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Cake day: August 20th, 2024

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  • Went on a spontaneous trip very recently.

    Spent a little more money than I’m comfy with.

    Truck sprung some issues.

    Saw some things I would never have seen otherwise. Some beautiful things, creatures, happenings, and places.

    I’ll fix the damn truck. Make the money back (or so)

    Is it risk, or are you just being a pussy? Yeah, the human world sucks, but you don’t need all the garbage they sell you, and there’s worthwhile experiences you won’t get with your nose stuck down to the grindstone.

    I bet you risk your life, limbs, and liberty every single day driving into work.

    I’ve had multiple friends die driving. They never thought THAT was a risk.

    Go somewhere you don’t plan to. It aint gonna last forever


  • And how, precisely, am I supposed to tell random fucking jackoffs like in the story?

    None of you fucks even know what a DNR is, means, what it looks like, and not a single one of you cunts could be expected to uphold it even if you were told.

    You don’t get a special bracelet. This isn’t the ‘life alert’ infomercial. Tattoos mean absolutely nothing to medical professionals.

    You literally have to have a DNR on file, active, in your county of residence, and they have to look it up. Which will not happen until you’re already admitted.

    And if you get sent to a hospital in a different county? Because you’re visiting family or something? You’re fucked. You’re on a machine, keeping you alive. As long as your shitty relatives feel like it.

    I have no desire to die incoherent in a hospital with no concept of what’s going on other than everything is uncomfortable. And with the united state’s version of healthcare, I will have to make sure I die somewhere else.

    When I die, it isn’t fucking about you










  • Oh ho ho!

    Well, are we talking stuff scored at the bar, or on the drunken stumble back?

    Because I have a penchant for grabbing city property that’s been wiped out by some drunk driver already.

    Bike racks. Innumerable signs and posts. A fire hydrant, a big fucking fatty, too. Car parts EVERYWHERE That yellow grippy stuff at the crosswalk. Many, many signs and posts. A whole assed traffic light (fucking finally)-not the post. Jesus, not the post. Yes, I tried. A wooden telephone pole (I had help, and we sang chanties while we did it) The lightbox with the little man and hand. It works! So does the traffic light :)

    For the record, drinking and driving IS nevada’s state pasttime, and a friend of mine once scored two actual streetlights, posts and all. Bastard tried to sell them to me :/




  • Don’t let a couple kooks spook you.

    If you’re rough on your body, they can be an absolute godsend.

    I’m at the point where I can’t always get my skeleton to go back to where it ought to be, and a good chiro can find exactly which bones aren’t.

    Last one I went to was during a bicycle tour. The campsite wasn’t ideal, and I awoke not being able to look left. Like at all. Turn to the right, ow that hurts, try to turn left, head stops straight forward, sharp spike of pain and no further movement.

    Well whatever. Break camp, mount up, ride a couple miles. Now I’m warm and loose, right? Do some stretches. Go through as much of the routine as I can, get some pops and creaks, but still can’t turn my fucking head. Slightly better.

    Pedaling like this is a fucking bastard, because it’s not just my neck, I’m all fucked up, but the road lies ahead and we go.

    Get into town some hours later, have some lunch, a couple beers, still can’t move for shit, see a sign for a chiro. Guy does walk-ins, thank god. Gets what we’re doing, says ‘well, I’m never gonna see you again, so I’ll do the best I can in one go’

    I think that motherfucker popped every goddamn vertebrae in the whole spine, and some of em twice.

    Felt like a new man. Finally felt those beers. Rest of the tour went fine