The Fence

I'll be seeing Mr. Banker man tomorrow about a loan. I've got a helter-skelter of a business plan and my financial statement is just a handful of small digits. My rent is payed up till April. If I don't get it together by then I guess it'll be squirrels, rabbits, and mulberries for me. That really doesn't sound too bad, actually! I'm glad I purchased that blowgun the other day. It may come handy in the future.

Well, if it doesn't work out, I guess I'll liquidate my vast estate of a beat-up truck, a piece-o-crap PC, a DVD/VCR player, and a few other little items. I'll take that princely sum and pedal my ass west.
That would be a Hell of a ride. Pedaling and camping the whole way. Zapping rabbits and prarie dogs with the blowgun for food. Man, that's the life. I could carve little whistles outa wood and sell them on the roadside for a quarter.

Now that's escapism!

Whore Thief!

Alright, everybody, if you see a girl named CHRISTINE DELAHART be sure to slap her for me. Then tell her D wants his forty bucks. Sneaky bitch. Jeez, I tell ya, you do some cokehead bitch a favor and what does she turn around and do? Rips ya off! Yeah, yeah, I know...Big surprise. Hey, I was lulled by the big fake tits into a state of denial. I LIKE fake tits. Everyone badmouths 'em but not me, brother. You leave 'em, I'll retrieve 'em.
Yeah, so she lifted forty bucks outa my wallet. Made me look pretty stupid when I was trying to order beer last night after fencing class. She'll get hers, that fucking whore.

Anydoo, that's really as exciting as it gets for now. I'm trying to get ahold of a banker to yakety yak about my business loan; other than that I don't feel much like typing, so...

Tundra of Blades

Had a great time in cloudy, drizzly Topeka at the German longsword seminar. Our hosts, the Finleys, were great. They let us stay at their big, old, really cool house and put up with our (my) nonsense. Christian Tobler, the instructor running the seminar, was outstanding. He really knows his stuff and taught in a way that even I could understand. Now listen, bitches. I'm not talking about a bunch of jackasses with rattan sticks covered in foam rubber bouting according to rules designed to protect them from themselves. I'm talking about the real martial art with real weapons. This is the shit people used to kill each other with back in the day. The really deal, neegro. Ugly stuff expressed in a graceful dance of death.

I won't go into details of the trip like the flat tire or the cool liquor store or all the weird martial arts movie characters present at the seminar. After two days of intensity, I'm glad to be back.

Kansas is like loneliness itself. A landscape of stark beauty.

Getting Set To Go

Now it's 6:30-ish am the next day and, oh, what a difference it makes. I've signed a contract for an industrial building to become my shop/living quarters and it only put me or, as I should say, Trapezoid Limited co. $79,500 for 4,000 square feet. Mine. Buying it. AAAAAAAAllllll me.

To celebrate, I went to Caz's for a coupla pitchers. I saw familiar faces but no one I really knew well enough to talk to. I just sat in the corner booth swillin' and doodlin' in my notebook. I came home and crashed out and now here I am awake again.

I gotta lotta shit to do but for now, I'm goin' back ta' bed.

Good mornin', my bitches.

Strugglemancy

Another all-nighter. Here it is, 6:30-ish am and I'm not even close to tired.

during my post-midnight run to the convenience store for a snack, the lights in the parking lot I usually cut through where off. As a result I careened straight into the curb at 90 degrees, sending me half over my handlebars and to the pavement. I sat there in the inky night for a second making sure everything wiggled correctly then wheeled over to a light post not on strike. My right elbow was/is scraped nicely, my right shoulder feels like it's been doing push-ups all day, and my right knee looks like a baby shark took a piece. Weird. The right leg of the BDU trousers I was wearing is intact, yet the left leg has a blow-out.
My bike has a little damage as well, but is still rideable.

Today at four I'm supposed to go look at a building for my enterprise. All I can think about right now is getting to the bank when it opens so I can get some money for breakfast.

