Wess-all

My name is "WESSALL" I am a cynical arrogant bastard! At least I know it. I go by many nicknames mostly PIG, Hugh, “Bust her”, stitches, Woodpecker, Burger, Toodles, Clavin (cause It’s a little known fact that I know everything),Boss Man but the one I like the best is OH GOD… I was born in Conway New Hampshire, moved around A LOT, Lived in Caswell Idaho, Salt Lake City Utah, and in California I lived in San Diego, Lompoc, Palm Springs, I hated it, moved to northern California and love it. I have had many jobs and I will do whatever I need to do whenever I need to do it, started working at age 12 keeping score at the bowling alley (tips only), Loma Vista( it is a school for the handicapped), DJ for KVGS, Musicland, Roadie (Jeff Healey R.I.P. glad for the short time we spent together, Richard Marx not glad, The Tubes and the list get even less impressive after that) my nickname was "Bust her", Was a Stonemason, at that time I met my first wife and we are still married. I am not sure if I have met my second wife yet, did the carpet cleaning thing for a long while for Chem-Dry, was a choker setter for a local logging outfit (there is nothing like mounting a snatch block), then went out and got a career in Roofing. Where, at that time I have two kids that are three years apart. They are the greatest kids anyone could ask for. I’m a sincere and passionate person (double edged sword), I keep what I have close to me and I will never forget where I came from or do I ever plan on going back. I can usually make a friend everywhere I go and I can also be the coldest person in the world. I like to argue with educated people. You know people whose feeling won’t be compromised. When you are down on your luck I will give you my shirt off my back and my last two dollars but just don't expect it. I know what it is like to be the last person you will ever talk to for the rest of your life. I learned from the second best roofer in the state (NOT TONY I’m a little bitch).........................................Pressed for Time of the Third Partby Wessal Patrick LongllyMerrily strolling through life as the consummate scammer, a counterfeiter, William Brian Jennings is determined only to make a comfortable life for his family and himself. However, when he is busted by the feds and ultimately incarcerated, he uncovers a treasonous plot being perpetrated by the very same people sworn to uphold the law that reaches to the highest levels of government and even into the White House! He finds himself Pressed for Time as the feds attempt to frame him in a myriad of ways, then harass, threaten, and try to intimidate him into giving up the information they require. All the while, he is playing their game, but by his rule, secretly laughing at their inept and bungling attempts to convict him of the very crimes of which they themselves are guilty. Fast-paced, twisted, and bizarre, this is a story about sex, drugs, and rotten government. Wessal Patrick Longlly blows the covers off the dark and nefarious doings of our own government.ABOUT THE AUTHORCalling himself a "professional pain in the governmental ass" while claiming to be the last free American, an adventurer, and a political activist, Wessal Patrick Longlly (the pen name of William Brian Jennings) makes his home on his vintage motor yacht, Adventure II, off the California coast, from where he creates his incredible adventures that are based in reality. THIEF IN THE NIGHT Ponton is here I will buy his first beer, Another beer and a pill, I am far from having my fill, I remembered why I’m here, I’ll have another beer, I’LL HAVE ANOTHER BEER, I’LL HAVE ANOTHER BEER, I’LL HAVE ANOTHER BEER, I have to get out of here, So I stagger out of the bar, Only to get into my car, I have crossed that yellow line, Now our fate is all mine, Two people lie dead, And I sleep in my empty bed, You have taken more from me then I can ever take from you, I hope there is fear in your eyes, I want to be their when you die, I have too much to lose, So it won’t be me killing you, I wonder how many people will be mourning by morning, Drivers this is your final warning, Bogart is here, I’ll buy his first beer, All because you decide to drink and drive, R.I.P. DAD......I know it was hard to rest because the driver who killed you was out on bail for two years fifteen days before he, Ponton was sentenced to four to twenty years in state prison in Carson City Nevada and it doesn't make me feel any better. HE better not tell anyone who he killed or he will do life right there, but he will do life anyway....Dad I miss you and I have a lot I want to tell you, and ask you...Love You.. Sports MySpace Layouts - Sports MySpace Layouts