WAIT, I JUST GOT SIDETRACKED...

while waiting for this page to load i was reading some of cnn's headlines... ugly, ugly place we live in eh?
anyway.... on with the un-news. long weekend was again another great one for me. sorry folks no bitching or suicidal thoughts in today's post. i know some of you all must be missing that shit but i had a good time this holiday.

pretty much status quo for Saturday and Sunday. lots of yard work and house clean up, but on Monday we were woken up to the neighbor at the door.

"hey man, you might wanna get up" he says, a bit ruffled from my pit bull jumping head high on the inside of the door to great him. (there were slobber marks at about five feet up.)

"no shit, whats up?" i replied pulling my pants on and trying not to breath to much in his direction...

"well, see that shit over there?" he said pointing east."that's smoke. there is a huge fire raging on skinner ridge. you might think about getting ready."

"oh, fuck.."what looked like thick fog was indeed a mess of smoke. i thought then said, "thanks man."

"hey no worries, you can come up to our place and watch the fireworks if you want, we will be around all day." he said as he headed back towards his motorcycle.

"so, do guys have water?" i asked."ours tank isn't quite full."

"no, my pump is down, I'm going to work on it now..." he left.

i woke up special cheese and we kinda milled around in a mild state of shock. made a few phone calls to people in the know and got out the binoculars and chairs to watch the scene.

a Buddie came over, we made lunch and had a few beers while the chem. bombing planes flew overhead and the choppers dumped water. we had the C.D.F. captains chopper fly right over us and let us know that he knew we were up there.

we listened to the scanner as they dropped in the hot shots and got everything under control. very exciting and nerve racking. nothing like the possibility of losing everything to get your heart pumping!

after buddy left, who we will call "buddy", (I'll post a link later, lunch is almost over...) we packed up, watched some of the day go by with a bottle of champagne down at the point. to celebrate our survival!

we got a wild hair shortly there after and drove down the road. snuck into the recently evacuated boyscout camp. (this place is huge! more like a retreat than a camp.) dared each other to jump into the river and drove past all the firefighters coming out of the woods on the way home.... great day, good times, sorry i have to cut this short, back to work!!!

I WILL BE BACK! I HAVE MUCH TO POST, BEEN WICKED BUSY AT WORK.(MY MAIN TIME TO POST.)
great weekend, skinny dipping, a huge fire across the canyon from us, house work, etc..
so stay tuned, i will be back!

weekend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

fuck yeah! i cant wait! i get to sleep in! scratch my sack...(eeewww...) just joking sort of. and not have to put on the filthiest clothes known to man. i try to have at least three "out fits" to wear to work a week, but i tell you what, i work in shorts, i wear a t-shirt and a sweatshirt and they get gnarly! grease i can deal with, as with most grimes and dirts, but gear oil or any 80/90 weight makes me gag. it smells like cancer to me. not just nauseating but whole body experience feeling. its something you smell and you feel it killing you. its not as bad as say M.E.K. or toluene. but like i said, if cancer had a smell that would be it! and i have three days of not having to get anywhere near that kind of dirt! just good clean earthy dirt.

going to drink like a million beers in the sun with my lady this weekend and do some serious gardening. make some other shit happen up there and perhaps see a few friends, if not no worries! i don't think we have the girls tonight so i can walk around the house naked and we can have sex in any room we want! woo hoo!

sorry, I'm sure you all don't really want to hear about all of that, it just kind of came out.

I've been in kind of a funky mood lately, with small bouts of melancholy. tired. and not been able to blow by it. today i feel better. yesterday, special cheese really noticed and asked a couple of times "if i was okay"

started a new project and worked on it until way after dusk. (resurrecting my wood shed, actually combining two sheds to make one waterproof storage area.)and came back into the house in a much better mood. i don't know what it was but i was slumped and i broke free.

i haven't had those types of feelings since way back when. and am quite happy to leave them all back there.

so have a good , drunken, stoned, partied out weekend all of you. remember all the men and women who lost their lives fighting for what they were told to do. remember all those who came back, fucked up, disfigured and mentally blown out. remember its not a weekend to celebrate, its a weekend to enjoy our freedoms and to give thanks to those who do what they are told with out question in the name of American democracy.

i send my angels to those who have people in wars and to those who are dying as i write this......

