my first bleg In a good cause

Hey everyone who doesn't read my blog.
John's Dad died a week ago.
He wont ask, he's too proud.

Throw him a fiver to help with final expenses!

got to read this shit!

John's at it again!

Scooped the Locksmith.

John over on his blog is going on at length about the small house movement.

He hasn't said yet, but he's out in his pickup, doing construction cleanup again.

Prelude to building his own 3-4 stage cabin.

Stage One: A pickup bed camper/cabin capable or holding his tools, and with enough room left over to allow him, his woman, and his dog to sleep securely for the first week.

Stage Two: An 8x12 cabin that will serve as interim housing for as long as it takes to build the final house.

Stage Three: A house no larger than 20x20. This will serve to house woman, children, pets.

And then he will get his Happily Ever After On!

I'm praying for him. He's not been quite right since Denice died.

I suspect she was "The One", and his new woman, Elizabeth, might be found wanting through no fault of her own.

you gotta check this out!

http://www.textsfromlastnight.com

This site I swear has lifted old computer chats from John's and my BBS Days!

I guess we thought we were wow, hip, and original during those days we were that age!

Locksmith Dude like Wow

My friend on Love's Laughing Locksmith, has gone nuts.

First! He rips the Obama Adminstration a new Asshole.

The old one was too big for Jimmy the Horse.

A local Very Well Endowed Seattle personality.

Second! He's considering SUICIDE to spend more

time with those he loves!

Update! He's still going! Someone must have

got him pissed off today!

Flu Shots

I haven't had any sort of a vaccine in thirty years.

I'm four years short of my fiftieth birthday.

Scratch That!

I have had the tetanus shot.

I have had regular antibiotic shots.

If I were traveling to a place known to have Plague,

I'd get that vaccine.

I get a flu about every third year on average.

I think the Flu Shot is more likely to kill than vaccinate.

Last minute voting Instructions!

Incumbents;

Keep Cathy McMorris Rogers.

the rest....

OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!

You are the sovereign here!

These people are your courtiers and ministers.

They are hoping that somehow you've forgotten that.

It hasn't been mentioned in schools for three decades.

If I were king, I'd restore the Pledge of Allegiance,

And make sure that the kids knew what goverment,

Of The People,

By The People,

and,

For The People,

was all about.

A new home, A new hope!

John turned me on to the small house movement. I essentially live in one room of a disgusting McMansion. Along with just short of a dozen others. Anything I want to keep, I keep in my room. I decided that one of those lovely homes on trailers is just what I need. Plus a Cadillac to tow the whole shebang with...

that free feeling.

the rent is actually paid through the end of the year. one of our founding members won the lottery. 5 out of 6 numbers, enough to pay 6 months of rent, plus a few luxuries on the side. I'll keep collecting rents from everyone, so we can plunge another six months come the new year.

With some more good breaks, we'll be voting republican in the next election.

Good Bye Steve Urkel!

Read this to SAVE AMERICA!

As I returned to Seattle, I had to face down a dozen Mexicans on a Greyhound Bus.

I was totally ready to kill each and every one of those cocksuckers.

MY NAME IS NOT MAYWOOD!

get serious?

My bud The Locksmith looked at this blog, and said I need to 'Get Serious'!

For him his blog is a window by which he lets the rest of blogdom see a selected portion of his life.

Me, it's just a venue that I let John see what's going on in my downtown Seattle house.

I'd do her!

My friend The Locksmith, and I had a lovely weekend in Spokane.

We spent a four hour period in a parking lot, enjoying a leisurely soda.

We played a game we started sometime in puberty.

Called I'd Do Her.

The game is played by indicating various passers by, female for preference.

The challenged party declares whether he'd have sex with the indicated female.

The Locksmith is more tolerant and accepting than I.

I the slutty wastoid, declined some snarly suit wearing women.

Barely 20-somethings. Ex Big-Hair Heavy Metal Groupies.

And anything that looked over 200 pounds.

John not only accepted the challenge, he called over a couple of women, and got dates for later in the evening.

I can't stand it! Dude is either side of 400 pounds, and his score with women makes mine look like crap. I guess when you don't discriminate, you get more sex...

Saturday was worse, everyone got drunk except him, and we were all crazy. The police woman that came over was going to cite everyone, and check for warrants. He talked her out of it, and into the hot tub later that week.

After a long sleep, we went out to the food court at costco. In addition to the hot dogs, John brought home an early twenty-something, and a late thirty something, from the food court.

