It was a stressful couple of days at work, so heading out to the movies was just what the doctor ordered.

I was slightly disappointed while watching the film, but I must say there were plenty of parts that I'll never forget.

Just one of them quirky movies that come along every once in a while.

***

I don't deserve people accusing me of things.
At all.

The Notebook

Well, now I can say I watched one of the sappiest movies of all time!

It really wasn't that bad though.

So that must mean I'm a sap.

***

Actually.  It was a really nice movie.

.357 Magnum Hollowpoints

***

"Something Bad Happened To A Clown", by Warren Zevon is playing.

All packed up and ready to go for hitting the road.  I'm not looking forward to this trip, but it will be over soon enough.

***

Reloading and Travel

Loading .357's now.

This is a lot of fun, AND I'll get to take loads of ammo to the range.

I owe Dave G. so much.  Thanks, Dave.

***

I'm packing for the road tonight.  I'm not sure who all else is going, but I know Wildman is going with me.

This is truly another job straight from hell.

It's going to be a rough one, but we'll get through it.

***

What You Know About That, Y'all

"Roll Out" by Ludacris is playing.

Just relaxing for a few minutes before I get out the Vmax manual for some researching.

Think I might finally work on it.

I'm so unmotivated.

I could have hung out with Wildman and Amber, but they went to Bootlegger's right after the golf tournament.  We had just eaten after the tournament and I didn't want to go to a place to eat.

So instead I watched the Vikings lose to the 49ers last night with Elizabeth.

She's pictured above with her little man.

It was nice to have company at night.  

She wants me to go to the fair with her before it's done for the year.  Hmmmm maybe I'll do that, but I always hate the thought of smelling all the animal poo so we'll see.

This football season will be especially interesting, since I'm a Browns fan and she is a Steelers fan.

I expect I'll get some harassment each week.

Now "What You Know About That" by T.I. is playing.  I'm cranking to all the hip hop classics right now.

***

Oh, and no Jim Beam tonight.  I might puff a stogie, but I don't need any JB.

Think Mr. Jim and I are getting a divorce.

I've said that before, so we'll see.

This was the best Bobo Memorial yet.

Wildman, Brett, and myself were on a team.  Would you believe we parred the course?

I had some sweet drives and one good put, but my chipping was what I did best.

Justin excelled in all three, and Brett was the put master.  He was the best putter for sure.

The weather was nice and cool.

We all had a great time.

***

Bubbles

The Pres is the most hardcore park-swinger and slider I've met.

Her sisters are hardcore like there's no tomorrow too.

I felt like I was on a date with her after she she gave me flowers.  Must be love.

But next time she seriously needs to wear a belt.

***

Also:

I went out with friends last night, and ended up hanging with Phillie.

Probably the best time I've had with her.

I harassed the bouncer about his shirt, but he was nice enough not to break me in half.

I got haggled by the DJ for wearing Phillie's purse on the dance floor, but I took it like a man.  Well, I guess I took it like a man wearing a purse.  Pretty gay, but I never claimed straightness so it's all good.

She just got a new tattoo earlier in the day though, and I bumped it a few times.  Sorry kiddo.

There were a lot of chics dancing, and some girl on girl action was present too.  I wasn't going to be the one to complain, mind you.

(Annie and Vicky simply didn't have the mad boogying skills that we rocked.)

But this one other guy did.  He did this little bouncing move while pointing his fingers at everyone.  I tried that move out, but just couldn't quite make it work like he could.

So it was a nice Friday night out.  I'm still recovering.

I should be alright for tomorrow's big golf tournament.

Hope everyone is having a good weekend.

Par!

I parred hole 9!

We drank a lot of beer.

We ate a lot of wings.

Wildman once again showed why he's the best partner you could have.

Decent ball contact, aim is improving, and my jerk off attitude is at its peak.

I may still be the worst golfer, but I'm the biggest player in the league.

Nobody can match those skills.

