mishmash
Once upon a time, many many moons ago, Ok like 8 years ago, I remember vividly a cold winters night at my old place on 44th ave, and a bunch of people were over just before the holidays, so I know there was some serious MGD being consumed, I remember a game on the TV, Clippers vs Blazers, at the time the blazers were at the very edge of their most recent surge, and we should have handily beat them, but we did not, well 8 years ago, after a tough loss like that, we would go out into the garage and beat the shit of an old dead refridgerator, that we had grand plans to turn into a kegarator, shortly there after, that fridge housed a sega genisis and a TV out in the garage for late night Mortal Kombat 2 tournements, think fight club for a bunch of drunken dorkasses. Anyways, friday night, had me sitting at a bar stool, yet again, in the month of december, watching a superior Blazer team, this time in the early stages of showing greatness, lose to a clipper team. As I sat there sipping a nice scotch, I dont remember which, but it was one of the Glens, I got to pondering how much a different person I am from those “fratesque” days back in the garage on 44th ave. Funny, as I type this, californication by the peppers came on the old Apple TV, which was a staple of mix CDs that sat atop the old reliable aiwa CD player I scored on the cheap so one of the managers at circuit city could meet their goals for service numbers for the day. The old whore out. So much of the shit Ive owned, and still own, was open box product, drastically reduced in price with an extended warrenty on top of it.

