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 »

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Sorry for not coming on sooner and etc.  Promise I’ll post something more – eye-candy-ish soon.  Just need to get this fucker outta the way cuz I feel its important and don’t wanna loose the ‘groove’.  Mm-kay? Read more »

I originally started with a title to this after finishing Part I below and haven’t touched it since.  Mostly cause I wasn’t too sure what the outcome would be.

Nah – I’m joking.  I knew who’d win.  Read more »

(Note:  I wrote this nearly 2 months ago.  My original intention was to go back and edit it since I felt it was too raw.  Fuck it.  I’m too lazy right now and lets face it – its not a rant if I’m not pissed.) Read more »

Know I’ve done this song on the blog (in all incarnations) numerous times.  One more ain’t gonna kill anyone.  I realize that Dave Gilmour is singing about his unfortunate bandmate, Syd barrett.   In this case though, I use to think of someone I used to know – namely me.

Like I said 2 things occurred to me the other day: First, I’m an over-glorified burger flipper.  Oh I’m ‘paid to be perfect’ and all that shit.  All that stands.  Nevertheless, I fill orders, make sure they’re right and then kiss customer ass if someone gets pissed.  It was always a standing joke that “we’re not making burgers back here”.  Jokes on me.  Stripped of the supposed respect customers have – its a burger joint with drugs.  That’s it.

That pisses me off cause I think its the last thing I imagined myself doing.  Oh sure, it pays well but empties the soul.  And the well is starting to get really fucking dry.

The other thing is that we’re fucked.  Not just the people reading this.  Every single one of us is fucked.  The game is rigged.  Granted its “just a ride” still the game we play against a system that seems determined to keep us in check is rigged to high heaven.  Hell, the only ones who aren’t probably fucked are those few African and South American tribes who don’t want to have anything to do with ‘Civilization’.  Gee wonder why.

(More on the “Fucked” part another time)

Another song I reflect more on myself now as well:

I originally wanted to post this up first.  As you know I’m a fan of the late Bill Hicks.  He was a comedian and something of a philospher.  He gave shit and took it in return.  While I won’t say he had the greatest philosophy of life – it works a good portion of the time.

Sorry I haven’t been around – 2 things have happened that are kinda making rethink.  Well 2 things and one currently going on.

I’ll leave the explanations for the second part of the prelude. 

No song better encapsulates the Lost Years than this song.  For those playing at home, from about 1996-2000; I recall very little.  I mean I know I had a job, fucked around and did shit.  But if you asked me to place a set of events in chronological order – yeah, good luck on that shit.  Pretty sure that I moved from my apartment back to my parents place.  Also had at least 3 or relationships somewhere in there.  I went from going to Hawaii with a married woman to getting a blowjob on the interstate for $100.

Hey I don’t sugarcoat shit – if you can’t handle it – you are SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO in the wrong fucking place.  LOL!

Anyway.  This song showed up towards the end of the Lost Years.  Eventually, I’d run into The Ex in late 2000 and we’d have a whirlwind romance.

Of course, in two years I’d have a house/monument to our fractured ‘love’ and I have whole another 10 years to wallow in debt-soaking stupidity.  Whee! 

Nevertheless, that’s not the reason I chose this song.  Around this time, the original club I was ‘king’ of closed shop (involuntarily), as a result the people that owned it opened another place.  Some dancers went to another.  Bar staff went to yet two others.  Eventually, I went to ALL of them and then expanded to even other places (looking for more ‘refugees’).

By this point, most places knew me and would steer me to the ‘right’ girls.  For a brief time, I wasn’t just king of a club – I was King.  Period.  However …… credit cards don’t like it when you take out money and don’t pay so eventually something had to give.

Of course, that would happen in 2001 – but that’s another story.

This song (and post) is a tribute for the small fraction of time when I wasn’t just the shit.  Or even The Shit.  Nope – I was THE SHIT.

To an extent I’m still paying for it – and I don’t care.  It was THAT fuckin’ good.

*****

Or to put it more succinctly…

The phrase from Milton?  “Better to reign in Hell, than to serve in Heaven”? Yeah, I – can’t argue that point.

I hope that's photoshopped!! :O

Ok, first ignore the weretarded title – its a play on “You Can’t Go Home Again” except it sounds really fucking ghey. *sigh* Read more »