Sunset in a waste land…..but refuge for others

Title are hard people, you try it, its actually kinda fun till you check your web presence and you suck a bag of dicks. This isn’t about being popular it about that one person that might stumble across my jumbled ass words and be like “mother fucker that’s me” The picture comes from a bus that I was traveling on looking at the horizon as nI was going home after a gym fuckaroo….new terms I should introduce every one to a fuckaroo is a good thing a fuckaree is a bad thing it’s totally stolen from “Steven’s King” dream catcher…oh side note Timothy Olyphant is a fucking bad ass in “Justified” …sorry. Son-of-a-bitch I need to stay on topic…fuck… well as you know I have a machinery back ground and I see (and help) this lady onto the bus and I see the flashing code….Mother fucker I know that operation system it is saying “mother fucker I need batteries” the personal lifts made by JLG had the same code (oh snap I know the super secret why JLG and grove split btw. JLG meant John L grove and when he died ((the dad)) the brother had a fight and I totally have the inside scope and hench JLG and Grove cranes) dam I did it again …. so this lady was in tears on the bus and she was saying to the driver if he could at least take her to her ally so she could creep to her rap and shirley her daughter would call her back. O MOTHER FUCKING K this is where our instinct kicks in as military solders, first off (i wrote that but i sorta didn’t mean it but ….ok 🙂 same page) {cops are bitches}, we have control they matter nothing, (MP People but that is another story) ….God dam me this is just how my mind works but the end is to support the US and ALL of it’s interest and helping a woman whom can’t walk to her door was in the best of the US interest. I push through two sets of meth heads working away in an ally on some truck which I’m quite sure will be displayed on their lawn in the morning along with numerous pit bulls ……I’m going through meth head strong hold people! She gives me the keys and I make sure not to break her eggs (she had eggs she was coming from the store. it wasn’t the vaginal stuff get your head out of the gutter people…sick ossss. The lady didn’t even get my name btw but she was home and all warm and isn’t that all we want is just to get to our shoreline. We are all sailors we are just trying to get home to get to home…to our Alamo…fall back. We are really solders of life. We are classified two different people, well three really those that want to just get home no matter what the cost, those that will get there when we get there, those that just don’t care. And (I know don’t lecture me about starting a sentence with and) those that will give all to help you find your way. The three people I hold most dear in this world is Terry…the gangster, he was back then he is the best dad ever now, his wife was AWESOME. Lanny….God dam me saint Lanny…the baddest bastard ever. And Ted: oh Ted, mother fucker god dam me i miss that south carolina shit…fuck am I writing my own epitaph . well let it flow I’m not trying for a prize. The funny thing about my unit was the FUCKING HATED LANNY! with a white hot passion. Well the reason why was Lanny would beat Whole Sale Ass he didn’t care. Mother fucker mix that Ohio gut against “the south shall win kinda attitude” yeah my two best friends fucking hated each other. So you might wonder “which side did you go to” good question…And thanks for asking……but maybe you didn’t ask but now you are..see how this writing shit works… Well Terry was a black dude but I didn’t see color….OH SHIT MOTHER FUCKER I THOUGHT OF A STORY. this shit was fucking rad right, I go to Terry’s house (I’M the only white guy for like 13 miles, a serious turd in a punch bowl and I ain’t just fucking around) but i go through the door and sweet Jesus you would think she seen a demon…….ummmmm she had never had a white man come in her house. WOW i go off track again (and my spell check is saying fuck you you are on your own! WTF fuck you spell check, I know words (as is spell words with three ooo and it don’t care, I’m fixin to ride on that bitch…spell check any how she don’t know about 711. or .714. or .um the actual na I’m a ballist guy….keep me away…I’m broken

AND MOTHER FUCKER I GOT THROUGH ANOTHER SPELL CHECK. This dumb ass is getting better! I quantified (spelled wrong but I ain’t gonna look) my existence to my “counsler” and I’m doing great… mother fucker i went back and put a t im…Im’ a mother fucking rad bitch…dude well ok El mundo es nuestros hermanos and thank you all the world and specially my mexican and central american friends buenas noches….God be with a us all …

Published by drewstram

This is my first time writing a blog, really the first time writing anything public (sure it shows...don't be so judgeie, jezz). I'm 43 and should be divorced in about a month, haven't heard nor seen her in well over a year so I sorta forget I'm still married. I'm basically at a crossroads in my life. Not like Ralph Machio in the movie 'Crossroads", think a lot less deals with the devil, guitars, and gravel roads, actually nothing like that. This is gonna be either a epic story of a come back or one great big train wreck. Lots of stories to tell and I hope some are entertaining. Maybe it will be an example of what not to do with your spare time. Thanks for stopping by.

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