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Nate

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About Me

For Maximum Enjoyment on All Levels, apply directly to the back of throat.

Stuff like this makes me happy.

Stuff like this makes me laugh:

My Interests

Things I am into are:

My wife. Riding my bike. Good times with good peeps. Slayer. Rollin' up a fatty for the players to smoke. Music. Learning to play guitar. My dog. Chico is the best dog in the world. Slayer. Fixed Gears. Single Speeds. Firearms. Explosives. Blowing shit up. Camping. Road trips. Road head. Inward Singing. Setting shit on fire. Stockpiling ammunition. Green ammo boxes. Cooking and eating food. Bar-B-Q's and Bar-B-Cueing. BBQ sauces. Hot sauces. Asian sauces. Silent assassins. Kittens and puppies. Giving someone a mouthfull of Bloody Chicklets. Going to shows. Going to GOOD shows. SLAYER. Knives. Brass Knuckles and Belt Buckles. Hot sex in the cool rain. Choke Fucking. And skulls, I collect skulls. Books. Reading. Writing. Writing evil and violent short stories. Movies. GOOD movies. Rare and real horror films. Art. Watching art. Creating art. Tattoos and tattoo art. Things that rhyme with "art". Caddy Shack. The Oakland Raiders. Golfing. Riding bikes. Snowboarding. Skateboarding. Dirtbikes. Playing pool. Playing Bones, Oak-Town rules...DOMINOE MUTHAFUCKA! Using at least one 80's Cali word in every sentence I speak (ie: awesome, rad, totally, hella, hecka, awesometastic, radtacular, bodacious, bogus, tight). Chipped toenail and fingernail polish. Sex. Murder. Art. SLAYER. Porn. Metal. Punk rock, not punk rockers. Watching bar fights. Trying to stay out of bar fights. Swearing. Climbing up on stuff. Jumping off of stuff. Kicking things. Punching. Tattoos. Reptiles. Knives. Stabbing. Cutting. Choking. Playing grab ass on the train. Trains. Train stations. Train tracks. Train wrecks. Porn. Road trips. Smoking. Zippos. M.F.P. Motorcycles-Firearms-& Pussy. Riding bikes. Fixies only. Firearms. Explosives. The smell of gun cleaning sovlents and/or a freshly cleaned and/or a freshly fired gun. Tic Tac, the one and a half calorie breath mint. I like the orange ones. Making out. Being in good company. Laying on the grass or sand dunes with my BEAN!. Beaches. Tree forts. Breaking wind. Cheese. Bacon. Bacon cheeseburgers. Food. I love to cook. Eating. Cooking for people. Making people laugh. People making me laugh. Acting. Acting like a jackass. Being an asshole. Being nice. I can go on for hours.
No one is gonna read all this. The queers are ruining the soil.

I'd like to meet:

I already met her.

And every day I love her more.

Music:

I like the songs that start out slow then get fast and all crazy...yeah, like that.And Slayer.

Movies:

I have developed ADD in my old age so I prefer shorts as of late...

I mostly like old horror and stories of drugs and crime. Demonic stuff. Good comedies.
And porn. I like the porn.

Television:

Take it or leave it. Most of it is crap.
I do like Family Guy, Heroes, The Office, My Name Is Earl, CSI:Las Vegas, Lost, the Food Network, Discovery Channel and the History Channel. And Comedy Central.
And South Park...huh-huh...

Books:

Don't even get me started. I guess I'll just name some authors...Brett Easton Ellis, Irvine Welsh, Bukowski, Chuck Palhniuk, Aldou Huxely, Kurt Vonnegut, Anthony Burgess, Ray Bradbury, Anton Szandor LaVey...there are more. Many more.

Heroes:

Fuck your heroes.

Emma

Jason Mewes

S.M.M. 1942-2003

My Blog

BarBQue MASTOR!!!

    I swear I am a fucking God of the Grill.    Dry rubs or wet paste rubs or slow marinate, I am there.    The Rib-Eyes are going on in five. ...
Posted by Nate on Sun, 03 Jun 2007 05:46:00 PST

Twitterpated : to feel woozy headed belly flutters of luv

    Emma and I drove south towards the Bay. Music in our ears and rings in our minds. We talk about starting a rock band as we sing our hearts out through our lungs and lips, it feels l...
Posted by Nate on Sun, 20 May 2007 05:22:00 PST

Correct me if I'm wrong but if I kill all the golfers they'll lock me up and throw away the key

   Today when I was putting up a little fence to keep the dogs out of part of the yard I heard this wrestling around in the vines and bushes and Chico started going nuts so I looked around j...
Posted by Nate on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 07:32:00 PST

Pianno lessons

    So my mom had this sweet old Fender Rhodes Eighty Eight that my sister took since I was living in Portland when she went through moms house. Well now that Emma and I are currently l...
Posted by Nate on Fri, 02 Mar 2007 08:03:00 PST

*an old story o' mine*

ONE FINE DAY-4:27am I awake to the familiar sound of something clicking across the linoleum.A rat, a cockroach perhaps? I don't know why they persist; there is no food here for them to steal.5:12am As...
Posted by Nate on Tue, 26 Sep 2006 11:01:00 PST

-The Old House

Just inside the main room was the door. I could see an overwhelming brightness coming from the space under it. I was focused so intently on that light that I didn't even realize I had opened the door....
Posted by Nate on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

-She's Gone

Well she's finally gone. She left today.She kept saying she would leave. Said she would find a nice new apartment. Start a nice new life. Said I was bad for her. Hurting her. Said she had to leave.I d...
Posted by Nate on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

-Thumb

I found an old thumb in the park down the street from my house. I think it belonged to a hobo because the nail was unkempt and grimy. I remember picking it up and sniffing it. It must have been a fair...
Posted by Nate on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

-She's Home

She's home. I know instantly when I hear the door slam and the sound of her keys thrown down hard on the table. I instinctively flinch and take a step back as she storms past me down the hall. I ca...
Posted by Nate on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

-MIDNIGHT CONFESSION

I killed a man tonight. I knew he was dead the precise moment his body flipped over the hood of my car and slammed into the windshield. What the hell was he doing out there, in the road, in tha...
Posted by Nate on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST