Saturday, June 30, 2012
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
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.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
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.
Collapse this postHis 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.
Monday, June 25, 2012
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.
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...
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Very Very Good Weekend
Put 320 miles on the bike, went to the Poconos, hung out with Nance and Av, drank a case of beer and had no hangover, went to Lake Wallenpaupak... what more could ya want? A windshield maybe....
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Monday, June 11, 2012
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Today's Ride
We went to Motts-something somewhere near AC. I never lead these rides so I never have to know shit. Rode with Dave, Eddie, Lee, Joel, Joel's old lady, Aaron and his old lady Tracy.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Gwyneth Paltrow, Gangsta Biznatch?
I read a story in the "news" today that Gwyneth Paltrow is taking some shit for posting a pic of herself with Jay Z and Beyonce with the caption "Niggas in paris for real". This tweet has officially moved Gwyneth Paltrow out of first place on my personal "Whitest White Woman on the Planet" list and into second. I would like to congratulate Queen Elizabeth for her new number one status.
I have a friend who has been telling me all along that Gwyneth Paltrow was Equinsu Ocha. My friend, Daruka Patel, has been insisting for years that he was in a club in NYC and he bumped into Gwyneth at the bar and she said "hey fuck you you chink bitch gook". Daruka also told me that after he informed her that he was Indian, she patted her hand on her mouth, went "woo woo woo woo woo", did like a rain dance and then kicked a dwarf square in the nuts. He said she also did the Zena-yell and ate a shot-glass.
I never believed him until now.
I have a friend who has been telling me all along that Gwyneth Paltrow was Equinsu Ocha. My friend, Daruka Patel, has been insisting for years that he was in a club in NYC and he bumped into Gwyneth at the bar and she said "hey fuck you you chink bitch gook". Daruka also told me that after he informed her that he was Indian, she patted her hand on her mouth, went "woo woo woo woo woo", did like a rain dance and then kicked a dwarf square in the nuts. He said she also did the Zena-yell and ate a shot-glass.
I never believed him until now.
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Awesome Day!
I went for a ride today in a 1926 Ford and a ride with my bro's. Excellent day!
Hope yours was as good as mine!
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