Sources have revealed that Durango is actually a 15 year old teenage boy living in Houston. I know, it's rather disappointing, but now this mystery can be put to rest...Since this revelation, it will no longer be necessary for me to take a side trip to Ft Worth, instead I'll be going to Turner Falls in Oklahoma to see my very first water fall.
Since Durango can no longer access my blog, I think this is the perfect opportunity to tell ya'll how I came to be involved with the mystery of Durango. It all started with a simple question back in February on Face Book. He wasn't one of my friends at the time, but a friend of Gar the Texan, whom was my friend in high school. Durango was trying to figure out what in the world poking was on Face Book, seems that he was a bit new to it and all, and since I knew all about it, I made a deal with Durango that if he added me as a friend...I'd tell him all I knew about the subject. He added me and then I taught him the fine art of poking, although he's never poked me. Maybe a little while longer, he found out that I have a blog, I'm thinking it happened when I made a comment on one of his postings, but I can't be for sure.
Although I've been corresponding and reading Durango since February I still don't know much about him. I do know that he sleepwalks. I also know that he likes to travel.
I'm not quite sure what he looks like, I know of a little old lady he helped out in Texas by blogging about a sweet little festival that her town was putting on. The little old lady sent Durango a tee shirt in gratitude, and he blogged about it and took photos of himself wearing the shirt, but really...he could have had someone else wearing the shirt. He's as mysterious as the Stonehenge, that's not the real Stonehenge you see but a replica on the UTPB campus in Odessa, Texas. I'll be out in Dallas, near Ft Worth, in August. I do know that Ft Worth is where Durango resides. I'm thinking that I'm gonna solve this mystery soon.
15 comments:
Good Luck with solving that mystery.
Don't worry...I have a mole.
A good plastic surgeon can remove a mole.
Only if said plastic surgeon can locate the mole...some are subcutaneous.
Durango is a cross-dressing drag queen who lives in the backwoods of Quebec. I don't know if you can solve the riddle by traveling to Fort Worth.
He/she only comes out once every 30 years or so and then only appears for about 30 days. It appears as an outdoorsy slightly socially inadequate gentleman and then disappears.
I believe it stems from someone dragging it from its hiding place 10 years ago and traumatizing it in a completely social firebomb involving a large loud woman, a vicious love triangle and some other social misfits from something called dfw.singles. There may have been an exotic snake involved.
Gar---I told you if you ever mentioned the snake bad things would happen to you. You must not have understood that I was serious about bad things happening to you.
Gar...Sorry, but I'm gonna have to stick with my own sources on this one...the other tres bizarre.
Anywho, only since and I'll reinterate ONLY SINCE I've been interested in deciphering the puzzle has anyone else been slightly inquisitive...
Durango, don't worry darlin' no one reads this blog anyway...your secret is safe
No it is not. Secret. Gar's malicious slander is in the current issue of the National Enquirer. I don't know what I'm gonna do to Gar. But I do know, it won't be pretty when I'm done.
Gar, I'm afraid for you...seriously and truly frightened, I've never witnessed the Durango so upset.
Never fear. Durango is harmless. Except when he wears the red leather.
Gar, does the ensemble include a mask as well? Out damn image, OUT!!!
The dialogue between you two is profoundly disturbing.
Well... I mean... look at the subject matter.
I'm thinking that it speaks volumes that you two were the top 2 students in a class of 15. And somehow that went to your heads and put all sortsa clinkers in your thinkers, like delusions of wittiness that seem painfully distorted, over and over again, to the objective distant observer. If that makes absolutely no sense, in my defense, I am making the Gar the Texan constant mistake of writing this type stuff after having been to a Happy Hour. A very early Happy Hour.
Ahhh...that explains your outrageously, friendly attitude today.
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