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9/8/03 DF Rocks
Hey Well, shit, looks like it's me back again, not even a week since the last one, don't want to demean these by making them too common, or just jam them in your web boxes so often you get tired of them, but once again I'm in the damn mood, and I certainly have the time, so here's another'n. If it gets to be too much for you, press the NO MORE BILL button on your computer or something.
What's Bill up to? Feeling better, for one thing. Thanks to all of you for your concern, I think a lot of the problem, other than that whiney ass stress thing I've been working, is that I just wasn't eating. Like, not at all, for days. Not good for you, boys and girls. Listen to the voice of experience here, and I know it seems a contradiction to tell you that not eating for ages will make you throw up like a son of a bitch, but I'm here to tell you, it's true, it's true.
Also got a recent invitation to dinner, which I appreciate mucho, ladies, but I didn't get it till the day after the dinner, which is why I wasn't there. A little more warning next time, please. Back on the aerobics/weights as well, daily, I was screaming and raging earlier this week it was so hard, that's the worst part about getting older, you lose it so fast, put on the fucking mask and made that shitting Death Falcon pay the price for a while, it's sort of coming back, I'm gonna (WHOS GONNA?) okay, the DF is gonna be buff as shit by the 26th and make no goddamn mistake, BE THERE.
All the little kids growing up on the skids, go The girls were in this weekend- sort of. I picked them up a Loretta's house (which used to be my house too- no, I will never stop saying that, not till the day I burn it to the ground) about 1 pm on Saturday, she picked them up here around 11:30 Sunday. Just enough to make me miss them more now that they're gone again. Not even 24 hours. Rachel seems to love it in her new home, more power to her, Sarah isn't as happy, not thrilled with the school, fighting with Loretta a lot. Some bright spark (although I do appreciate the fact that you had the interest and took the time) sent me an e-mail saying I rage about Loretta so much because I still love her. Well, fucking duh. The girl I fell in love with and married all those years ago? Absolutely, I thought that was a given, I always will. ALWAYS WILL, till the day I mother fucking die, and there's not a doubt in my mind that that's holding me back in my admittedly dilatory and listless search for another girl, I don't really want ANOTHER girl, in my useless head I'm still very much in love with Loretta circa '77 and I want back the one I had, impossible as I know that is. But as far as today's reality, I'm not one of these advanced personages who can hate the sin but not the sinner, and when it comes to the shit bag she is now, I hate both sinner and sin with eye bulging vehemence (I HATE "EM TOO). Cos Loretta 2003 is garbage, straight up. And word to your mother.
B: Moses on the fucking mountain, where you been hiding THEM? What size
bra you wear, anyway? Those were the fucking days. Major (and sincere) congratulations go out to my boy Jason, who completes cop school- this is the real deal, up at the State Police Academy- the 26th of this month. However, he's also having his "I beat cop school" party that same evening, so not only can I not attend, but he and his crew can't make it to the Field House for the DF's Hardcore Championship match. Jesus H. Christ, first day you’re a cop and you're already pissing me off. We're not off to a good start here, Officer Spurlock. My CD player quit working. Don't know why, other than maybe it's old, 13 years, or that it's mine. Popped one CD out the other night, popped the next one in, all of a sudden it won't register, try a couple dozen more CD's, they don't register too (or either). Mr. CD player is about to go the way of Mr. DVD player, and I'm not kidding about this, I take these bastard pieces of broke down shittin' on Bill electronics out in the back yard and stomp the living hell out of them, slam them into trees, then throw the pieces in the creek. That's the WV code, once it’s under water it magically ceases to exist.
Keith also showed back up at training today, he was there once about two months ago, never came back, asked him where he's been, he said after last training he kept spitting up blood (?!) as he was driving home, stopped by the ER, they did X-rays, one of his ribs had been popped off his sternum and had punctured a lung. Criminitley. I'm pretty sure I didn't do it, I'm not sure who did, I don't remember him taking any really big bumps that day at all, nobody down there has that assholish, "let's rough up the new boy" mentality. Anyway, he's gonna be our new referee. If he's that fragile, good decision.
Reading a good book right now, almost done, Samurai Boogie by Peter Tasker (name sounds familiar but I don't recognize any of his other stuff). It's a private eye novel set in modern day Japan, the cover is sort of manga like so I thought the book would be comic bookish, but it's not at all. After that I'm going to start The Years Of Rice And Salt by Kim Stanley Robinson, I know a number of you (Chris, Ann, among others) have read his Mars books, this is an alternate future book where the Black Plague actually wiped out Europe, and Asia/India now control the modern world. Wild Kingdom lives, and some people never fucking learn. I went out to
my parents last Thursday to watch the Redskins/Jets game, much more so for
them than for me, I don't much give a shit about football anymore, but
they said come out, we'll get pizza, I think they thought they were doing
me a favor so I let them. I hang out for a little after the game, get
ready to leave around 1 am, they wanted me to stay but I can't sleep on
that couch of theirs like Tom can, and since Tina in entrenched there- for
the record, she swore when she moved in without asking that the longest
she'd be there was six months, the first of next month it'll be a year,
and I honestly believe she's just gonna leech on there until my parents
die, however long that may take, and she gets the very rude awakening that
she's suddenly in my house-I've seen the will- and I tell her,
"there's the fucking door, don't forget your stinking cats"-
there's no place else. The deer have been getting bold as hell out here lately, they come out in the front yard and eat apples off the ground from those two apple trees out there in the yard till they're fit to bust, day and night. I'll come out of the house to go somewhere, walk within 20 feet of 'em, then give me the big eyeball, but keep eating. The deer are unbothered by the two remaining rat packers, who are just shells of their former selves. They never bark at all anymore, and just lay there and watch the deer as they chug fallen apples. Go figure.
