It Won't Hurt

2011-12-08T18:02:00.001-05:00

Photos are much easier than words these days.

http://itwonthurt.tumblr.com/

Bender bolts...

2011-10-02T10:29:00.002-04:00

Waking up....sucks.

2011-09-13T21:21:00.001-04:00

One of those songs...

2011-09-05T20:58:00.002-04:00

that I never get tired of. Those fuckin drums.

New build

2011-08-20T19:24:00.002-04:00

Old Schwinn frame. Sanded it down and repainted it. Solid.

Spam

2011-08-13T17:56:00.002-04:00

...unless you're gay.

Don't drive nowhere w/o the radio on

2011-08-05T21:30:00.003-04:00

.......We always play those sad sad songs.
12 hours in 95 degree heat today. Bought new sand last weekend. Lil dudes' been eyeing it everyday, asking to play in the sand box. 9:00 tonight finally got around to filling it up. Jonah and the sand box. Good tunes, whiskey/coke, and Spuds McK. Tired good times.

Table made

2011-07-20T19:13:00.004-04:00

Made this out of found wood. Cut. Stained. Screwed.

Dog Town. A town. SEABOARD.

2011-07-17T21:24:00.006-04:00

Just watched the second half of Dog Town - Z Boyz. Listening to those guys talk about skating and how it all got started made me think of ole' Seaboard. They did it 20 years before we did. Coming up in Aug or Sept will be the 13 anniversary of when Stormy, Nate, and me moved in to 1079 (or maybe it was 1069, I lived in both). When we moved in, it was a calm home. Three fairly mello guys...working when we had to...skating when we weren't working. Me and Nate were so stoked to finally be in the city. Before then we had been driving an hour each way every couple days or so just to skate. We had to get out Gainesville. I think we moved down in 98. In the spring of 99, we and a group of kids from Ft. Wayne Indiana, known as Raffles took a trip to the west coast. A month or so before we left, a girl moved in w/ us (me). While we were gone, two other fellows moved in to our apartment. One of those guys was Mr. Babb, and the other was Mr. Buck. Neither of which I (we) really knew. California was great. Skating and getting more acquainted w/ the Raffles guys. (Goddam I miss Billy Kahn and Mike Peyton.) Within a few weeks, our chill pad had turned into a party house. I was pissed at the time. A new girl and a bunch of dudes don't mix too well in a two bedroom apartment. Stormy had his own room, but was never there and refused to let anyone sleep in his room. To be honest, I hated the whole situation at the time. Fucking hated it. Having to wake up at 4AM for work and having folks get home at 2AM completely wasted sucked. I'm not at all proud of how I acted during that time. Whatever. I think sometime in late 99 I moved out, but still skated w/ all those guys. The Dogtown movie got me to thinking about how Seaboard was kinda the beginning of something. Filming. Skating. Rolling 10 deep to a spot. And after all of that, after everyone was exhausted, the night was just beginning. I didn't drink at the time...but the shit I saw and heard about was epic. Those guys were on some other level and simply didn't have a care of consequences. They lived in the now. Fuck everyone else and fuck tomorrow. Seaboard was the beginning of something. Even though I watched from a distance, I am still proud to have been a small part of the beginning.

Cops, bosses, and politicians

2011-07-16T00:25:00.000-04:00

Bot board

2011-06-06T18:41:00.002-04:00

This is the board I did for the Sk8 or die show. Didn't sell. Got it back.

phone pics

2011-06-04T22:28:00.001-04:00

The average person

2011-05-19T23:06:00.003-04:00

Skated today. Fell a few times....couple of scrapes that led to external blood flow. Tomorrow at work, someone will say - "damn, what happened to you?" I will say "uuuugh, i dont know." But, I do know. They wouldn't understand. People don't understand what it means when you tell them you hit a rock or landed primo.

