So, boys, what's with the hat's?

We bumped into each other awhile ago and spoke of weddings and bike and such, and so much to talk about but still I gotta ask, what's with the hat's? Accept baldness with dignity J can and I will or join the hair club for men, I still love you but I got to ask.BTW all you folks who singened my guest book on classmates, thanks but I aint paying to find out who you are, wanna get in touch do the fuckin' math, okay?

Happy, happy birthday to me

Old bosses and bad attitudes

Think about the past old jobs and this job and future jobs and the scars left on your soul. I go into someones place of work, they can tell I aint no courier, they're shit scared. they think I'm there to kill 'em and I...........................and we paraphrase and we don't say exactly what we're thinkin' maybe a twinkle in the eye gives it away, the knowledge that when that bad thing they always talk about happens I will survive, you.......so, eat that micro-wave pizza, eat it.

Anger, Fear, Hatred and Contempt.

These may be bad emotions, for the first time in fourteen years I went four days without feeling those emotions, I was in a paradise an island paradise,so peaceful, so calm a few more days I might have gone mad. Perhaps I need those emotions to be complete, I actually missed the rain and the tourist and four-wheeled douches I missed the anger, fear hatred and contempt. Is that how sick I have become.

An Anchorage Bike Messenger Thing Boost

Now I admit I don't get out much anymore so, I only know these cats from You Tube, never seen 'em live but I put this video on one of my rambling posts because I thought they knew how to talk about this weird place and next month they're opening for Snoop Dog. Just sayin' and keeping it real, kidding. Congrats guys hope to make the show.

That's Kirk. Yeah, like fuckin Star Trek

Miss you Dad. In 1969, the year of Woodstock my father purchased the album that this video came from. I was four. He came home and immediately put it on the record player. Mom ducked out somewhere. I stuck around. It's my first memory of seeing my Dad experience joy. One of my favorite Albums of all times. Thanks, ya Old Bastard. Rest in peace.
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Some day I'm gonna quit this shit.

Says the crackhead
Says the junkie.
Says the bike messenger,
But just let me get high, really high like when I started,
Just one more time then,
I'm done no, really I'm done.
Yeah right.
When they pull the stem out of your mouth,
When they pull the needle out,
When they pull the bike from your cold dead thighs.Back when I had my first taste this song was a new one. It had the rhythm of winter at least winters then which are not as good as winter now. Melodic, thrash, melodic, thrash repeat as needed