Snapping Necks // Cashing Checks

The next post won't be for a couple of weeks. So, for my five or so viewers- hold tight. Moving everything into the new apartment and it's proving more difficult than I thought it would. Internet and TV won't be running in that mufucka for a minute or so. There it is. I hope fools dig on the place.

What can I say? It's becoming interesting. Some days I get home feeling lost, and I just stay lost for the rest of the night, not doing shit. Other than reading. Reading a lot. And then I wake up and go to work.

Work has been GOOD lately, I will say that. Today, after a banner lunch, I walk to the back of the shop and as I close in on my post I hear a loud, "Pssst!", out of nowhere. I looked around. It was Kyle. He had climbed all the way into the vertical turning lathe, hidden from the world. He poked his head just above the lip of the giant machine, grabbed the door handle with his left arm, and, while slowly pulling it shut, whispered, "See you at five 0'clock." It was fucking hilarious.

But anyway, some days I get home with no drive to do anything, so I don't. Can't fight it.

Other days, though, I get home and energy is fucking high. Fever pitch. Like today. Maybe it's because the homie has got a show tonight. Maybe it's because I don't have work tomorrow and I'm gonna crush on some angry sodas. It's Friday, could be that simple. I don't think it is, though. I don't know. Feels good.

I try to tip-toe through the lows, but I bear-hug the highs and throw them into the pool with me! Literally. Just ask Landon, dude's foot still might not be right. Sorry, man.

Butz. Butts.

GC- 161. The Secret of the Ooze. (Giggle).

...a refrigerator.

Pop. The. Popcorn. Make. The. Right. Call.







That's the biggest selling event of the year. You've only been here for two months! Not gonna happen. Wait, why do you want this so badly?

Because I wanna make bank, bro! Because I wanna...get ass. Look, I'm ready- I can do this!

And...and...this is it, Everyone. Tonight's jam. When the drums come in...Jesus! Turnitup! Bear-hug that shit!  FUCKING SEE YOU OUT THERE!

 Ubiquitous, compelling too,

We cling to you like crazy-glue

And inject such a potent seed

It's best for all humanity!

 The spread of culture

The sword of progress

The vector of suffrage

A warm and septic breeze.

The pomp and elation

The duty and vocation

The blood of the hybrid

It's just a recipe!

 

White Denim.

"I mean, you worked on this video for years... and all of your teammates worked on this video for years, and the company is throwing this premiere to celebrate the video and everyone who was a part of it. 

So he showed up, watched his part... and then he left. Didn't say hello, didn't hang out with the team. Just watched his part and fucking left. You don't do that, you just... don't. It's disrespectful. If you're gonna act like that, just don't even bother coming. I mean, he should have just stayed home.

I wrote him off after that. I stopped talking to him, stopped trying to make an effort to skate with him, and basically just started to hate the guy. That's the kind of person I am- if you piss me off, if you upset me, I'm not gonna just walk up to you and tell you you're pissing me off, or even that you're fucking up. I'm just gonna keep it all inside, bottle it up, and eventually I'm just gonna hate you."
 

Guilty pleasures.

The Cline

Odessa played Walter's last night. But they started the show differently. The dudes got up on stage and sound-checked, then they had the technician kill the lights. As Pete, Mark and Landon stood up there in the dark, Patsy Cline's Crazy began to pour out of the sound system. At high volume.

Everyone dug the shit out of it! Brian, Andrew, and several others started singing along. The song kept going. I turned to Sylvester and asked him, "Are they gonna let the whole thing play out before they start?" He said, "Man, I hope so." They did. Right as Patsy finished, Odessa started. Juxtaposition. I think it worked perfectly.

Worry

Why do I let myself worry?

Wondering

What in the world did I do?

Crazy...

dirty Words. and Heroin.

I was riding home from the Fuchs-Family-Christmas with my sister and the folks. This came on my momma's satellite radio. It was a country station. And I was like, "Whoa". Somebody tried to change it but I asked them to change it back. Nicely, I hope.

Ancient VVisdom

Read this one a while back, borrowed it from a friend. It has become one of my favorite reads of all time. There is one quote in it, in particular, that blew my mind. Tried to find it, spent thirty minutes looking for it. No dice. It was something like, "Get it out of the way when you're young. If you don't experience it until you're older, it may kill you when you do." Now, I can't tell you what "it" is, because it would seem trite, not being my words. All I can tell you is I agree completely.

-Miss quoted, but it's Wells Tower

How do I avoid being short with those I love and respect? How do I try to make people feel good about what they are doing for and with me? How can I respect others' tastes while retaining my own? This is the knowledge I am searching for. I can remember so many times in my life when I have hurt others and hurt myself. I really need to find a way to change those patterns for good.

-Neil Young

It is easy, when you are young, to believe that what you desire is no less than what you deserve, to assume that if you want something badly enough, it is your God-given right to have it. 

-Jon Krakauer

Check your tool positioning, set your workshift, and remember - perfection is unattainable.

-Kyle V. Fuchs

Abnormal Swimming

...the season seems to allow for some heightened reflection upon the past. It magnifies that reflection. Friends lost, relationships failed, broken hearts- maybe a combination of all of these. It can be a low down, lonesome time of year...

...keep those that you care about close. Keep an eye on the ones you love. Even with all the bullshit that comes with Xmas, flying by all the lights and smelling that fresh-cut tree scent is not that bad. Make it through it. Don't waste your time on petty shit. Look down the road and give it some gas. RIDE INTO IT. 

 -Max Schaaf

Waterworks.

A person needs to use blinkers while driving. If you don't use blinkers- while other drivers are in your direct vicinity- I hate you. I hope something bad happens to you. Not terrible. But pretty bad. You don't care about me, so...I don't give a shit about you. A person needs to use blinkers.

I like to listen to my music at a loud volume, including when I'm in the car. Always have. I have noticed that it's starting to take its toll, though. Just don't hear as well as I used to. So I don't listen to my music at high volume all of the time. Just some of the time. Moderation. Oscar Wilde.

The conflict occurs when you don't make the light. While you're taking it easy on the ears.

 On days, or hours, or lunch breaks, when you've decided not to bump jamz at an excessive level, you have to listen to your blinker as it interrupts the music you're listening to. Irritating.

When you don't make the light, and an epic jam comes on...like the one above...do the right thing. You have to use your blinker- or I'll hate you. And you have to turn the volume up. So far up that you can't hear the blinker. So far up you can't even remember the blinker is on. No worries, blinkers turn themselves off these days.

Nothing like rearranging your guts with some bass- while respecting the existence of others. Nothing fucking like it.