(P.S. it's been two years since you left, not a day goes by where i dont look at your picture, think how you have helped me or mention your name at work. i sit at your old desk, i use your computer and i wear a shirt with your name on it. i miss you and know that you are one of these angels looking out for us... thank you helmuth, now i'll get back to work!)

BEEN SO BUSY ON THE PHONE ORDERING PARTS!!! fighting with these people we just brought our engine to. what is the fucking deal with these assholes, what now you have our forty thousand dollar engine and you are going to become insta-pricks? i can just as easily bring my potential twelve thousand dollars worth of business else where ass muncher!

i spend three days hustling this motor to you by seven a.m. on Monday, because you need to get it in there by that time to get it out to me in four days! you said four days!!! now you are telling me it might take a month. did they switch your Folgers coffee to bullshit? how do you expect me to swallow that crap. you might like the taste of some monkey ass felching, but i most certainly do not.

err... I'm a little bent out of shape at this jerk right now!

in other new... my land lord came up and was completely stoked on all the work we have been doing! he comped about 900 dollars in propane bills and "several hundred dollars in phone bills"! sweet! i was really nervous about some of the work we have done, and thought just for a moment that he might freak out, but no... instead he said "you should start thinking about winter and cut down some of these trees." WTF? this is the first landlord that wasn't trying to devise a way to kick me out as soon as i had moved in... and this one wants me to start thinking about winter! hah.

well i only had a minute or two, but lets call today "if i could reach thru the phone, i would choke the living shit out of you and piss in your ear day." enjoy the week.

TIME IS WHIPPING BY...

MORE ON THE PEOPLE THAT YOU MEEET, when you are walking down the street.... we will call her... kindly...

"quite confused" now i don't think I've talked about her much.... simply because we don't hang out in the same circles anymore. and i can't give you a link just yet cause i haven't found a post about her that i haven't used her name so I'll just let you in on what happening.

"q.c" used to be good friends, she dated a couple of our buddies and has had crushes on more than a few of us. then she started to turn a little weird.

she really made it her mission, to make every ones girlfriends jealous. i don't know if she does it on purpose or what... (but i think she knows exactly what the fuck she is doing.) sitting on their laps, trying to kiss them, calling dudes girlfriends saying she is going to hang out with them for lunch, "I love you hun..." etc. etc. etc....

it got to the point where i couldn't hang out with her any more. huge problems between my ex and her. she was always causing problems with me...

and now i hear that she is doing it to other people. my ex and her new boyfriend. my buddy choo choo is experiencing some problems as well. i need to sit down with these people and explain what fucking hell this woman put me through back in the day. and how to avoid it now.

i invited her over for a buddies un-birthday party a couple weeks ago. i knew if she didnty get the invite she would be really, really hurt. knowing what might be in store, i warned special cheese and tried to make it clear to her that this shit was not going to fly anymore... i do think she is a good friend and would do anything for any of us, if she could just stop this fucking hitting on others boyfriends and shit, she would get more invitations to come over.

if you are out there and someone like this is in your life... just tell her to cut that shit out. dont try to be nice, dont try to not hurt her feelings, if your lady or man is being stalked, you need to tell that person to stop meddling... its all i can tell you!!!

anyway, just thought of her this morning and wondered who shes stalking nowadaze... have a great week all!

ANOTHER NICK NAME

"DAY HOE" aka that guy who keeps fucking shit up.... everyday. day hoe is short for a Spanish word. pendeho. means shit head or asshole or something. and since his name has something to do with it that's what he gets... that's why we shortened it to just day hoe...

yesterday he asks me where i keep the trailer wiring connectors. he seems to have a problem with hooking up the main battery cables for the trailer box. this is like the fifth fucking set! now we have had some bad operators... NEVER has anyone even come close to having as many accidents as this guy.