The average person doesn't know what it's like to wake up in the morning with multiple parts of your body throbbing or still slightly bleeding or slightly trying to heal causing a light puss ooze mixed w/ blood. Or if you had some drinks while and after riding, being hung over and aching all over from the night before. The average person does not say fuck, shit, or goddamn as their first word(s) in the morning. I wake up with some part of my body aching everyday. This is self inflicted. Usually after a few cups of coffee and a few camels, I start to forget about the condition I'm in. Just muscle through the 9-11 hours until the work is through....and count the days until the weekend.

I'm sore now and I know what 5:30am holds. I welcome it. Those 4 wheels are worth it. Everytime.

Reblogged

2011-05-05T22:35:00.004-04:00

Got this from fffound.com

Looking for one thing...

2011-04-20T21:02:00.003-04:00

and found another. An old other. A 10+ years ago other. Thought it was gone w/ the other laptop that is now sitting in someone else's house. Guess not. Good ole' external drives. PLAY and tracking lines.

Untitled from SMcK on Vimeo.

Painted words

2011-04-17T21:08:00.002-04:00

People are funny. Biscuits.

Shadows

2011-04-13T21:19:00.002-04:00

stuff from phone...more

2011-04-09T09:36:00.004-04:00

Repeat

2011-03-29T21:43:00.004-04:00

Alarm goes off at 5:45am.
Coffee.
Shower.
Get work gear.
Drive to work.
12 hours....making some folks happy, pissing some folks off.
Drive home.
Unload gear.
Shower.
Whiskey.
11:00pm - set alarm on phone for 5:45am.
Sleep for 5 hours and 45 minutes.
Repeat x 4.

The weekends cannot come fast enough. How people do this every day is beyond me. Maybe it's not so bad if you enjoy what you do. I don't enjoy what I do. 12 hours of bull shit. Suck it up....you have mouths to feed. Suck it up.

More phone pics...

2011-02-03T20:17:00.003-05:00

No lame captions

pics....from phone.

2011-02-02T21:30:00.005-05:00

Sea-boards

pissed

mustard n ketchup

joe

big ups - bot n meat fart

jen

moons over my hammie

john n the hangover

Heads chicks

must witness

tag along

work

cold dicks

I don't need nobody....

2011-01-15T17:36:00.001-05:00

and nobody needs me.

Skootin....

2011-01-13T22:25:00.007-05:00

The foundation footage is almost a year old. I forget I have a camera sometimes. Need to use it more. 3 sessions. 3 "parks". Sheffield and Summers....man, I wish I got to watch these guys skate more often.

Untitled from scott mckenzie on Vimeo.

Refound bots

2011-01-12T18:49:00.003-05:00

No they dont...

2010-12-08T21:10:00.004-05:00

Stuff like this makes me happy....not girls pooping. Girls don't poop , even though this says so. A thought, a Post Office label, and a sharpie. Simple, fine art.

Wife and child

2010-12-03T00:04:00.002-05:00

I miss my shorts. Winter bad. Summer good. Sarasota, FL July 2010.

RIP Leslie.

2010-11-29T23:01:00.001-05:00

Bummer wave....

Slightly obsessed....

2010-11-12T10:43:00.003-05:00

Nobody's listening, but everyone knows.

F a job

2010-11-05T00:56:00.002-04:00

Working sucks. Dude keeps me afloat.

My Dean Moriarty.....CB

2010-10-27T23:25:00.004-04:00

All over the place. Down for anything. Stand-up and carefree. My first memory of him is me looking out of the school bus window and seeing him....cut-off camo shorts and some Converse high tops (not Chucks, but something like basketball kicks.) I heard that he got them by walking into a department store and putting his old skate shoes in the shoe box and walking out w/ the new kicks on his feet. This was probably 17-18 years ago. He had a different outlook on things from early on.... Not because it was cool, but because that was who he was. Over the years I have seen and heard of him doing some of the most random and insane shit. The stories are endless....mashed potatoes in math books and hookers w/ bricks.

I went to Chattanooga back in July. He was living there at the time. Since then he has moved on....as of last night he was in Santa Cruz, CA. I think about him often - wondering how he is. I know where ever he is that he will always be fine - trouble or no trouble - always getting by and making the best of a half empty glass.

When reading On the road years ago....Chris is the only person I could think about after this paragraph....