***

Sweet Ride

I took the Bonneville into Andover tonight to have dinner with Awesome Marsha.

We went to Scooter's, and I think it was one of the best dinners I've had in a long time.

We also took a walk alongside the lake.

The ride down seemed to be rough and take forever, but the ride on the way back was nice and cool.

Quite a few bugs on the way back, though.
***

It was really nice to see Awesome.  She and I had a good talk, cracked jokes, and gave each other updates on our lives.
We'll be hanging out soon, so look for some updates!

Goodnight Bonnie

I used to live on Prospect Street.

Across the street from us lived Bonnie and her family.

I remember spending time at their place during a summer.

I remember going to birthday parties.

I remember going to flea markets.

I remember a huge 40 pound catfish that Bonnie's husband caught.

I remember his motorcycle got stolen and trashed.  He also had a three wheeler, back when those were cool.

I remember Bonnie calling me a couch potato.  She was right.

I remember Bonnie was always nice.

She always did the best for her children that she could.

Goodnight, Bonnie.

You were too young.

***

"Nwalhulwana", performed by Orchestra Marrabenta Star de Moçambique is playing.


Thinking about some of the things from this weekend.


Brett and his girlfriend bought a house with 22 acres of beautiful countryside.  What a property.  I went to their house warming this Saturday.  The Dude was there when I showed up.  I asked him if he woke up the previous night when I was honking my horn in his front yard.  He told me he hadn't.
I was disappointed in that.


I'm looking at houses in that area now.  I dislike living in the city.


Later that night I hung out with some friends.  Melody made one of the best mixed drinks I ever had.  It was a good time.  


I took one of them to my place afterwards.  It was really nice.


This morning I went over to her place and hung out with her family for a while.


I went for motorcycle ride after, but wasn't quite feeling it so I made it a short ride.


I worked out for a bit.  I'll probably be sore tomorrow.


Think I'm going to have a stogie.  I think they're healthy for me.

About 12:30 my neighbor came out onto his porch and started talking with me.
Around 1:30 we decided to go riding.
I tell ya, that guy's a maniac.  Speed limits aren't something he notices.
We went to Partner's, East Erie Turner's, and Pano's.  None of which were impressive.
But it was nice to go riding.
He told me he thought I was crazy when we stopped at a stop light.
Ironic, coming from him.

There were lot's of women out and about, and a few of them talked with us.  Fred let's them know right away that he'll make out with them, though, and I think that's a slightly flawed plan.

I just enjoyed the company, and politely refused a few offers to hang with the ladies at a different club.
I wasn't going to ditch Fred.  He seemed to have a lot on his mind.

But when he finally started talking about what was on his mind, I immediately wished I had gone to the club.  He has some serious stuff going on in his life right now.  Gee wiz.  It was a heavy conversation.

But then we got back on the road and tore it up some more.

I wonder how he stayed alive so long.  Got in around 4:00AM.  I'm feeling it.

Too old for that any more.

'The French Inhaler' by Warren Zevon is playing.
He has odd music.  Which is why he was the greatest.

Some JB and a stogie after a nice motorcycle ride.
Just got back from North East.  That's always a nice little ride.  I even rode past Dudick's house (recognized his truck) and blared my horn a bunch of times.  It was really obnoxious.
That's why he loves me so much.

Checked for a message from Michelle.  Nothing.
I'll just give her time to get out of her own way.
Hit me up, girl.  Enough is enough.

I'm going to hang with the president of my fan club this weekend.  She rocks.
So do her sisters.

Nothing but random crap on my mind tonight.

Oh, and sorry about that, Dudick.

Not.
****

I called up my friend LeRoy on the phone
I said, Buddy, I'm afraid to be alone
'Cause I got some weird ideas in my head
About things to do in Denver when you're dead

~Warren Zevon

'My Time' by Minus The Bear is playing.

Sipping Beam from a flask that I'm going to flatten when a hammer after it's empty.