"dude, where do you keep those red thingys?"

"why" i respond from my perch atop the six cylinder engine I'm ripping out of the concrete truck to have rebuilt.

"well it fell out again and got busted up."

"they don't just fall out, what the fuck are you doing? are you wrapping the wires up or something?"
"no, they do too fall out!" he stammers.

"no, they don't, we have never had this happen before, in ten years... only you." i retort. I'm pissed.

"whatever, where are they?"
"they are on the same shelf they were on when you lost the last one." i said, and "I'm not buying any more after this one. so fucking figure it out!"

twenty minutes later...

"dude the battery in the trailer box isn't charging anymore." he says as i whack my knuckles for the third time.I'm turning red!

"check the relay, since you dragged the battery cable, god knows how many miles, i bet it popped. go fucking reset it like last time when i showed you."

i can tell he isn't very happy with me. i care lots...

have a happy Friday!

HERE IS PART OF IT.

and some people have been written about before... so I've linked one story to each...

"SPECIAL CHEESE" is my beautiful, wonderful girlfriend. she has two girls ages 8 and 4. she works here in the sur and also goes to school where she is top three in her classes. she has a great dog, (if you don't count the fact that he likes to shit and puke in our house at the most random of times...) and she is a really happy person. she doesn't want to be too well known in here, so, more to come later as it happens.

"CHOO CHOO" aka denim, tranny, etc, etc.... has been my buddy for years... we would sit out in the parking lot and watch traffic go by drinking beer, until the very last moments before he had to go home... he reads here and sometimes lays down a comment or two... bitch i see you reading here... hahahha... we have been through quite a bit together and will probably end up sleeping together at some point... just joking, i hear he has a huge...

beard. hahahahaha!!!

anyway that's just the beginning... some people don't want to be known here at all... others Ive posted about about don't even have the need to be labeled... but when i talk about these individuals I'll try to put a link on their name to a story I've posted before...

must get back to work, its fucking hot out and i need to be kicking some ass... we have a truck down that's going to be losing money every minute i sit in here blogging.

NEED TO KEEP IT ALL STRAIGHT

SO.... i need to keep my nick names for people the same, so that my long term readers can get an idea of who the hell i keep talking about... thanks to "choo choo" i have realized this... I'll be back later with a possible list of suspects...

YYYAAAWWWWNNNNN.....

so fucking tired and sore. yah, poor me. we got home last night and immediately started working in the garden. we are building a retaining wall four feet high so we can put two in more raised beds. well sounds easy enough. after moving about two yards of dirt, chainsawing ten inch thick roots out of the way and leveling off a fifteen foot long stretch of area we began the retaining wall process...

dig through four feet of decomposed granite and mix up a 60 pound bags of cement, level the post and pour the concrete. WTF? i barley even know how to use a shovel, more over a post hole digger... why did we start this project? cause we are fucking crazy! so we dug and set three posts and today will put in the wall! level the dirt and make the walkway. we will set the new raised beds in place and tomorrow fill them with dirt and plant the broccoli and pees and beans we have slated for them... later we will fill the paths in with gravel and make steps...

why do we do this you ask? i dunno... it is fun. we transformed this large hill side dirt area into a nice garden... we have three different kinds of tomatoes, cucumbers, spinach, two different kinds of lettuce, three different varieties of peppers, water melons, honey dews, carrots and more....

we started an herb garden as well.... complete with garlic, basil, two different mints, chives, dill, parsley and more...

with the new beds there will be so much shit growing... damn, when i write it all out it sounds like alot... i guess it is.

this is on top of all the flowers and other plants we are fucking growing too! whew...

we drove down to the point and caught the ass end of the sun set and the neighbors were out at their point playing guitar, singing "this will be the day that i die...." nice.

so my fucking arms hurt, my knees hurt, i wont even begin to describe what my back is doing and i have all these muscles aching that i didn't even know i had... my hands hurt!?!?! and of course my head hurts... don't think we weren't sucking down the beer while doing all of this....

