NO HOLDING BACK

Sometimes, you just never know what you've been missing until the universe just goes BAM! and picks you up and puts you on THE PATH. Do you know THE PATH? It's the one you were meant to be on... you may think you're on it, but you never truly know until she puts you on it. BUT: and here's the thing- once you've been put on it, and you'll know- trust me on this- you have to not only ride the wave and forge ahead, but ya gotta give into it and go for it with everything you have, too. Fortune favors the bold, my friends. Grab it and hold fast! Life just gave me a big one. THE big one. The end all be all of all treasures, and you can bet your eyeballs I'm seizing it with gusto and guts and total fearlessness. This one is gonna be big! YES!

To crush the enemy, see them driven before me, and to hear the lamentation of their women.

"Well I take the dirt, and I take the dust, and I barbecue my meals." Damn skippy. What's all this shit with betas tryin to take my mind, energy, body, soul, money, pride, honor, dignity, integrety, etc... Civilization and the industrially insane who run it have manufactured a species of stupid worker brutes (mental betas), and soft bellied law abiders who like to talk about everything, like emotions, better ways to make more laws to protect the weak from the stupid, etc etc etc (physical betas). Just you keep em outta my way. All of em. I'm a heat seeking hammer weilding fire making thunder bringing head kickin' brainiac maniac caveman sumbitch, sumbitch; Don't fucking get in my way. I fuck like a beast, fight like beast, think like Carl Sagan on the verge of madness, and yer fucking floundering in front of me is so fucking irritating it makes my head want to pop. No fuckin' wonder my blood pressures high. I'm surrounded by fucking morons. Thank the universe I know how to spot friends n allies to buffer me from too much dealing with the public at large. Not that I don't possess a certain ammount of gentlemanly grace and an ability to empathize- but the second I sense judgement, fear, insecurity, etc I get a bit 'wolfey'. Don't be a sickly or injured baby elk in front of me... ya just get me sniffin' out lunch. I'm direct, blunt, and my hearts on my sleeve- but that doesn't mean it's an easy target. I smash through life in a straight fuckin' line pulled by a chrome helmeted, bolt tatted wild boar drawn rocket fueled chariot with stone wheels. Fucka Charlie fuckin' Sheen, man. I eat little self entitled bitches like that at 2AM after the bars close. Get the fuck outa my way- I'm comin' through. Nuff sed.

The Watcher on Fuckitall Island

If it weren't for my responsibility to the dog, I'd probably just say fuck it. My life has been filled with high adventure, righteousness, good friends, and fun interesting cameos by odd and entertaining sometimes wise characters. Bad times, and survival through em like a champ... and even more miraculously- survival through the good times! ;-) Never really was meant for this time and space. Out of step and un-synched my whole life. I honestly see no real reason to change anything other than to better execute some vague 'blaze of glory' fantasy I frequently indulge. Better living through chemistry my ass. FUCK THIS MODERN WORLD AND FUCK CIVILIZATION. Let it crumble. Maybe THAT'S why I need to change and take care of myself- other than to take care of The Boy Daigoro Lux- so I can watch it crumble and fall and laugh my ass to death. Sorry- not trying to be heavy, but my commitment to participation in this stupid pointless game has been hanging on one shitty rayon thread as far back as I can remember. Some people think it's a depressing outlook, but I don't at all mean it that way; it's all so funny to me. But I'm very glad I now get to watch it all fall with such badass kindred spirits as I've been so lucky to connect with. Hoot muthafuckin' HOOT! I kinda feel like there's a little more left to the ride, and right when I thought maybe it was time to get off. But I get off on it too much to quit just yet. Sometimes the universe throws a character or two in my path that really make me think "Oh fuck- OKAY then, maybe I'll stay just a little longer and see how THIS plays out... " Because that's what life is all about, right? Connection and friends and 'swimming' in/with the universal tides, and just DIGGING IT, right? Fuck the extraneous horseshit thrown atcha. Thank you friend, you know who you are- you're here, you're gone, and you are right fucking here in my heart. And thank you space time continuum for your waves. Surf's up!

I need a breathalizer installed on my computer...

