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Speakeasy

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About Me

The speakeasy is roaring at 1920 Third Ave North. Soldiers, Gangsters and Hookers are all welcome, along with the suits and ties and barhoppers. The Speakeasy is a blur of martinis, draft beer and punk rock all set in classic dark wood and brick walls. The building used to be a bank and 3rd avenue north used to look like NYC back in the twenties. No password needed. PART 2 of my double life: I am a motherfucking firefighter for the city of Birmingham. It's what I was put on earth for and it's taken me this long to figure that out. My dad did it in 1976 working the same stations and here i am 30 years later. Lots of tattoos that everyone likes except my wife, Elise. (except for her name across my back he he, and yes I worship the ground she walks on) Father to the beautiful princess Janey (worship her ground as well) Lifting weights and running and biking and being straightedge. I was country when country wasn't cool... co-owned Unity 1605 and directed the documentary 0274. Sang for the band exhaust. way back when. way back when was 11 years ago. Who remembers the band Compound Fracture? and PMS? or OCB? "Love's an excuse to get hurt. do you like to hurt? Well I do, so hurt me..."

My Interests

Passwords that have something to with satan. making the most with my life for the folks that don't have the opportunity. I like to think i'm kindof smart but im without a doubt the world's worst student. love guys that weren't in a fraternity. love girls that weren't in a sorority. love my sorority wife (sigh i know i know) I'm a living breathing hyporcrite on many levels. Smoked my last cigarette when i was 12. I was jumped INTO the black gangster disciples my junior year of high school. Never drank, not a drop, ever. im a bartender... when i was 16 a drunk pulled a gun on me and a buddy. we left, got a shotgun and went back to kill him. My how life would be different if that drunk had still been hanging around. I've come very close to making some life changing, life ending decisions.I just want to matter.

I'd like to meet:

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons.

Music:

Metal + punk rock + emo + harcore kind of stuff: The Smiths. Frank Turner. The Hold Steady. Hot Water Music. Ann Beretta. Norma Jean. American Aquarium. Andrew Jackson Jihad. Bruce Springsteen. Wanda Jackson. Anberlin. Bouncing Souls. Regina Spektor. Avail. Pink Spiders. Onelinedrawing. Tricky. Tom Waits. The National. Joel Plaskett Emergency. Underoath. Terror. Loved Ones. Hank III. Jeff Buckley. As I Lay Dying. Joshua English. August Burns Red. The Replacements. Bright Eyes. This Bike is a Pipe Bomb. Neil Diamond. Atreyu. Social Distortion. Fugazi. Will Hoge. Nick Cave. The Distillers. That one song from Buck Cherry about cocaine. The Warriors. Alkaline Trio. Misfits. The Banner. Jay Jay Pistolet. Ultimate Fakebook. Drive-by Truckers. Moldy Peaches. Punchline. The Spots. Kimya Dawson. Echo & the Bunnymen. Against Me! Lucero. Velvet Underground. Jacob Golden. Joseph Plunket & the Weight. Legion of Doom. Chamberlain. Chuck Ragan. Minor Threat. Ex-Members Of... Samhain. Wayne Hancock. Linnzi Zaorski. Jim Croce. Bleeding Through. Husker Du. The Bronx. Material Issue. Nora. Balzac. Sage Francis. The Locust. The Ackleys. Gaslight Anthem. ..... the late Ian Curtis and Joy Division.

Movies:

Jaws. Miller's Crossing. 3:10 to Yuma. Another State of Mind. City of God. Memento & anything else by Christopher Nolan. Hostel. The Prestige. Straw Dogs. The Killing. Rear WIndow. Fight Club. Lock, Stock, and two Smoking Barrels. Knocked Up. Dawn of the Dead. Juno. Amores Perros. Day of the Dead. Evil Dead. Cloverfield. Return of the Living Dead. Clerks. The Grave. The Grave. I spit on your Grave. Bloodsucking Freaks.Raiders of the Lost Ark. Se7en. Decline of the Western Civilization.

Television:

The Office - It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia - The Wire- Arrested Development - Dexter- Curb Your Enthusiasm - 24 - Family Guy - Law & Order - Lost -Brotherhood- The Shield - Rescue Me- Boondocks- Robot Chicken-Battlestar Galactica- Mad Men- Entourage

Books:

Anything by Charlie Huston, Marcus Sakey, Michael Connelly, Lee Child, Steve Cannell, Tim Green, Pat Conroy, Chuck Palahniuk, George Pelecanos, Stephen Frey, Stuart Woods, Thomas Kelly, Harlen Coben, Chris Reich, or Aaron Cometbus.

Heroes:

This sounds like a bad country song but my father and grandfather.

My Blog

Three dots, three pauses, and three more dots.

I'm a pretentious snob,The front yard was dirt behind a three-foot fence. Assorted car pieces, pieces not parts, sprawled across the ground. The front porch was a foot shorter than me and a wheelcha...
Posted by Speakeasy on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 04:25:00 PST

I think it's called revolution.

They served vanilla cokes at the Waffle House. I had no idea until Andi told me and said that’s where she wanted to meet. We didn’t have much history together but we did have some. Both of...
Posted by Speakeasy on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 10:00:00 PST

Geeks, Greeks and Freaks will be served accordingly.

Fuck you Thad Taylor. The Kelly family had the big house in the neighborhood, both parents being doctors that worked 80 hours a week. Their three boys ran wild and it was great. Jon, the youngest, was...
Posted by Speakeasy on Wed, 19 Mar 2008 09:08:00 PST

Summers Fly. Winters walk.

Charlie Brown once said "Summers fly, winters walk." All four seasons run like hell. November 7th, ten years ago, we drove south down 280 to Auburn. The show I set up was in somebody's living room an...
Posted by Speakeasy on Sun, 25 Nov 2007 01:52:00 PST

Maam, are you ready to get the fuck out of this car?

It was just another night in my veins. I wasn't even in the room when Beth's head hit the floor, but I heard it. The sound was an anvil dropped on wood, an aluminum bat smashing a wall. I wasn't in th...
Posted by Speakeasy on Mon, 10 Mar 2008 05:28:00 PST

Its too late for luck, Aaron.

Are our heroes losers? Can you love someone and hate who they are? 34 years old, and it's tough to look back at some of the people I've put stock in. People that I've given god-like status to at one t...
Posted by Speakeasy on Mon, 11 Feb 2008 03:59:00 PST

Dont look back.

I run at night to isolate myself from everything. Last week, freezing, I rounded the corner of 2nd north and 23rd street, past the old Unity 1605, headed down 3rd and past the YWCA. Right past the yea...
Posted by Speakeasy on Mon, 04 Feb 2008 11:03:00 PST

Robby Bobo and time in Woodlawn.

Station 12. Woodlawn. Birmingham is four for four this year for murder. A woman up 1st ave north took 13 bullets tonight. We're on pace for 366. Too bad it's leap year for somebody. The Engines in the...
Posted by Speakeasy on Sat, 05 Jan 2008 10:44:00 PST

$2000 worth of prescription pills later

SUPPOSEDLY, they're going to let me go back to firefighting Wednesday, pending doctor's approval on Tuesday. Everyone cross your fingers and eat your fortune cookies. I'm off my medication finally, an...
Posted by Speakeasy on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 08:13:00 PST

Norwood to Homewood

(I wrote this on day 3. There's no internet in the hospital so I'm posting it now. Yes i'm still there. yes i snuck out. today is day 5.)Life is just falling apart. To my left is the big blue star of ...
Posted by Speakeasy on Mon, 12 Nov 2007 01:39:00 PST