so after sunset we clean up and make some dinner... saute some mushrooms and onions, threw in some leeks that the girls brought from their garden at school for mothers day and mix that into the tomato basil red sauce for spaghetti. cook up some killer deer sausage that a friend from work hooked me up with and made a bomb ass salad! special cheese has a great way with salads. she puts in a couple of hard boiled eggs with some sliced green onion, Roma tomatoes, mushrooms and more... a little paprika and some honey mustard dressing... we busted out some home made garlic bread to top it off... i could tell you how i make that but i would be giving away my secret recipe for the garlic butter. (hahahaha too bad for you!)

once we sat down to eat we realized it was about ten thirty... sucked the food down like a vacuum cleaner... i hadn't eaten all day so i went to bed fat... really fat...

anyway, twas a great day and even though it was like a sixteen hour day of work, it felt good... i hope everyone week is going well and in the words of our govenator... "I'll be back!"

not only can she sing... but she can fucking dance too!!!! we had people coming up to us and ask us if we were professional dancers! ha! even the band gave us kudos! that never happens... and no one really believes us anyway...

okay, we went to a show up in San Fran with the intent of dancing our asses off, and did we ever!

(this will be a lame post as i am super hung over right now...)

special cheeses brother came over last night and we drank until one this morning... used every shot glass in the house and drank almost all the beer. i usually keep alot of beer in the house so you could imagine the surprise when i realised we were running low! now I'm suffering through the day and being dumbfounded by the stupidest thing... i cant get a lug nut off?! wtf?

anyway this weekend was killer, dancing in the city was by far some of the most fun we have had in a while. killer venue, great American music hall, its all decked out old school style and for some reason we were pretty much the only ones tearing it up... lots of older folks... the second band was "the waybacks" . they played some lame shit, but we could dance to some of it. the first band was who we went to see, poor mans whiskey , belted out some wicked tunes! the did a version of mojo rising, blue grass style. it was truly an epic time.

spent the night at a friends condo and left the next morning.

drove down the coast and relaxed for the rest of the day!

spent mothers day at the nursery buying herbs and shit. built another planter box and hooked it up with my patented auto irrigation.... sweet. special cheese cooked us up a great dinner and we partied like you wouldn't believe! (well, we played rummy for a while and then an exciting game of clue!) hahahahaha... lame i know, but we had fun...

well I'm fuckin beat and need to get back to work! sorry for the lame post but at least i left you some fun links!!!

WTF JUST HAPPENED....

THIS MORNING AT WORK GOES DOWN LIKE ANY OTHER.... (shit caps. again.) everyone getting coffee, trying to find out where they are going, shooting the shit, etc. etc. I'm in the office with some folks and we start talking with one of our younger, harder working guys... telling him about our 401k profit sharing plan... (its a super good deal.) well, as always we start joking around with him about how his retirement plan is to have a bunch of kids and live off of them... so its seems like a good joke. we were really just fucking with him.
normally he is always cracking the old guy jokes and is very intent on having the last word. if you "one up" him, he usually resorts to some sort of "fucking your girlfriend" or " well, at least I'm not old" type of humor... ooohhhh... I've never heard any of those jokes before... they really bother me... not...i digress.
so this morning is like any other. lots of back and forth about "you are young" and "you are too old" and then he seems to change. takes a stab at me with...

"well, at least i have a family!"he says

"whoa dude, calm down. no one is ripping on your family."

he is super sensitive about his mom and family... i can understand that. over sensitive about being thought of as incapable. the guy works his ass off.. i mean shit, this guy is the ripe old age of twenty one and has an girlfriend who has to be at least nineteen... he is young and proud of it. I'd be and was too. anyway..

"I'm fucking outta here. fuck you, fuck you, and Zack... fuck you too!" he says as he tears his sweatshirt off ready to fight and pointing at the people standing around him.

