Tuesday, April 29, 2014

For The Old Roo...

Nine years ago, skippy the bush kangaroo made me one of his co-bloggers. I never quite lived up to that privilege. Though I tried.

It meant so much to me at the time. More than you can imagine.

Much more.

Something Else I Hate...

Getting into fistfights.

Now when it comes to that, my rule of thumb is to always get into it with a guy who's bigger than me. That way, if I lose, I can say, well, he was bigger than me, even if I look like a pussy.

If, somehow, I win, then that poor bastard looks like a bully who got what he deserved. Personally, I'd rather look like a pussy over looking like a bully. Maybe me being about six foot two and weighing around two forty has something to do with that -- I'm bigger than most guys. I just dislike physical violence, in spite of being equipped to handle it.

Which makes being a cabbie that much more interesting...

Monday, April 28, 2014

More Nashua...

I used to think all drugs should be decriminalized. Then there's meth. Hard to believe that nasty crap used to be legal. But it was.

From what I've gathered, meth was mostly a rural drug three or four decades ago. That would partly explain why rural folks kept voting Republican all that time, wouldn't it?

I deal with methheads in my current line of work now and then. Them seeing things that aren't there is one thing -- what makes me quiver is when they don't see things that are there...

Enjoy Your Meal...

One episode of the excellent Breaking Bad series opens with folks making Big Blue meth in the illicit secret lab Gus Fring has under his licit laundromat. They wrap it up real tight, then put the packages inside buckets of chicken batter (that Fring uses in his fast food Pollos Hermanos chicken outlets) which they mark with a star stamp you need a UV light to see. All this stuff, loaded and otherwise, ships out via many 18-wheelers to as many destinations -- and Mr. Fring stands there rather stoically watching them all roll out.

The 3rd of each month around 1 AM, some people get their government checks deposited in their accounts. That is also when the office phone at the taxi company I work for begins lighting up like a Christmas tree -- or, as I describe it, when the Pollos Hermanos truck pulls into Nashua.

If there are only two kinds of people in this world I hate, the pushers are first and the junkies are second. And the only reason the pushers are first on my list is because they chose to dance with the devil. That's the difference between them and the junkies...

Thursday, April 17, 2014

The Difference Between Dems And What Passes For Republicans...

On the domestic front, the Democratic Party takes it all -- raising the minimum wage, recognizing that homosexual folks are as fully human as the hetero majority, and so on. But when it comes to foreign policy...

Far as I can tell, there is no difference between the two major parties. I used to think there was. There isn't.

That's part of the reason I don't blog about politics much anymore.

On Second Thought...

I'm not really invested in reconnecting with anyone from years ago. This has nothing to do with them.

It recently occurred to me that 2013 was the 25th anniversary of my graduation from North Middlesex High in Townsend, Mass. I didn't get an invitation to a reunion if there was one, but I hadn't sought an invitation either. I had some friends I held onto years after graduation, but then I up and left for Richmond in 1998, eventually losing touch with all of them.

That's the meat of the matter, isn't it? When you're the one who up and leaves, then you live with whatever comes your way. You don't have much of a right to turn to old friends -- especially when not a day goes by without you wishing you were back in the city you left all your friends behind for in '98.

Goodbye, Mike. I wish you the best from here on out...

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Still Lazy...

Whaddya want for nothin' -- a r-r-r-rubber biscuit?

Although, speaking of lazy...

Hello, Microphone? This is Juniper Jujubee calling... I'm doing all right, thank you -- and yourself?... Oh, I was just wondering if you somehow managed to forget how the email thingamajing in these Intertubes works... Haven't heard from you in a month... Yeah, okay, pot meet kettle...

(Long story short: here I am in New England after being gone for thirteen-odd years, one of my best friends ever from high school finds me on the Medley, and... well, he started it, dammit...)

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Lazy...

But still around. Later...