Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Smoke 'em if you got 'em

Thanks, James. That shit is pro. The cigar is a nice touch.

Guitar Picks? Whoda thunk.
-Alex who need to stick some large slimy then smoke it like a phatpimp. Word.


So my grandfather lives with my folks because he is to damn old to live alone. He is 92. He lives in my old room, and found an old shirt of mine.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

the DSP effect

One man said that the carp here were just like the carp back home, if the carp back home didn't eat.

I feel warn. Some people say that the water will begin to burn if you don't wash it off soon enough. Some have said that the tingling can start within minutes of entering. Still, I feel that people who wear waders in this river are not to be trusted.

The sun had just started to push yellowly at the metal blinds in the living room. He handed me a cup of coffee.


"No sugar."

I needed the coffee. Not because I like coffee. I don't like coffee. It makes me twitchy but I needed to take a shit before we left the house. It is easier to drink coffee for that purpose with some sugar.

He slurped loudly and the sound was somehow reassuring. Someone creaked the ceiling barefoot from above.

His car is clean. He just had it detailed and even picked all the french fries out from under the seat that flew out of the bag that I was put in charge of securing. There is a giant oversized Humphrey Bogart Plus dure sera la chute poster on the wall in the living room that I almost don't even notice anymore.

You see, there is this plant material that is floating down the river all the time. It is floating down right now. I can hear it silently pissing me off. When your line lands on the surface of the water, this material will slide down the leader as it sinks and become stuck on your fly. The carp, which are for the most part not interested in what you have going on anyways, will be less interested in what you have going on when it is covered in salad. I didn't catch a fish. I am not using the salad as an excuse, just pointing it out as a new development in my DSP carp chronicles.

We were going fishing. We did. It was much of the same.

Some people don't care about salad. Some people are professionals. Some people are winners.

Will Rice and Clint Packo. Winners.


Thursday, August 23, 2012

Interspecies erotica and nine knuckles deep; a pre-pre-slam shortie.

It is not strange, by definition, if it is expected.

The pre-pre slam activities are progressing as expected, for the most part.

Cakes caked.

Party is happening.

Reynolds showing why he is the man.

Fish is happening.

JPL like a mofo

Nine-Knuckle Gangstas are abound. (You probably want to know, but you can't.)

And then there is the other stuff...

Luchadors in action

DSP Dirty Love.
-Alex who always knows how it will be, but is always a little surprised.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

There again.

It is that time again. Time for them carps in CO.

Once the urban Platte gets in your blood, it is part of you forever... Generally in the form of some blood borne virus. But I ain't scared. No, sir. It is time for the baptism of chemical and slime, and green sludge that leaks from large concrete pipes. Scrub that good, mister fisherman. Scrub hard.

See you soon on on the banks of the SP, rocking the MG/JPL/AL manwich. This shit is about to get real. Again. Even realer, this time. If that is possible. C'mon, Ricecakes; let freedom ring!

So real, it hurts.


Monday, August 13, 2012

Treats for your eyeball

Tosh Brown has dropped another round of photographic awesomeness.

Check it out.

Thursday, August 09, 2012

It is not Always Peaceful. (or) This is Normal for Aaron and I

Aaron and I have been known to do this shit, without being angry with each other.