‘Scuse me sir, but is it time to start hurling the bubonic bodies over the wall yet?

Sun Tzu once wrote about an army who won a battle without casting a stone. The general sent an entire regiment of slaves to the frontline in clear view of the enemy and ordered them to slit their own throats.  The horrified enemy fled in fear. If ones troops are willing to kill themselves in such numbers to how are you to survive when the rest get ahold of you? The only way to keep your wits is through knowledge and confidence. Don’t allow your adversary to pick his battle-field and know when to nuke the shit out of them.

Some sick kicks!

 

Dope!

These shoes are so crazy dope!

The last mango in paris.

It’s the middle of the coldest winter I can remember & my soul is in major need of replenishing. My coat feels like a straight jacket because everytime I put it on I think I must be crazy for going outside. My feet, that have been cooped up in socks & shoes, long for the freedom of a flip-flop and the sweet caress of a warm ocean breeze. Salt crusted cars need to make way for clean convertables and sunglasses. If I were to make it south all the smart girls on the beach would want me next to them, so that my pale white skin could reflect more sun on them. Cold nights with chills that cut through the comforter are the worst; wearing clothes to bed is bad enough. On most nights you go to bed so heavily dressed you end up sweating under the covers. Then you wake up all curled in a shivering ball, fearing how much colder it is outside the blankets. But winter becomes spring, then spring to summer and life rejoyces across the northern hemisphere. I can’t wait for those times to return.

Love
Ty

HANK HATES YOU ALL!

Living in the Summit City is enough to drive a sane man imbecilic. You might think living in the 71st most populated city in the US of A might bring with it some culture. Sure it does if your culture consists of Heavy Metal and Meth-amphedimines,  fortunantly mine does not. The other seemingly dominant crowd that wanders the snow covered streets of Ft. Wayne is the Buffet Goers. They waddle from The Corral to feed trough with their shoeless, snot nosed, 150lb 7 year olds close behind. With a mouth full of potato chips and coca-cola wondering why they and their prodgeny are so grossly obease. Get a Freaking clue and stop shopping at the good will for christs’ sake. Those clothes are for homeless people not “good deals”. Shit!

Ty