wannabe Philosopher.



His little Sister is a hussy who is constantly trying to undermine the best friendship by flirting with the thumb sucker.






I feel for you chuck.. I really do.

So I’m sittin here in the desk chair laboring in my mind, trying to come up with a Sunday night post for the Echoes blog and I’m getting nothing ya know. I wrote part of the new story that I got brewing over at Scribbling’s, but here I’m getting nothing. So I go to the Fridge and get me a shot of Nog and some chocolate chip macadamia nut cookies and I hear the sounds of squealing tires comin from outside the Tomb. So I’m all thinking like, next stop…Gunshots.. Somebody is doing a drive by.. So I peek out of the door but its pitch black outside so I go back to the writing and a second later there’s this knock on the door. So I’m all like,
“Yeah? Who is it?”
And I hear this gruff voice outside of the front Door.
“Its me Scratch.”
“Who?”
“The big Guy.”
“God?”
“No Scratch…Think bigger.”
“Bill Gates?”
“Not THAT big.”
There’s a slow beating pause that echoes against the cold night air, and then..
“No Scratch.. Its me Santa. Lemme in willya?”
“So What do ya want man? It ain’t frickin Christmas yet.”
“C’mon Scratch! Its cold out here!”
So I open the door and he’s standing there in this fur lined red leather Jump suit. And I look over the side of the railing and theres this Big Red dump truck sittin in my parking spot. I give the Claus man a inquisitive look. And He nods.
“Yeah its mine.. Just bought it, cool huh?”
We go inside and he parks his big red azz on futon. And I make him some coffee. Which he happily slams down in record time so I make another pot and resign myself to the desk chair.



So I’m looking at him over the top of my glasses as he slams down his third pot of my best breakfast blend.
“So…Santa.. What are you doing man? Shouldn’t you be working and planning being this close to Christmas and all?”
“Oh.. Hey Scratchman, I’m just out cruising ya know?, taking a break.. Stuff like that.”
He finishes the third as I’m pouring the forth.
“So.. What’s up with the red leather jump suit S Man?” I ask him.
“Oh this?.. Yeah I’m trying to update my image.. Ya know? I think I look kinda fly don’t you? A real Pimp daddy!”
I sit back and my chair and study him closely. He doesn’t look like I remember.
“You know S, all guys go through this chit sooner or later, they buy new clothes, get a cool new set of wheels, next thing you know You’ll be rolling up to the stop light in that new dump truck trying to pick up on the honeys. C’mon S man.. What gives? This ain‘t you man.”
He takes off the hat and suddenly he looks a little sad.
“Scratch.. Its all of this information and technology floatin around dude. it’s the internet, its cell phones its this faster life that everybody lives now. Kids are growing up too quick, childhood is becoming an obsolete concept. Nobody believes in me anymore.”
“Aw it’s a phase S man, it’ll pass there will always be a need for Santa Claus. You can’t change, you’re a classic. We need you the way you are.”
He scratches his whiskers, and watches me, and looks at the blank computer screen. He smiles and raises himself from the futon and runbles towards the door.
“Where ya goin S?”
“I’m taking that truck back, I gotta get back to the pole, work to do ya know?”
he walks towards the stairs, stopping halfway to look over his shoulder at me. “Ditch the red leather!” I tell him.
“Yeah I know Scratchman. I still have the old one in the truck, I kept it just in case.”
“In case of what?”
“Hey Scratchman! Its all about the streed cred ya know what I mean? I got a rep to protect, and besides I think I’ll keep the red leather, Mr.s C might dig it.”
He winks and lumbers down the stairs towards the dump truck, and I go back inside to an empty nog glass and cookie bag. I look back out the door. He drank my Nog and ate my frickin cookies! He’s still pretty fast for an old fat white guy.

Scratch.. © 2006

There are a whole lot of angry hostile people these days. I went out briefly this morning to cash my paycheck and peruse through town while I waited for the apartment manager to return from his daily business so I could pay the rent. I went to the credit union where I do most of my banking and People were in line grumbling because they had to wait a whole two minutes for a teller to get open. They were a bit under staffed from the looks of things so I tried to be patient, other’s unfortunately were a bit more rude, my advice take it easy man. They’re human, and it isn’t all their fault. I go to the market just fifteen minutes later, there’s a guy and a young girl with a baby in the shopping cart, they’re yelling at the little kid because its crying and acting out, because it wants a piece of candy or something else, they have a case of beer and two cartons of cigarettes in the cart but they can’t afford to give the child a piece of candy? My advice relax.. Don’t be so selfish. it’s a child its supposed to act immature, that’s what children do when they are little. Every where I go people are acting and lashing out at each other. For what appears to me to be very stupid reasons, people are yacking on the phone while they are driving their cars and when someone cuts them off because they aren’t paying attention to what they are doing, things get ugly and escalate very quickly. America needs a good attitude enema, or just learn to slow down and pay attention to the shit that REALLY matters.. I don’t know, this is the forth thing that I’ve written today maybe I’m the one that needs to stop what he’s doing and take it slower. Laters gang I’m out.. Enjoy your weekend.

SCRATCH.