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The Weather Sux

It’s gloomy, intermittent rain, and face ripping wind gusts that come and go. I hate it! I solved part of the problem by going to bed around 6AM – and in between several phone calls – sleeping until 2PM. Whoever said, “The early bird gets the worm,” can have the damn worms, I don’t want one anyway. I’ve almost reverted back to my dealer hours. If I have to fade gloomy, dark weather in the afternoon, I’d just as soon sleep through it. Problem is the wind. When it’s a real howler, it hits the coach so hard at times that I feel I’m on my way to Laughlin or somewhere and I don’t even have the pleasure of hitching up and driving there. Continue reading The Weather Sux

I can’t relate

Prevo has a post up titled “Poor Linda“, he’s not the only one that has used that phrase when I’ve recounted an event or happening in my life. I don’t get it. I’m not ‘Poor Linda’. Yes, I understand what the post is actually saying but I’m still not ‘Poor Linda’. I don’t think anyone that has ever met me or knows me feels ‘Poor Linda’. I think they are more prone to feel, “God help the asshole that gets in her way.” Continue reading I can’t relate

Las Vegas County Detention Center

I spent Wednesday night in downtown Vegas visiting Ronnie at Aardvark Bail Bonds. Lots of shee-ite going on right now and I can’t seem to get out of the picture. I hate it! I believe we need law enforcement but I also believe some of them turn into a dog pack at times and it becomes totally ridiculous. After the arrest and ugliness of almost two weeks ago, the cop-o-rillas came back and arrested the person again. This time charging child endangerment and I, and others, believe the main reason it’s an ongoing bludgeoning of arrests is because the cop-o-rillas are trying to break the person down and force them to rat out other people. Hell NO, I’m not even going to get into what is going on. Read the book someday. Continue reading Las Vegas County Detention Center

Tuesday in Vegas

There’s been a lot of them. I made my first journey to Vegas in mid 80’s. Two of my girlfriends and I flew into town, from Montana, for three days. My trip was totally unplanned, theirs had been in the works for about a month when they tagged me and coaxed me into getting a ticket. We stayed at the Castaways, and now the Mirage covers the whole area. It was a bizarre trip. I was having an issue with the guy that I lived with – he was having a long distance affair, up close and personal though when he could bring her around or go to her (poker trips are a wonderful excuse to drop off the radar for a few days). His being unfaithful – and lying about it – and my own hurt feelings and lack of being able to walk away from him – helped me decide it was time to just get the hell out of Dodge..er…ahh…Missoula. Continue reading Tuesday in Vegas

Note to self

It’s crazy how nothing fits into any particular order anymore, there are very few jagged edges that have to be honed down to make life fit together – from my side of the street anyway. I still see those jagged edges in my kid’s and some friends lives, but in general everything just rolls right along, whether I’m ready or not, willing or not, it just keeps moving on and there’s no pattern to any of it. I find myself wondering if that’s what a time clock does for me…particular order that is. Continue reading Note to self

Couch Spuds of the World

And poker players – because poker players seem to find too many buffets and live the lifestyle of the fat and lazy, I can give you one word “WII”. Find the Nintendo WII and get into the action. While you’re dishing out all those great beats on your opponents around the world, take a break twice daily and do some boxing or baseball or golf or tennis. You can even bowl. You need very little room once you get the step and move motion down. Continue reading Couch Spuds of the World