"So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, and all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all the rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty."

Misc bots. ...Hasta la bye bye.

2010-10-18T23:49:00.012-04:00

Access to a computer on a regular basis may be gone soon. Just wanted to get these up. If any of the 2 people look at this want a painting or print of any of these, let me know. Will need something to occupy my time. Roads fork....detours are no good. Keep going and see where you end up. You'll always end up somewhere. Good or ill.

Snatch n grab

2010-09-08T01:02:00.002-04:00

Some good people kicked our front door in Sunday night while we were away. Got the TV and laptop. Thankfully we weren't here. Its kinda neat to think the fucks that took our stuff may see this, using a bookmark on our computer. our is the word. not your.

jacked...

2010-09-06T23:47:00.000-04:00

Schnapps and a fire pit

2010-09-06T00:53:00.001-04:00

Labor day n bad decisions

Misc....

2010-08-19T19:43:00.003-04:00

Mr. Beeks Jesus - DIY.
Bot board by me and JB.
Dot bot.
Old ride.
New ride.

Quickie..

2010-08-05T17:57:00.004-04:00

Absence of bots lately. Got motivated to whip one up - had to move quick before the feeling left me. Thanks John.

I'll sleep when i'm dead.

2010-07-23T22:29:00.001-04:00

Leave for Fla in 4 hours. Still up. Can't sleep. Muscle thru. Always.

Bot....via phone.

2010-07-17T22:30:00.001-04:00

Shit-tay.

Jonah!

2010-07-11T19:57:00.002-04:00

Spell check...

2010-07-09T20:40:00.003-04:00

This is a double sided sign - saw it while driving. Pulled around to the other side to see if it had the correct spelling. Nope.

The thought of me repulses me...

2010-07-02T15:10:00.002-04:00

Haven't heard this in around 8 or 9 years. It popped into my head for some reason while siting on the couch today. I'm not so into the screaming thing ....but it's still fkn good. Memories. Good and ill.

60 watts, brighter than my future,
an empty forty, fuller than my life,
there must be more, sometimes i don't think so,
maybe i'm right. maybe there's no such thing as a brighter side
A sultry night stare at moons from rooftops,
A broken engine, poisoned never dry,
I pour my heart out to a god that doesn't listen,
You said you'd save me. You said you'd love me always but you lied.
And i can't dry my eyes and there is nothing left inside,
one day. the day. the day that i said i,
my heart inside was cold so that you didn't know,
so all and you, you won't love me at all,
the leaves come down,
there is no sound,
and if i fall would you notice at all?
the thought of me repulses me,
but you'd say you took me anyway,
i am so alone on a corroded city rooftop,
i saw you walking, you didn't say anything,
you always told me that you'd never stop loving me,
but you stopped before you started and now all i have is lies.
What am i gonna be?
Who am i gonna be?
afraid,
repressed,
And now that i feel lost,
Well i wish that you had grown
while i bleed all alone,
the falling rain
is what is left for me
Were gonna be
what's left for me
what is there to learn?
there is less than nothing,
i thought you'd be. be there for me
you weren't there. you weren't anywhere.
You lied right to my face
you broke my fucking heart,
One day, one day you tore my heart apart.
And i have nothing,
And i am nothing,
im piss,
im shit,
i am less than nothing.

Turtles

2010-06-18T23:49:00.000-04:00

Sh!t canned....w/ notice.

2010-06-18T21:06:00.004-04:00

At work...about a month ago, a coworker quit because she just couldn't take it anymore (was an over dramatic and extremely moody person.) As unpleasant as she was, she really new her job and did it well. The company had to hire 2 fellows to fill her position. These guys were hired on w/ the comapny straight up w/o using a staffing service / employment agency.

Meanwhile, I have been there for just over 6 months as a temp-to-hire employee. On Monday of this week another new person started. Another straight hire. The 3rd w/in a month. The cogs in my heard started turning, making me realize something was not right.

Management told me that this 3rd person was brought on to assist accounting and provide back up to me when needed. I have been training her on my job all day, every day. Finally I emailed my boss asking him what the company's plans were w/ me - if I would be hired on as a permanent employee, or if they were going to let me go at some point. The next day he approaches me and asks to discuss my email.

