Man Are We Screwed, Indeed

… if you use the Net.  No really.  No joke. Read more »

Or – who the hell invited everyone else?

Sorry for the delay guys.  Lots of action on lots of fronts.  Unfortunately, not all of it good in the least. Read more »

Smoke'em if you got'em

“You can’t go home again” – is how the saying goes.  And its mother fucking true.  I realize I’ve covered this topic before but I’m always amazed how it never fails to be true regardless of the situation. Read more »

Fear.  Simple word.  Four fuckin’ letters.  LOTS of meaning. Read more »

This post is basically this...

Now when I say Fuck 2012 I don’t mean the idea of 2012 apocalypse or shit like that.  Nope, if it was 2013, 2099, 2525 (if man is still alive) I’d still say fuck the year.  Really, this year is already in the shitter for me. Read more »

Originally I started this out as a “What I did on my summer vacation…” entry.  Fuck that.  What I did was negligible.

Ultimately, I know what will happen TOMORROW: Read more »

First, I sent this to myself just to clear that up.  Read more »

Sorry for not be around sooner.  Still alive – however I have a financial inventory in…. (checks watch) oh , less than 11 hours (5am local) .   I know – “who in their right mind schedules a vacation right after all the prep of an inventory?” Read more »

Ah Yearbook 25 – or as I see it, “The Last Good Year”.   I had a competent partner at work (she’d be gone in 8 months).  I had some credit still (before I trashed in my second Mid-life Crisis).  I was on probation and thus sober (which I concede was not really a bad thing).  However, right prior before that, GF #16 was around.  Well to call her a ‘girlfriend’ was a stretch.  Hell, to call her a ‘fucking buddy’ was a stretch.  We generally would get fucked up and then fuck.

Nothing wrong with that.  We actually managed to achieve the ‘coup de grace’ in strip club terms.

Yeah, she was a stripper.  You can knock any other stripper.  This one – even long retired?  Don’t dis.  I’ll knock you and the continent you live in FUCKING OUT.

Jeez, how do I put this nonchalantly?  We had anal sex in the general seating area of the club.  Not in the VIP area just about 30 feet from the bar.  Just FYI, it was a game of ‘dare’ gone deliciously wild.

And this song was playing.

Within a year, I’d get popped for a DWI; she would see her best friend blow his brains out in front of her and after that – things went kinda downhill.

I saw a couple of months after my probation and she had found someone new to hook up with.  She was happy I had stayed out of trouble and I was happy that she had found someone to help her straighten out her life after that incident above.  She told me that ‘she wouldv’e done anything for me’.  Truth is – I believe her.  But I wasn’t there – who’s fuck up?  Mine.

She’s married to the guy now.  One kid.  I’m still friends with her but I don’t bring up our past.  I tell people I loved 3 people in my past.  Out of respect for her, I don’t tell anyone about Number Four.

sorry for the small frame and subs – original YT link -> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTlI0xzjYFc

FYI:  The above is what the Jonah Hex movie SHOULD’VE looked like.  Jeez, Hollywood – seriously how can you fuck this up?? Read more »