I was graced with the presence of some very old friends this weekend. As I mentioned in the last flog, the group consisted of the Duke, JerBear, and Mikey No Face. And when I say very old friends, I mean like Moses old. Like our whole freakin lives.
All of us […]

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Friday Night, Dukes Fight Night
So the Duke arrived midday. Again, I was at work. But these kids had already made plans for the day. Just to show you how No Face rolls, after a night of shirt grabs and giggles, he rolled into a business meeting in Glendale and nailed it. He […]

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If you’ve never been down to New Orleans (or “N’Arlins” as it pronounced), especially down to the French Quarter which holds Burboun Street, then you truly haven’t lived. And by “haven’t lived”, I mean—you haven’t seen the streets overflow with a beautiful mix of booze, pee, trash, and throw up–only to be trounced upon by […]

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I never really get days off from work. My job isn’t one of those 9-5, three weeks vacation-type jobs that all you fatcats enjoy. You topfeeders know what I’m talking about–exhuberant trips with you caviar buffets and rainbow parties. High class call girls, chess, and champagne. But me… I basically get […]

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