"hey man, no one is trying to make you feel bad. but if you want to go home that's fine. we were just trying to get you on board with the 401k." says manager #2

he starts walking over to the truck to get a smoke with fists clenched and saying "fuck you!"

what ever, punch me in the face when we are on the clock you ding dong... that doesn't go well for any of us. we are such good friends, i don't know where he popped a gasket this morning but for a guy who dishes out so much shit, he sure wasn't handling it.
now i could have taken offense at what he said to me about my mom. as you know she killed her self not too long ago. i might have let it hurt. but i hear that "I'd commit suicide" shit so often, whatever... anyone of us could have taken offense to the things he was saying, but hey its what we do here. we are a family. we do tear each other apart and we do build each other back up. thats the life here.
so guess what? we are all sorry we offended you some how, we said it and that's final. we wont do it again. but i tell you what. you pull this i can get angry and spite you bullshit with anyone else here from now on, you can go home... it just might be a little different.

wait... i hear the wambulance coming.... waaaahhhaaahhhaaawwwaaaa....

nah. just kidding...
anyway, going up to San Francisco tonight! going to see a concert and spend the night at a friends condo. (thank you l+d) they wont be there so we will be sure not to sleep in their bed. no sleeping! hahahaa... then we will come back and hopefully load up the car and drive three hours in the other direction and go camping!
hope all is well with every one out in the "real world" and have a great weekend!

WHERE ARE YOU?

hey tasha, give me a buzz... what happened with the blog... people find out? sux... call me!

FUCKING PERVERTS...

HOW DO PEOPLE LOOK FOR KIDDEE PORN AND FIND MY BLOG? BELGIUM YA YOU! WEIRDO FUCK, LOOKED AT MY BLOG FOR TEN MINUTES YOU DID!!! AND YOU WERE SEARCHING FOR "AMATURE PRETEEN PORN PICTURES"... WACKO...

YOU MAKE MY SKIN CRAWL....

BUT YOU WERE NOT THE ONLY ONE... YES, YOU FROM FRANCE, YOU WERE LOGGED ON TO YOUR WEBSITE WHEN YOU LOOKED AT MINE... IDIOT. WHAT YOU WERE LOOKING FOR WAS EVEN WORSE. FECAL WHAT? I DON'T READ FRENCH AND IT LOOKS LIKE I DON'T WANT TO! BURN IN HELL....

YOU MAKE ME WANT TO BURN MY ALREADY CRAWLING SKIN OFF....

BUT WHO EVER YOU ARE IN PENNSYLVANIA, YOU ARE THE WORST.... (AT LEAST TODAY...) I WONT EVEN REWRITE WHAT YOU GOOGLED TO GET TO ME... I DON'T WANT OTHERS FROM YOUR END OF THE BARREL COMING UP FOR AIR AT MY WEB SITE.....

SHHHEEEESSSHHHH.....

YUCK, I NOW NEED TO BRUSH MY TEETH AND CLEAN MY SKIN OFF WITH SOME GASOLINE...

KNOW THAT I AM WATCHING YOU...

HMMMM...

WE ARE FINALLY HAVING WORK EVALUATIONS!!! some people have been getting moody about it. others are taking the time to learn from it and ask for the help they want to become better employees. I'm in my office overhearing a meeting right now. this one has a translator. he is a good worker when the bosses are around. but no one likes to work with him any more. we have given him a little more responsibility then some of the others. and he is now abusing it. when the bosses are not around he takes it upon himself to be the boss.... bad. bad. bad... try again, so he is(with the help of an interpreter) being very defensive. and he is lieing. busted... oh well too bad for him... i hope it goes well.

we had a bit of an unbirthday party for denim. i hope he had a good time. its hard to get people to drive all the way up to my house to party. i live a whole eighteen minutes from the highway. granted some people might think its quite a mission but its not really.. i took yesterday off because i think the hang over induced a migraine, but i could have just been hung over too...

the sheriff (ex-sheriff) just called me. one of our fire engines here in the sur has an electrical problem, "can you fix it?". you all didn't know i also donate my time to work on our town fire engines did you? well i do. no big deal. i like it better when i get the calls at work, i get paid and we donate the time. its a good deal. when they call me after five or on weekends, i work for free...

going to the city on Friday night. going to see a couple of blue grass bands at a cool venue, and hopefully do some dancing!!!

shit got to go be back soon...

