All you have, I gave you.

All you are, I made you. 

All you've done, I pushed you.

All you've ever won, you owe to me.

All you've seen, I showed you.

All you've heard, I told you.

All you've learned, I taught you. 

And all you want you beg for,

ON YOUR KNEES!

All your pain, you caused it.

All your heart, you lost it.

All your soul, you sold it.

All your bridges burned beyond repair.

All your words, you'll swallow.

All your threats, so hollow.

All your faith, untested.

All your squandered life,

YOU'LL NEVER LEARN.

Bums

Shelley took this one.

And I took this one.

Breath of fresh air.

To Do List.

First Snow Flurry

Going for the Juan in a Million "Don Juan" look- I think I got close. Not working bacon into it made the taste discernably different.

Looks like the holidays came early! Black Tusk and King Cobra, that's just a good time. Landon, don't get too J, dude!

Skateboarder, Ryan Smith

Do you feel like a person really has to pay their dues before truly understanding the concept of, "every day above the dirt is a good one?"

No. I feel there are some people that are born with humility and are thankful for everything in life and for each day. Paying dues in that sense sounds like an ego thing. I mean, almost dying because you were loaded certainly does not make you more entitled to appreciate life more by having a catchphrase.

Having gone through some personal trials and tribulations yourself, what kind of advice do you have for people that might be feeling sorry for themselves?

Stop thinking of yourself and help another human. Surprising how that feeling will melt away. 

Do a Bunnyhop, yo!

Grocery shopping- Shelley walking hard.

"...before you break my heart!" Love that song.

Came across a bike guide book from the 1980's in an antique shop. It was full of rad images.

Like this one. Dude is roasting it. Notice the Critical Mass shirt- pretty dope! And the stem-bar fusion underneath the triangle handlebars- pretty doper!

 

Those bikes look so streamlined- so good. U.S.A all the way! Also, I'm growing a mustache now, dude third from the front is really inspiring me.

Hampden from a second-story window. 

"Lift me if you're over 18." Even at 23 I'm still bashful. Didn't lift it.

The infamous black and white cookie. Ever since that Seinfeld episode I've wanted one in my life really badly. Bought a package of ten, got really ripped off, but I couldn't help it. They taste great.

A Conversation

(The prized, no, cherished mug slips off of the lathe and goes crashing to the floor, breaking into 1.5 million pieces and spilling its (full) contents all over the shop floor)

Mark: What happened?! Oh man, your mug! Kevin, why'd you do it?!
Kevin: I didn't do s***! I'm way the hell over here!
Mark: (Staring at Dan, like a twelve year-old with a secret his mother forced him to keep. He's practically jumping up and down, he's so excited.) Oh man, Dan is so pissed! Dan, how pissed are you?! He's acting like he's not, but he is! I mean, that's your mug, dude!
Dan: Whatever, dude. I have ten more at home, they are from the brewery. I got plenty while I was there.
Mark: Dude! You never offered me one. Now I'm pissed!
Dan: You're mad?!
Mark: Mad as hell!

Yes, these guys are in their upper thirties. Yes, they say "dude", "man", "no doubt" and "fully" many, many times a day. Yes, they followed (as in a van, with copious amounts of drugs) the Grateful Dead for an entire year on tour back in the day. Yes, they make me double over with laughter every day. Side-splitting, truly hurting laughter. It's like they are both five and I am the day-care supervisor.

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Mark: Damn, Dan. I don't know how you keep drinking all that coffee so late in the day.
Dan: Really, Mark? Well I don't know how you drink all that whiskey in the bathroom everyday, with your porn mag in one hand your meatball sub in the other.
Mark: Skillfully, dude. Very skillfully.