Where to begin to tell the story.

I suppose......... with beginning  to tell............

Beginning after two cheap Margaritas with extra salt on the glass... 8 chicken wings deep batter fried in lard and a huge Greek Salad  should suffice............. and a      famitodina.........

Oliver was laying in bed by the open window the bed was right by the low painted soft blue with a flat water based paint  dried on the  window sill... good Lord! what was that noise?  A crazy woman out in the yard at 5:30 a.m.  mowing the lawn with a gas mower.... why the Sun was not even up yet...   Oliver started hollering at her in quasi anger on a rant............

Are you out of your mind?  etc........ can't you see what time it is?  What is the matter with you? Oliver was scolding her.... soon the neighbors were all chiming in as well... I guess the unhappiness and discontent was sort of easily contagious... you might or could say.............

Well next thing you know.... apparently Oliver had said something else to one of the disgruntled neighbors and off on a tangent they went of their of own accord bickering ...  Later he tried to back paddle... you know the old can't unsay what has been said, he did not feel good that he had been a part to making someone unhappy.

after things had settled down...........

His really good friend that had died about 6 years earlier came into the room...

Oliver was thrilled to see him... and had so much to ask him.... his old friend could speak to him or just tell him............. telepathic ............

Oliver noticed his friends hair was not  Gray any more  and he was younger looking...  he must of dyed his hair, that was Olivers Assumption.

He was stressing  the unimportance  of certain previous endeavors........ that had been undertaken in the past and he had been a part to.

Where his friend lived now..   there was no wanting.....  just doing, going, being, acts of spontaneity ....

The Allowing of yourself..... he tried to explain there was still some form of desire.... but not same earthly wanting... ascribed to earthly gain.......... like gold and money.

He thanked Oliver for not hounding him on his earlier earthly journey about any specific beliefs he held or did not hold....... and how he had not judged him for it... in the name of some foolish religion.

But conveyed to Oliver.. that he had not been     wholly    correct with his reasoning either.

Oliver looked up into the crystal clear night sky and noticed some Stars were brighter then others...

some more Vivid......... the heavens had stars of different hues..... and winking constellations....  and a diamond shape  one with a tail... something he felt  almost familiar with there.

Oliver recanted and wound up standing firm for the woman pushing the lawn mower at 5:30 in the morning after all she did not mean any harm and was deemed by him not right in the head and  by her oh so holy peers.... that  didn't mean she should be executed for it or any thing....  geese she was just cutting the grass because it was cool out and she wanted to...........

Oliver was so happy to see his old friend... that he told him so... he expounded upon it...  ' You really just don't know how happy I am to see you'

His friend left... but then came back again for a second time briefly ... this pleased Oliver immensely ....

and later  he thought to himself about what he had heard......... ' Your here still stems from Trying'

Where to begin to tell the story.