I've decided I need to install a breathalizer on my computer so that I don't go on drunken internet rampages where I end up 'nuking' my friends' facebook pages with video posts, and go on insane spending binges with ebay and amazon... I mean, I know I NEEEEDed 'real' Jivarro JuJu filled shrunken heads, 2 fiji mermaids, a four foot tall wooden carved tiki bottle opener, a jar containing a two-headed baby, the complete Marvel Savage Sword of Conan, etc... and I know at the time every video I posted had some drunken signifigance where I knew everyone really gave a flying fuck about what I happened to be listening to for 16 hours straight... HAHAHAHA. But in the cold harsh unforgiving light of the hungover morning (2:58pm) my perspective was just a little different. No big deal really, I do want that shit, and now I get to have it, and my friends on FB are friends for a reason, but I'm not in the habit of annoying the livin' fuck outta people I dig. HAHAHAHA...

So here it is- in three months I'll have my license back. Let's see if I can keep from fucking hammering away at the keyboard like a mad drunken Dr. Phibes relentlessly beating on his organ ;)-hahahahaha-, unless it's on here, or while writing 'The Book'... no, not the bible- that silly shit's already been done; MY BOOK. Anyway, as Stan Lee would say: Nuff Said



PS- Tryin' not to only blog 'rants'. Gotta get back the bebop stream of conciousness shit, and more observational journalism. Gotta get back into the right head-space for it. Thanx for bearing with while I get my chops back in order.

Imperial entanglements over drunk driving faux pas.... (or) FUCK IT.

So, I started DUI classes today right? Intake anyway... had to finish this questionaire and speak with a councilor. Questions like "Do you ever drink until you black out?" yes. "have you had unprotected sex while under the influence?" yes. ..."Has drinking caused you to have trouble with the police ever?" No. "out of these 4 choices, what best describes you?" and out of all of them, I chose option "I do not feel I have a drinking problem." SO, she goes we see you've answered a lot of these real honestly, but I'm worried where it says you don't feel you have a problem. I said "my problem isn't drinking, I'm good at that. My problem was getting arrested." She goes " well right here it says you you never had a problem with police". I go "I haven't. I mean I was arrested and everything, but it wasn't really a problem. I got along fine with my arresting officers and everyone in my cell." She goes "Maqybe you should reassess what constitutes a problem to you." LOL... Then she goes "what about here where it says you've had unprotected sex while drunk... you don't think that's a problem?" I go "NO! I've had unprotected sex while sober, and it's not nearly as fun!" HAHAHAHA... She goes "that's not normal, Josh." I go "I'm not normal, mam." lol
So, I'm gonna reassess what exactly my fucking problem is, then....
A) My problem is getting pulled over in Burbank California for having a tattooed arm hanging out of the window while the Dickies "I'm a Cholo" blasted out of a '91 Caddy DeVille with primer spots and Dirty Donny shrunken head stickers in the back and a glow in the dark Buddy Christ on the dash. Didn't swerve or anything, and truth be told, I know when I shouldn't be driving. So it was a pre-emptive and definite profiling sort of situation. Now I'm not saying I think you should drive drunk without consequences- FAR FROM IT! But I'm saying THAT I SHOULD be allowed to drive drunk without them, until I actually fuck up. HAHAHAHAHA No, I'm not really saying that; But I DO feel someone should show visible signs of intoxication in order to be stopped in suspicion of it (my only visible sign was the cop saw me pull out of the parking lot. He was just lurking there, waiting).
B) My problem is that the State of California's biggest source of revenue is DUI's and minor drug arrests. The people are broke. The state's broke. So the state has devised a way to fleece the people it's supposed to represent. It's like Sheriff of Nottingham shit: Tax the people. If the people can't pay, you can jail them and take back the property they've been living on, and maybe MAYBE someone will put something THEY have up as collateral in order to get the jailed person out, and then they have THAT person in pocket and by the balls/ovaries.
C) My problem is, everyone who works in these programs are more than likely in recovery themselves, and have bought the entire BS hook line and sinker. I'm not/haven't. It's only a problem if I want to stop and can't. I don't want or need to. But I enjoy it every coupla weeks. I don't even ever say "Oh I'm gonna have one or two" and then just keep going, because I've never thought 'one or two' to be that appealing. I say "I think I'm gonna get fucked up, tonight", and then I do. NO PROBLEM. Or I think, "Nah- I'm not feelin' it tonight" and don't. NO PROBLEM. Anyway, nuff sed fer now; gotta get back into the blog swing o things again. Thanx fer checkin' it out.