Right now the sky is that dark shade of cobalt I love so much. It looks almost like the water when you're far out to sea. Hard to believe water that blue is that salty.

Adventures in the mundane. See? I don't just talk it, I live it.

Twilight In the Grotto

I've been taking pictures during my wanderings at night but, since PC stands for "piece of crap", the software for my camera is far too challenging for this shit-box computer.

The combination of the odd hours I keep, the B sci-fi, and an overactive imagination is putting me back on a track I haven't been on in a loooong time. It feels good.

Ok, is it heavy, dark philosophy time? I THINK IT IS!
Here are some cute little things taken straight from LaVey's "The Devil's Notebook":

DUCK-BILLED PLATITUDES

~The rich get richer and the poor get poorer.

The rich do get richer, but the poor, having little or nothing to lose,

can only get richer. If diligence will not do it, then charity will.

~The best things in life are free.

They may be free for you, but somebody else is paying for them.

~There is no substitute for hard work.

If you are what others expect of you, it matters not

how much or how little you do.

Good stuff, eh, bitches?

Pushed

Yes, times, they is-a changin'. The ol' Brookside Bar just aint the same since they reopened in their new location. It's become the sequel to Empire Bar down the road. Full of goddamn kids. Stupid cunts who don't know any of their holes from a hole in the ground. Twenty-something punks who think they've got it all to prove to everyone. Latent homo jocks who have to rub their balls on yer leg at the bar under the pretext of trying to order a pitcher they'll drink straight out of.
Looks like Caz's is the last refuge of the truly mad. Haven't been there since New Year's. I guess it's time to make 'em regular.

Comes The Dawn

The form is in the mail. Soon I shall have a company on my hands. Trapezoid Ltd. co.
That means I am now jumped in with the deep doodoo game. My guts are full of bats. Holy shit. I'm actualy about to live it! This is going to suck/rock!

Now I gotta work on the biz loan, so if you'll excuse me...

Morning Goose Egg Rainy Sex omelet

Here it is 5:20am Friday morning. Can't sleep at all.

Had another good bouting session last night. Only this time with the longswords. One of the newer students goose-egged my left arm pretty well. That guys is really kicking ass at longsword. Yeah, yeah, boring stuff.

I wish it were warmer and raining. A girl mentioned sex in the rain and now that's all I've been thinking about. Damnit! Must....concentrate.....on.....budget.....for.....busin-SEX IN THE RAIN. Damn.

Lost like some cause, am I.

Destiny, like shit, happens.

Buicks on Venus

Had a good session of bouting with the blades tonight. I even did pretty well fighting with a dagger along with a sword. Later this month I and some other students along with a couple of instructors are heading to Topeka for a Longsword seminar. I'm sure it'll be quite atrip. (Famous last words.)

Right now I'm staying up at all hours and sleeping through much of the daylight. I won't have my forms ready until Monday to turn into the state for permission to form my company so until then I'm going over some bla, blah, blah and watching cheesy sci-fi on DVD.

Damn, it's too late to get any beer. Nothing puts on the drowsy like beer and "Hercules Against The Moon Men".
Alright, now I'm just rambling.
Go to sleep, bitches!

Fog Riding

One of my fencing teachers, who is in the National Guard, has been sent to some leadership training course to become a noncom. This can only mean they are gearing up to send him off to the front. When he does go, I hope he doesn't come back in a box. One that's a head too short.

Hippo Meat is at a stand-still. I'm too busy trying to get my art metal company off the ground. An interesting process, starting a company. One learns about business law, politics, forms, forms, forms, and how the rich get richer. Rockin'. I've finally stumbled into my own. I'm sure I'll find some way to screw it up. That's OK, I can always regroup and try again if I fuck this one to tears.

I've been getting on the bike again a little more frequently. The weather's been too nasty of late but I just had to get out and ride. Usualy around midnight or so. I just can't figure out the attraction I have for that lonely feeling of a city street at midnight. I just love that shit.

Well, back to work, my bitches!