age: 68 (Oct 17, 1943)
MEMBER SINCE: December 2005
occupation: I make stuff
body mods: A bunch of tattoos but not nearly enough. 1/2" gauge ears. Lip. Septum.
makes me sad: being confused, heroin addicts, when the cotton comes off the end of a q-tip while still in use.
crush: cans of pbr. souls.
sign: middle finger most of the time
gets me hot: Girls that dont wear a lot of make up, not being afraid of being yourself and expressing it, girls that can drive trucks, girls that wear bandanas, eyes, tattoos, piercings
makes me happy: old wrinkly ladies that smoke like Italian mobsters, Irish whiskey, great music, great company, great sex, high notes off key, old couples still holding hands, fishnet stockings, second chances, sex on sunday, afghans and rocking chairs
into: the taoist black pearl, dead mans curve at 60, not being afraid to say what I want, breaking down barriers set by other people, being creative, growing my hair and NOT combing it, Jameson and cheap beer but mostly just jameson, sudoku puzzles, chess, accomplishing my goals, not living up to anyone elses standards, solutions
Oh, but Sunday morning coming down will be that same familiar hell I know. I know.
I cant wait for snow tubing!!!! Thats gonna be a good weekend for me. Black Keys on Friday. Snow tubing on Saturday. Super Bowl on Sunday should be fun as well. Plus, I should get my tax refund around the same time which means I can book myself a flight right the fuck out and away from the bullshit for a little while. I havent taken a vacation since back in 03 when I got outta the Marines!
I have so much excess energy right now that I literally cant control or do anything with and its enough to make me want to scream something horrible.
Fuck. This was supposed to be short. Its already too long.










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