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Did You Ever Get The Feeling...

...that saying the wrong thing would have disastrous consequences? This is about the third time I've had similar conversations with this kid. You meet all kinds of people on the internet. I'm not going to lead anyone's thinking on the following despite what happened today in Connecticut.
  This is an actual conversation I had just about an hour ago and I didn't bother to change any names. I am particularly bothered by the fact that I feel like I'm in a "blue wire, red wire" situation. Every time I talk to this kid, I feel like if I fuck up, it will be a colossal fuck up. Although I feel I am able to keep it contained as I have been there and I can relate and I know what to say, I really don't like being in this situation.
   Anyway, if anyone reads my bullshit, this isn't bullshit and I would appreciate any input. The following is 100% real and unedited.


Never tell your password to anyone.

[VLR] connor: hey grim
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: wattup
[VLR] connor: nothing really i jsut got off l4d2 cause i got this girl telling me to shut up
[VLR] connor: and the other team get lucky break unlike us
[VLR] connor: how u been?
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: well, you can be a tad chatty sometimes
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: i've been good
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: you?
[VLR] connor: even my parent's admit that but what do u except i have no social life
[VLR] connor: only games, i try not to be annoying or play with anyone just bbe by myself forever
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: yeah, i used to have none either
[VLR] connor: no one excepts me for who i am, no one helps me out
[VLR] connor: u know what that's like right
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: yup
[VLR] connor: gives u the feeling u don't want to live anymore
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: what the fuck did i tell you about that shit before?
[VLR] connor: all i wanted was friends, i've lost trying to get what is not posssible, i only want respect now
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: don't make fucking life decisions based on your teenage years
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: being a teenager blows
[VLR] connor: espically one who only has games and music to cheer him up
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: I only had music
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: at least you have games.
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: there was no internets when I was a teenager
[VLR] connor: sorry man
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: not your fault, you weren't alive to invent it for me
[VLR] connor: i just wish life was good at one point you think by now i'd be giving some respect
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: nah. not when you're a teenager
[VLR] connor: makes u want to idk gdo something great to get attention
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: i assume that by "something great" you mean cure cancer or some shit
[VLR] connor: mabye go to that kindergarden school and kill or capture those killers
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: that fucker's already dead. Those pricks always off themselves.
[VLR] connor: idk but when i heard about it i got mad like the feeling that u want to go punch him in the gut
[VLR] connor: i though there was 2
[VLR] connor: one's dead and the other is catured
[VLR] connor: captured
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: You know, last weekend I went to Philabundance to go pack up food for poor people. You ever think about doing some nice shit for people?
[VLR] connor: i have i've donated canned foods at my school
[VLR] connor: was gonna bring some toys in but didn't have enough time
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: No, that's bush-league
[VLR] connor: u mean actually walk to a poor person and give them something they don't have>
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: I'm talking about finding a place (like Philabundance) and going there and packing up food or something. Get to meet people, feel good about yourself... you know, shit like that.
[VLR] connor: i know what your talking about
[VLR] connor: no i've never done that but sometimes i wish i will
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: Thanksgiving I went to Camden NJ to the mission over there and helped restock the shelves while the poor folks came through to get food.
[VLR] connor: somebody's got a good heart
[VLR] connor: i wish it were that simple though
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: Get to meet all kinds of people who also help out, see people worse off than yourself.
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: You know?
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: It's just a thought
[VLR] connor: i would like to help others but how from my standpoint?
[VLR] connor: i got no car, no job to buy anything and give it tho them nothing
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: THem bits I did didn't cost me shit except my time.
[VLR] connor: so it was alrdy there u just gave it to them?
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: The Camden bit I do every Thanksgiving week and I go through my wife's church. I don't go to church, but she has me hooked up.
[VLR] connor: yeah i'm pretty bad about going to church 2
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: Last weekend it was at Philabundance's warehouse, there was a shitload of people there,
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: If you can find some way to do it, there's always people willing to give a ride.
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: Turn that negative energy into something fucking productive
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: just a thought
[VLR] connor: how i'm just a teen i can't do anything right now?
[VLR] connor: if anything i have to relie on my parnets
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: So, find something local and go do it and get 'em to drop you off.
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: Do something positive
[VLR] connor: i'll think about it
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: Good
[VLR] connor: if i can't be accepted by anyone at least i can do good
[VLR] connor: and earn my way into heaven if possible
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: exactly
[VLR] connor: i should stop caring about what others think of me anyways
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: You go do good shit and you'll be amazed who respects you
[VLR] connor: that's nice to hear
[VLR] connor: thanks for the info
[VLR] connor: good conversation
[VLR] connor: i'll see what i can do to make a difference
(SGS MC) The Grim Retard: I hope so. Much better than sitting around being a fucking mope
[VLR] connor: true
[VLR] connor is now Away.

