Mr. Shaw Would’ve Been Proud |
The bar tenders didn't kick us out until 2:40 tonight. It was a good group of folks that we had come in with, although I wasn't there to walk in with them. I more or less swaggered in after five hou...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Nov 2008 11:08:00 GMT |
V-P Day |
Tuesday November 4th, 2008. 11:11pm. And what started as the muffled jeers and occasional car honking of Obama supporters claiming victory has now grown in size and capacity like the relentless thra...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Nov 2008 09:08:00 GMT |
Spinning a yarn. |
Paige Byrom likes expensive jeans. This is stated as fact.I however have never understood this subtle satisfaction of hers, nor her willingness to commit to the purchase of said jeans even in times o...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 22:16:00 GMT |
Helter Skelter |
Grandpa Dave (who may or may not be a grandpa, but who most certainly is not my Grandpa), the silver tongue'd maestro that he is offered this retort to the playful banter betwixt my warehouseman and I...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Dec 2007 13:52:00 GMT |
City of Roses |
My days are punctuated in the mornings by taking breaks in the pipe yard at work and waiting for the F-15's to fly overhead, and in the afternoons by watching the silent rain fall and pool in miniatur...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Sep 2007 16:50:00 GMT |
Thursdays. |
Life deserves scrutiny.
: Hunting for Witches
I'm sitting on the roof of my houseWith a shotgun and a six pack of beerThe newscaster say's "the enemy is among us!"As bombs explode on the 30 bus...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Apr 2007 13:23:00 GMT |
Guess who's back. |
Three days I've been back now and already the flood of bitter and low vibration human sensations are washing over me. I am electrified with the need to fight and only a week ago it would ha...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Mar 2007 11:42:00 GMT |
Drive Drive Drivin' |
It's not raining here. Pity, I brought the California with me.
Posted by on Mon, 05 Mar 2007 22:50:00 GMT |
Keeping Warm |
So I guess it wasn't until I realized the white blanket that had prompted a rather curt, short telephone conversation the day after our breakup was still sitting on the front porch (clean and neatly f...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Dec 2006 08:51:00 GMT |
5 Thoughts that make me wish I was a song writer. |
Yes yes yes, you get my best. While my patent leather shoes just shine like diamonds just for you...
I have become the dream of my shadows. From friends I've left behind, that have left fo...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Nov 2006 07:53:00 GMT |
