Red Mosquito

Whitey McTeeth wrote:

epilogue wrote:It's been a rough week. A good friend got hit by and pinned under a car while riding his bike in the city. They think he'll fully recover but it's going to take a long time. He broke a lot of bones and had a lot of internal injuries, obviously.

Another friend is back in NYC (she lives in Austin now) for her friend's funeral.

Another friend back home lost her mother and her best friend lost her step-mother. On the same day.

Today, I'm at work all day (open to close) and I'm just trying to breathe and focus on the important things. Let the dumb shit go.

Be careful out there, y'all.

Sorry to hear joey. Good vibes sent your way!

tree_ wrote:Yeah sorry to hear that Joey. That’s tough

macphisto wrote:I’m going to go stalk doug. Might introduce myself if he seems normal.

spike wrote:

macphisto wrote:I’m going to go stalk doug. Might introduce myself if he seems normal.

How’s this go, guys?

Strat wrote:I'll always send someone to the nook instead but unfortunately the last two times I've been there were a let down.

macphisto wrote:

Strat wrote:I'll always send someone to the nook instead but unfortunately the last two times I've been there were a let down.

In what way? Not juicy enough?

E.H. Ruddock wrote:Who did strat know now?

Strat wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:Who did strat know now?

I have a guess who he's with but waiting confirmation from doug

Strat wrote:

macphisto wrote:

Strat wrote:I'll always send someone to the nook instead but unfortunately the last two times I've been there were a let down.

In what way? Not juicy enough?

Definitely. Not juicy or cheesy enough.

I've had about 1,000 burgers at the nook though and it's rare they're not good so I still support them

spike wrote:

Strat wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:Who did strat know now?

I have a guess who he's with but waiting confirmation from doug

Is he rolling with a bunch of Wild wives?

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

tragabigzanda wrote:“Sings the ‘hallelujah’ breakdown from DTE when he comes? Yeah I totally banged him.”

tragabigzanda wrote:I’m mostly curious to know what identifiable feature strat has that allowed Doug’s girlfriends to say “oh yeah we totally banged that guy”

Strat wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:I’m mostly curious to know what identifiable feature strat has that allowed Doug’s girlfriends to say “oh yeah we totally banged that guy”

Nobody said anything about banging. Please calm down

Strat wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:I’m mostly curious to know what identifiable feature strat has that allowed Doug’s girlfriends to say “oh yeah we totally banged that guy”

Nobody said anything about banging. Please calm down

doug rr wrote:

Strat wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:I’m mostly curious to know what identifiable feature strat has that allowed Doug’s girlfriends to say “oh yeah we totally banged that guy”

Nobody said anything about banging. Please calm down

pm sent..
also, matt's jucy lucy was ok, its checked off the list now....the CC Club is my new favorite dive bar though