No dreams this time, sorry. Someone did write and say they found the image of me lifting up the top of my skull and going "Look, no brain" to be hilarious, well, maybe to you, maybe I write these things with too much humor, cos they're wicked ugly nightmares to me.
Q: How are a smelly girl and a marlin alike? I got some medals from World War Two Man, I think this is going to be a boring one for web site inserts (a complaint I've heard recently, you didn't clarify if it was the writing not providing good visual cues, or Joe's choice of what to illustrate, please be more specific). Joe, please add a picture of a hot naked woman, and a picture of something blowing up- not the same picture please- to this issue somewhere, in addition to whatever else you come up with. Later Bill
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Energy calling me, back where I belong 
So what have I been doing? Eating. Lots. In the past week, gone through
3 dozen eggs (you know how your mind will fuck with you? well, ever since
I heard this vile alt-punk song by 
Gonna have to do it without the help of ephedra, at least through
healthy channels, I've been to all the GNCs in the area, all of the old
types that used to have it- Xenedrine, Hydroxycut, etc- are now touting
themselves as ephedrine free, don't even give you the option anymore, it's
like they quit making Bud, it's all Bud Light now, GNC girl says they got
an internal memo saying GNC will never carry anything with ephedra in it
again, they don't want to take the risk of being sued if some knucklehead
dies while on some ephedra shit he bought at GNC. Guess all them
Vietnamese guys are out of work, huh Jason? You can still get "Drive
Yore Truck All Naht" pills at the convenience stores that are ephedra
packed, but they're like two bucks for four. Dammit.
Ah, and hell, who am I trying to kid with this mushy stuff, it was a
physical thing from the very start. I knew she was built good, but she was
one of those deceptive girls who's all breast, no chest, so I really had
no clue till the first time we got together, we're undressing one another,
which I much prefer to undressing yourselves, when-
Had a good work out in Ashland yesterday, hung out with Kris for like
an hour afterward just he and I, Bob went to watch his kid play football,
shooting the shit, enjoyed it. Kris is a really, really nice kid, works
goddamn hard in the ring, he's fucking fearless, he took 3 straight Zero
bombs while I was honing it without a word of complaint, and since he
wasn't whining and squirming like that wuss Hannibal, they went smooth and
painless for us both. I'd love to work a match with him, he says the XMCW
guys have been asking about the DF ever since he showed them the 26th
poster, damn that's funny, a year ago they didn’t want to know my masked
ass, Kris really wants me to come down and work with him some night cos
those Nitro boys suck so hard. Maybe. He just won their XIC belt Saturday
night. Congrats to a nice guy.
What's Bill drinking? Well, contrary to Mr. Health Preacher earlier,
Budweiser. First beer I've had since- hold on here, I have to count- that
Saturday at Chris's, which makes it 8 days ago. Stopped by Joe's on my way
back from Ashland, he and Laura were out on the boat so I sat out on their
back porch- lovely place- and drank some of Joe's Heineken before coming
on home. Not getting pounded, just chilling,
So, I go out front, see what I think is one of
Tina's cats eating out of the bowl of cat food on the front porch, bend to
pet it, "nice kitty", you got it, it was a big ass possum, it
hisses and snaps at me, next thing I know I've somehow levitated out into
the middle of the court. White men can't jump my ass, shove a snarling
possum at 'em.
Recipe for broccoli- cauliflower salad. I got this from Loretta's mom,
changed it a little to my taste, I'll give you both versions. Chop up a
head of cauliflower, and a bunch of broccoli. You can run it through a
food processor like Mrs. H, I like mine a little chunkier which is why I
take the time to do it by hand. Add either a bag of (thawed) frozen peas,
my version, or a can of peas, her version. Add some grated sharp cheddar
cheese, I like mine cheesy so I use 3 cups, and some Green Goddess, or
Creamy Cucumber, same stuff, dressing, this will take at least one 16 oz
bottle, plus part of another, depending on how big your cauliflower and
broccoli were. I like to grind lots of fresh pepper on, it needs little to
no salt, stir up, refrigerate, eat. This isn't one of those weeny salads,
this had lots of bulk, and some substantial calories, to it, but it tastes
great, got your protein, got your fiber and cruciferousness, try it
sometime, I'm eating some right now, goes lousy with beer, but I was
hungry.
Lets end with a joke.