After buttering me up and telling me things I already about my position and the company, he starts hinting around that my position may not be needed after August. While still dropping subtle hints, I ask him point blank - how much time do I have left here. His response was "two weeks". "Two weeks, really", I said. A few more words were exchanged. I said" ok", and exited on my own accord, not knowing if the conversation was finished or not. If I wouldn't have asked, they would have said peace one random day, leaving me unemployed w/ no notice. How considerate.

In the 6 months I've been there I have been incredibly stressed, lost sleep because of this stress, worked 12-14 hour days w/o lunch or breaks, and grown a strong disliking (hate if you will) towards the girl I assist. I refer to her as The Cunt. I reserve this word for special people. She is one of them.

There are many more stories and things things that I would like to share, but I'm watching a skate video and have to make myself another drank. Below is an email that my boss sent out last night welcoming the new persons to the company as well as letting everyone know that I will not be there after 2 weeks. I have removed names. The part about me (SMcK) is in green. The personal challenge will be finding a job. Also, this email was sent to everyone except me.

Dear All

Let me introduce our new Logistic Team that comes to strength our Atlanta Office. This group will be lead by$ , ex-employee of $ in Atlanta, with a Bachelor on Business Administration with Mayor in Logistics and Intermodal Transportation, he is assisted by $$$$$$ also with a Bachelor of Business Administration with Mayor on Logistics and Intermodal Transportation, both from The Georgia Southern University, and $$$$$$ with 10 years of experience in Account Payable and Receivables, graduate from The Oakland University with a Bachelor of Business Administration with Mayor in Economics. All together will respond to our continuous growth, providing support to our Sales Team and a high quality assistance to our customers and vendors.

Their immediate duties are:

$$$$$ taking control of the frozen and wine inventory

$$$$ is processing orders in SAP and doing the frozen releases and 10+2. $$$$$$$ is taking over fresh salmon working together with SMcK

SMcK goanna be with us for another two weeks training $$$$$. After that he goanna leave the company to pursue a personal challenge.

Please welcome and lets give them all the support they goanna need during the learning process.

Thanks very much.

Thanks fuckers. I hate challenges.

Pictures of better days

2010-06-08T22:07:00.000-04:00

Mixed Signals

2010-04-20T22:16:00.002-04:00

Skateboard. Good.
Coffee. Real Good.
Using your friends. Um...not good?

Once it hits your ears....

2010-04-15T23:16:00.001-04:00

Lost the confidence to write a song,
So I found three simple chords
And held them together with my weak voice
On an out of tune guitar
My father gave to me.

May Elvis turn in his grave
And Les Paul kiss my dirty, calloused fingers
And may the likes of this song never make
One fucking dollar,
leave it for a demo tape
To be played until it's broken,
Then remembered only for what it was.

That we gave them hell
That we gave them hell
That we gave them hell

That we gave them hell
That we gave them hell
That we gave them hell

To my friends and enemies who could of been anything,
Titans and heroes who found sruvival in cause and effect.
Behind counters,
Behind windows,
Striving just
To be people
With bitter ideals of justice.
Do we only need to keep working because it pays rent?
Sleeping under plastic stars glued to ceiling,
Muscles burning alcohol and nicotine
Every morning.

But we gave them hell
But we gave them hell
But we gave them hell

But we gave them hell
But we gave them hell
But we gave them hell

There's a height beyond skyscrapers,
There's a distance beyond the freeway,
More than pictures in a magazine,
More than tragedy in a rock and roll song.
It's more than actions you know are safe to make.
It's more than money could ever buy.

Are we working to live and die in American cities?
Living to work and die in American cities,
And dying for what we worked.

Resurrection

2010-04-04T19:17:00.002-04:00

The South....

2010-03-30T21:13:00.003-04:00

Recently bought a new used vehicle. I asked the salesman what I thought would be a fairly easy questions for him to answer - "Does the passenger side air bage turn off?" Having a child, you don't want the air bag to deploy and eject your lil' one from it's seat. When the salesman did not have an answer to my question, we decided to check the next best thing - the Owners Manual.

