Bill was high... had an "accident" and killed the 8 year old son of some chick I knew.. the chick that got the same kid her son a tattoo and caused a huge rift that almost became a war..
He treed it... she was belted in so was he.. the kid wasn't and became a projectile...
Hes been charged with manslaughter...fleeing a fatality accident... substance abuse and driving while impaired and some other stuff guanteed to make him die in prison... theres no one to rat on, nothing to trade.. hes all about being done..
To bad they didnt put a Glock in his mouth and dump a full mag.. not that the brooder deserves any better
You tell me
Random is as random does...
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Monday, May 30, 2011
And then this one time at band camp....
Jimmy got 10 years, Rob got 80.. Bill sold them to keep his weak ass out of prison... he got sold by his GF to keep out of jail....she went to lock up anyway because she didn't stay clean...everyone else is in jail... Controlled buys mostly and trafficing.. some receving beefs and mr tuffy got beat down with a baseball bat....
I dropped one of my gigs.... they did a back ground check on me and I passed.... a problem came up when a friend raised a question so I did a background check on them...
They didn't pass...... and that was that..
I hang out with some bad boys, but I know what the deal is...theres no pretentions or bullshit about criminals, drug addicts and whores..its who they are and how they live..but they are true to their natures...which one deals with...
a wolf is a wolf ....a dog is a dog.. they are who they are.. and I fit in, but live a straight life, except when Im cracking heads....and even then I keep legal...
This other bunch.. in the words of Brick Top...had all the qualitys of a dog save loyalty..and were slimy corporate bastards...
So I shift gears... I had suspicions....So I kept on with classes.. meetings, symposiums and all the little things I have to do...
I can make a nonprofit corporation just as easily as I can work for one....I can write the same, grants provide the same services .... keep the grant administration % and even pay salary for being a consultant....theres a lot of faith based preparedness money to be had and I know the language...
I try to see things from as many directions as possible... and be ready for whatever..I already have the forms from the corporation commission and I know stuff... I've been involved a time or two...
My foot is stiff as a carp but getting better...I still want that cane... silver head...all pimped out.. you know...like that.
I dropped one of my gigs.... they did a back ground check on me and I passed.... a problem came up when a friend raised a question so I did a background check on them...
They didn't pass...... and that was that..
I hang out with some bad boys, but I know what the deal is...theres no pretentions or bullshit about criminals, drug addicts and whores..its who they are and how they live..but they are true to their natures...which one deals with...
a wolf is a wolf ....a dog is a dog.. they are who they are.. and I fit in, but live a straight life, except when Im cracking heads....and even then I keep legal...
This other bunch.. in the words of Brick Top...had all the qualitys of a dog save loyalty..and were slimy corporate bastards...
So I shift gears... I had suspicions....So I kept on with classes.. meetings, symposiums and all the little things I have to do...
I can make a nonprofit corporation just as easily as I can work for one....I can write the same, grants provide the same services .... keep the grant administration % and even pay salary for being a consultant....theres a lot of faith based preparedness money to be had and I know the language...
I try to see things from as many directions as possible... and be ready for whatever..I already have the forms from the corporation commission and I know stuff... I've been involved a time or two...
My foot is stiff as a carp but getting better...I still want that cane... silver head...all pimped out.. you know...like that.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
My foot hurts
10 frigging days.... but I can finially hobble...a little..
I may need a cane.. but one which is stylish, maybe has a sword or flask built in...a silver head..secret compartments and stuff...
something I can wave an gesture with as I rave incoherently.. and heavy enough to cave in the hood of a Buick..
Im looking forward to it...
I may need a cane.. but one which is stylish, maybe has a sword or flask built in...a silver head..secret compartments and stuff...
something I can wave an gesture with as I rave incoherently.. and heavy enough to cave in the hood of a Buick..
Im looking forward to it...
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
She has the notion I should read to her
Which is a good idea as long as no Sylvia Plathe is involved..
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Whos your kitty...... I kinda like kittens, they kinda like me.. it was always a treat to have them climb up and sleep under my beard.. or stick their head in my mouth, cause they're fuzzy weridos...they have no idea we're a different species...or 400 times bigger...they demand to be fed..petted.. face rubbed.. smelled.. washed.
look at that face
look at that face
we know who the future bad ass is..
The green and the red...
The color of the muck is now a nice olive green shot with red ..its made the journey from clear and foamy to clear.... to white and now at last green and red...
The red is why you avoid asprin..... the blood gets thinned and one hemmorages... then you end up dead from a lung bleed...
So I'd as soon avoid it.....and just not take the asprin......
Pandemic influenza 101......
I feel like road kill......not in a sense I'd enjoy some..... but in the "Oh God a truck ran over me" senario.. eyes running, nose running, coughing, sneezing.... sucking air as I cough till I get colic like an infant... gurgling...
We won't talk about dinner...or even think about it...
The red is why you avoid asprin..... the blood gets thinned and one hemmorages... then you end up dead from a lung bleed...
So I'd as soon avoid it.....and just not take the asprin......
Pandemic influenza 101......
I feel like road kill......not in a sense I'd enjoy some..... but in the "Oh God a truck ran over me" senario.. eyes running, nose running, coughing, sneezing.... sucking air as I cough till I get colic like an infant... gurgling...
We won't talk about dinner...or even think about it...
Friday, May 13, 2011
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