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Baby Its Cold Outside

I just to a break from my all day Chuckie Cheese dvd and beer marathon to go get something to eat. Yes, it has bacon on it. I left the seclusion and reclusion of my apt and walked up the street for a burger. Oddly enough I went grocery shopping yesterday and returned with nothing but beer. So other than C3PO I had to talk to some one other than Mr Cheese (well, and that other person. you know who you are...don't you?)

So yeah, it is cold outside. Food for thought. There are people living out there. Some by choice, others by chance. I remember when I was living in my Corvair van in So Cal of all places. It was an ice box. There were times I had to bring the little propane tank into my sleeping bag to get it warm enough to ignite. this time of year when you are out shopping a lot of retailers ask you to buy a toy, book. or food item to give to the less fortunate. Good? Its like opinions. Mine? Make you feel guilty. Boost their sales, egos, and public image. It is funny how they report their good deeds. Seems as tho the bit about the left and right hand not knowing is side lined even when THEY claim this to be a christian time of year. I'll leave it up to you. You can feed some ones ego, or buy some one a happy meal and tell youself about it every time your feeling down.

As for the cold, Charlie had it right. Move to the desert. A further south desert.
See you in Death Valley.

TRIPPIN' WITH BOB

I suppose going to Belgium would be the furthest I went to see Dylan. Key word would. As of now the longest trip was from Flagstaff to Milwaukee. That one was quite simple however. A shuttle down to Phoenix. Flight to Milwaukee. Ride to the show by one of my siblings....reverse procedure.

Even tho many have started out with less certainty (see the post THE DEATH OF A PRINCESS from April of "08) all have had peculiarly successful results. Looking back I am rather amazed. Tho the trips in So. Cal. were short, but still there had to be some kind of faith that not all mankind sucks. I'm not sure how, but I saw Bob a couple times in Costa Mesa at the Pac Amp. Both times I got a ride straight back to Northridge. Then there were all the shows at the Greek theater in L.A.. Getting there was easy. A bus ride down the 101 to Vermont Ave, then a short walk towards Griffith park. Getting home was another story...kind of. 11:00 and hitching a ride in L.A. having to be to work at 5:00 the next a.m. For two years running he did three show runs during the week and I never did miss a day of work.

I did however skip out on one of our monthly company meetings only to walk in with a shirt showing some Viet Nam war soldiers and the quote "I ain't gonna work for Maggies brother no more". The irony here being that it was a family run business. But wait, the twist on that is I did work for the brother some more. In fact for two years, during which I quit once and got fired three times. At the risk of sounding immodest, I must say that I am not a model employee but I can kick some ass when it comes to getting the job done. After all, I am on number 47 (if you count getting fired and rehired. Yes it has happened more than once).

ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT...ME?

Yes me. This is my latest scheme. Seeing as tho I don't like the direction that this country is going in I thought "Why can't I be an illegal alien?". So here is the plan. Dylan is playing in Brussels next April. I checked out airfare, but it would be over $1000.00 round trip. Once there however I would cash in the return trip ticket and try to assimilate to the Belgian culture. (Yes, assimilate, not be an American Belgian.) After having done more research on being a Trappist monk I realize that due to schisms it would be an impossibility for me to live at a monastery. Plus, their days are regulated to the minute. I don't mind a little bit of structure, but man, poo at two?

Now, being illegal I'd have to get an under the table job. Of course it wouldn't be fair to the tax paying citizens, so to justify my existence in their country I would by beers for the legal citizens. I wouldn't cause wear and tear to the infrastructure, and promise to walk or hitch hike instead of drive an unlicensed, uninsured vehicle. Above all, I promise not to get pregnant and have the delivery paid for by others and the baby designated as legal. Wouldn't that be just the same as playing Red Rover with drug smugglers? If they make it thru the border they are free to profit off of the contraband.

Now that I think about it, couldn't I just whine that it was once my forefathers land, there by my land?

16 YEARS

It seems like only yesterday. I had a bag full of pot and killed it.
Sometimes I wonder why, but I know better. Regardless....
Hey man...I'm just happy I've gone with out . Still.., Barnes&Noble?

I have been not writing lately due too a lot iuwetbvsa in my mind.
Imagine that.

So here are my dates;
9/15/01 heroin
12/10/92 all illegal drugs
10/24/02 hard liquor

Well I do have some more, but why piss me off.

Just so you know, I have a big grin right now

The Fuzz

Hey Daddio, the fuzz came rapping at my door last nite. It was a rerun of the "When figure skating is outlawed..." post from a while back. This time instead of the Olympics I was watching "Performance", an old movie featuring Mick Jagger. Don't waste your time on it.

Also last nite I had someone ask me if I was a terrorist.

"Well, thats all a matter of perspective. You label me a terrorist, I consider myself an ambassador of goodwill."

End of discussion...so I thought.

"So whats with this?" he said pointing to my bandanna.
"You see, I have a prominent scar that people would recognize. The bandanna I can remove and burn."

I will admit that the pattern has an arabic appearance, but so what. I have had it for over eight years, and altho it is torn and frayed, I can't bring myself to part with it. It was a gift and I know that no one in the states has one like it.

The guy asked me not to blow the place up until after he had gone.
"It's a freakin brew pub man. If I'm gonna blow up a bar it will be a winery full of snobs>"
MAybe a book store.

but, yeah, the fuzz. Funny name. I wonder how it came to be.