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Flea 1993

Flea 1994

Flea 1993

Flea and Me - 1994

RIP FLEA 1993-2007

My dog Flea died in my arms on Sunday on the way back from a trip to my family's cottage. He was only five pounds but he wouldn't take shit from anybody. Try to pet him when he was resting and he just might bite you for your troubles. Yeah, he was ornery at times but I loved the little guy. He was nearly fifteen when he died and with me all my adult life. When I was reading in my bed at night he'd walk up and sit on my open book and lick my face. I'll miss him always...

My story, Private Craps Shooter at Dawn, is on the new issue (15) of Thuglit.com. Check it out when you have time...

Image from Wikipedia
Read this article: Where are all the bees going?

Evidently we have something other than global warming to worry about and it is SERIOUS. It is called Colony Collapse disorder. Be afraid. Be very afraid...

Albert Einstein. "If the bee disappeared off the surface of the globe, then man would only have four years left to live.'

H. L. Mencken, who wrote in The American Mercury for April 1924 that the aim of public education is not

to fill the young of the species with knowledge and awaken their intelligence. . . . Nothing could be further from the truth. The aim.. . is simply to reduce as many individuals as possible to the same safe level, to breed and train a standardized citizenry, to put down dissent and originality. That is its aim in the United States . . . and that is its aim everywhere else.

From the article Against School by John Taylor Gatto.

Evidently Americans eat 100 acres of pizza a day or 350 slices per second (can anyone say Obesity problem?). If all the pizza in America was saved up for a month I could go out in the ocean and build a pizza island and be king. I of course would have to hire a navy to keep hungry people from eating my island.

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Kurt Vonnegut
November 11, 1922 - April 11, 2007
Damn, another great one gone...

You never know when your number is up, when the fat lady is going to grab you by the balls and make you sing that last swirling high note for her. This thought might make some decide to take up rock climbing, hang gliding or BASE jumping, to really, in their minds, start LIVING. I’m not advocating living your life like some sort of goddamn kamikaze. What I’m trying to say is that you just never know and that maybe it doesn’t hurt to be prepared. That’s why I concentrate on fending off death. I don’t go dancing crazily about and acting like some damn fool trying to live a life that would make me uncomfortable because the truth is everyone is WATCHING and they think you look like a huge ass pirouetting under that disco ball. I carry my roscoe, my Mom’s brass knuckles and an attitude forged from my life on the streets. Go ahead, laugh, be a dove and shove a posy at me but when that bad man comes in the darkest hour with his fists full of sharpened steel I’ll be ready to smash his teeth in and you, you’ll probably be dead.
--Private Detective Burma Ludlow

I have a question for you. I'm doing a little research for my next book and I was wondering what books you read that you couldn't put down. You know the page turners that keep you up half the night? I think I have the main character nailed down that I want to use but my plot needs beefing up. Thanks...

I'm sure you read about the 20 year old that got arrested for trying to have sex with a dead deer. Evidently he was also arrested for killing a horse and trying to have sex with it too. I think its fair to say he has a few cognitive screws loose. Can you imagine the problem this guy is going to have getting a job when he gets older? Employers will ask why he has a record, he'll blush, and tell them and they'll say they will call him back but they NEVER will. And what if he does get a job-- somehow his animal loving past isn't exposed--and the employer invites him to a socail gathering and he brings a horse dressed in a skimpy evenning gown? This just can't turn out good...

Sorry, Tagboard had to go. They allow spamming and it was just getting on my nerves too damn much. Do they really think anyone is going to pay attention to those stupid ads? Do they really think I want herbal Viagra or car loan from some shyster at 39% interest? I know they have to make money but it was just getting too sleazy.

Sometimes it hits you. I've had enough, you say to yourself. It's time to walk away while I still have all my teeth. It's been a good run and good writing experience but I think my days as a bouncer are numbered. I have too many other things going on and the late nights are starting to take a toll. Oh, and golfing season is rapidly approaching. I need my practice time...

I want to make a truce with the snow and ice. The terms of the agreement will be as such:

1. Snow and Ice may only come during the work week to optimize days off work. 2. Snow and Ice must vacate said state (in this case Pennsylvania) by no later than February 28^th 3. Snow and Ice will coax mother nature to hasten the golf season to begin in March and I will not shovel or salt either in the month of February 4. If snow and Ice terminate any portion of this contract they will cease to exist until further notice…

This guy’s nose is all bashed in. Some roided up dude smashed him a good. I’m sure they were both being assholes. Alcohol does this to people...actually, it makes assholes bigger assholes.

I say to him, “You can’t come back in. You fight and you’re out.”

He tries to push past me. I put my hands out and stop him.

“I know, I know, you don’t care,” he says. He’s drunk, way too drunk to be out in public.

“Caring has nothing to do with it,” I say, “I don’t want you bleeding on me.”

I go back inside and the door shuts behind me.

I've been neglecting the old blog as of late. There are several reasons for the drop off in posts. I've been working on and just completed another Burma Ludlow story which I'm going to submitt for publication. I'm also developing a book with him as the lead character. There's also the matter of me studying for the second part of my CSCS certification. I can't wait until that is over...

I have a story up on the online magazine Thug Lit. It is issue 11. Check it out when you have time.