They made me go through hell without realizing I'd already done my time. 

One more thing

 I’ve been blogging since 2005 and I’ve been told, or should I say warned, multiple times the consequences of my writings.  That’s why I live in a two room cabin with my dog.  I’m fully aware this is public it’s not a secret.  But why would I lie?  I’m not.  I was there.  Let the chips fall where they may. 

Raider fans anonymous

I've been slightly depressed by the end of the football season, as if it is not depressing enough to have been an undercover Raider fan since the 90s.  That's where it gets complicated, all these years laughing on the outside and crying on the inside.  A sad clown, who never had the makings of a varsity athlete...

Raider fans have complicated lives. All you need to do is ask a handful of them, and I'm sure they’ll have stories that could raise the hair on the back of your neck.  I spent enough time babysitting them in state prison, handing out aspirin and toilet paper so regular people could lead ordinary lives. You should be glad we have prisons.  

I put that ordeal in the rearview mirror a long time ago until my sister's husband got out of the pen and made a beef about it.  Fuck that guy.  If you had any idea who that piece of slime was who did that cheesy prison art in downtown Bako, you'd have that shit sandblasted off.  The last time I was in town, when I saw the work, it all made sense.  That coward mothefucker needed to finish me off so he could do his little artwork, and that sister of mine helped him.  He's not supposed to be in Kern County as a condition of his parole, considering his victim is still alive and well, living there.  

The felon that this bleeding heart liberal brought home, who just so happened to be absconding on parole, but he lied, or I'd have body slammed him and choked him out, and she knew it, turned out to be a lazy, racist, drug addict, thief.  

Enjoy that artwork though, whenever you drive by it I want you to remember the person they almost killed to do it, that's me.  Ironically, this modern masterpiece is only a few blocks from the downtown jail; that dude doesn't deserve any honor whatsoever.    

My sister and her husband belong in prison together.  Along with anybody else who was part of that bullshit deal where they tried to kill me and told a bunch of lies to my old friends, the cops.  Who then saw fit to harass the dogshit out of me until I left California for good.  They wouldn't even take a report on the attempted murder thanks to my sister and her little badge.  Thanks for destroying my business and making me homeless. Don't worry about me, I'm still standing, no thanks to any of you.  And I'm not going away, and I'm not giving up because right makes might every time.  

And the band played on...

 Since so many are hanging on my every word, why keep them waiting?  This ones a real barn burner, well, ahhhh, almost.  

I live in a barn like Dalton from roadhouse and today I went to town to replace my air fryer because the old one burned to the ground, quite literally.  

In my haste to complete the spring cleaning in January, I placed the air fryer on the stove top, which seemed harmless enough.  I began the operation of preparing prime sirloin burgers for myself and the dog.  

Approximately 7 minutes into the operation, the son of a gun began smoking.  I thought perhaps a piece of the wax paper had fallen into the burners. What else could it be?   

As I pulled the fry basket from the unit, a huge plume of grey smoke erupted into the kitchen.  The entire room was filled with toxic fumes.  Then I saw the red glow underneath the unit and thought what the heck is going on?  As I unplugged the thing, it moved to reveal that the back burner on the stove was accidentally turned on to the highest setting, and the plastic air fryer was in full meltdown mode on the stovetop!  It was like staring at a miniature Chernobyl in the face.  It was hot and toxic.

Only I can accomplish such a task.  What a mess, but the burgers were saved.   The dog loved them.  

There was an aluminum liner at the bottom of the unit, which was filled with wax from the manufacturer.  Very strange, none the less its gone that stuff smoked like no tomorrow, another tragedy was averted, lesson learned.  Never set anything on the stove top except cookware; it's a good policy.

A new airfryer was a good idea anyway, Merry Christmas.    

This is fine

As I've written multiple times, all I ever wanted to do was clear out of that acursed town and start anew.  

It was pretty simple: I fuck off, you fuck off, and we live our lives separately in different parts of the world.  So far, that's what has transpired, with some minor inconveniences here and there.  In other words, you chumps can bust balls all you want, but I still got your number.   Living alone in the woods with my faithful companion, Ashleigh the Dog, made my life much better, regardless of what any criminal organization back home puts on me.  These freaks continue to double down on stupid, and all I have to do is collect the evidence.  It's not a game.  My record speaks for itself.  How many of you have ever run inside a burning house and rescued a dying man?  It's not my fault that the guy was committing a felony; I didn't know that at the time.  After they tried to clip me the same week the case was adjudicated, these dickheads at the DA's office decide to punish me?  Let their record speak for itself; all you have to do is open the newspaper.  Perverts.   

You don't see my name in there involved in any type of scandal, but they are.  This is fine.    

The Naked Universe

There are 8 million tales in the naked universe, this is one of them...

There really isn't, it just sounded good.  I don't have a story; a writing app suggested the title.  This is lame.  

Ive been going through some changes.   

This old desk

 

After all this time, I’ve got my old desk back in order, complete with all my regalia, paraphernalia, memorabilia, and collectibles.  The desk itself is antique; otherwise, the rest of this stuff is junk.  The only person who doesn't look distorted is Elvis because he can see through all the bullshit.  I can barely work with him staring at me...  

JFK looks like Vinny the Chin.