My America... (another rant, and a review of the Blasters @ The Troc)

Along side of this horseshit corporate franchised shopping mall Starbucks shithole, where people read People, and watch crap about the Kardoucheians, and hope for a smokefree America, and a drugfree America, and where every time someone spills coffee on themselves a lawsuit ensues resulting in some chickenshit legislation outlawing paper cups... parallel to a place where the average citizen is being fucked in the pooper lubelessly against their will so regularly that they think if they vote for lube thrown in and they win, then they're doing fine... where naive and ineffectual democrats get slapped around by fat old rich republicans and the ACTUAL CITIZEN is not represented by ANYFUCKING BODY... as our fucking rights and liberties are slowly but surely stripped and pesky things like minimum wage and basic workers rights that generations of men and women fought and died for like the 40 hour workweek, the 2 day weekend, overtime, etc.. just the basics, FORGET about medical benefits or vacation time or sick days or anything so elaborate- are eliminated... where a woman can be tried for murder for aborting a child... where the politicians are nothing but dupes posing as representatives of us who fight and bicker and steal eachothers parking spaces and do everything short of pulling eachothers hair and throwing rocks at eachother like horrible spoiled children who somehow control our future?!?!?

There's another country... a country that used to have an open range and folks who lived with it... one where nothin left to lose was a pretty damn good state to be in... one where blues and jazz and rock n roll and country- and i don't mean anything to do with the 'music industry' either- but where this shit was born and played by PEOPLE... a country where hobos (and I don't mean bums, but actual travelin 'Bos) hop freight... where dudes live in their vans on the coast and surf every morning... where longhair country boys grow fields of smoke and protect them with automatic rifles... the country of outlaws and pirates and highwaymen. The land on which this place stands is all but unrecognizable as these fools believe it's ownable. It's not.

The idea of power is a complete illusion. The only reason the rulers rule is because we let them. So lets stop letting them. Just ignore them and they'll turn into infighting, inbred, ingrate mutants (which they already are anyway) and they'll simply whither and die. We'll just nod and smile when they address us, and go about our business of living. They can manipulate their politician puppets to write more laws all they want, we'll just ignore the ones that are stupid... they can take away our rights if they want- we don't care because it's all so much paper anyway. Like children, they'll scream and bitch that we're not 'playin right' and like other children we'll respond: I'm not playing this game anymore, it's dumb. We'll do our work to keep things flowing, and we'll continue to take WHAT'S FAIR- lets not become what we hate & get greedy- we can live comfortably and modestly... if they want to give less, fuck em... we smile and nod and take what we need anyway. We'll send extreme leftists to picket the compounds of extreme rightwingers and make all zealots confront eachother in that crater they shot The Conqueror in, so that those who survive the meeting will probably die of cancer anyway. We completely remove the government, otherwise and replace it with a council made up of Lemmy, John Trudell, & Lewis Black, and Rowdy Roddy Piper and we congregate once a year to discuss and settle all matters at the THING.
What got me on this kick wasn't just the negative shit goin on lately, but the positive shit too: Good ol American Music band The Blasters played the Trocadero here in Philly tonight and they still got it after over 30 years of beltin out the goodies. Phil's voice and delivery every bit as good as it was on that 1st album.

Welcome to Milktoastlandia on Planet Pussy....

So I know the days of Steve McQueen, Bogey, Lee Marvin, Chuck Bronson etc are over, but puh-lease! The pussification of society has got to stop! 'Alterno'-kids with Beiber doos and their sisters' pants are everywhere playing Warped Tour Pop about girls and emotions and feeling alienated for being a suburban wuss... The world is brainwashed into 1st of all- GIVING A FUCK about Charlie Sheen at ALL, and secondly, buying into all this Dr. Drew-esque propaganda about drugs are always bad, and anyone who does em is 'sick' with a 'disease'. On top of all that, Cap'n Crunch is being phased out.

