I have to hand it to the motherfucker, every so often God will throw me a curve-ball, right out of fuckin nowhere man, and it'll completely mess my head up as I try to work out hte dyanamics of a certain situation and how it possibly could have come about. Inthat same taken, sometimes the motherfucker will throw me a bone ( Read more... )

In a job like mine you have a fair amount of time to yourself. When I say a fair amount, I mean there are some days, maybe twice a week usually, where you don't see another human for 7 hours at a time. Or the only humans you do see are the old people running the random-and-only corner store in some god-forsaken town in the middle of butt-fuck ( Read more... )

We ordered more tshirthell.com shirts! Yay!

Pictures to ....cum.

Fish.

*upon cheryl seeing one of those "omg HOT" chicks that has a baby-bumb goin on ( Read more... )

“This isn’t me ( Read more... )

All Wrapped Up ( Read more... )

I just tried. Who's interested?

They traveled in silence, side by side. The engine drone was the only noise keeping away the ringing of their ears. The car was speeding - but not hurtling - down the 4-am-dark arterial road. She rode passenger, he drove. Her make-up was in streaks down her face, although the tears had dried a few minutes ago. ( Read more... )

I'm writing again. Shit, only a 18 month bout of writer's block. Nothing major. I like the idea of my book, again. A claim to fame? Unlikely. Coming soon to your 99c rack in the airport ( Read more... )

Cheryl told me that the smell and taste of jack & coke reminds her of me.

It'd be sweet if it wasn't so depressing.

What family and the police describe as Hunter S Thompson's suicide note, delieved to his wife 4 days prior to him shooting himself read:

Football Season is OverNo More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun - for anybody ( Read more... )