You know what one of the coolest things about my new house is? When I come in on the chopper at 2:45 am after a Flametrick Subs show, I can still hear the motor echo off the hills for a couple of seconds after I shut the motor off.
Tonight was a good night. The only skins that made it to the show were SHARPs, so I didn't have to worry about feeling obligated to engage in any uncivilized confrontations. I miss the Black Cat, but going to a skinhead free Subs show is one good thing that came out of it burning down. An evil ex of mine, to remain nameless, called me at 4:30 am yesterday to tell me that she was coming to town for the weekend. I didn't answer, and she called back this afternoon to say that she wasn't coming after all. This is a good thing...a very good thing. I have (lets say a few) exes I've collected over the years since the day I discovered that boobies were soft jiggly and fun. A few of them really are kinda nuts. Many of them are irresponsible. However, with the exception of this one, all but this one are at heart, good people. This one is still a friend, but I feel sorry for her. She's a mess because she's made her life that way and with the exception of me, she's not very nice to the people around her. Any way, she is under the delusion that she has many friends that lover here in Austin. Austin is better off without her and she will live a much happier life not ever discovering how many of the people she considered friends actively adamantly dislike her. I want her to be able to remember things the way she perceives them. (it's too long of a story to get into)
The opposite side of this coin is that Anya is back in town. I ran into her tonight. Anya is Mike's widow (some of you may remember me writing about him, but I can't bring myself to rehash that story now) and is genuinely good people. She's a very attractive girl, but one I'd never think about laying a hand on. She's like a sister that I feel obligated to watch over. Eligible suitors should submit applications with me, but with the understanding that if you ever make her cry I'll hunt you down.
One day Anya and I need to have a beer on my back porch and talk about the good ol' days without talking about how they turned out. The days when I used to be a lowly noting grunt at the department who didn't have investments or thought about retirement. The days before I became this machine (like that fat sissy California governor played) sent back in time to hunt down meth heads and spouse beaters. The days when I foolishly chased after all the girls who were so much fun, but so much trouble.
It was a good night. I needed a night like this. Maybe I'll grab a Lone Star, sit on the back porch and soot at the stars.
Tonight was a good night. The only skins that made it to the show were SHARPs, so I didn't have to worry about feeling obligated to engage in any uncivilized confrontations. I miss the Black Cat, but going to a skinhead free Subs show is one good thing that came out of it burning down. An evil ex of mine, to remain nameless, called me at 4:30 am yesterday to tell me that she was coming to town for the weekend. I didn't answer, and she called back this afternoon to say that she wasn't coming after all. This is a good thing...a very good thing. I have (lets say a few) exes I've collected over the years since the day I discovered that boobies were soft jiggly and fun. A few of them really are kinda nuts. Many of them are irresponsible. However, with the exception of this one, all but this one are at heart, good people. This one is still a friend, but I feel sorry for her. She's a mess because she's made her life that way and with the exception of me, she's not very nice to the people around her. Any way, she is under the delusion that she has many friends that lover here in Austin. Austin is better off without her and she will live a much happier life not ever discovering how many of the people she considered friends actively adamantly dislike her. I want her to be able to remember things the way she perceives them. (it's too long of a story to get into)
The opposite side of this coin is that Anya is back in town. I ran into her tonight. Anya is Mike's widow (some of you may remember me writing about him, but I can't bring myself to rehash that story now) and is genuinely good people. She's a very attractive girl, but one I'd never think about laying a hand on. She's like a sister that I feel obligated to watch over. Eligible suitors should submit applications with me, but with the understanding that if you ever make her cry I'll hunt you down.
One day Anya and I need to have a beer on my back porch and talk about the good ol' days without talking about how they turned out. The days when I used to be a lowly noting grunt at the department who didn't have investments or thought about retirement. The days before I became this machine (like that fat sissy California governor played) sent back in time to hunt down meth heads and spouse beaters. The days when I foolishly chased after all the girls who were so much fun, but so much trouble.
It was a good night. I needed a night like this. Maybe I'll grab a Lone Star, sit on the back porch and soot at the stars.
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tattoosandwhores:
I'm just running around all the Austin members and saying hello.... so HELLO! 
tattoosandwhores:
I quit driving a semi about 3 weeks ago... now I am a retail whore once again... Assistant Management. I love retail and all... just don't really get to see new things everyday like driving over the road did.