Look man, people need to start thinking like Vince McMahon! Tiger Woods for example: Instead of making him drop out, apologize, and admit he has a 'problem', they shoulda just started running with it; I can see it now, he enters the green driven on an entirely flat-black golf cart driven by a dude dressed like Rob Halford, with 5 hot blondes draped all around it, Slayer's "Haunting The Chapel" blasting... He gets off the cart as one of the chicks takes his blunt and his forty, and he tosses his cape to the Halford dude. As he walks on, pyrotechnics EXPLODE behind him... He makes his first shot, snaps the club over his knee, pounds a forty and flips off the camera. THAT'S FUCKING SHOWMANSHIP, and he captures the hearts and minds of a whole new fanbase!

Cap'n Crunch, I'm sad to say, will be sorely missed- but why not just change the marketing strategy? Show a dude in his mid 20's to mid 30's on a couch in his boxers watching cartoons at 3pm chowin down on a bowl o' the Cap'n, with a bong sitting next to the box and a semi crushed aluminum beer can with ciggy butts stickin outta the spout.

CBS or whatever should offer Charlie Sheen a new show called 2 Hos and a Tiger Blooded F-18... too long? How about "Winning"? Put it on HBO or Showtime. Not a reality show, but a comedy with reality elements like Curb, or Entourage. I know he's a pompous asshat, but just because he fucks starlets and does blow is no reason to blacklist him... SHIT! There was a time when we EXPECTED that kind of behavior from our celebritards!

Seriously folx, nut up or shut up... REALLY!

P>S>- anyone who can afford a ton of blow and two pornstars and flyin around the world with em, doesn't 'need help'; They need a clone!

Normal Blog- back to the rant...

SO I am working on the books now, which is cool because I'll be open for more hours etc BUT: It's a Citibank check which won't verify with many check cashing institutes. Not a big deal, I have an account with BofA, I just owe them 21.69 in fees and - it being a relatively small check- I thought I'd just pay the 7 bucks or whatever to cash it and utilize the max amount available, right? Wrong- They won't cash it... ok fine BofA it is: the BofA ATM allowed me to deposit a check into an account that apparently had been closed due to inactivity, but my savings (containing 1.00 in it) was still open. I called customer service and they were explaining to me that they were sorry but they'd have to mail the check back to me, because my checking had closed. Why, I asked, can't they simply transfer the funds or check or whatever into my savings then, and take the 21.69 out of it and pay what I owe with it, and I'll open another checking account? Well, she explained, that's fine, but we still need to send the check back to me first because it was sent to the checking account- however if I'd like to pay the 21.69 I owed I could do that. So I said to her, oh I see- you're totally set up to accept my money but not set up to giving me my fucking money when the stupid fucking ATM shouldn't have accepted a fucking check into an account that had been fucking closed for 6 days already in the first fucking place... Yes sir, are you satisfied with how I handled your call? Yeah you were great! Was it as good for you as it was for me? I'm fucking spent! I need a cigarette now... and a sandwich.

This said, I hate banks... I hate banks, utility companies, paperwork, rent, taxes, no skateboarding laws, insurance coverage, helmet laws, drug laws, pharmaceutical companies, lobbyists, rich ruling class elitists & their worthless spoiled offspring, bureaucratic governments, organized religious dogma, Clearchannel, the so called Bohemian Club, Skull and Bones, and their ilk...

I hate the Pharoahs, and the Romans, and the Catholic Church, and the Frankish Empire under Charlemagne, Germany under Hitler, all kings and queens of any area and time, and the psychotic zealots who overthrow them and start slaughtering people just as shitty as the kings and queens they just overthrew. I hate "the new boss- same as the old boss", I hate fast food and convenience store managers and assistant managers with a world so small that they actually take their jobs seriously... I hate white collar call center 'key people' and 'supervisors' who give a fuck about the system they work for. I hate anyone and everyone whose only value is being a working cog in a obliviously pointless running machine. I hate rules arbitrarily placed for people to avoid confrontation or resposability or accountability. I hate physically weaker and intellectually duller people in positions of 'power' that believe a title or money is actual power.

