Darwin damn it, I needed that! I finally got to take the chopper out to terrorize the Yuppies. I wound up stopping by Poodie's Hilltop Bar. I've had a hard time time finding a bar out here that I liked enough to hang out at. There are a few biker bars that are mostly filled with a mix of white trash and RUBs, but no "real" bikers. This place is in the district I work and I've helped out a few of the people there on various calls. This is the first time I just sat down and had a beer with them though. The manager related to my problem with none of the local bars having a scene for punk, psychobilly or rockabilly. They laughed at all my best stupid jokes...I think this is a place I can hang out at. Apparently, the Supersuckers even played there a few months ago.
In other news, and this isn't entirely brought on by the Lone Star I consumed there and on my back porch afterwars...I think I've come to terms with the fact that I will probably die alone. Now this isn't such a bad thing. I like having my space and don't have any great difficulty getting laid. It's just that I realize that I'm 33 years old and every relationship I've been in has been a failure. Why should a rational person think that the next one will be different? The most I've ever loved or been loved is my dog Guzzi who died two years ago, and I'd have sacrificed every one of your lives (no offense you understand) to save hers if I could. I've been in relationships that lasted longer, but I've never been "into" a woman for more than three months. Us Vulcans just aren't meant for the long haul, as attractive as that whole scenario is to me.
Wanna know something else really fucked up? The last two women I've been with cried...cried! One of then cried at the same time she was having the big "O". (now isn't that a contradiction?) Maybe I should be celibate for a while until I figure out what is so horrible about Little Mojo that it makes sweet girls cry.
My point to all this is that I'm secure in the knowledge that as much as I would like to, I will probably never make that connection with "the one." I'll be just fine with my hound dog, my hot rod, and my chopper while I chase after punk-rock-girls and occasionally accidentally actually fall for the girl-next-door without it ever working out.
In other news, and this isn't entirely brought on by the Lone Star I consumed there and on my back porch afterwars...I think I've come to terms with the fact that I will probably die alone. Now this isn't such a bad thing. I like having my space and don't have any great difficulty getting laid. It's just that I realize that I'm 33 years old and every relationship I've been in has been a failure. Why should a rational person think that the next one will be different? The most I've ever loved or been loved is my dog Guzzi who died two years ago, and I'd have sacrificed every one of your lives (no offense you understand) to save hers if I could. I've been in relationships that lasted longer, but I've never been "into" a woman for more than three months. Us Vulcans just aren't meant for the long haul, as attractive as that whole scenario is to me.
Wanna know something else really fucked up? The last two women I've been with cried...cried! One of then cried at the same time she was having the big "O". (now isn't that a contradiction?) Maybe I should be celibate for a while until I figure out what is so horrible about Little Mojo that it makes sweet girls cry.
My point to all this is that I'm secure in the knowledge that as much as I would like to, I will probably never make that connection with "the one." I'll be just fine with my hound dog, my hot rod, and my chopper while I chase after punk-rock-girls and occasionally accidentally actually fall for the girl-next-door without it ever working out.
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rockadiva:
hehe, thanks for the get out of jail card...got lots of friends that are HPD, so hopefully, I will just be able to call in a favor with them...however, I'm law abiding, so that will never happen 
tracymisty:
cheer up little buckaroo... you have sweet bel-aire in your life and there's nothing quite like the love of a pup. besides, there's nothing hotter than a guy and his dog. this is austin, btw. girls love that shit.