Spicy!

I wish I had time to tell the story behind this photo. Needless to say it involves a Party Time showin San Diego on saturday, Jager-blasters on sunday, naked hot-springs somewhere in the desert, waking up in this old hot sauce factory in Tucson, Arizona, a southwest flight back to S.D. on monday, and a lot of apologizing to my boss.

Eurodrawers

Was in Saas Fee, Switzerland with the Nitro Snowboards crew when I went into the bathroom to find these staring at me. What is the deal with the Euros and their contouring underdrawers? They seem so uncomfortable with the package harness in the front and the extra-wide thong thing in the back... And why the hell are they just kickin' it on the towel rack in a public bathroom?

God Damn "Man," Trying To Hold Me Down

Been dealing with hospital bills all day. Trying to get the finacial assistance that the hospital offers. But seeing as I haven't had a "real job" in the last six months there is going to be rough seas ahead. My plan is to tell them either A) They pay up or B) They don't see one red cent. Seeing as right now, with my 28% discount, my bill is creeping on thirteen g's there is a doughnuts chance at a fat camp that I am going to pay them. But hey, I get why we have no healthcare, how we suppose to pay Halliburton all that money? And! We might have make big corparations pay taxes. What's next? Presidential responsibility? I think not.

Waiting For That Creative Train

Haven't been much on the writing lately. Been trying to spend less time here on the porn box and more time in the real world. Soon as I get a good story, you'll be the first to hear about it.

Beers: Crushed

...Small Hands, Smell Like Cabbage...

I Love me some carnival. Don't give a rat's ass about the rides but the midway is my jam. Squirting water in the clowns mouth, the shooting gallery (I love shooting that piano player), the ring toss, trying to shoot the star out, all that shit. Going to have and head to Oaks Park one of these days. Man I Love summer...

Bangover

Softball Season

Going on season two as right fielder for The Slammer Tavern. Every Sunday for the next twelve weeks it will be a full day of crushing cold golds, dropping fly balls, telling shitty jokes, then going back to the Slammer and tearing the roof off. Can't fucking wait.

To both the people that read this:

Been a while since I put anything new up. Sorry. It's just been too nice out to feel good about staring at a computer. I am going to try to be better this week, I promise. Besides the weather, ain't nothing new. Gotta go, today is the first softball game of the season. Man, this post is boring.

Thinking About Summer

Growing up in the northwest I am pretty numb to the winter months. The rain, the grey—they don't get to me. In fact, I kind of welcome them. I like to not feel bad about lying around for a day or two, working on my bed sores and my TV tan without feeling guilty for wasting a few days. But this winter really kicked me right in the ball-bag. I couldn't tell you why. Just did. So the last few day of sun have been welcomed with open arms. Spent most of the day yesterday just lying in the park soaking up the U.V.'s.
I can't wait to bitch about how hot it is. Bring on the melanomas!

The Poet

Great hat, better man. The hat says "Don't cry girls, I'll be right back." The man under it, is the one and only Ken Blankenstien.