REMBER THAT NITE?

It was Tues 6/13/2006. What a nite!
Not sure why I went out drinking on a
Tuesday, but I went out with The Great
Instigator. Things started out splendidly.
Morphine Drips along with memory trips.
All was right with our world. That was to
change by the end of the nite tho.

It is too long of a story to type, sorry. In
short, the good and the bad, the fuzz came
around, the cool fuzz. Very rare in this day
and age. Mostly just a bunch of pigs like the
West Linn PD.

FURTHER

sO THE PICTURES ARE OF THE NEWPORT BAY BRIDGE RIGHT AFTER LEAVING ROGUE BREWERY. SOMEWHERE ALONG THE COAST ON MY WAY UP TO ROGUE. THEN THE HIGHWAY FROM BEND TO MEDFORD. I SAW OLD FRIENDS AND AVOIDED ENEMIES. ALLS WELL THAT ENDS. IF YOU CLICK ON THE PICTURES THEY BLOW UP, BUT NOT IN A MAN MADE DISASTER WAY JANET NAPALITANO.

HOME, HOME AGAIN. I LIKE TO BE HERE WHEN I CAN

And when I come home cold and tired... You know the rest. It appears as tho I only travelled 55 miles. Seemed like a longer and stranger trip than that.

loaded and ready to go

Or ready to go get loaded. Throw the back pack in the van and the netflix in the mail and then it is highway star time.

I'D LIKE TO INTRODUCE YOU TO SOME OF THE VOICES IN MY HEAD

But it seems as tho they suffer from stage fright. Oddly enough whenever we go out drinking they have no problem ripping my clothes off in public. Strange people. So it has been a while since I spoke about my job. I have mentioned it in passing, but not specifically about what/who I deal with. Last nite I referred to WHATS IN A NAME, well here are the names of some of the people I work with. I guess I'll start with the women. I suppose it is best I do it in list form:

Mother Goose aka sharyn
Helen Keller " linda
Hank " cindi
Oscar " jean
8675309 " jena
Beltser Skelter " heather
Calamity Jane " ann
Jim Henson " mallory
Annie Oakley " leslie

The men are stranger:

Cool Whip aka alex
Raspberry Marmalade " cody
Buddy Holly " arron
Walkness Monster " chris
Silly Putty " tom
Bea Arthur " ryan
Bulldog " luke

Then there are two more. One is Jim, vegie Jim as some of you may know him. I'm not sure if he leaves comments here or if they go to my email. Well being of slim build Slim Jim is a given, so that won't do. So my thoughts are Slim Harpo (google it. a solid blues man/founding father) or GTA. You know, slim jim, break into a car and steal it.

As for me ...are you ready? Neither am I. Howdy Doody. I didn't ask for any reason but I figure it is either because I have no heart, or in the words of Chong "Does Howdy Doody have wooden balls?" Or else it is due to my award winning smile (listening to the new Dylan album again. The song "I feel a change coming on" is now playing. I know he stays out of politics, but I can't help but laugh. You know, at the whole change bit. The only change that I have noticed is the loose coin in my pockets and oil prices going up again. When Bush was in high oil prices were said to be due to cronyism, tell me what it is now. I suppose it is a federal offense to say Kill The Fucker, but I find the feds to be offensive. So now the questioned is raised, if this were to be put on obamas teleprompter would he read it? Of course, as long as no reprter is blocking the screen) or childlike demeanor. Yeah, if my tongue got any further into my cheek I'd have to rent a room.

Have you bought the new Dylan album yet? You really should. Why? "cause its all good. You'll get it if you get it. Speaking of which, play it again Free.


How could I have forgotten Hannah Montana? AKA Melissa.

thoreauing caution to the wind

well, on another subject, I just came up with a name for my line of neck ties. I had been planning on calling it Fiveshy Neck Ties ( if you go back to the post "Whats In A Name" from Sept of '07 you'll get it), but I have now come up with the definitive label name. "Stranglehold Neck Wear"! As for my patterns those I will not reveal over the internet, but trust me on this one, they both kick and haul ass.

As for caution to the wind, find, found, wound, wounded knee in the groin; chicken wing. Next week I'll be headed on vacation into hostile territory...Oregon. Yes I lived there and since moving away, be I in NH, NM, AZ, or ID, I have made a trip back. A couple have been awesome, and the others treacherous. ( I made two from NH, one the worst trip of my life, another one of the best. From NM a depressing trip, and from AZ...did I travel from AZ? Oh yeah, and then the stake in the heart trip, hitching from ID.)

Sorry, I lost where I was going with this.

Hey Pink Lloyd, are you using those weights? My upper body is dwindling. I suppose I should ask about the wife and kids too.

