Probably the best friend I ever had or ever will died last November, prolly shouldn't have, we aren't that old, well I know he shouldn't have, he wrecked his back and combined oxycodone with beer from a Chippewa St. above bar squat one too many times.
Yeah I remember bud, always will. I remember one time we were hammered, and told each other well, if you needed one person at your back at the gates of hell, who would you want ? We just laughed, oh yeah, we could do it somehow, we clanged bottles and just laughed, easy answer.
I'm real sorry I wasn't there. Best I can do now is remember. But I'll always remember. Distant faces shine, 1000 warriors I have known, sleep well Mike, next time.....
dum vivimus, vivamus
My boss, bloviating about the company, just give us our profit sharing checks and let us go get drunk you useless dolt!!!
Happiness is like pissing your pants. Everyone can see it but only you can feel the warmth.
Because maybe I am, with my feral cats in a 112 year old cellar, drinking the cheapest ice beer, computer failing, getting old, with lawyers looking for me, everyone around me dead, and maybe another chance ahead.
dum vivimus, vivamus
Whether anyone likes it or not, goodnight Marvin.
dum vivimus, vivamus
Careless Whisper - Seether
PUCK FATRIOTS
This one hurt Sahlens. I used to love this song. Then I saw them. It was still probably a great song, but the guy in front of us threw up and kept throwing up through the first band. He was fine by the end of their set but sort of forgot he'd been throwing up, it was in the summer, we'd paid a lot for the tickets for kids who didn't have any money and ended up in the first 10 floor rows, so we meant to stay there. And by the end, this was the encore, it was real bad. And the song wouldn't end, they just kept playing, it had to be like 5am, I hadn't gone to the bathroom in at least 72 hrs, we had no smuggled in pot or booze, the stench was hideous from the guys booze puke baking, and the song just kept going on and on and on and on....
I remember staggering out of there into the air at God knows what hour, and I remember that the puking guy never stopped dancing and air drumming and his friends never seemed to notice. And I remember staggering into the grass and not even caring if my own friends had survived, slumping into the dew that was common before global warming, and thinking that had to be a 17 hr song, and I never wanted to see another southern rock band ever again.....
dum vivimus, vivamus


Good for you Mace. Sounds about how I felt after my first cigarette, although it for some reason didn't make me quit.
On a completely different note:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4dPi0...eature=related
Go Bills!
Jimmy Pop doing a Chris Isaac impersonation, only fatter.
Whoa! god has a picture of me!



Scott
My Sister Jane's 'Big Dirt' may be the most prized CD I own. They were a local Salt Lake all female band from 20 years ago. Incredible talent and chemistry. Here's a clip off another one of their albums. Somewhat dorky but brilliant at the same time.
Go Bills!



The engine in my tractor trailer, struggling with 11000 gallons of diesel in back of it, as I limp it back to the shop with a blown turbocharger. Have only around 20% of my original HP, and at just over 94000lbs, it's slow going.
Happiness is like pissing your pants. Everyone can see it but only you can feel the warmth.