I got the results from the doc.  Of course my blood was clean.  Because I got it like that.

He did point some other things out, that I need to take care of.

Still need to get the lumps tested.  But I'm rock solid.  No worries.

****
I keep thinking of a friend of mine, who I think very highly of.
She told me news that floored me, recently.
I never would have imagined it.
Afterwards, she was convinced that I wouldn't want to talk to her any more.  She hasn't responded to any of my messages.
So, if you're reading this...understand that nothing will make me turn my back to you.  So quit giving me the bad guy treatment.  I'm not afraid of you.  I'm not disgusted, ashamed, or any of the things you mentioned.
So to reuse a phrase you once gave to me, quit whining and get a hold of me.

Now Bruce's girlfriend refers to me as 'evil'.

It's about time the lady recognizes.

Great ball contact, better than average drives, and for some reason my pulse never got above a relaxed rhythm.  

I hope Wildman enjoyed my driving.  I just wanted to show him that he's not the only one who can beat the shit out of golf carts.

After golf Wildman hung in the driveway for about 20 mins.  He showed me his liner was coming down in his truck, and after locating a can of spray adhesive in my garage we had him all fixed up.

***

Note: get better soon Marci.  I think the dude rocked, but he just ain't got my heart like you do.

Findlay Lake

I snapped the above pic just before getting on the bike to start riding over to Wildman's place.

We rode out into New York, and around Findlay Lake.

It was foggy and I had a hard time seeing every now and then.  But for the most part it was a great ride into the country.

Afterwards, we made it downtown in Erie.  All the people were walking to and from bars on State St.  

Some random people were break dancing on a corner.  While we were at that corner with a red light, we boogied for them on our bikes.  I did the robot, and Wildman did some smooth-ass moves of his own.

People were envying us.

It was a great ride.

Each weekend comes faster than the previous.
But they are never fast enough.
At least this Monday was non-eventful.  I got a few things done.

Pretty soon, the heat will get turned up hotter than it's been in a very long time.

Bring it.

I'm up for it.

***

Can't get any answers from the doc.  Friday they were closed.  Today he was 'out', whatever that means.

I'm going there tomorrow.  No more of this crap.

Killian's Irish Red.
Stogie.
Macy Gray's "There Is Beauty In The World" is playing.

I can't stop thinking about the same thing.
I mean holy smokes.

Tomorrow is the work week.  Badass Billy G. returns.  That means the pressure will be on me again.
Screw it.  I can take it.

So as traffic rolls by, and it's too dark for me to see if I'm making successful smoke rings, I'm thinking about the messes I make.  I am the mess master.

But there is still a whole lot of beauty in this mess.

And I keep thinking about it.

Hopefully tomorrow I can get an answer on my blood work, and then I'll schedule an appointment for the surgeon.  That will be fun.

Everyone out there....have a good night.

After working yesterday, I got plenty done around the house.
It was nice to get things accomplished.
But my night was one I'll never forget.
Never.
And my morning was just as good.
Even though I got my ass kicked all over the place by a few little girls.
They punch harder than you would expect.
I had it coming though.  I sat on her blanket.
***

HTTM

It took us a few hours to actually get started on the movie, but it was hilarious.  So it was worth it.

Now I want to get some Twittagra.

***

I'm all sweaty and stanky from working out in the garage on the bikes.

"Wild and Young", by American Bang is playing.

I'm relaxing on my porch, watching all the world's assholes go by.

And there's some JB in my high ball, and a stogie is lit.

Today was a day of being touched, poked, and prodded.  Just like Wednesday.  

And the big announcement?  I am being checked out for cancer.  But I doubt I have that, so hopefully nobody gets all worried.

I have some serious lumps on my body.  Some started back in my teens, but within the last year I have had four more pop up.  They just keep getting bigger, and they have begun to hurt.  So I went in to have them looked at, and the doctor has some concerns.

What, does he think I'm that much of a wimp that I'd give in to cancer?  Not likely, y'all.

