Chode

A friend recently got back into town from a dusty yet uneventful overseas deployment and after a phone call we met up the other night at the Whistle Stop for some cold beers and Connect-Four.  Tuesday night is game night at the W/S, and nowadays it’s the best night to rip that place up ever since the weekends became the equivalent of playing twister with a hundred pale nerds wearing tight jeans in a rickety cattle car.  As the DJ spun soothing... Read More

Kulturkampf (North Park is Dead)

My X-Box 360 got a red ring of death last night.  I found a gray hair this morning while applying my Rogaine… and North Park is dead! It was a strange day.  I woke up hungover.  My brain felt like it was wrapped in gauze, working its way through a slow burn.  My head felt obtuse, my hands clumsy.  I grabbed my laundry and headed for the Laundromat.  Powerlines hang over the city like a web.  The clunk of my coins into the machine was... Read More

Never Forget

Went out last night and had a few drinks down at the old Whistle Stopper, woke up early today and hit the gym. Hurried back to get cleaned up for a great breakfast at the Hash House (a go go) then more adventuring with camera in hand. I wish I could be more content with the fun today but some unfortunate news is weighing heavily on me right now. As every team guy and their families know there has been a fairly severe tragedy that occurred recently.... Read More

“Crappling”

I got totally ripped last night at the Whistle Stop. Kiwidumps got so fucked up that when I got back home he tackled me to the ground and we got into this drunken ground grappling session where he would jab the hell out of me in the ribs the little fucker. I was so loaded that I was just flopping around like an asshole until Shirley from downstairs rescued me with a phone call. She sounded really pissed off, “It sounds like you’re coming... Read More