As for Thoreauing, I will be keeping a semi coherent journal of my adventures. Nothing ever written except maybe on a napkin or coaster covered with beer stains, snot, or sure hope I don't light up another telephone pole. . Why take notes? To Remember? If its worth remembering you will only have to recall it to others later, not read it back. The police blotter does that for you. If you're really lucky you'll have the scars or handcuff marks to back it up.

time to go to hush a bye mountain

GOING TO PLAY DOMINOES WITH SYD.
CATCH YOU ON THE FLIP SIDE. SO GRIN
AND BARRETT.

Well yes I have been told I am flippant. Flip off. It has been
a long two days. Too long daze. Drank myself sober for the
second time in my life. I don't recall the first but I know it
has happened before. I'm sure I will recall in a couple hours.
Was it Pocatello? Or maybe Flag? My lips move but I cant
hear what I'm thinking. I have become comfortably in love
with a cellist.

I bid you good morning.

HAppY ThirTy HOurS

Well it has been 30 hours since I put on the new Dylan album.
Lots of beer and happy dances. Now I have the pleasure
of watching the Canucks go up 2-0in the first period of game two.
I must confess, I do have one major gripe with (have I ever told you about Griper?)this new Dylan album. Way too short

PROST

WHAT DID I HAVE FOR BREAKFAST?

Glad you asked.
Flying dog pale ale and London broil...blood rare.

Yes it is!

But I have discovered that 9:01 is a good time.
After all I don't plan on leaving my bar stool. Yes
I have stools at home. Oh yeah, I almost forgot,
don't crap where you nap. Get it? Stool...at home?
Alright, maybe it's time for a nap, but first I'd better crap.

Is 8:57 to early for beer?

Well...?

TEMPTATIONS PAGE FLIES OUT THE DOOR YOU FOLLOW AND FIND YOURSELF AT WAR

Well I'm sitting here listening to the new Dylan (yes I got it on vinyl) and sipping on a Flying Dog pale ale. As I enjoy both my mind wrestles with a possibility. Usually there are many swirling around in there, just one this time. Santa Barbara. Why not? Why? New scenery, new co workers. But if I were to transfer I would rather go to the desert. St George in Utah, or Palm Desert in CA. St Geo is pretty in and of itself. Palm Desert is just a hop, skip, and a jump from Idylwild in the San Bernadino mts. Go up into the mountains and drop down into a canyon just to sit besides strawberry creek and listen to the brook babble. Also, it is close to Death Valley so I can get things prepared for when The Cheese gets out.

But yeah, Santa Barbara no, maybe SLO just up the highway. Hang out at Pismo Beach. Speaking of which...Many many moons ago Dave Vick and I happened to stumble into Pismo. Just toring the state in my '75 Cutlass, living on oranges and black hash. So we're walking along the sand at the bottom of the cliffs of a cove. Some guy walks by and says "tides coming in". Cool, we'll hop on that big rock and watch the surf roll in. Let me describe this rock. It was twice the size om my current living room and about 20 feet high. A massive piece of stone with two massively stoned pieces on it. After about an hour it was the size of my living room and only about ten feet high. Now add to that the crabs that started coming out and crawling around and the rock is getting fairly congested. I guess as long as the lighter stayed dry we were pretty happy. (I am currently (current, thats funny) laughing myself to tears) The next thing we know the rock is now a small boulder the size of my bathroom and only five feet above the swirling, pounding surf. Talk about stir crazy.

We had two options, jump and swim, or climb a vertical sandstone wall. Jumping in would only lead to getting pounded against our very shelter, so it was climbing time. Dave was six feet tall so we figured he had the best chance. The wall was very smooth with next to nothing but crumbling sandstone to cling to. No go. so we sat and smoked a little more. If all else fails... Damn those crabs. They were every where. I was tired and cold so I thought I would flap my arms. The next thing I know I'm on the top of the ledge looking at Dave down below. "How'd you do it?" he asked. "I have know idea". I still don't. Maybe I had suction cup hands. Who knows? After a while Dave makes it up. Back to the Cutlass, on to Laguna Beach.

Several years later I'm hitching up the 101 and I catch a ride. Now in the eighties most of the people picking up hitchers were yuppies. "I remember back when..." Now they had MBA's and BMW's, expense accounts, and a need for weed. So this guy ask me if I want to stop for lunch. Of course man. So we stop at a restaurant in Pismo that sits up on a cliff.. Sitting at a window table looking out over ocean I look down to see the very same rock mentioned above. Nothing left to do but smile smile smile. But wait, theres more. Before leaving I went into the restroom to clean up a bit. Not having seen myself for a few days I was quite surprised to see my reflection. Every hair on my head was pointed in a different direction. Had I walked up to this place on my own they wouldn't have let me in the door let alone us the bathroom.

Man I miss those days. I guess I am an old fart already.