Might Be Tasty

Smells Like Fish, Tastes Like Chicken

Year: 2015

You guys are so awesome for “liking” my post about my new company but what I really need is for you to SHARE it so it gets around. Basically, I am designing t-shirts to help fun seed money into me managing and promoting combat sports athletes.  Ultimately, I want to open a gym up in the…

“He don’t tote it.”

Spent last night watching documentaries. I watched one about a gay white serial killer in Louisiana (why didn’t that more publicity?! It was going on while I was working down there. You could say its because he killed black guys but he killed white ones too… I think its just because he killed people that…

Business.  Pleasure?  There is no pleasure.

I’ve been so busy trying to work on other aspects of my life that me blogging again always seems to fall by the wayside. A lot of it has to do with self-censoring… but in my old age, I find that maybe I am self-censoring a hell of a lot less. I want to talk…..

I’ve been a busy beaver today…

If you’ve been following along, you know me a little bit and you know treating me like shit is the best way to get me first, depressed, second stage, angry, third stage, motivated to take your ass out… and so it is, and here we go… If you could do me a favor and like…

Do it looks like we had a little micro-cell come in through the Northern part of Chicago. A LOT of damage in Rogers Park. This is just on my block… I walked around a bit… its bad everywhere. I’m a little sad because one of the awesome things about where I live ARE the tree…

I went off on Facebook… I liked it. It needed to be saved.. so putting it here: Things I am sick of hearing about: -Confederate Flag -Guns -Your sexuality or your gender -Black this -White that -Cops -One Direction -Beyoncee -Anything with Kardashian or Jenner People so so fucking lost right now, its sad. Let…

AND SO IT BEGINS AGAIN.
AND SO IT BEGINS AGAIN.

Yes… it was time. Finally time to start writing again. I’ve been posting too much to Facebook and I am sure my “friends” are sick of me by now. It’s clear that I miss writing, miss that free-flow regurgitation of my thoughts out to the interwebs… for good… or ill. Some of you will recall…