I am not meant for this time- or at least not in a way that I've found... I should be hunting Mammoth right now... Not kidding.

Or charting the paths of the night sky and documenting it in my mind and designing massive stone calenders.

Assholes everywhere...

So, I responded to an ad on craigslist about a job interview, and spoke with a dude about the deregulation of electricity in Pennsylvania... okay, so I'm thinking it's a job interview (and trust me, they wanted a resume, told me to come in business attire- which means Tiffany spent 10bux for a suit coat for me at Goodwill, etc etc etc) w/ an Electric Company that's come to town, right? Well, sort of... what it is, is a pyramid scheme... Now, they will deny that it's a pyramid scheme, and show you charts n shit all fucking night proving that it's not. OK- I get it- it's not a pyramid because you've made a much more complex chart that- ESSENTIALLY- shows the same shit that a pyramid scheme does. What it IS, is a multilevel marketing scam, truly pissed me off being there... They wanted me to get 3 more people, get them all to switch service providers, and then for each of them to get three more, so on and so on... there were 4 of us there tonight... 1500 are training tomorrow. After 3 hours of being told up and down and over and over why we need to get on board, it turns out that in order to pull this off, each and everyone involved, would have to use their website in order to get paid; for a one time fee $199.00, and after that just $24.99 per/month, we could have access to this website. Of course you make commission, on every account you get your friends to sign up with, as do they, but then you get a little off of their commission too, so on and so forth. Do you see the problem here? The population is finite- FACT. So, say there's 5million people in Philadelphia; 1500 of those people, are paying 200 bucks tomorrow to be 'trained' to get 3 to 10 accounts, who all will pay THEIR 200 bucks and then try and get 3-10 people who then pay THEIR 200 blah blah blah... major rapid multiplication explosion, in a finite state population. Imagine if you sold AMWAY, and at every door you knocked on the homeowner tried to sell you AMWAY. Anyway, total shit. Irritated. The links in this blog are pretty awesome, I might add and I urge you to check em out...
So, here I am- back to the fucking job-search thing. The funny thing was, the other 3 people duped into finding their way out to the airport Wyndham Hotel, were buying it... and I'm not saying it wouldn't work, potentially, at this level, but eventually, someone gets fucked; sooner than later. I'm not willing to make a few bucks by being a parasitic fuckwad at the expense of my friends or strangers, even. On top of that, they were showing footage of a convention center room w/ at LEAST 2000 people already involved. Like a pyramid cult or something. FUCK THAT! These assholes spoke of how great they were doing, including  little antidotes indicating that they came from humble beginnings, as obvious as one dude talking about snow coming through his bedroom ceiling when he was a kid and eating tree bark! lol... and another guy talking about how great his life is now and how he has a great house, "even though I grew up in the ghetto" etc etc etc... When he said that, I looked at his hands... SOFT like a babies ass, soft! Like hands that've NEVER seen hardship. ANYWAY, fuck em.

On to other shit: The State Farm Insurance guy makes me want to punch him in his fucking face. I hate him. He's smug and irritating and always in some gentrified culturally diverse setting, indicating subliminally that it works for EVERYONE, not just smug, pinchy faced, know-it-all, fucktards w/ sensibly stylish sports coats.

That rant out of the way, I urge anyone in  the area to come out to the Trocadero Theatre here in Philly Feb. 3rd for an exclusive showing of: LEMMY THE MOVIE- 49% Motherfucker/51% SonOfaBitch! Should be awesome! tix are 8bux.

In it, not of it...