I'm supposed to be contacted soon about the cancer status.  I guess it shows up in your blood or something.  I don't know.  Even if it doesn't show up in my blood, I guess there's a chance I could still have it when they pull one of them lumps off and test it.  So we'll see.

I have another appointment to go over the rest of the blood test results on the 11th.

I will be seeing a surgeon soon, to schedule some serious lumpage removal.  How about that for a fun day out?  Try not to envy me.

If it is the big C, then it's just another way that life sucks.  But I'd kick it's ass all over the place, so it doesn't want to mess with me.

I plan on being around long enough to at least say I made it to Alaska.  Or annoy a few more people.  Whichever comes first.

I suppose I'll post any updates as they come.  Until then, my man JB and I are hanging out for the night.

This is the life.  Sure, it's full of pain.  But some nights you can get past all the regret, the fear, and just enjoy breathing in the smog and hearing the noise.

***  

Maniacs

Another week of acting like maniacs.

Wildman lost his mojo, I gained my confidence back, Bruce said his girlfriend will never bring another girl to meet me (mainly because I'm an asshole enough to inform a girl that it just ain't happening), and Mike S. told me his theory on women in general.

Al told me that he thought I was very nice to the girl.

Which proves I was an asshole.

Not a bad time out, though.  Beer, sun, good company that insults you like you want to be, and the ability to act a fool and not really be acting.

Then we went to Hibachi.

Not bad food, but man it took forever.

On top of that, the cook didn't get all crazy with the food like they normally do.

But it was nice to talk about things.

Life.  Love.  Happiness.  The things we do wrong in life, and the things we have been proud of.

I have way more to be proud of than not.  I'm going to keep that in mind from now on.

Oh, and I also caught a shrimp in my mouth that was thrown by the cook because I rock like that.

***

The Worst Crime

This is one of the most beautiful girls you could ever have laid eyes on.

A 22 year old suspect that was taken in by the local police confessed and led them to her body.

Evidently he had broken into her family's home, and decided to kidnap her.

He carried her something like three blocks to a secluded set of train tracks.

He then raped, beat, and killed her.

Her body was dumped right behind where I work.

She was two years old.

I can't believe it.  Why would somebody do this?

It's so difficult to put these feelings into words.

Her family is understandably devastated.  For the first time in months, I actually prayed.

I hope her family heals.  And I hope the man that did this suffers.

I hope he suffers long and hard.  An inhuman amount of suffering.

Followed by his death.

I keep thinking of the little girl I love more than anyone on this planet.

I hope this new guy treats her well.

But it's no longer my business.

That's the hardest part.

Life turns on you fast.

And things like this can happen to anyone.  It's the worst crime possible, and the pain it caused will probably last for the rest of the entire family's lives.

Take care of your families.  Because they are worth more than anything else.

***

The Point

The four of us went to Cedar Point for the day, and it was great!

We all waited for over an hour to ride the Millennium Force, but they ended up announcing that it was down for repair.  So the best coaster of the day ended up being a tie between the Raptor and the Top Thrill.

My favorite ride overall was the carousel though, because I am a wimp.

OK, I'm kidding.

It was perfect weather.  I ended up with a sun burn, but it's all good.

Phillie and I were the only two that never slowed down.  I guess we just rocked like that.

Above is a pic of me and my boy Snoopy.

He was grabbing my tookis.

I have to say I liked it.

I rode home with Phillie.  We talked about everything from our families to our friends to high school memories.

I only remember being a jerk in high school, but I guess she remembered it differently.

On the way to dropping me off, I showed where I lived before leaving Warren.  The house is looking great.

Overall, it was the best time I've had in a while.

The only rough spot was getting to my mom's place so late, and still having to drive back to Erie.

Oh, and my pants were still wet when I got home.

Eew.

***

Horseshoe

This place has been iconic since well before I was born.

One of the best places to go to.

Thanks for a nice night, Vince.

***