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11/25/10 Simpler To Turn Out The Lights
"Is this the only poxey beer you've got?" Mark Perry Hey Well, no poxey beer for Bill or any other kind for that matter. Incredibly, I'm still on the wagon- six weeks yesterday (Tuesday) and counting. I did drink two Sierra Nevada seasonal pale ales that Ron had kindly brought after yoga Tuesday before last but I see that as more pain medication cos my right knee was absolutely on fire. Something I've noticed being sober oh these many days is that all that alcohol was serving as a physical as well as mental anasthesia cos I'm telling you, now that I'm not pixilated 24/7, pretty much head to toe I fucking hurt. My right knee is far and away the worst offender- it was so
swollen after last yoga session I could hardly walk the next day and
yoga should not be hard on my knees and it's not, it these damn
fucked up knees that are hard on my knees. I hate it. Shit that
never hurt before- my neck, my ankles, my wrists- I mean, what the
fuck?- now hurt me whenever I work out. Getting away some from the
free weights cos I'm about half scared anymore something will-
started to say unexpectedly, more like just suddenly- go out on me
and I'll end up dropping a bunch of weights on my already cracked
skull. Been doing a lot of yoga inspred body weight work instead-
high plank to low plank to high plank to side plank and repeat with
the other side which is a serious strength work out, some days my
knees hold up, others they don't. But I would strongly recommend
yoga to any of you out there unfamiliar with it, my flexbility,
though still nothing to write Rodney Yee about, has increased
dramatically since I started.
The holiday season is here. Not much I can say I haven't said in here the past nine- yeah, nine- holiday seasons. This makes the tenth season since Loretta and I split up. I guess it gets easier. I still hate it with all my black heart. The girls are spending Thanksgiving with Loretta and Paul, Sarah and Rob down for the day, Rachel already living there. Talked to them briefly tonight but they were in some bar (Rachel now being since last Wednesday legal at 21 as if my mind needed more boggling) so I didn't keep them long. Spoke to Rachel at length last week, she called for the first time since April. She's getting tired of restaraunt work which is understandable even though she's doing well there, one of only two people with keys to the safe- (REALLY?) Absolutely not. Loretta is pressuring her to go back to school which Rachel is resisting- what part of RACHEL DOESN'T WANT TO GO TO COLLEGE Loretta isn't getting is beyond me- so things are getting a bit tense there in College Park. Rachel's thinking about joining the Coast Guard which sounds fine to me. Loretta is being her typically supportive self by telling Rachel she could never cut it in the Coast Guard and it's a stupid idea. But Rachel would still rather live there. Although when I look around here I guess I can understand that. I told Rachie she needs to get a job on one of those CG speed boats like the one interrupted the fall boat trip a few years back, manning the machine gun, she came back with "Isn't there some Federal regulation that says Bitners aren't allowed around machine guns?" Only in case of alien invasion, actually. (WE CAN ALWAYS HOPE) Right now the Martians landing would make my fucking day. Rachel says she's going to try and come in sometime next month. Would certainly love to have that happen. Not to sound to cynical, but I'll believe it when I see it. My mother continues to drive me absolutely out of my fucking mind. All I'm saying.
(AND YOU WEREN'T EVEN SMOKING ONE, RIGHT?) No, I was, but still. Do those children not realize they're playing with fire? (A BETTER METAPHOR MIGHT BE A LOADED GUN) Spare me your better metaphors. What I need is for those girls to leave us alone. Since the cigar incident I only walk Cooper early in the day before they get home from school or late at night after what I figure is their bedtime and so far we've missed them. You can see I'm doing my best to avoid temptation here Jesus, speak up for me at the trial, okay? Scarefest this year was pretty much a bust. No sex, drugs or rock and roll. I did see Candy, got another hug, but she's lost a lot of weight and it doesn't look good on her though she apparently thinks it does and is happy about it. Trust me, she was in no way overweight two years ago (or last year for that matter when it was only look but no touch) she looked great, now she's lost a lot of both her tits and ass. And I liked her tits and ass. If she's happy I'm happy for her I guess. But I liked her better with curves. No beer- went in the Rupp bar, they no longer have Honker on tap, figured that was someone telling me stay sober a little longer so I turned and walked out leaving an unescorted honey at the bar who looked like she was just waiting for some kind soul to buy her a drink. I hope she found one cos at for at least that day, it wasn't me. Couldn't get into the vendors- once again TOO MUCH Real Ghostbusters shit, those people are crazy fools- (I PITY THEM)
(UNLESS SHE'D ACTUALLY LOVED YA, SWEETHEART) Well, yeah. Also hung out some with George "The Animal" Steele and had a great time talking old WWWF days with him though now that he's found Jesus he won't talk shit about anyone. He also called me and Logan up during his Q and A thing to help him demonstrate some shit- George- Damn, you're strong. Adrienne and George were a lot of fun and both very much personable just plain folks, but overall- meh. Probably been to my last Scarefest. Out of the proverbial nowhere got invited by Jennifer- I forget which number, the one from this time last year- to her birthday party the other night, the 23rd (also my Dad's birthday, miss his crazy ass every day). Wasn't sure about going, I figured that deal ran it's short course a long time ago, then figured what the hell. Had an okay time, didn't drink, didn't feel any particular spark, she semi-invited herself to my birthday party next week but it turns out she'll be in Baltimore on the 1st and so won't make it. So what's Bill been doing with all this free time/extra money at his recent disposal? With the time, writing- did some more ghosting, plus finished
some more scripts for Chillers, should have the finished art for
"Hunters" in Friday, pretty excited to see my writing turned into
comic form, Balsa is shooting "Free To Good Home" as a photo story,
quite excited about that as well. Also been clearing stuff out of
this back room so I can use it to store the stuff I now have in a
storage building- I've paid far more storing that crap these past
five years than it's worth which doesn't make even a little sense.