Sick of the left, sick of the right, don't wanna be caught in the middle, so I think I'll stay outside in the dark shadowed underbelly I've learned to call 'home'. I'll come out to fight for canned goods, clean water, a keg of Boddington's (tap required!), and 3 cartons of Camel Wides... throw in some Peanut M&M's and a Dr. Pepper, and we're good... otherwise, leave me alone. I'm happy in the fringe; to quote John Kay " I'll live outside your city walls, you don't have to be afraid until I come together". Outlaw me, I don't fucking care... I prefer it, in fact. I'll let you have your sick political battles and you let me have my mind, okay? I pay little attention to laws anyway, so how about law paying little to no attention to me? I understand the need for regulation and order, it's just not ME WHO NEEDS it... It's either that, or I start kicking down doors, bitch-slapping idiots and kicking faces in... I would rather just chill. Sick of spoiled greedy temper tantrum children running the world at the cost of millions and millions of lives. All so a tiny 1% can have 30 cars, 6 houses, 4 yachts, and high priced hookers. I SEE YOU, FUCKER! I AM seeing 'that man behind the curtain'! Knock it the fuck off, and let us evolve! Sick of living under the reign of the industrially insane. Sick of watchingthem fight and step on necks and sue and beat down and financially bankrupt and escape any consequences... Sick of watching.

Behind My Eyes... (an edited and rewritten piece) this is about standing in line at the convenience store while the clerk runs the Lotto machine. lol

YOU FUCK!!! YOU SLOW MOVING PRICK!!! WHAT IN THE SAM HELL ARE YOU FUCKING DOING?!?!? DO YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM?!? PRINCE OF PAUPERS AM I!UP FROM DREGS INTO WHICH I WAS CAST AND CAST MYSELF INTO! I'VE LIVED IN A TREE IN A PARK IN A CITY IN A NEIGHBORHOOD FILLED WITH SOCIETYS DOWNTHROWN LOST SOULS.... THE SCHIZOPHRENICS,THE TOURETTES INFLICTED;THOSE WHOSE PLEASURES BECAME OBSESSION AND WHOSE OBSESSIONS BECAME LIKE ENTITIES UNTO THEMSELVES THEREBY MAKING THE INDIVIDUAL NOTHING MORE THAN THE HOST...A GHOST OF THEIR PREVIOUS SELVES...RUNAWAYS,THE ABUSED,THE ABANDONED.....STREET HUSTLERS,HOODLUMS,CRIMINALS,TRAVELLERS,ANARCHISTS,DRUNKS,RUMMIES,JUNKIES,HOOKERS,AND DEALERS.I'VE KNOWN CARD SHARKS AND GAMBLERS,POOLSHARKS,AND RAMBLERS,AND SEEKERS SEARCHING FOR SOMETHING OUTSIDE OF WHAT SOCIETIES WALLS CONTAIN. I'VE DIED,AND KILLED AND LOVED AND HATED AND FOUGHT AND REBELLED AND NEVER FIT IN TO ANYTHING ANYONE COULD EXPLAIN IN ANY SIMPLE TERMS. I'M LIKE ROYALTY IN EXILE, BABY! AN AMERICAN HITCHHIKING FREIGHT HOPPING HOBO HANNIBAL ENEMY OF ROME. I'VE PUNCHED ROCKSTARS AND ROBBED WOULD BE CHICKEN HAWK BUSINESSMAN BOYFUCKERS AND -HOPEFULLY- MADE THEM THINK TWICE BEFORE THEY PICKED UP ANOTHER YOUNG STREET BOY OR GIRL WITH THE INTENTIONS OF DEFILEMENT OR ABUSE,AND LEFT MY MARK UPON THEIR FLESH,FOREVER A REMINDER OF THE TIME THE FLY BIT THE SPIDER. I'VE LEFT BRUTES LIFELESS IN THE MIDST OF TRYING TO STAB MY DRUNKEN LOST BOY BROTHERS. I'VE CRACKED THE JAWS OF MUGGERS AND PREDATORS OF ALL WALKS OF LIFE. I'VE SMASHED BOTTLES ON THE HEADS OF ABUSIVE COPS IN RIOT GEAR THUMPING THE HEADS OF INNOCENT AND NOT SO INNOCENT 14YR OLD KIDS TRYING TO BE TOGETHER FOR  ROCK N ROLL SHOWS IN GANG LADEN KILLERFORNIA DURING THE REAGANOMICIDAL H80'S. I'VE TOILED UNDER THE YOKE OF RICH ASSHOLES AND WATCHED THEM GET FAT ON THE SWEAT AND BLOOD OF GOOD MEN. I'VE CHAMPIONED ART,AND LOVE,AND FIRE,AND THE OCEAN AND DRAWN POWER FROM IT AS ITS THROWN MY BODY HELPLESSLY ONTO ROCKS WORN SMOOTH WITH MILLIONS OF YEARS OF UNDULATION AND POUNDING LIKE THE HEART BEAT AND PULSE OF THE UNIVERSE AND HEARD IT AND FELT IT AND FELT IT IN MY OWN RYTHEMS AND REALIZED MY RYTHEMS WERE ONE WITH EVRYTHING LIKE THE DHALI LLAMA SAID TO THE HOT DOG VENDOR. I'VE BURNED SO BRIGHTLY AND BURN STILL AND THE WIND IS FUCKING MINE AND MINE ALONE AND THE OCEAN IS MINE AND MINE ALONE AND ALONE AM I IN THE UNIVERSE AND THE UNIVERSE IS ALONE AND ALL ENCOMPASSING AND I CAN ALMOST JUST  GRASP IT AND A LINE GOES ON FOREVER..... BUT FUCK,MAN! I HATE WAITING IN LINE AND SUDDENLEY I'M BACK AGAIN AND WAITING BEHIND THE LOTTERY GUY WITH THE NOT SO AMBIGUOUSLY FASCIST IMAGE ON THE BACK OF HIS BACKWARDS ASSED RED NECK YINZER BACKWARDS BALL CAP AND I'M BACK,TOTALLY NOW.  AND NO ONE KNOWS HOW I'VE JUST QUIETLY GONE MAD BEHIND MY  EYES,OR HOW MUCH I'M TRULY OWED RESPECT FOR I'VE DONE THE DEEDS OF HEROES AND WILL CONTINUE TO DO SO.AND THE CLERK IS SLOW,AND I JUST WANT TO GET MY DR. PEPPER AND Rolling tobacco, and I just want to get back to the dog, and welcome the oncoming evening. I'd carry a lot of baggage you'd think; but a certain detatchment I possess allows me to travel light, and ready to move, so Go MAN, GO!