Honestly!!! Locksmithing Dude! I think that you've gone off the rails since your woman died.

haven't checked in for a while.

I feel like shit. Did the ER thingy. Thanks to Obama, I can claim I was beat up by members of ACORN or SEIU by mistake. I feel kinda rotten about that. ACORN paid for the lawyer that kept us in the house. The cops don't mess with us any more. They sometimes come up after someone, and we allow them into the public area of the house. If a resident is in a jam, they come into the public area, and submit to the arrest. We usually can get someone out on bail within 36 hours. I'm making an effort to come down to the party every night. I want to isolate myself. That's a sign of possible depression. I've cut way back on the drinking. My bud The Locksmith quit drinking entirely. He refuses to enable the state. I don't have his discipline.

heres to the new boss - same as the old boss!

Well, my childhood friend The Locksmith, vowed to give the Obama-nation a year to perform. Personally I think he's entitled to be judged by the same harsh standards applied to Bush.
You won the job!

Yay!

Now pick up the soap!!!

I'm sorry,

I meant to update this blog more often. But day to day survival has been dicey at best. The police hate our very existence, and have been harshly prosecuting a campaign to remove us from our home. The Landlord is on our side. Only way the cops can chase us out is to guarantee 200% of our current rent payments for the next ten years. Or just buy the house outright. It could go either way right now.

Democrats are Scum!

Don't get me wrong, while I'm grateful for any aid. I hate the fact that I gotta risk my ass getting shot by the cops. Where all they do is just take what they want at gunpoint. Never mind the fact that some sweet old boy or girl worked hours to just get by.

Excuse me, I gotta go out into the Seattle morning, and rob a Democrat.....
Simple Justice.....

Early Night

Party's just getting started, looks like it'll be a loud one. Here's to no cops tonight.
Myself I got some lovin to attend to. Now and again around midnight. I hope the first one goes to the small bed quietly.

chow time

coupla overnighters brought in some pails of fried chicken. I brought out a wine box from the locked stash. they also brought in about $30.00 of change they'd bummed. I gratefully accepted that, knowing they would eat, drink, and smoke more than that tonight. and expect to crash in the safe section of the house. The house is an old 3 1/2 story job that was cut up into apartments. Some dotcom millionaire tried to restore it to it's former glory. The dotcom bubble crashed and bubby had to let it go back to the bank. the bank gave it to a property management agency to rent out. Us slackerly losers are the only ones who'd pay rent on it without it being reworked one way or the other. The front room and the dining room are the public areas of the house. there are two sets of stairs going up to the second floor. the front stairs lie between the front and dining rooms, it is an abuse of our hospitality to even be on those stairs, other than sitting. A door at the top of the stairs is locked, the only way to the safe sections of the house is through the kitchen. We had an abusing boyfriend try to force his way in a few months back. after the guards got through with him, he was glad to be boogaloo jones' bitch for 8 years.

pesky cops

they are trying to drive us out by ticketing our cars if they're parked over 12 hours.
There are cars out there in this neighborhood that have been parked since 1955. Y'know those cops oughta listen to ICE-T's song "Fuck the police". you keep jerking people around under color of law, people will push back eventually.

first post

Hi, I'm crash and burn. that's my street name. I'm a slacker of Brobdingnagian magnitude. since life really doesn't matter, I've elected to live my life in the most meaningless manner possible. Even as scum, I have a few rules. Having been homeless, and not liking it much, I require that my co-habitants keep their drug use out of sight. that the rent gets paid on time and in full. the place is kept clean. you will meet the people that cycle in and out of my life. Today, my one roommate got shot for trying to walk off without supplying the drugs that the shooter paid him money for. While I feel sorry for the roommate, I was about at the point where I might have shot him myself. He wasn't planning to apply any of that walk-off money to the rent. the only contribution he's made to the house was stolen beer and gas. Admittedly that at retail is just barely his rent. Plus whoevers car he gasses and dashes with suddenly becomes super hot. Today is domino's pizza's 2 for 1 tuesday. we usually call in a pizza order early, and then our team makes the rounds of the 5 available domino's pizza places for bad orders. and a couple of boosted cold packs of beer and wine boxes. I hurt spectacularly from a fight I got into a couple of nights ago. I can't go to the emergency room. I broke the guy's skull, and witnesses put me there. Plus I hear they don't do anything for broken ribs anymore.