The blogging has been light for me for two weeks; I didn’t have the humor in me that I once had. I said late last week that I would explain why and well here it is.
You may have heard a few weeks ago about two fox news journalists kidnapped in Gaza City.
Don’t get drunk, and pass out in bed with a chocolate Ice Cream cone, you could wake up and think you shit the bed. Not that this recently happened to me, It’s just an observation, that I think could happen, under certain circumstances.
Yesterday just afternoon, James and I hit the road for a 1-night pillage of Seattle, we had a hotel, and tickets to a Ball game, and plans for a drunken adventure.
I was hung over from the night before, and wanted to eat, and get some supplies, every place I stopped the line was too long, or the bloody parking lot was full, not a good omen.
Hey fans, I haven’t been writing much. Ill explain that eventually. I know your all waiting for my return to the throne atop the blog kingdom. So I thought I would put up an article about me and two friends going to pick up my little brother in LA two years ago.
It originally appeared in Oregon Voice Volume XV issue V.
Its told from the perspective of a friend of mine, and I just a passing, yet colorful person, and thought you all might get a kick out of reading someone else talk about me, instead of me talk about me.
I told you all I would start writing more movie reviews, well now your just gonna have to deal with it. I have been avoiding this movie for a year, I saw part of it in the theater, and had to leave, and had my own personal demons to battle before I could watch it again. Well It came on HBOHD last night at 8 and I recorded it, so I could watch it this morning, because for some twisted ass reason I felt the need to go to bed at 7 on a Saturday night.
…..FUCKING BLOWS.
I really wish I had renters insurance, so I could just burn down all this shit and start over fresh, sure I would miss some of my shit, but damn it, I have a lot of crap im just gonna throw away cause honestly who needs it ?
Like all the shit I stole from science class when I was 16.
I have a lot of toys from my childhood, Im not talking to 40 year old virgin levels, but a lot of crap none the less.
