Where art thou, Pineapple?

I’m not sure, but this photo just might be our own dear Pineapple. Some call him Malibu, but he, of course, prefers Pineapple. With his “spiky crown and rough exterior” 1 and an appearance that is “almost standoffish” 2, yet, somehow, “incredibly smooth tasting once you get past [his] rough exterior” 3 the veritable pineapple [...]

The helmet, the shoes, and the bike.

Got home at a good time. Not too early in the afternoon, but not too late either. Played with my daughters. Dinner was a bowl of chili. It was good. A shot of Pelinkovac, a can of beer. Then helmet, the shoes, and the bike. Bell. Sidis, and Fondriest. The door, the resounding click as [...]

It is what you make of it.

Its that simple. Life is what you make of it. If you want to bitch and complain about shit then do it. Dont expect anyone to listen to you for very long. Why would they. Its like Big Pun always said. Less talkie and more doie. Its fine to bitch and moan but what are [...]

Where is the puke jet sound? I’m north of you.

I promise people: The next posting I make will be poetic and positive. But for now, I’m opening the door of my hurt locker to allow you to look within. It is a desperate grasp for commonality that I can’t find in the people I see today. My hope in humanity is at an all [...]

Fuckface: If this was your objective, you got what you wanted.

Some fucking asshole decided to sabotage the bike path by sprinkling a lot of broken glass in little piles for 30 feet, all over the path, and then cover it with leaves. I called the police and reported this behavior last week. They sent someone out to clean up the graffiti but left the glass. [...]

Lamenting this bookish reprieve

There was a time when I lived where the only written words in my life were few, and they came from my soul, and they were written in pencil. Some years before that, I was young and fit. BJ – I’ve got the opposite problem. I weigh at least 15 lbs LESS than I did [...]

I too, was once young and fit.

Photo is of yours truly at the 2004 24 Hours in the Old Pueblo. I raced solo-single speed that year. I got sixth. Someone handed me a glass of draft beer immediately upon crossing the finish line. It just felt right. Seems like a lifetime ago. That was me on form. Lately, not so much. [...]

The books can wait, redux

Again I pushed back the lonely march through case law for a chance to get outside and, well, exercise a bit. All this desk work is fucking killing me. It is absolutely brutal. Went with some Clif drink mix today over plain water. Seems I need calories. With this ass? Go figure. I thought I [...]

Birds of a Feather…

Flock together, or so the saying goes… Ricco’s babymomma tests positive for CERA. Shit, that’s soooo 2008! What, was there some juice leftover from ’08 in the bottom of Ricardo’s gear bag? Think what you will, but I’m not so convinced The Cobra learned his lesson, let alone repent for his sins. Should he return [...]

Carlos Bertonatti: pop star, shit bag

We’ve all heard about the recent ugliness out of Miami. But, did you know guy is a freaking pop star? An up-and-coming Miami pop singer with slick looks and a Sony recording contract has been charged with vehicular homicide in a horrific hit-and-run crash near Key Biscayne. . . Officers say Bertonatti was drunk when [...]

Drug dreams

I had a drug dream last night. I was so relieved when I woke up at 2am and realized it was a dream. Fucking sucks because they seem so real. I don’t have them that often, but when I do, they put me in a funk. And now I’m in a funk. It’s 18 degrees [...]

Life on random

In no particular order, I present the randomness of my experiences. This is what my view looked like as the girls napped last week. Yes, I was on the rollers in the kitchen. Big Kitchen gets it done. I’ve had the time to see some quality television these last three weeks. And, I suppose that [...]

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