MORE ON THE WEEKEND...

SO REALLY NOT MUCH MORE TO TELL, lets see... welding buddy broke his foot, you guessed it, drunken biking... he is a tough one. so i don't think it will slow him down. actually he felt best with his boots tightly strapped on and riding...
oh, i had mentioned teaching special cheese how to ride. it was cool... it went something like this...
"okay, that's the clutch, that's the brake. this is how you give it gas... it works just like a car... now down is first gear and up is all the rest... got it?" i asked
"uh, yeah..." she replies...
"all right, go!"

sure as shit she fires off, after one round across the field she grabs second and is racing little kids who are riding teeny weeny fifty's and go-karts...
now we are talking about getting a couple more little bikes for her girls.. move over big wheel and lame Costco mountain bike and bring on the Honda's!!! sweet!
lake trips, filled with boating and laying in the sun and of course some drinking. camping trips, filled with well, camping. and wouldn't it be sweet if we got some dirt bikes too! no shit... too much fun!!! now we just have to find time to squeeze it all in!

what else happened... not much. stopped at her grandmas and had a late brunch on our way home and basically passed the fuck out when we got home...

of course my back hurts and i don't feel like being at work, but what else is new? hope alls well with every ones weeks.

oh yeah, here is a link to the Nakamotos lame space page from last year. the real party that they sponser is coming up in june. anyone like drinking all day, listening to some crazy bands, swimming in a small lake, and generally getting ff-ed up all weekend? its happening again. (the bands last year could pretty much lick my.. um... well... i tried not to listen to them... any way its red neck, back country, good times... with some who the hell are you thrown in for good measure....

HAHAHAHAHAHA....

I CANT HELP MY SELF, I'M A COMPLETE FUN ADDICT! I CANT SPELL FOR SHIT OR PUNCTUATE BUT I LOVE HAVING FUN...
this weekend we packed up the Toyota Tacoma and headed south. two dogs, a dirt bike, two coolers, a big tent, a Cali king air mattress, (yes they make them) and some swim trunks.... after a two and a half hour drive down a mountain, along the west coast and up another mountain and finally down another mountain we end up at the nacarobie... (id link a site to his but I'm on a mac and this this is hella confusing...) anyway, we show up after dark and there are none of the other women there that i promised my girlfriend that would be there. shit. fifteen dudes. she gracefully rolls with it. WE set up THE tent and start drinking... hit the sack,Zack,err you get the picture...
its at this point i should partially describe where we are... we are on a ranch of sorts... imagine the first people to come across the country to settle here, well these good people have a little bit more than they did. they still have fire heated water heaters... donkeys, no cell phones, homemade everything... getting it?
so throughout the night while we are trying to sleep, the donkeys have discovered that the dogs will fuck with them non stop with the slightest of prodding. every thirty/forty minutes the dogs would bark right next to the tent and chase these fucking mules all around..... errr... there was going to be murder, death, kill (m.d.k.) happening soon.
next day was filled with breakfast beers, too much food, swimming in the cold ass lake, motoring around the track, etc...
some highlights? okay, one of the kids brought a go-kart. we all tried it, too much fun... but it was the kids who got the thing air born and rolled it!!!! yes!!! a six year boy was showing off for a girl and rolled his buddies go-kart!with her in it! so romantic... sound somewhat familiar? anyone?
there were several injuries, but late on Saturday we get a need to go and find this other buddy. he rolled his super powered quad onto him self and it sounded like he was fucked up pretty bad... he was fucked up all right. drunk as piss, later he fessed up to taking some oxy-contin.. (what ever the fuck that does to you, it might not be a good idea to drive 70mph on a quad while drinking...)
now let me interject here.... I'm a true asshole, crashed cars, too many drugs, lived life with reckless abandon, so i have no room to talk here. but shit... i felt old for a moment... talking so much shit.
so what did i do while driving him down the mountain back to camp???
"dude, do you like techno?" i asked.
"uh what? yeah. can you slow down i think i broke some bones...." he winced and slurred.
"good, i have some remix shit. want a beer." i said. then. "guess what? you fucked up. its like five hours before you see a hospital so suck it up."
"what time is it?" he asked.
he asked this question alot. i think even though he was in full racing protective gear he had a concussion.
"i dunno, want another beer?"
"dude i did some oxy, do think I'm going to be okay?"he asked
"your an idiot... its a good thing we have a fireman here with first responder training... drugs? your an idiot. hey want another beer?"
"dude what time is it?"...
Buddie is worth like ten million dollars, getting divorced from his new wife, and all this before the age of thirty...
another high light? i taught special cheese how to ride a dirt bike!!!! wicked!!!!

