Thank you Buffalo. You were most kind. To everyone I saw I can only say it's been too long. I miss every single one of you, miss hearing about your daily or weekly lives. Miss seeing where you are now. Ill be back when I can. Here's to partying to unconsciousness, to new friends in high school administration, to bars owned by former marine grunts, ( Read more... )

Here's a view into this life. Drink till you pass out. Hit on every girl in the place. Statistically one will fuck you. Get up the next morning and run till your heart explodes, do pushups till your knuckles bleed. Lather, rinse, repeat.

There's something romantic about trains. Add passing by small towns between forests and the snow on the ground, the day has a Dostoesky feel to it. Of course, using the time to compose a letter to a new friend has something to do with that. With free texting we pass messages along like crazy anyway, so its weird to also write snailmail. There's ( Read more... )

A day of wandering in the city. I missed this place. I still remember times when I was in some shithole thinking of these streets in winter. Now Im here. Even though its nippish I have a warm and fuzzy feeling rippling through me. The people, the smells, the rumbling of the trains under my feet. The shitty service and attitude from the wait staff ( Read more... )

So I'm home now on leave. Weird vibe going on. My brother's decided to sell the place. I have to go through about 28 years of accumulated crap to figure out what to keep and what to donate. It's tough in a way. There are a lot of memories here. That, and after its sold I'd be homeless outside of a military barracks. Which is strange. No matter ( Read more... )

When we started at first, it was all about the music, man. Red, red, blue, yellow orange, green, blue red. I was there on the guitar. Jimmy D was on base. Animal was on drums. Dave didn't play anything. But he was cool anyways. He could organize shit better than any of us so he became our manager. First he managed our beer run. Did an awesome job ( Read more... )

How do you spell grateful? Try 30 year old single mother. These women would do anything for attention. Since most guys look for girls under the age of 25, that is. And a lot of them aren't too bad, really. It was a trip to have kids in the other room. Especially since they weren't mine. I am so going to hell for this.

Last night I was pleasantly surprised with a movie. A buddy and I went out to see the latest Rambo flick. I thought that it'd be another steaming pile of shit. The first three didn't amount to much. And a lot of movies being made today suck. However, I'd have to say it was well done. The movie had a story you could follow. The gory, horrific scene ( Read more... )

I went in to buy a cell phone today and I'm still reeling from the features on this thing. The last one I bought was a razr about a year and a half ago. I thought that thing was set up. This monstrosity sitting in my pocket has more memory than my laptop (granted, it's an older one). In fact, with its internet access, music and pda features I'm ( Read more... )

Everytime I fuck,
I need to sit back and cry.
Mace does that to you.

Deposatory
Of semen piss shit and blood
Ever thankless job