"We do sell this, you know!" I didn't know, if you knew that..."

Not just Hitler's birthday, but this lovely lady's as well. Happy birthday, Scar.

Happy 4/20, errybody. Have fun...and turn it up.

No Grave but the Sea

A pirate ship in Baltimore's Inner Harbor! Manned by little dudes and dudettes from the city. They screamed "ARRRGHH!" and tried to blast us landlubbers with water guns. I was so f***ing jealous.

"Ah! It is a fine death for a sailor!" said Captain Nemo, at last. "A coral tomb makes a quiet grave; and I trust that I and my comrades will find no other."

Reading it. Digging it. 

Who Will Save You Now?

Care to explain some of the songs? Why choose this to write about?

"The bleak outlook is the way it is because I've never seen a point in writing songs about how happy you are. Happiness has always made less of an impression than sadness. All that sappy, positive shit is for people who don't realize that none of this will matter in a hundred years. You have to be truly great or seriously fucked up to make a name in human history. We understand that we will die without having made any lasting impact on the world and it's time for others to realize the same. That's what we write about, because it is relevant to us. We know that we have nothing to offer society and that's fine, because we don't like society as a whole. I wouldn't say that our outlook is evil, satanic or even negative, it's just realistic."
 

"...as a baked potato!"

Ewww. Ewwww ewwww ewwww.

Mark, this one's for you. "A horse is a horse." "Of course." "Of course!"

Carving the 5

Just when I think this blog couldn't get any more f***ing boring, life gives me something to spice it up. Tripped at work today plugging up a disk. Luckily, I broke my fall with a fresh trimming bit. Five stitches in my left forearm. Gross pics to follow when I can remove the bandage. So how am I coping? Well, I'm gonna watch Bruno and...

...drink a lot of cheap beer. Sega!

The Truth

"I know I've paid a terrible price for my freedom. I've learned the hard way that to understand my heart is to understand the evil that lurks inside. I can't hide behind religious traditions and superficial heroes. It's impossible to be delivered from man's constant inhumanity to man. As a warrior, you've got to know pain and sadness alongside joy and solitude. It is to those who long to ride- forever free- that I write these words...and the Angels shall be Kings!"

Ride or Die.

Sweet Cocaine

"The prospects who stole the bike didn't know whom it belonged to. The guys who told them to steal it probably knew it was mine. I had the registration by the back license plate in a clear round glass tube. The guys tearing it down for parts that night had everything unbolted, but when they got to the registration holder, they knew they were in deep, deep shit. Rather than return 'Sweet Cocaine', they dumped it into the Oakland Estuary. 

We rounded up everyone who was responsible, tied them up, and took them over to my house on Golf Links Road. Sharon was supposed to keep an eye on them, but it was a good thing we tied them up because it was so late at night that Sharon kept falling asleep clutching her gun. Every half hour or so, the front door would open and another accomplice was tossed into the living room. When we found the last guy the punishment began. One at a time we bullwhipped them and beat them with spiked dog collars, broke their fingers with ball peen hammers. One of them screamed at us, 'Why don't you just kill us and get it over with?!'. Then we took their motorcycles, sold them, and disbanded their club. Moral of the story- don't get caught stealing a Hell's Angel's bike. Especially if it's the president's." 

F*** Yes.