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Fishing Today with Joe

Our trip almost got screwed by some drunk fuckwad who manged to somehow nose-dive our parking spot on a fucking straight-away.  But all in all, good day. Caught a bunch of pike and bass. 

The pain of the impossibility of the possible is simply immeasurable.

Found in Phone 2

Blurry, but I love this picture.

Found in Phone

Summer pic.

Mars Discovery

  I was having my coffee this morning before work and there was a story about the Mars rover, Curiosity, discovering something that will go down in the history books.  At this time, NASA will not reveal what it is until they are 100% certain that the discovery's facts are absolutely solid and bullet-proof and they expect to announce it in a few weeks.
  This is very exciting news. After all, the implications of the announcement of this discovery could vastly change our view of our place in the universe. Philosophy, religion, medicine, could all be affected by this and it is not to be taken lightly. It could be the announcement that shakes us to the core as a single race of people. It could unify us as people. It could also potentially divide us. Or both. It could vastly change our view of our place in the universe and I for one am thrilled that there is something so incredible to be announced and that it is happening in my lifetime.
  Anyway, we were talking it over at work today and we have decided that the discovery can only be one thing; The ancient ruins of an intergalactic anal-probe factory.


   Can't wait to find out if we're right.

I just took a test that made no fucking sense at all and yet somehow, the results were somewhat startlingly accurate (for the most part).

Anyway, the test is here if anyone wants to take it.

Unlike most people, you have a strong — at times destructive — independent streak. Routine tasks are frustrating and often impossible to complete, unless you’ve created them for yourself.

At the moment, you are under substantial stress and anxiety. This is caused by the unshakable feeling that you’re not fully in control of your own life.

An existing relationship in your life, either romantic or business-related, is currently unsatisfactory. You’re presently contemplating the possibility of escape. This can make you irritable or uncomfortable at times, even around the people you love.

However, when you are in control, you’re capable and even excited to make difficult decisions. This occasionally leaves you feeling isolated or alone. You are willing to make this trade-off, if it means being in charge of your own life.

The darker emotions inside you — those underlying urges that all humans have — are very strong. And yet, you have the ability to harness that energy to achieve your goals. This makes you unique among our testing population. You can focus your energy, both positive and negative.

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Wife and Kids Away, Trouble Follows

   Well, so much for staying out of trouble. I was just on 55 doing 82 mph behind five other cars also doing 82 mph and some fuckwad is six feet behind me flashing his lights. I stopped my car right there in the left lane, got out, he rolled down his window and I punched him in his fucking face. Got back in my car and drove away. Changed my clothes, called my neighbors for an alibi. Fuck.
   I figure, if the cops don't show up within the hour, I'm ok.

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I love this song. Nevermind it's as filthy as it gets. I would love it if were sung in Chinese. Nevermind that she's a blonde... I want six hours with Heather Nova.

You Better Get Yourself Running...

...There's a hurricane coming.

   I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous about this storm. However, I've got everything prepared as much as possible and I just have to hope that it's enough. Gutters cleaned out, extensions on the downspouts, everything that can fly is in the garage, trash cans lashed, lawn furniture tied together, dug a trench and sandbagged a problem area, bought extra flashlights, caulked, got the extra freezer cranked up to "Siberian Front", got forty pounds of ice for me and another forty for the neighbors in that freezer, dished being washed, laundry rocking and rolling... Even got the windometer/pinwheel out on the front lawn.
   
















 
 Nothing left to do now but wait. 

