Been a prrretty nice July week over here, actually.

Damn...

Went out for Sunday evening pow-wow with The Twins
at the Black Sheep. Troublesome news from the Dark Side
reach my ears. Someone is selling toxic tainted meth in
town - one of my oldest living friends, Wolfman Jaxon,
has spent 5 days in intensive care now. He came to out
of coma yesterday - and asked for a gun to blow his own
brains out...

The decent elements of the Dark Side are angry as f**k.
I do not like where the whole thing is heading

Just hope our old friend survives with functions intact

Kindest soul in town, just...a true Old School speedster.
The nicest, gentlest goddamn trouble magnet you ever met.

Shit.
Shitfuck.

There's gonna be violence...and everyone except the bloody
useless cops knows it...

Tbh I'm surprised the Wolfman is still alive even without this latest ordeal

A Knock on the Door
wake up call

Get up off the floor
and run down the Hall

Ya can't play Meth
in the old fashion way

It'll cause your death
in a new kind of way

I'm sorry to tell
your bell's been rung

Next stop is Hell
Hope ya have fun .

~~~~~ Ode to Speedsters who faded away ``~~~~~~~

Never seen anything good come out of it,
especially not in the long run.

Not to touch that shit, realized that a long,
long time ago.

After Wolfman J is gone, there'll be only 1
of them left in town, the old school born-in-
the-50's speedster gang. Gotsta be lonely
as f**k...

The idiocy of our dear retard Officers at the local P.D.
scares me way more than any underworld activities,
though. The gods help us all, if/when things go South
for real. Those cretins will be just as dangerous as the
potential roaming jihadi bands

The old beat cop of my childhood days would have
solved the bad speed shituation in a matter of minutes
just bloody talking to people...rocket science and
brain surgery it is. The modern paramilitary style seems
to create more trouble than it prevents. And they seem
to recruit nothing but the stupidest, most fascistoid
characters.

Fekk...

...trying to have my traditional lunch java downtown
in peace and quiet - no can do. Female beggars,
looking all healthy, fit and able-bodied running
from table to table with their bloody paper cups
stretched out and a sob story in badly broken
English.

I explain to them that I am only a breath and a down
better off than they are, and warmly recommend the
bottles-and-cans racket.

In reply - not sure they understood a word I just
said in my best School English - I got angry chatter
and body language, clearly conveying entitlement,
as if I owe them mon€y because they're brown and
therefore to be pitied.

Nope.
Not 1 red cent.

They are not from Finland I take it?

...aaand on my way home, I get called at a distance
by a young jihadi, sitting in the sidewalk. I stop, tell
him in a loud and clear voice to please not call me
like a dog, but to come up to me instead, if he wants
me something.

He does, shows me a fat, heavy gold ring and asks
me if I want to buy it. I politely decline, with a quote
about silver and gold from an ancient wiseman.
Was still laughing as I enter the grocery store, followed
by angry arabic/pashtun/something curses.

Somebody is teaching these folks (in their homelands
already? In Turkey? In Italy?) that they are owed
something by us, the bloody Finns.
Fuck off.

The heck did he expect?
That I'm gonna come running like a lap dog because
he calls for me, complete stranger in the street?
Him 19, me 53?
Mbwahhahhahhahh.

Try again, Abdullah.
Dready no dhimmi.
Not now, not effin' ever.
I owe you jack shit.

Where did you steal that ring, btw..?
Sure as heck looked like you didn't want anybody but
me to see it, huh.

Shit.
Gotta ignore that shit for a while...seems I'm starting
to attract it. Stay the eff away from me, please.

(07-31-2017, 01:52 PM)Strigoi Wrote:   They are not from Finland I take it?

Nope.

From, literally (in the word's true meaning) thousands
upon thousands of miles away.

Looking at me like they are my natural responsibility
for some effin reason.

This bullshit got to stop.
All there's to it.
Send them back home.

They travel from hundreds of miles away to beg for pocket change?

No, they travel from thousands of miles away, to beg for pocket change.

Welcome to the U.S.A.'s situation .

sorry , they had to be spilled over onto you , but , we ran out of room here .

btw . can ya send a Bloke 50cent.

Wow, that was some thunderstorm!

What a grand KA-BOOOOOMOMROMMMOMMM!!!

The whole town without 'lectric for a good while. :)

So I lit a candle.

Hell Tor..!

(07-31-2017, 02:07 PM)Accidental Stoner Wrote:  ...aaand on my way home, I get called at a distance
by a young jihadi, sitting in the sidewalk. I stop, tell
him in a loud and clear voice to please not call me
like a dog, but to come up to me instead, if he wants
me something.

He does, shows me a fat, heavy gold ring and asks
me if I want to buy it. I politely decline, with a quote
about silver and gold from an ancient wiseman.
Was still laughing as I enter the grocery store, followed
by angry arabic/pashtun/something curses.

Somebody is teaching these folks (in their homelands
already? In Turkey? In Italy?) that they are owed
something by us, the bloody Finns.
ğck off.

The heck did he expect?
That I'm gonna come running like a lap dog because
he calls for me, complete stranger in the street?
Him 19, me 53?
Mbwahhahhahhahh.

Try again, Abdullah.
Dready no dhimmi.
Not now, not effin' ever.
I owe you jack shït.

Where did you steal that ring, btw..?
Sure as heck looked like you didn't want anybody but
me to see it, huh.

shït.
Gotta ignore that shït for a while...seems I'm starting
to attract it. Stay the eff away from me, please.

He saw your dreads and figured you for a softy lefty type.

Getting time to channel the spirit of Simo.