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6/7/12 Every Good Boy Deserves . . . "Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained." William Blake "Don't judge all bastards by me." Rip Torn "Never underestimate the healing power of a blonde." Death Falcon Zero Hey No, happiness hasn't killed the newsletter (although video did in fact kill the radio star), Bill's just been busy. Busy as fuck to coin a phrase. Not even going to begin to recount our hero's exploits over the past three (good gravy, where DOES the time . . . ) plus months but in a nutshell . . . Been working like a madman- the work part not being at all in my nature I know- at the library and scrapyard and again cutting grass, (that was adding up to more than forty hours a week), as well as staying nights for most of two months tending Phil's girlfriend who had hip replacement surgey and a whole lot of bad luck after that. Still wrestling although for the past few months it's felt more and more like punching the clock, DeathStars 2.0 have dropped all our belts and I've been stoutly refusing any and all bookings offered, only thing DFZ is booked for right now is a thumbtack tag team match, DS 2.0 vs Smokey C and Juggulator 7/20 in St. Albans and then I'm pretty much done except for special occasions. Like the booking Bobby Blaze is working on for he and Shane and I to work in England for two weeks this fall which I'd jump on in a heartbeat, though I'm not holding my breath. And writing, N is for Nightmare is out now as well as Chillers (from Tranzfuson Comics but you can get your copy from me cheaper), Chillers 2 is in the works and I'll have two stories at least in it, sold a story to an anthology and have three- count 'em three- more after me to send them something. Also, and best of all, in early May, after six years, eight months and seven days, Tommy moved in, and I moved out of my mom's house and in with Anne, and that has been damn close to heaven on a couple of fronts. For me. Talked to my mom a short while ago and she and Tommy are not working out as house mates. Big surprise there. She's already pulled the "I need to go to the doctor" then on the way home "I also need to go to the bank and the post office and the drug store and-" trick on him a couple times, plus I stopped out there a week or so ago right after he'd taken her to the store and he was fuming, "All she does is stand there and stare at shit. For like HOURS." And call it shopping, yeah, I know. Welcome to Bill's world for six years, eight months and seven days. He was the one who asked if he could move in there so sympathy for him have I none. Easily feel the best in my head and heart since I started the NL ten years, five months- okay, I'll stop- physically not so great, I really am just beat to fuck, my knees were hurting me so badly up at Debbie's last Sunday it was making me sick, I only drank a single beer and didn't smoke my cigar down to a lip burning nub as is my wont, all while hobbling about the porch like the gimpiest of gimps. They feel better now but I doubt they'll ever feel good again. And that sucks. Salma Hayek is hooked on breast feeding. Dear God. "They's foul play in the house!" Ronnie Gibson Instead of a newsletter I could just call this "Crazy Shit That Ronnie Says" cos God knows he says enough. Way back when I first started cutting this session he stomps into Nancy's office in his usual huff. Ronnie: Bill ain't treating that mower right! He was carrying on one day about Nancy thinking she was so much better than us (if so, she's half right)- R: She puts her panties on same as we do. About Golden Corral- R: You can eat all you can slop down and they got that Black Mangus meat. An' if you bring 'em two plates they'll give you two hunks of it. On his ex-wife- R: She started out okay but then she turned inta some kinda 'spizable thing cow kinda thing. On television- R: I was watchin' me the E an' M Channel an' some guy shot this
woman, then he stabbed her and stomped around on her. About his cell phone- R: All of a sudden she started a strollin' (a human would say
"scrolling") red and making this screetching noise. Hate to rush off so quickly but I have to throw a few things in Annie's suitcase, after work tomorrow we're heading to Rock Hill to spend the night, then Saturday morning we're off for a week at Madeira Beach, Florida and this crazy sweet condo Annie found for us (I'll take photos- or rather, I'll have her take some). We get back Sunday 6/17, got a book signing- somewhere in Charleston- the 18th then after gonna see Buddy Black at the Boulevard Tavern- be a good time for those of you locals who like beer and/or live music- another book signing at Taylor Books on the 19th, 5:30-7:30, then the 20th Bill heads out on a brief comic con/book signing tour that will see us hit Toronto (Bill's first time on Canada, believe it or not), DC and Baltimore. The Scourge of Canada? We'll see . . . I never have gotten on well with hockey players. Some day when my crying's done Oh, wait. That's today. (AND ABOUT FUCKING TIME) Later Bill
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