   Satan's asshole in the backyard is definitely on my mind as what I figure is going to be the next piece of shit it will drop hangs over power lines. 

















School is closed for the next two days. 
This is really going to suck.



Good luck to all in the path.

Third Grade Dance

 I just took my daughter to her third grade dance. On the check-in table was a sign. It read:
NO HATS.
NO RUNNING.
KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF.
BE RESPECTFUL OF OTHERS.
NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CELL PHONES.

And that's it.

Not a peep about guns, drugs, ladies of the evening, gambling, smoking, or spitting.

Fishing all day yesterday with Joe (his Shovelhead is pissing out quarts) on his little bass boat + two rides today (Batsto solo and I don't know where with Johnny and Tom) = good fucking weekend.

   For years I have been trying to genetically engineer rabbits that only eat weeds, but so far they all just turn out evil. I really should have paid more attention in biology class.

Some Shit Just Doesn't Make Sense

   Yesterday, my wife's twenty four year old cousin got killed when his quad landed on him. This is the worst thing that I've ever experienced. You know, people die. That's life, right? Bobby was twenty-four, a great kid. His old man is great. His old lady is great. Not alot of people in my wife's family get a solid seal of approval from me. I've known this kid for his whole entire life. He was a good person. Grew up good. Him dying is unfathomable to me. It still has not sunk in. I woke up this morning hoping it was a bad dream. It ain't right. It's just not fucking right.
   The only good that I can see coming of this is to maybe make those who knew him know how important it is to enjoy every moment of those that you love and never ever take that for granted. Let those you love know that you love them every day, over and over and fuck the petty shit.

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They Killed Off Opie

   Motherfucker. I'm never gonna watch this fucking show again. Opie? Really? Fuck you Kurt Sutter. Fuck you in the ass with the driest, pointiest, disease-ridden cactus that has spiders in it. I'm sure it plays to the story, but fucking A, I have been waiting all of these seasons for Opie to get justice for everything and you just took that from me.  For me, this was the series finale. Fuck you, Kurt Sutter.

fyi: When Opie shot Clay, I jumped out of my chair (no shit).

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The Tree I Call 'Satan's Asshole'...

...dropped another bomb in my backyard Saturday night. This time it was a nice hefty fifty-footer.

  So much for the swingset. I guess the forty foot rope swing will just have to do from now on. The branch feel from a tree in my backyard that I refer to as "Satan's Asshole". This mother fucker is always dropping giant loads in my yard. Behold, Satan's Asshole:

  Some people may get upset about having to deal with this kind of shit, but I actually don't mind it really. There are very few things in life that I can truly focus on and this is one of them. I really enjoy having to plot out the safest route through these "droppings" and the danger of it all really puts my brain on point. The cutting on the right of this last break in the above picture was a perfect example. I had to get up in that tree with my twenty-inch and cut down a fucking monster branch and second only to smashing my old Honda CRX head-on into a pole, it was one of the scariest things I've had to face. That one I landed perfectly and all the plotting and planning beforehand paid off and that moment when the branch let go was just a rush and when it didn't come back on me and kill me, just fantastic. The one to the right of that was a similar experience. So, it's all good I guess.

   This is me and my twenty yesterday, part way through clearing:

I am the Slayer of Satan's Asshole

This is two hours into the cutting (includes break-time);

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I miss you so much. It was honestly real. Pain is what I feel longing for you.

Wish List

   I want an app for my Android that listens to surrounding conversation and if it hears the word "shark", I want it to scream like a B-movie bimbo.

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Uncensored Tips for the Married and Involved

Guys, never ever ever ever point your asshole at your wife. Even if you are butt-ass naked in a room with your wife and drop a baby in a corner. Never point your hairy asshole at your wife, ever.

Ladies, if your man does laundry, never ever ever let him wash your panties. Y'all make fun of men's underwear, but trust me, yours are worse. Your man doesn't want to know all that shit. His vision of your beautiful ass in your panties should never be tainted by what he saw in the laundry. Keep it in a special laundry bag, tell him you have to use special settings and detergents, and wash them all yourself. 

You will thank me in twenty years.