all right ill post more tomorrow.... granted nobody breaks any thing at work....

SHIT...

THAT LAST POST WAS MY TWO HUNDRETH POSTING!!!!!!!!!! I'M GOING TO HAVE TO CELEBRATE OR SOME SHIT... I SHOULD HAVE BEEN PAYING ATTENTION! I GUESS I WROTE A LOT OF POOR ME, LISTEN TO ME BITCH AND WHINE CRAP ON HERE, BUT FUCK IT, IT FUN!!!!!!! HAPPY DAY TO ALL!

OH, I PROMISE TO WRITE ABOUT THIS WEEKEND, SUPER FUN!!! BETWEEN THE DRUNKEN MOTOR CYCLE ACCIDENTS, THE HARRASING OF THE TWO MULES AND THREE GOATS, THE MORONS WHO SHOWED UP FROM DOWN SOUTH AND THE BAZILLION DOGS AND KIDS THERE I MIGHT FIND SOMETHING INTERESTING TO WRITE ABOUT...

ITS RAINING HERE NOW AND IVE GOT TO GO COVER UP THE CEMENT TRUCK SO I'LL CATCH ALL LATER...

WOO HOOOOO... 200!!!

quick....

so yesterday, i need to find out what size suit i wear...

we head over to gentleman's warehouse to see if someone can help me out... apparently and very generously my friends dad is buying us all suits to wear before the wedding!?!?! sweet. i don't even know what to say... other than i don't own a nice suit and am fucking stoked that anyone would even think that much of me to offer one... any way...

we hit Starbucks and march over to the map of madness...

"where the hell is it?" i ask " i swear there was one here before..."

"look at the map here, it has all the stores in the mall." is her reply.

"see" she says "its right in front of us."

no shit, there it was, big ass sign above the door... "Gentleman's Warehouse".

"i did spend an hour here last week looking for this store..."

i cruise in and ask the first well dressed man wearing a tape measure around his neck if he could help me...

a few minutes later he has me measured up and trying on jackets... this guy is good. nice to me too. seeing as how i just had gotten out of work, driven to his store and changed in his parking lot, he was nice. and i DID look like i had crawled out from under a dump truck...

i found out that I'm a 42 regular, due to my shoulders a European suit fits me best. i guess that has no vents or vents on the side. he offered to, once i received the suit, to help me have it tailored to me. (fucking nice of this guy. i wasn't even buying a suit there...) i asked him to write down everything he said and he offered me his card. as he slide his card into my hand i deftly slid a five dollar bill back into his before he pulled it away.

he looks at it and says "oh no, i couldn't." and tries to hand it back.

"i insist. please you helped out alot and i really appreciate it. thank you."

"no, absolutely not. please take it back." his reply. he seemed quite confused at the tip and my appreciation.

"no one works for free, i don't and you shouldn't have to either, really thank you very much..." i smiled and walked out.

i look back into the store and he waved and smiled back.

i dunno, shouldn't you tip people in the service industry? the guy wasn't making any commission from me and spent the better part of twenty minutes letting me try on six hundred dollar jackets...

i call my buddies machine give him my info and sure as shit on the front of his business card, it lists my nice guy suit size helper outer friend as the stores regional manager... huh...