Opened the glove box to get the manual. There was no manual there. ? This is what we found in stead. Owners Manual for Life. I asked the salesman - "what's this"? His reply was "Oh, that's just a little something we put in all of our cars. It's the New Testament." "Oh", I replied.

I never received the vehicles manual. However, I did receive a PDF version that the salesman was nice enough to send me in an email. Thanks. This will be handy when I'm broke down. As the sale was being wrapped up, I contemplated giving the literature back to the salesman. Being the passive person I am, I didn't for fear of offending him. At the same time, I was offended that he (and his establishment) felt the need to provide me w/ this shit. Gods roadside assistance.....

Jarvis Cocker vs. William Shatner

2010-03-28T20:56:00.001-04:00

Fetus of Christ w/ a fist full of scars

2010-03-20T00:48:00.003-04:00

Had a damn fine evening w/ good company. Jammed this before and after. Tubed it when I got home.....a way w/ words....scary times.

ShArt.

2010-03-13T20:41:00.004-05:00

While going through some stuff, I found these forgotten gems.
Butt cloud, poop rain.
The other 2 are self explanatory.

Zebra!

2010-02-18T19:39:00.002-05:00

I spend about 8-10 hours in traffic each week commuting to work.

Today's reason., a zebra escaped from the circus. A fucking zebra.

Tough as nails - Part 2

2010-02-17T19:28:00.003-05:00

First black eye. And yes, he sleeps in this position.

Yeah Kimmel!

2010-01-17T14:33:00.001-05:00

I'll keep them w/ me until the very end.

2010-01-07T21:49:00.001-05:00

Laughing until it didn't hurt

2010-01-07T20:54:00.001-05:00

Ride. Rode .Has Ridden.

2010-01-07T18:54:00.003-05:00

It's a good feeling flipping her over and looking at the marks you've made, the damage you've done. Always. Thanks Shawn!

Tough as nails

2010-01-06T19:56:00.002-05:00

Dude hit his head today. Scared the sh!t out of me. Cried for a minute or so, then went back on about his business. Tough and fearless. Can't wait till' he steps on those four wheels.

Skate Key

2009-12-31T17:05:00.003-05:00

Found this going through some stuff - has to be close to 20 years old.

2009-12-18T20:59:00.001-05:00

Blake.

2009-12-16T00:21:00.003-05:00

Traditions cont......

2009-12-01T22:31:00.009-05:00

Traditions...

2009-12-01T22:20:00.002-05:00

Heard Hank Jr's on the way home tonight. Listened to GG's when I got in the house.

Most recent....

2009-11-28T16:25:00.008-05:00

This old Schwinn was beat to sh!t. Paint was chipped everywhere. Both derailleurs were bent. No cables. Rust on everything chrome. Had fenders and a basket that were too far gone to mess with. How things like this happen is beyond me....

Stripped down and rattle canned. Revived.

One of those songs....

2009-11-21T20:13:00.001-05:00

No.

2009-11-18T20:43:00.000-05:00

No lens. No steady-shot. No editing skills. No idea of what song to use.

First painting.....

2009-11-04T17:37:00.000-05:00

didn't go so well.

Burning bodies hanging from poles.

2009-10-31T03:15:00.000-04:00

CowBOT

2009-10-30T16:30:00.000-04:00

Thanks Joe!!

Heart sh!t.

2009-10-05T13:47:00.000-04:00

.........more bikes.

2009-10-05T13:32:00.000-04:00

This charming....house.

2009-09-17T14:58:00.000-04:00

There is this old welcome mat on the front walkway to our house. It looks like sh!t- extremely worn out and a few letters are missing from Welcome. I guess it doesn't bother me that much, because it's still there. Found this little surprise when I lifted it up.

I say hello and it's goodbye again.

2009-08-19T11:52:00.000-04:00

A few more that have passed through my hands over the last year or so.

Stellllllllaaaaaaaaa!

