All in Other
When People Need Help, Lend a Hand and Not Just the Middle Finger
I will file this under people are fucking assholes…
The Unaccredited Wingman
It was like listening to two forty-something frat boys trying to one up each other.
Please, Don’t Drive Off The Mountain
Author’s Note: For this post, I am not using real names. I’m not hiding a crime (well, not really) and the people involved know who they are. Usually, I would ask the people in the post if I could use their names, but in this case, I don’t have access to everyone, so ‘the names have been changed to protect...me.’
Always Lift With Your Back
Drove out of my development the other day, saw a young couple, and another young woman, who stood by a small, white SUV, hatch back open and the tail end of a couch hung out over the pavement. The three stared at the car, puzzled looks stamped on their faces.
...and one more for the road
I grew up at a time that drunk driving was encouraged (kidding, of course – sort of).
What's in Your Wallet?
I love when things like this happen.
Ex-Wife's Last Call (and it wasn't in a bar)
Anyone who has read my blog knows I write about my ex-wife, Arlene, a good deal of the time. Now, before you think this is some angry ex-husband rant, you’d be wrong.
The World’s Oldest Roadie
Who wouldn’t be thrilled to get a call from the band and be told that, unless I can get to the venue by six-thirty that night, the show won’t go on.
Life in the Form of a Question
Each Monday night a group of us play trivia at a bar in Annandale (New Jersey). Its a big bar and a very friendly group of teams.
That is, it was until last Monday.
Meet Cleo, the Crazy Christmas Clown
We can all agree, clown dolls are creepy.
OK, lets move on.
A Christmas Miracle
Don't worry, no alcohol was hurt during the filming of this video.
It’s The Summer of Seventy-Nine
It’s the end of October, outside my window the leaves have changed, the nights come quick, so what better time to talk about a shore house my friends and I rented during the summer of nineteen-seventy-nine in Seaside Heights, New Jersey.
Lord of the House Flies
Author’s Note: I really debated about posting this, but since I pretty much put everything on my blog, from dating to my daily driving habits, I figured, why the hell not...
Second Eye Blind
This happened February 9th, 2004 - so happy anniversary...
Just Wrap Yourself In Plastic And Go
It was a long way down from the top of that hill and you had to navigate through an army of spruce trees that tried their best to keep you from completing your run. I had seen many friends fly face first into the open arms of a waiting spruce only to appear on the other side with exposed skin scrapped raw and smelling like Christmas.
