November 2009
11 posts
So whatcha whatcha want?
I’m beginning to attempt to try and write down my memoirs, not sure how far I will get because I think I might have a job, and that shit takes up your time. I am trying to figure out what stories to write, and in what order. So I will just title some of the stories and see who would like to see what, I guess this is my first WHORING out attempt on tumbler. Here are the titles:
The Wifesaver...
Drunk/Retarded Kevin.......3 pages of joy :)
Deaf/Retarded Kevin
This story is one of many that will come out of weekend visiting to Michigan State University and my friends there. I was blessed with a good core of hard-drinking friends who were kind enough to bum whatever hooch I was bringing to their dorms. At this time I was employed by a large construction firm operating a 50-ton crane and therefore had money to buy products other...
With friends like these....
So I was talking to a few friends a couple days ago about camping. Which reminded me of a wonderful story that has not scarred me (for several reasons) for life?
Summer of 1995, I was just out of my sophomore year of high school and me and my two best friends, Brian and Todd, decided to go camping. We usually hit up a little island that you can walk across to on a sandbar and the water usually...
The joy of GBoD!
From my view, somewhat raised on this soapbox of mine, I’m witnessing the beginning of the end of the English language. Time to attack technology before it dumbs us down, similar to the movie “Idiocracy,” it’s not too late. A combination of psychological and practicality seems to have people making eye contact and speaking directly to each other less and less as the years go by. Breakups via...
Ahhhhhhhhhh.......autumn
Yesterday was the quintessential autumn day, sun shining, chill in the air, almost a fresh smell. I actually just stood outside and enjoyed the cool breeze and the warm sun….then I finished peeing and came back inside.
As Allowed by His Dark Lord
I pondered a 2nd attempt at my last post. Was I being callous or insensitive? I don’t believe so, and I would know because I was writing the post. I don’t think that I made it abundantly clear that I wasn’t talking of my friends as if THEY have cashed in all respect for themselves and have played the baby lottery. There are people who I know that I AM thinking of, but that’s neither here nor...
Are children REALLY our future?
In this wonderful world of social networking I’ve noticed that people are kid-retarded. Now I cannot speak with any experience on this subject because I’m without child. But it does seem as if once someone has a wee one that their entire existence becomes entrenched with their spawn. Not to try and sound like a sociopath, but this confuses me. The loss of self-worth for a baby that may, or may...