2009-08-13T15:37:00.000-04:00

This is my previous car, Stella. She's a little old now and has a few miles on her, but is still lookin' good and is doing well w/ her new man. When we split up I was certain that she wouldn't be around much longer....five years later here she is from the back. Get it girl.

Bummer

2009-08-03T14:39:00.000-04:00

True Bot.

2009-07-21T21:53:00.000-04:00

This is something that I finished up a while ago. Took forever to do...on and off for about for about 5 or 6 months. I officially hate this song now. I was never really that big on it, but it worked for what I was wanting to do....a storyboard w/ the robots. I couldn't find a free program and didn't really feel like paying for one that I was only going to use only once....fuckin "Evaluation Copy" mark. Oh well, that's what I get for being cheap. Sorry for wasting your time.

Diligence.

2009-07-20T08:57:00.000-04:00

So.... a couple of days ago I volunteered to go in and talk to 24 8-12 year olds about skateboarding. One week of their summer camp was called Skate and Create. During the week they learned about the skateboard, it's components, and how to put everything together. The boards were blanks, so the kids spent a day or two designing and painting their own graphics - which was awesome.

I showed the kids a skate video, which they loved for about the first half hour or so. After that they started getting restless as kids ( and I) do when they are made to sit still for long periods of time. Once the video was over, the kids kind of split up into groups and did their own thing. Some ate snacks. Others played board games.

During this time, I noticed a girl diligently working on something by herself, an important project of some kind. Getting up from the floor to get scissors. Cutting. Getting up to get a marker. Coloring. Getting up to get a hole punch. Punching. Etc. Etc. As we were about to leave and the kids were lining up w/ their buddies, the little worker handed me something w/o saying anything - she reached out her hand, I reached out mine, the silent hand off was made.

This is what she was working on.....for me. From her. A skateboard.

Stuff.

2009-06-15T16:06:00.000-04:00

Our new home. As my friend Amy says - we are home-o's (owners) now.

Jonah chillin' w/ Norm.

My bike that I just sold today. We did well for almost a year. We had some good times - a few rides to Stone Mtn and many many rides around town here and in Jersey. And some bad times - flats and chain popping off in 30 degree weather. I hated her when she pulled that sh!t on me - could be a real bitch sometimes. It's time to move on. I still love her but the feeling just wasn't the same same anymore when I rode her, oh and how I rode her sooo. Sorry baby. The best of luck to you. I hope your new man treats you well. xoxo

Cheerios

2009-06-11T21:19:00.000-04:00

Dude loves em'. Would eat em' all day if I'd let him. Just throw some down on his tray and he's good to go.

Nadda.

2009-05-26T22:08:00.000-04:00

Older befores and afters. Blah......

Thank you ODL.

2009-05-15T09:31:00.000-04:00

Last night, while on my way to meet a couple of friends (not Monica, Chandler, Ross, Rachel, Joey, and Phoebee), I got lost while trying to find the bar. Although I knew I was close, I didn't feel like driving around until I found the place. So what does one do when they are in this position? Ask for directions? Since I was in a neighborhood and there were no gas stations/stores around, I settled for the next best (and only) resource available. Yes, a middle aged drunk woman walking down the street.

I slowed down as I approached her, the way one would do when propositioning a prostitute. "Excuse me, do you happen to know how I would get to so and so." You know you're in for a treat when a persons response begins with "well, what you wanna do is." She continued to give me directions to a place that was back near my house. I knew the place that she was directing me to and it was not where I needed to go. As she sensed the hesitation and doubt in my voice and response, she left her spot on the sidewalk and approached my drivers side window.

She stated that she was on her way to get a beer from the BP gas station. I knew the gas station, and it was at least a mile away. She was going to walk one mile one way for one beer. She said that she could get me to where I was going if I could give her a ride to the BP. "Yeah, sure" I said, not thnking anything of it. She's helping me out, giving her a ride to get a beer seemed like an even trade. As she got into my car, this is when I realized just how drunk she was. Her slurred speach and scent were that of one who is slightly intoxicated. Not highly, just slightly.

