Haha, oh gosh, I'm going to have to start driving the truck again because I got merged into driving my stationwagon.  It's fine by me I like my Ranger better, it's nicer, just doesn't have the gas mileage.  I went to pick up Eric Leech in the stationwagon and the door on the passenger side only opens about 3 inches.  It wasn't as glamorous as Dukes of Hazard for Eric to jump through the window everytime we got in and having to crawl across my seat to get out lol.

Oh, and poor Kaylie Moore, after we hung out with her, Morrey, Brendan and Jooleigh, she pulled out in front of a truck and got T-boned then pushed head on into another car!  Kaylie is alright aside from a concussion and Morrey's leg is cut.  I heard she sold the car for $20, too.  The junkyard normally pays $50 Kaylie, I hope it was someone you like lol... I'm glad you're all not seriously hurt, though.

Lots of accidents lately... My cousin MegO was in a 'pedestrian' accident last week.  She was walking down the ramp at her apartment and slipped on black ice and now she has a concussion, too.   It's kind of funny though because she's okay now and she works in a doctor's office.  She basically got examined and sent home by her boss.

God bless all of you and get better soon!

I rode with Shawn Grimm, Jon Rogers, Corbin Griffin, some guys from Manchester in a barn at Eric's house. With the ground being wet and my brakes not working very well it was difficult to do tricks.  I fell off and hit the wall pretty hard with my back and I landed on my shoulder and head.   After that I just let them push me into the ramps and wall with a shopping cart.  I was so cold it didn't hurt no matter how hard I hit, still doesn't. 

Hurt by Johnny Cash.

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hold
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

I got this from Jeff Combs!

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet and current street name)
    Max Main
2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (grandfather/grandmother on mother's side first name, favorite sweet)
  Jack Carmello
3. YOUR "FLY GIRL/GUY" NAME: (first initial of first name, first two or three letters of your last name)
  A Gue
4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite animal, name of high school mascot)
  Dolphin Knight
5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
  Wayne LaFontaine
6.YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (first 3 letters of your last name, last 3 letters of mother's maiden name, first 3 letters of your pet's name)
  Guemarmax
7.JEDI NAME: (middle name spelled backwards, your mom's maiden name spelled backwards)
  Enyaw Skram
8. PORN STAR NAME: (middle name, street you lived on)
  Wayne Main
9.SUPERHERO NAME: ("The", your favorite color, last product advertised that you remember on TV (or favorite)
  The Red Cellphone

"Every man is my superior in that I may learn from him."
  -Thomas Carlyle

not to be confused with:

"Every man I meet is in some way my superior."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Anyway, "Every man is my superior in that I may learn from him."

I have learned that most of these people live their lives not in vain or as failures, but as a warning to the rest of us.

New Rule:  A poem about an ex should not take more time and thought than the relationship itself. 

If you were creative and expressive, she would not have dumped you in the first place. I am not asking you to give up crying, moaning and being critical of others; you do well in these vices.  Poems often make heavy use of imagery, word association, and musical qualities.  Your poem does not rhyme, follow a rhythm, convey a deeper message or symbolism, or show any sign of a correct enjambment. Furthermore, the title of your poem consists of the first three words, which can be accomplished by saving an unnamed document in Microsoft Word.  Upon reviewing your most recent piece, the attempts at poetry may be where you went wrong in the relationship.