Tales of glory and fear pt.1

Violence at TSOL, Youth Brigade show in Hollywood... 

A friend of mine (thanx again Dano!) posted this to facebook, and made the comment 'a few bad apples could shut down a punk show These days, and it got me thinkin and ranting again, so, with some minor editing and additional text, I thought I'd use it here! So here goes:

these days? I didn't move to SF until '85, and believe me- for awhile there were riots after every other show. It irritates me how the reporter briefly states 'in the late 70's and early '80's we were famous for our clashes with authorities...' rather than how it really was: we were famous for not being compliant and just laying down when the cops showed up to break the skulls of 13-15 year old kids. It's not a matter of a couple of bad apples, it's a matter of long standing distrust and animosity between punks and pigs in the L.A. area based on some very real and enduring 'relations' damaging brutality on the parts of the police, and the long standing pack mentality of L.A. punks confronted with what they can only fairly assume at this point, is going to be a ton of brownshirt-esque tactics coming down on them from the get-go. Now, I know it's not '82-'83 anymore, but there's a very real and very violent history there. Not surprised one bit.

When I 1st moved to SF in '85, I could not BELIEVE it when everytime I saw a cop, they didn't stop me on the street, slam me against their car or a wall, go through my shit, leave it scattered on the ground and split... because I swear to you- EVERYTIME I saw a cop in L.A.- especially the suburbs- in the 80's, I was hassled. Another cute M.O. of theirs was to take guys to the parking lot of the Griffith Park Observatory and leave em up there- once in the rain-after stealing your boots, at 1am... for their amusement. This was not an isolated incident or trick of theirs either, and happened to me once, and at least 3 other people I know on separate occasions.
They hated us... without cause. For those of you who don't know, Griffith Park Observatory is where the famous knife fight scene in Rebel Without a Cause was shot... it's pretty fuckin remote, w/ no buses or anything at 1am- the walk down the road to civilization took me 3 hours what with being barefoot ...and it behing 'a long and winding road' and all... it's also filled with late night creeper cruisers (think eastside of Buena Vista Park, or GG Park by the windmills magnified 2Xs), gang jump-ins, several times its been the site for bodies being dumped, a lot of coyotes up there, psychotic hobos, etc... not fun for a suburban 14 year old kid to deal with- of course, after 2 years runnin the SF streets Griffith Park became just another street kid tale of glory, but before? Scary shit! It was almost 2 years before I stopped pulling my knife and spinning around whenever a jogger would come obliviously running up the sidewalk behind me. I STILL get tense when I hear a 'ghetto-bird' in the sky aka helicopter! Trauma man! I never realized it then, but now i realize I had a form of PTSD -and I think a lot of us did who experienced those times in that place- I'm SURE of it! heh heh.... ever see the cover of Rollins' book 'Get In The Van'? This was not some freak thing that happened one time. It was a regular occurance, and I am not shocked at all at how the Hollywood show -albeit it's now 2011!- ended up a riotous clusterfuck!