We made small talk along the ride. She said that she had been in the neighborhood for 40 years, since she was four years old. She told me about her family. Two daughters, 25 and 23, and one son who was 14. He was graduating the eighth grade tomorrow (now today) May 15th. She was so excited that her son was passing the eighth grade that she decided to celebrate. By celebrate, I take it she meant downing a few beers.

I must hand it to her. She really knew her way through all of the back streets as well as all of the street names. I was very impressed. I let her know that I had a beer left over from skating earlier and that she was more than welcome to it for helping me out. She accepted it and said that she didn't want to open it in the car while we were dirivng. That was very nice of her. I continued to drive and followed her directions as we weaved through the back streets.

Somehow, we ended up at the BP so she could get her beer. We pulled up to the front of the store and parked. She sat in the passenger seat for several minutes and continued to talk about stuff, mostly repeating herself. It was almost as if she was studying for a test. Starting to get aggrivated, finally, I said to her, "I'm kinda in a hurry" and suggested that she should go in and buy her beverage. I was debating whether or not to leave while she was inside making her purchase. I feel/felt bad for thinking that, but I just wasn't sure what I had gotten myself into. She said that she didn't need to buy a beer now since I had given her one. So, all that driving around was for nothing - a total waste of time. Now I was stuck in the car w/ her while she took me on another indirect route back to her street/home.

She continued to repeat herself, how she was so happy about her son making it through the eighth grade. It was around this time when I realized that this lady was awesome. She was just wandering around her neighborhood, slightly drunk, having a good time, all by herself. She got us back to her house and gave me directions to my destination that began with "well, what you wanna do is." She continued to thank me for the beer I had given her and offered me a dollar for it. I insisted on not taking the dollar and that the beer was for the directions/entertainment she had provided to me. She thanked me for the ride (even though I really didn't take her anywhere) and said she was so happy that she had made a new friend. She did make a new friend, although I'm pretty sure that I will never see her again.

I made it to meet my friends and explained to them why it took me so long to get there. I'm sad that I don't remember my new friends name. I'll just call her Old Drunk Lady. Thanks for the directions Old Drunk Lady.

Feel it. Take it in. Soak it up. Wear protection.

2009-05-12T10:58:00.000-04:00

More older stuff....inspired by the sun. Warmth.

Muscles burning..........

2009-05-07T22:18:00.000-04:00

alcohol and nicotine.......... every morning.

What won't hurt?

2009-05-05T20:24:00.000-04:00

Thank you Mr. Dwight Yoakam for writing this song and providing me w/ a title for this blog. The acoustic version is much better. Another great one of his is "This drinkin' will kill me". I wanted to name it after that song, but the title just didn't work - it wasn't obscure enough. So here we are....

Steady Rollin'

2009-05-01T08:53:00.000-04:00

The second pic is of Joe and my son Jonah just before we left Jersey. The first pic is of the bike that Joe is riding from Brooklyn, NY to Philadelphia, PA today 5/1. From Philly he will be riding to the Richmond, VA area and from there he will be riding to the St. Augustine, FL area.

The bike w/ all of his gear must weigh close to 100lbs. Riding this thing around the block would be challenging enough. Riding it 1,500 miles will will just reiterate the fact that Joe is a tough mother fucker.

Joe - if I was religious, I'd be praying for you. But I'm not, so I won't. I think a simple good luck will do. I'll be thinking about you - be safe homie.

Ugggggh

2009-04-30T10:18:00.000-04:00

AM! last night. Not feelin so well this morning. Bed at 3. Up at 7.

Coffee and peanut butter Cap'n Crunch. Water and generic Advil. With the combination on these along with this story title on Yahoo.....I'm slowly starting to feel better - "Girl beats off muggers with marching band baton (AP)".

No pic for you.

WE ARE UNTOUCHABLE......

2009-04-30T01:46:00.001-04:00

UNTOUCHABLE IS SOMETHING TO BE.

*JL - I know you will muscle through anything that comes your way.

Pass my 40....of formula.

2009-04-27T15:08:00.000-04:00

This pic reminded me of that old TV show Head of the Class. I guess it's because of the song - something something, my future's so bright....I've gotta wear shades.

