Self Parody |
Oftentimes, I get a fleeting impression of my lack of individualism, that perhaps Reno Raines isn't a totally disparate and special human being than say, John Rambo. Sometimes I think I'm just another...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Apr 2004 09:47:00 GMT |
Estrangement & Loneliness |
A renegade, by definition, has no friends or home--he's constantly on the run from the law while making his abode wherever those bastards travel. Sometime, late at night, when I'm riding my bike throu...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Mar 2004 20:06:00 GMT |
Prowling the Badlands... |
People sometimes ask me, "Renegade, what does it actually mean to prowl the badlands?" I thought this entry might clarify and elucidate any misinterpretation when I say I was "prowling the badlands la...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Feb 2004 14:45:00 GMT |
Searching... |
It plagues me endlessly to think that the bastards who framed me for a crime I didn't commit, and killed the woman I love are running loose in the city. This is the stuff where legends are born, where...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Feb 2004 14:45:00 GMT |
Being Hard... |
I was walking down the street in my black wife-beater, leather jacket, and Ray-Bans when I saw some hard Asians posing in front of a store. They all had tattoos, Timberlands, cell phones, and cigarett...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Jan 2004 12:09:00 GMT |
Hunting and hunted... |
I was out tonight riding my Harley, looking for those bastards who framed me for a crime I didn't commit. It was cold outside--below freezing--but I had to look hard, so I pulled out my favorite black...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Jan 2004 20:43:00 GMT |
