I'm growing a beard

I’m growing a beard. I haven’t shaved in over a week. If you saw me on the street you might have to do a double take to recognize me. Soon, the me as you know as me will be obscured behind my beard and I will sink into anonymity. I will watch you much as a peeping tom does from behind a row of American Arborvitae and you’ll never know I was there.

Get out of my world

It’s good to distract with the little things, with the big things, with anything so you don’t notice the bad things. You see the bullshit is getting to me again—the liars, the cheats, the scum. I’m thinking of starting my own world but first I need a good planet. I can’t pay cash but I will mortgage it against my house. I will search the classifieds today and tomorrow and the next day until I find a nice used one at a good price and when I do I will set about fixing it up. I will tear down the old infrastructure, murderer the greedy, castrate the heartless and scrub the skies of pollution. I will build the city with books and ban televisions from airing “Reality TV” and movies based on cartoons from the 70’s. I will ask people to think, to be kind, to not swerve in front of me in their hydrogen powered car because if you do I will send you right back to this hell hole.

For quite some time I lacked the motivation to continue my blog. I feel like I need the outlet again though and am going to try to post regularly. There was just so much other crap going on but then that’s just what it is CRAP and I let it take up my time. So, starting now I’m taking back my blog and my life and I'm kicking my addictions to toaster pastries, Internet porn, opiates, reality TV, chewing tobacco and fried chicken. Thank-you, you’ve been most kind listening to my rant. Take care and remember you’re never alone if you have a split personality…

Burma 13 Weeks

Burma 13 weeks

This is my new puppy Burma. Named after my Burma Ludlow character.

All is well. Of course the little psycho denied making threats when the police called. He'd better stay away from this office...

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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...