Sunday, August 29, 2010

Look out Hells Angels....Here I come....

So, the very first image that fueled my desire to ride the open roads on two wheels with a mass of power between my legs was the album cover from Bat out of Hell by Meatloaf (yes, yes, I am very, very old, I get it.....) Now this comes as no surprise for those of you that know me. I operate by a set of ideals celebrating freedom, nonconformity to mainstream culture, and loyalty to the Jack-a-lope.

What? You don't think I'm BAD ASS?

Let's see you throttle the 49.5 cc's of rage and anger held within the pistons of this vicious machine!

Oh yeah, That's right! Tremble in fear of me now!

Now, if you will excuse me, I think I may have a bug in my mouth. I must go and vomit........


Sunday, August 22, 2010

Sunday is for muppets...

A little Sunday flashback...


Friday, August 20, 2010


Yesterday, they found Grandpa, incoherent, sitting in his underwear in a house at 65 degrees with blood on his face, arms and legs. He was asked how many kids he had and he said "Potosi", (thats the town he lives in).

After a very long night, we now know he has blood in his urine and blood on his brain. No idea what caused all this as of yet. Possibly a stroke.

I did talk to him tonight. In a very slurred voice, he told me some jokes, and snapped back his same old quick wit so that I know he is back as the Grandpa I know and Love. We now take things day by day, but today at least is a good day.

He gets to go home tomorrow, and we will figure out the path from there. I am not sure he will be able to ever care for himself again, but we are all going to make sure he gets to live and die in his own home.

Anyway, being so far away, and not knowing what was happening, I had a drink and a bath last night to think about what to do. While in the tub, my random play put on the perfect song for the moment written by Eddie from Pearl Jam. "The Man of the Hour". The reference to "Father" is truly fitting, as he is so much more my Father then he is my Grandfather.

If you feel the need, listen to the song.

And the road
The old man paved
The broken seams along the way
The rusted signs, left just for me
He was guiding me, love, his own way
Now the man of the hour is taking his final bow
As the curtain comes down
I feel that this is just goodbye for now.

Grandpa is still with us, and hopefully will be for awhile. It is just that these kinds of things have been happening so often now that I think the time is soon to come. Today, the doctors asked if he had a living will. They made it clear that preparations should be made.

I love you Grandpa. I respect and worship you. I am so very proud to be your grandson. When the time comes, don't be afraid. Just take the wings that are waiting for you, and fly.


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