So far I've thrown out over three hundred old magazines which kind
of makes me sad as I have this stupid connection to them as sort of
a chronicle of my life, I can remember vividly first reading a lot
of them- this Bill and the past thing is sick I know but I can't
shake it- but looking at it rationally, what relevance does an 18
year old Alternative Press have to my life now? None, exactly, not
to mention Creem magazines going back literally 35 years (starting
with the January '75 issue and no they're not collectable cos I cut
them all to pieces back in the day to make wall collages for my dorm
room and Fairmont apartments).
Got at least another 500-600 magazines to go through. With the money? Bought $200 worth of books. Go figure. "We have every intention of moving forward, we just don't know in what direction." Brent Walker, DOT spokesman. If there's anything I hate more than a stupid son of a bitch it's a stupid son of a bitch political appointee bureaucrat. Brent, you're a fucking dumbass. Also saw a recent headline where the Catholic church needs more exorcists. Don't think I like the sound of that. Spendng tomorrow in Parkersburg, DFZ working a charity show for some food drive then having Thanksgiving dinner with Shane Storm and Jock at Jock's mother's- trust me I'd much rather be there than here- coming back Friday to turn around and head back to Parkersburg Saturday for Thanksgiving Thunder. Working XMCW 12/4 for those of you locals who want to come out. A short one this time around but I would like to very sincerely wish all you a happy Thanksgiviong (as long as you don't call it Turkey Day) with a fine meal (as long as you don't call the side dishes "all the trimmings"). Going back on the drink with my birthday next week so hopefully next issue I can come back roaring drunk with more energy than I have tonight and some entertaing tales of debauchery. (GOD I HOPE) Later Bill
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"There's a place for that. AND IT'S NOT HERE."
Cooper (the dog) is still here. He's a very bright and well
behaved animal but this right under my feet shit he does is starting
to get old. And those two teenage girls memtioned last issue are
stalking us, I swear. They watch for us then come running out of
their house, "Oh, hi Cooper, hi Cooper's Dad!" I'm not that dog's
Dad. He still won't warm up to them but that doesn't stop them, and
they're getting brazen, one of them asked me last Saturday if she
could have a puff of my cigar! 
-but I did hit it off really well with Adrienne Barbeau- I joked
about it going up but it turned out to be true. She looked
surprisingly good, a little leathery but still packing it up top-
she's also a lot shorter than I expected. Her Scarefest- I don't
know, gofer/bodyguard was former worker Shannon who I've known for
the past two years so that helped break the ice, that and my, ahem,
VIP badge. It also helped that I'd bought her autobiography (for
$1.99 but she didn't know that, they were going for a lot more on
her table) so I was able to make conversation with her beyond "What
size ARE your tits, anyway?" Although at one point she caught me
looking down the front of her shirt and smacked my wrist, I said,
"Yeah, like that's the first time that's ever happened to you," and
she laughed instead of having me tossed out. It got to where she'd
see me wandering aimlessly up the same damn aisle I'd wandered a
hundred times already- when you're not spending most of it in the
bar it's a LONG damn day at Scarefest- and would go "Come over here
Bill and talk to me" (after the first day she didn't do real big
business, a lot of times it was just her and Shannon sitting there)
and I would. As proof I brought back my copy of
