retired and drinking mad dog margaritas
I retired on October 17th, 2008. Some will say I was laid off, but some are fools. Typing slow. My hands are cold. Riding in the cold to go dumpster Trader Joe's because I wanted meat, I'm broke and a bad shoplifter. Plus I have an iron stomach. Dumpsters tenderize. yeah. no meat. just a bunch of toilet paper (weird...) and organic corn chips. bah. anyone remember the band Dramarama? Anything. yeah. still deranged. went on my first train ride this week. was planning on hopping off in Northern California but wound up in Elko, NV. that's where the skinwalkers have there annual convention. they serve you saltwater if you smell funny. rode through the Sierras. a few times literally. been traveling/camping off and on for the last month. i guess if i'd retired in the spring i'd be warmer but then i wouldn't see my breath first thing in the morning when i wake up god knows where. sometimes i forget i'm breathing. seeing is beleiving. yeah. so before i fall asleep with Guy Clark stuck in my head (4 days now....), here is a pic of me on the train and one of Lemmy (my scoot-scoot). life's gettin' funnier and funnier. laugh mother fucker. 