He'll be runnin' sh!t soon enough....just needs a baby Starter jacket and Raiders hat.

Yay!

2009-04-25T11:06:00.001-04:00

We finally have internet service in our house. Just like a girlfriend/wife/part time lover who has been gone for a while.....on it.

Donkey kicks and wheelies. Graffiti and cement.

Deaf?.....no, death.

2009-04-18T10:47:00.000-04:00

Gdm this coffee shop, again. Older stuff - Death bots.

Absolutely nothing.

2009-04-12T10:04:00.000-04:00

This is all I've got - eat your fruit.

It never fails

2009-04-05T11:21:00.000-04:00

Again, for a second day I am at a coffee shop. Pretty much the same conditions except that I am sun burned and incredibly sore from the ride I took yesterday. Although I had doubts about whether or not I would make it through the ride, I did successfully make it there and back w/o any problems.

Every year, it never fails for me to get burned by the sun and to be blessed w/ a unique tan. I am off to a great start this year, and it's only April. The pic is just a sample of one of my four limbs that I failed to protect.

Dry spell.

2009-04-04T10:10:00.000-04:00

I'm in a rut with these damn things. The ideas just don't flow the way they used to. Here's some new ones. Nothing special. Me not them.

Slightly hung over this morning. Currently at a coffee shop being that guy w/ his laptop. I hate that guy. I hate myself. I'm sure this coffee will work wonders on my already unsettled stomach/bowels. After I finish this and crapping my pants, I'm going on a 30(ish) mile bike ride - should be interesting. Toilets and bikes - ride em'.

Just a few.

2009-03-20T13:49:00.000-04:00

Sky and wires.
Bird and worm.
Frank and Erin's beautiful wedding. The sun was just right. The a$$hole in the back ground was not just right. I/he fkd up a coulple of their wedding photo's with my/his red beer cup, ciggaro, and which ever dumb face he chose to make when the button was pressed. Good times.

Cat Sh!t.

2009-03-16T22:00:00.000-04:00

My cat has bowel problems. This is from our house in Jersey. By the time I noticed it, the shit was already crusted on the base-board heater. It would not come off. She left her mark in numerous places throughout the house. You're welcome.

Awesomeness....

2009-03-14T12:34:00.000-04:00

Things awesome about yesterday and last night:
woke up and hung out w/ Jonah, coffee, spoke to Joe, short bike ride, spent the evening w/ the other Scott(gay), Crudd and Casi, and Mr. and Mrs. Pruett, saw Sally, saw Lucero, High-Life, Old Crow, Nate's birthday, spicy tofu delivered at 2 a.m., and Awesomeness image found while Google-ing to make sure I was spelling awesomeness correctly.

Things not awesome about yesterday and last night:
No Erica. No Jonah. No Norman.

More of these drawings are at http://www.lapsura.com/drawings/alphabetized.php

83 degrees...what.

2009-03-10T15:56:00.000-04:00

It's the beginning of March and it's 83 outside. Crazy. Not complaining though. Some flowers are blooming. Signs of spring. Bot of spring.

Fine art and warm weather

2009-03-06T15:03:00.000-05:00

I saw this fine piece of urban art a couple weeks ago while driving around. Went back today to get this pic. It made me laugh then. It made me laugh today. It's making me laugh now. The nun or priest who did this has got some mad skills.

The thermometer is currently at 73 degrees. Tomorrow should be a little warmer.

Drinkin' beer in the hot sun...... Can't wait.

Beater...day 2

2009-02-26T21:37:00.000-05:00

This is all I got for today. 2nd day, 2nd wheel. Before and afters of real wheel and cassette. Shiny. Decemberists. Do it.

Beater...day 1

2009-02-25T20:24:00.000-05:00

She's a beater. She'll be clean soon. Kinda like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. No, I haven't seen that movie. But, from what I've heard about it, the two could be compared. However, I cannot be compared to Richard Gere. Cannot. Do not.

Here's a few pics from the first day, the first wheel. Before and After. Satisfaction.