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Degenerated "Degenerated" by DR3G3N

Neighbors

   Man, i must be a hell of a guy. My neighbors called me over to give me a present and it ain't my birthday. Behold. And this ain't one of them halves that I buy, this is the big boy.
   Sometimes, it's not rough being me...

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O Lord Berta Berta O Lord gal oh-ah 
O Lord Berta Berta O Lord gal well

Go 'head marry don't you wait on me oh-ah 
Go 'head marry don't you wait on me well now 
Might not want you when I go free oh-ah 
Might not want you when I go free well now

O Lord Berta Berta O Lord gal oh-ah 
O Lord Berta Berta O Lord gal well now

Raise them up higher, let them drop on down oh-ah 
Raise them up higher, let them drop on down well now 
Don't know the difference when the sun go down oh-ah 
Don't know the difference when the sun go down well now

Berta in Meridian and she living at ease oh-ah 
Berta in Meridian and she living at ease well now 
I'm on old Parchman, got to work or leave oh-ah 
I'm on old Parchman, got to work or leave well now

O Lord Berta Berta O Lord gal oh-ah 
O Lord Berta Berta O Lord gal well now

When you marry, don't marry no farming man oh-ah 
When you marry, don't marry no farming man well now 
Everyday Monday, hoe handle in your hand oh-ah 
Everyday Monday, hoe handle in your hand well now

When you marry, marry a railroad man oh-ah 
When you marry, marry a railroad man well now 
Everyday Sunday, dollar in your hand oh-ah 
Everyday Sunday, dollar in your hand well now

O Lord Berta Berta O Lord gal oh-ah 
O Lord Berta Berta O Lord gal well

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22 and Group - Prettiest Train - YouTube

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Pop English

   Today, Merriam Webster announced their annual picks for inclusion in the English language. Some of the new official words are "energy drink", "F-bomb", and "sexting". Thanks MW. Thanks for nothing.
  "F-bomb" is so old, that "fuck" is almost acceptable at this point. "Energy drink" is a marketing term, so who gives a shit, and "sexting" is a word that except for right here, I will never use because it's fucking retarded. When my wife asks what I am doing on my phone, I will continue to tell her "I'm deleting old contacts".
  I once sent MW a suggestion for a word. It was 'imjuqueritous' (I swear that is true).  I did it in the true fashion of word construction and I looked up Latin words defining various points of the definition. It took me quite some time to do. While the word is slightly cumbersome, it is a true word.
   "Imjuqueritous" was a word that I had to construct to describe a search for a thing that does not exist. Ironically, I was forced to do that because a word to describe such a thing also did not exist. So, I made it and I sent it to Websters. Sadly however, Merriam never contacted me regarding my new word and because of that, I cannot write them to tell them about my search for such a word because I have no word to describe my plight.
   I tell you what, It's rough being me.  

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Dave's Last Ride

That's Tom in the middle of the road there. Among all the bugs stuck on him and his bike today, he swears that someone wiped a boog on his side cover because "that ain't no dead bug, that's a fuckin' booger". Tom's a nut.

Didn't take many pics but it was a great day. I will miss you brother Dave. See you in six months.

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This One's for You, Chuck... R.I.P.

   I just got back from Chuck's funeral. I'm not going to go on about how sad it was, or pontificate about life or anything like that. Instead, I would like to take this time to bitch at the youth of America.
   Because your fucking parents chose to raise you in a classless environment, I would like to smart little assholes up on having a little class.
#1. When picking out proper attire for a funeral, find like the third nicest thing you keep on your 'good' bar. If that third nicest thing has sequins, glitter, or has been bedazzled, just go straight to your nicest thing even if it's your fucking prom dress (assuming it's not "stained"). This is very important: NO FUCKING HOTPANTS. Who the fuck wears hotpants to a funeral? Nevermind, I already fucking know.
#2. DO NOT ARRANGE "Facebook Moments" with the twelve year old son of the deceased. It's not a fucking photo-op, you goddamn stupid twats, HIS FATHER IS DEAD IN A BOX IMMEDIATELY RIGHT BEHIND YOUR STUPID ASS. In fact, that last sentence is so literal, as you are taking a pic of his sister all smooshed up like a bar pic, and you are - I guess - trying to get him to say "cheese", directly to the left of YOUR ASSHOLE CAMERA AND SELF is his FATHER's FACE. In a BOX.
#3. How about you turn off your fucking phone? Nothing like that time that a Deacon is delivering a sincere, heart-felt eulogy and trying to bring comfort to the grieving and then suddenly, Lady Gaga or whatever nonsense you stupid peckerheads have on your stupid phone that is sounding out while your phone is ON AT A FUNERAL. Assholes.
   I think 92% of this state is populated by outhouse debutantes and their offspring that they probably should have hosed off the bottom of their shoes. No fucking class.
   My funeral is going to Black-Tie-Only enforced by a bouncer who will (upon everyone exiting) punch the face of anyone whose cellphone rang during the ceremony.


