almost a year later.

new house.new town, new soon to be-wife, Mc rad step son.

new bike. still half built. been building everyone elses shit.

navy seabee's are calling. maybe take a trip to war.

no jobs, diabetic 3 year old,shits rougher than ever but i'm off the junk, and couldn't be happier.


kid's got a chopper in the works though.gonna get some inca gold flake flames on flake burgundy. should be fun to push him around this fucking ghetto in.

nre truck kicks ass in it's rebel yell glory. rebel flag headliner and all.

expect awesome.

Visions of Death.

My mom has been seeing psychics for longer than I've been alive. Stupid yes,but that's what shes into to.

When i showed her my new bike she told me her psychic said she saw a bad motorcycle accident,and asked if anyone she cared about rode motorcycles.


Reassuring!





... makes me see some hope in my Picture frame bars again.

Bring that Hammer down.

Skating went down for serious today.

Hitting it up again saturday with hate city John,if any one is the area wants to show up. Were the dudes in the Death machine shirts,drinking beers and gnardoggin' it up.

The cops followed me all the way home tonight. When I pulled into the drive way, they had an unmarked car sitting two houses away waiting for me.

Heavy shit dudes. How I got into such Heaviness I'll never know. Dont do drugs guys.

These faggot hipster kids I keep seeing around town tried to start some shit tonight while we were eating after the skate session. This punker faggot is convinced I'm a nazi Skin. Looks like the world just wants me in jail right now.


Rambleramble ramble. I Shouldn't be posting this shit on the internet. I've spent almost 300 bucks on The junk this paycheck. I'm loaded as balls right now.


Found the second cool kz LTD I've seen to date. ( first being Nikki's Green lizard bike)

Really need to do my frame,because, you know, building frame high on Heroin is super rad,right? Megahipster points, right braskis?

Violent Nights.

Got me some new Stompin' leathers.

Downshift into Death

Doin' that shit again. Loaded,blasted,faded,junked out,blasted...

The bike heroin built. The misanthrope.: Ol' Miss.

She was my dream bike. I miss her a lot. I'll build her again. Her body may be with some other fuck, but her soul rest with me.

I barely ate, barely had gas to get to work,went being investigated for a murder,for 6 months just to get this bike. She's gone now. But she'll be back.

black as black. Purple flake panels, cream 70's lettering on the tank.

...and when i do build her soul a new vessel, I'll downshift into death,because nothing else will matter. She stuck by me through the worst of my being strung out. Oding and puking blood. Feinding so bad I'd be awake crying and screaming at 6am. She knew i had to kick the junk before i could get her on the road. She waited as long as she could, and i couldn't come through on my end of the bargain.

I miss ya Ol' Miss. I hope you toss that faggot into a bus when he puts a 250 rear tire on you.








I wish they had a Chopper dudes rehab filled with cool people,instead of the useless fucking losers in NA. I'm fucking pathetic....

Feel the darkness.

well...That's twice in 3 days.

I think that Means I'm off the wagon..or is it on? whatever. I'm Fuckin' loaded my friends.

Life mini falling apart again. blahahahshadfargr gay gay gay.

I just want to ride. Ride far away. Ride like I'm trying to outrun a fucking tidal wave. Away from this town of junkies, this bullshit job, this clinically insane living situation,away from heroin,away from all other opiates. Just get the fuck out,on my hand made machine. -5 degrees i don't fucking care. I just wanna blast the fuck off into nothingness on my two wheeled machine of freedumb.


Now excuse me...I'm going to go puke my brains out.


the sissy bar me and john made a while back.

ok,maybe this time,ya junkie.

First day off in almost a month.

Ate brownies that ended up being pot brownies. after 11 years, I really don't like pot any more,gives me lots of anxiety. The one small one just hit hit spot though.

Then...

opiates. yea...pretty gay,but fuck you. That shit was fucking glorious. I fucking needed it this time( like every other time,eh) Had a Mancala Tournament,and watched the amazing Sadomasochistic Nazi love movie,the night porter


Since I'm never going to find or afford the 30's bikes i want, I just want to build a modern remake of a 1930's stamped steel deco bike.

then..I'm going to ride that fucker throughout the night..every night..ever.