pain in me face

for a very sweet memorial by my good friend John for my good friend Daniel who recently passed away please check out....
http://www.100wattproductions.com/

I got punched in the face yesterday too by the way...
I was very emotional after dropping my son off at Gina's.
I needed to talk to a friend and called him from a payphone.
As I was speaking to him I became more emotional and started crying.
(if you did not know I was a sissy...now ya do eh?)
A Mexican guy walked in the store near the end of my phone call.
When I had hung up the phone the same Mexican guy came walking out of the convenience store and laughed at me and pointed at me calling me a "little bitch".
My response... "Fuck Yourself".
He did not seem to see the humor I did in my response and walked over to me punching me in my right cheek. He then stood there waiting for me to fight back, I was too damn sad and tired to get arrested for beating a Mexican half to death so I just stood there and told him this. He walked away laughing and the clerk inside the store ran out yelling..."I got his plate number do you want me to call the cops??", I just said no and that I wanted to get home. so i did. The thing that pisses me off now is that I could have beat the living shit out of that short, sissy punch fuck... ih well.

lame eh?


goodnight rat bastards as I am falling asleep on these keys.

writing to come soon-ish

Captain PirateFace









































































p.s.

i like your mom

sailing these seas of cheese (thanks Primus)

So.

Today I took my son to the Calico Basin and to Bonnie Springs.
My son is badass... we took a hike up a high trail that leads up and over a mountain and then down into a wash... he conquered that shit like he had done it a hundred times before. And when we ran out of trail he wanted to keep hiking until we got to the "Dark Mountain", a mountain being covered in rain. I had to tell him no and he was pissed. Bonnie Springs is depressing and everything is fucking broke... and they charge you $20 to get in...ripoff. The only good thing was watching this all black chicken hanging off the edge off a tin roof that hung near the petting zoo trail sweat people, especially teenagers as they walked buy. He sweat the shit out of me too it was funny as hell. Oh buy the way we found out that my Dad was wrongfully diagnosed with Hepatitis C...thank God. Other then that the day was OK. The outlying mountains near Red Rock are amazingly beautiful especially on a rainy day.

On a more somber note...

My friend Daniels funeral was very sad and I had a hard time keeping composure, especially after seeing him in his coffin for the first time.
and that's all I really want to say about that.


Captain PirateFace

so......FUCKASS!

My friend Daniel passed away recently due to heart failure and his funeral is on Friday.
I will be attending and it will be very hard.

If you do not know me well you better stay away from me that day.

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Not much thought processing today... kinda in retard mode (sorry retards!)
I have been thinking a whole lot about Hunter S. Thompson...
And even though he decided to kill himself and take his own exit I kinda want to
re-assembel his cannon blasted ashes and punch him repeatedly in the face for
giving up on this strange and cursed world we live in.
I dare you to read anything by the man and not find one quote you will either believe in,
fall in love with or laugh at. He was a selfish brilliant asshole and even though I never
got to meet him and mingle our different kinds of insanity together I miss him dearly.

What a fuckass.

I can't even open this face up enough to give you the poison pulsating and belching from my brain. I can't make you understand the strange rabid dog thoughts I posess and cry to and jerk off to. I can't make you see me as I really am as I am a liar and a master of disguise and I am sorry for that my true and trusted friends. I am so sorry.

Captain PirateFace