As a side note, I'd like to add that my grandfather- with whom I was very close, and I respected/respect a great deal- was an L.A.P.D. detective, as were two of my other favorite dudes on the planet (both friends of his), and that there is very real difference between veteran old school detective gunslingin badasses, and new school (even then!) patrolmen in cruisers & sheriff's deputies. NOT that I'd have ever wanted to be on the wrong side of my grandfather's and his friends' barrels! These dudes were hard-fuckin'-core! But they were/are necessary. Sheriffs deputies and radio car dicks and Beverly Hills PD, Glendale, and Burbank? Fuck them. White Flag said, in the song 'Shattered Badge' that "Just like the punks, they're not all the same- what if you called the cops and no one came?" and this point is taken to heart; but just like most punks aren't over the top jockulatory asshats, but some are- most of the Southland cops are over the top Jockulatory asshats, but some aren't.

Okay, well thanx for taking the time to read this, and remember: In the words of drive-in movie critic of the 80's , Joe Bob Briggs: "without eternal vigilance, it could happen here!"
and in the words of Stan Lee: "Nuff Said"

PS- Thanx to Dunc D. for helping me figure out how to post links in my blogs! Cheers! 
PPS- take note of the photo on the album cover the White Flag song's on, too, when you go to the link... the album is Mystic's Sounds of Hollywood COPulation Compilation LP, btw... great ol' record!

1st blog, crass commercialism, etc

So here's the deal: Starting a blog and I promise it will be filled with witty observations, film and record reviews, commentary on Fortean news items as they pop up, and maybe even snippets of 'the 1st book'... no NOT the Bible, there's older shit than that anyway- I mean my 1st Pulp/horror/crime/peepshow book... BUT! and this is a big butt... FIRST I MUST ADVERTISE!!! My Girlfriend has started an Etsy page of cool shit she makes, and I thought I'd take a shot at advertising!

Check out DEMENTED DELUXE!

wear My ghoulfriend's scares, wares, wears, and tears! Where? HERE! Buy or die! Wear or be square! Ladies- you look loverly! Look even more loverlier wit deez delightful doo-dadz!  Or buy for your sissy-ass emo boyfriends before they cry! Be the first on your block! Each item unique and one of a kind! Not yer style? No problem! Sponsor a ghoulish gal who digs the ghastliest gas in town! Looks great in yer fancy fuckin updoo! Make that stupid hairdon't into a fancy hairdid! The final touch-too-much for just a few bux! GUYS- Gotta girl who always whines about what a shit you are for never buyin her stuff anymore? Shut her the fuck up with a bitchin brooch or fancy barrette for an affordable price- then lie about how much it cost and STILL be able to get that 30pack of Keystone Light or whatever crap you pour into your fat fuckin gullet!Ugly broads- buy this stuff because it's bitchin' and will make you pretty! Pretty girls- Buy this stuff, too! You always are wantin shit anyway- well now you want this!

you WILL Check out the Demented Deluxe facebook page and 'like' it, too.

And look in the coming summer for items from WaywardWear Tees and patches brought to you by yours truly! Don't be a dick- quit lookin' like a pussy in WaywardWear Tees!  

ok! Thanx for letting me shamelessly plug away atcher consuming maw... until next time! Cheers- Hammerin' Hanke