Peace to you Chuck, we'll do our bit to watch out for your old lady and your boys.

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Today is August 3rd

Today is August 3rd, but you all might know it better as National Watermelon Day. I didn't know that until about thirty-seven seconds ago. So, in celebration of this wonderful wonderful holiday (I can't believe I didn't have off today) and presently being sans wife and kids, I am going to go to the store and buy a watermelon and make sweet sweet love to it. Happy National Watermelon Day!

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Thank you, Palladia!

This song is sex.

Even Though...

...you had a long day and you look a complete mess right now, you are beautiful to me. Through and through, no matter how tired you are, no matter the trudge that you had, you are the most beautiful person that could ever be. Your presence around me is like sunshine on a not worthy weed. You are fantastic and you were before me just now and I am not worthy of you. You are beauty all the way through. I am but a turd that you allow to be around you, fantastic beautiful you.

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I love to smell your skin. No lotion. No perfume. You. Pure you. God, I love you.

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R.I.P.

    Well, I just got done burying my cat, Boris. He was nineteen and a half. Our neighbor's father made a nice box for him and the girls drew all over it. He's been in all of our houses. He did tricks and he knew some phrases. My favorite one that I could tell him was "fuck off", and he would. Didn't have to say it any louder than anything else or wave my arm or nothing. He would just turn around and walk out of the room. Before he went deaf, you could whisper his name in the middle of the night and wherever he was, he would come to see you. Boris was a great cat, he was my little pal, and I will miss the shit out of him.

Last pic of my pal, Boris.

(yes, he was alive in that picture)

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Friday the Thirteenth

   Man, my old cat is dying. This time I think it's for real. He's been at the edge probably four or five times. You know, those times where the wife is having a serious discussion about putting him down. Those discussions have come up over the past five years and the little bastard always snaps back. He's nineteen and a half now. I really don't think he's coming out of this one. In the past month or so, he still managed to let our two new cats (who are Kruger'd up on all fours) know who the boss is. You gotta love a nineteen-year-old completely de-clawed cat that has sufficiently laid down the law where the two young bucks sneak around him out of fear. Kudos to you, Boris.
   I think this is it this time, though. Past times I have said no to the thought of putting him down. He always comes back. He even survived the big pet food recall/massacre. This time is different.  I feel it. He's at the end. I am a sad fucking panda. Boris is my little bro. Very very cool cat. Did tricks. Very cool. Sucks.

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Today is July 11th

    Happy birthday you rotting fucking cunt. You're dead and I pissed on that fucking hole that you're in. I could only hope that every stray dog that wanders through that graveyard stops to shit on your stone. Fuck you. Fuck you for every shit-awful fucking thing you ever fucking did to me and that twat that I call my sister. You  were a shitty person. Shit, through-and-through to that dead maggot-infested rat that stood in place of your heart.

Tomorrow is July 11th

   Tomorrow is national 'Cheer Up The Lonely Day'. It will also be my mother's birthday. It's the first one she'll be celebrating dead. In honor of these two occasions, I would like to combine them as follows:
   Hey mom, at least one person is happy you are lonely in Hell. Rot there. Fuck you. Cheers!

Happy birthday you fucking cunt.

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I heard this on the way home today and I totally dug it. There's just something beautiful about the music's sheer simplicity coupled up with verses that express practically child-like hope and joy. I remember having this feeling when I was a kid. Awesome awesome song!

If you ain't feeling this one, you just never had a great big amp!

