^Rhino! wrote: ↑
Wed Oct 14, 2020 11:28 am
M F Bonz wrote: ↑
Mon Oct 12, 2020 9:16 am
M F Bonz wrote: ↑
Mon Oct 12, 2020 7:55 am
Laughs~ Worship doom? no.
Finding out about a bogeyman that scares someone. Yes ..I might attach it to the end of a stick and poke them with it a couple times. OK a couple of dozen times. Don’t be so afraid of the dark people. And grow some skin ...Life is not that scary or bad. Fucking Laugh More I do. Loosen up on the grip I see your white knuckles.
spoken like a true Road Warrior. In our heyday, you and I would have dined on danger and danced with doom. I intend to return to those days sometime in the near future.
The bogeyman is still a mere mid-card talent. A Road Warrior is a main eventer, singly or as part of a tag team.
I try not to just pick on somebody just to pick on somebody. Simon doesn’t bother me. The depth of his intellectual Snark is unparalleled...makes me wanna hump his leg.
I spent part of my career in private security ...sticking up for the people who couldn’t stick up for themselves. But if you are going to dish it ...you better be able to take it. That’s why dad always said “”grow some skin boy.”” He also threw my uncle in a swift river to teach him how to swim. ...that almost didn’t work out the way he planned. Go figure.
I came from a family harder than plow steel.
Family of storytellers and actors.
One thing dad drilled into me early on ...was he would just embarrass the fucking shit out of me until I learned it. If he ever over heard me telling a story of his or a story he knew. And if I altered that story with my own facts or versions. He would walk up in a loud voice so everybody could hear...
“”never let the truth get in the way of a good story huh son?””
I quickly learned that simply telling the actual story instead of adding to it ...not only the story was more powerful and interesting on its own....but you didn’t need to remember a lie.
I had just totaled a 1984 Kawasaki ninja in a T-bone accident. Only had 1200 miles on it. I was moving to Sacramento and I was going to use the bike for street/strip racing. I totaled my bike before I moved.
So the move was done in a wheelchair.
Norman and I lived in adjacent houses out in the country on a half acre before bump and I moved to Sacramento. Regaining some of my mobility about a year later. I started crewing with a friend on a blown alcohol Hydro. The last time I talked to Norman was about him coming up to the boat drags and so we could see him.
And so he could check out the local dragstrip racing scene. Norman had a 65 mustang we built for dragracing. Within the month he rolled his ZX turbo.
I still keep in touch with touch with Friends who are still around from that time.
One is in Texas now ....him and his brother has been rebuilding a race car.
This text came with a video. I won’t post the video.
“”Finally fired the race car up last night. It’s been two years! Yea””
Haven’t seen him in probably 35 years or more.
I reconnected with him recently by getting his number from a mutual friend. And texting an old picture from high school of his 67 Shelby he had stuffed a 428 CJ into. Saying “”the last thing I remember about this car is we had to jack up the motor to change a spark plug.””
He knew I knew him but had no idea who it was. Until I told him. We communicate on a regular basis now and he keeps me informed with updates on the racecar.
Hope to go see him at his ranch in Texas Someday. Or on the race track here in Sacramento.
Not many of us left.