Its a Bummer man.



Hmmm. lets see here Lookin over this playlist.. yeah.. This'll work!



Ol Flea's on vacation,
Mr. P's chasin the moon,
Another Saturday Night,
Just me and The Tomb..

Well at least I have the good doctor to keep me company.

I was thirteen years old the first time I smoked a cigarette, and by the time that I was fourteen, I was already battling a full blown nicotine addiction. It took years of abuse on my lungs for me to realize that I had made a horrible mistake by starting to smoke in the first place. I wanted to play Football in school and that caused my first foray into kicking my habit, and was only as successful as the short length of my football career. A shoulder into the back of my hip took care of football playing days, and by the time that I turned sixteen, I was back on the nicotine full time. Its funny, when you are a teenager, you think that smoking cigarettes, somehow makes you cool. (It doesn’t.) and you think that its really just a phase and you can quit when ever you want to. (You can’t.) it took me until 1987 until my first semi successful attempt at kicking my habit came. I managed to stop for 3 full years without a cigarette, until my mother passed away in 1990, and the stress drove me right back to the smoking. Tack on another nine years and in 1999 I managed to beat my addiction to cigarettes for good, but it took my body to tell me that enough was finally enough. A slight heart attack while I was at work convinced me that smoking was probably going to kill me if I didn’t stop for good, I remember throwing a whole pack and another half into a pot of molten aluminum, and the butane lighter that I had, just ran out of butane. I haven’t smoked since, and thankfully I have no cravings for it. I have a couple of friends who are now trying their best to beat smoking, and The best thing that I have found as far as advice to give them, would be, be honest with yourself, if you can’t do it without help, then get help. Use a patch, use gum, use whatever you have at your disposal, but the only way that you will beat it is if you give your very best effort. If you wait around until your body decides to tell you that its had enough, it may already be too late.. Good luck.




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From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

~ Edgar Allan Poe ~

Last week I put in an order up at borders for a couple of books that I have been trying to locate, I had almost forgotten about it until this morning when the lady called and told me that they had came in. so over coffee this morning I quickly outlined a plan of attack for my bike trip up to the hill. I would go to borders, grab the books and maybe snag a cup of coffee on the way out, head over to best buy and grab the Breaking Benjamin CD that I have been meaning to get. Everything was going great until I hit the hill behind Wal Mart south. I was going down headed north and this Suv with a couple of kids in it cut me off, the bike came out from under me and I landed on my shoulder and then ended up on my right knee in the dirt, and the little bastards didn’t even slow down. This is the third or fourth time this has happened to me in the past year, only this time I got a license number, I was almost happy when I heard them yelling and hollering out the window like it was all a big joke to them, I wonder how much fun they’re gonna have after I fill out that police report and the cops come knocking on mommy and daddy’s door. The bike is ok and I’m no worse for the wear except for the bumps and what will definitely turn into some bruises. you know, its weird though, the first thing that I thought about doing as soon as I walked Through the door, is write a post about it, I guess I really am a blog addict. I’m going to go to the police station and then come home and take another shower and maybe sit and try to relax with the Dylan Thomas book I scored at Borders.. I’ll be back later for Saturday Night Music..

See ya’s all later tonight.


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There is so much unrest here in Cyber land. So much bickering and fighting, it is becoming mind numbing, so I turn off the computer, step outside the door into the cool evening air, the side stairwell has been closed off so there’s no foot traffic going by the Tombs front door to speak of, no fighting, no bickering, no childish taunts from the town criers.. Just me and the cool night air, I go back inside and grab me a cup of coffee, I come back out and set it on the bistro table and put up my feet up. I close my eyes for a moment and let the sounds of the city take me away from that dark place, I breathe in and the scent of a lilac bush fills the air around me, yeah man.. Peace.. I’m lovin it.. My eyes are still closed when a new scent intoxicates my sense’s Its then I hear her voice through the city scape and all of its sounds.
“What The matter Baby?”
“I dunno Doc, I guess I’m just a little out of sorts you know?”
“ In regards to what?”
“That’s just it Doc, lately its everything, nothing seems right anymore, I have no focus on anything, I sit down to write and draw a blank, I go to the Stream to try and visit with my friends there, and we’ve got these morons from the chatroom bully gang targeting and attacking people, everything is out of whack.”
“Disruption in the Force?”
I consider the question seriously.
“Yeah well lately its been more like a farce.”
“Well what will you do?… give up?”
Another good question.
“Nah.. That’s never been the answer.. Maybe I’ll just sit by the banks of the stream and wait.”
“Until the muse comes back?”
“Till whatever it is passes I guess Doc.”
“By the way Scratch, Barney has been in therapy sessions with me all week..”
“Yeah? What for?”
“He says that HIS imaginary friends are ignoring him lately..”
“Barney has imaginary friends now?”
“Don’t laugh Scratch… he was talking about you.”

Scratch..