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Some pre Van Halen 1 VH

Adopt-A-Pet (Unless You're Dying of Cancer, That Is...)

   Yesterday, we went to visit our friends Debbie and Chuck. Chuck is being consumed by cancer. Saw him a couple weeks ago and I wondered if it was the last time I'd see him. Wondering that about yesterday's visit as well. 
   Anyway, Debbie was telling us that a few weeks ago, she went to an animal shelter to adopt a dog to cheer Chuck up and keep him company and whatnot. The animal shelter denied her request because they did not want the dog to be in "an emotionally depressing atmosphere". Can you fucking believe that? Turning down a dying cancer patient and opting instead to probably give the dog the hot shot. Assholes.

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Well, That's Good News....I Guess.... Kind Of?

   Brother Dave had his day in court and he doesn't go into the can until July 31.

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The Company I Used To Keep and Bad-O's Song of the Day

   I used to hang out with this fucker (the one in the story below) back in my Lansdale days. He was a junkie back then and apparently he switched his game from shooting just meth and coke and got himself a nice old heroin habit and dealership. Dude was a borderline psycho back then.
   His girlfriend at the time was pretty hot. I remember driving her around in my car one day and sitting at a light that had just turned green and some fucker behind us just had to honk his horn. She got right out of the car, went back to his driver side, flipped him the bird right in his face and said "fuck you, motherfucker" and got back in the car. After that I sat there until the light turned red and made him wait another cycle. Funny shit and she was just sexy as hell in her heels and jeans in that dude's face. She dumped Johnny because he was just getting more and more nuts.
   Johnny was the only motherfucker I ever met who would not only talk about punching people's lights out, he would actually take it to the next level by saying he was gonna jerk off in their faces while they were unconscious. Fucking psycho.
   His uncle used to have a pot farm growing in his basement and was hospitalized because he gave himself a bad shot in his foot (he used to shoot up between his toes because he had no good veins left anywhere). He told the doctors that he got a fish hook stuck there. The doctors knew he was full of shit. A little while after that, his basement farm got robbed.
Great family.
   At the same time, it's kind of sad that he never got out of that life. I did. At the time I knew Johnny, I was sure I was going to die in that town and I put my lifespan at 23. Hard life to get out of. The shit we were all into back then was unbelievable. At that time, I could do enough drugs in one night to kill three people. To this day, I still cannot believe I survived that life and got out of it.

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Fucking Hell

   Ain't heard from brother Ray in a couple of weeks. Turns out, it's because he's in prison. I heard this in Cow Town yesterday from brother Dave who is going to prison tomorrow. Bad month to be a friend of mine.

My Day

   Today, I spent nine and a half hours wholly focused on a single task. I really do love tedious and involved projects (not kidding) because I enjoy those times when I can zone in on something that others usually can't stand to do for more than ten minutes and produce something that is just absolutely rock solid. I enjoyed it so much I stayed an hour and a half late and worked it through my lunch which I reluctantly took.
   The thing i was working on was how a one-line question in an email about a single thing can have four hundred and twenty eight (literally) answers and absolutely no resolution! The only person on my list that can appreciate that statement for what it is knows who he is and probably knows exactly what I'm talking about. 
  This was a project I have wanted to do since I've been at my company and today, I finally did it. I entitled the file "Mein Kampf". My sole goal is to take this highly involved nine and a half hours of work and get ANYBODY of significance to look at it for more than fifteen seconds.

Cow Town Rally Yesterday

    Rode out to Cow Town yesterday for that rally. Went there last year too. Good turnout. Lot more club guys there than I remember seeing last year, including two clubs that I didn't think even "got along". The band that was there was called Triple Addiction and they were friggin' kids! But they fucking jammed although I think the rhythm guitar player (on the right in the picture below) needs a shock collar or something so he'd move or at the very least change his facial expression. Maybe look like he's having fun or something.  Anyway, the band is called that because the guitar player, the drummer and the bass player are actually triplets. Don't think I've ever seen triplets before except maybe in the circus or something. Whatever, they were good. The rally was almost identical to last years the way it was laid out except I didn't see the booth with the guy selling Mexican wrestling masks. Maybe he had a bout or something...