Ok, let me say that this is long and if you have the attention span of a fucking nat or a tard with piss stained pants.... give up now. Don't bitch or comment about the length of it, unless you are a girl talking about my cock.............

Should I start with a rant or with what the fuck has been up and where the fuck things are going??

Yeah, never ending questions have kept my mind spinning. Too many decisions and life choices are in this chapter of my life.

I have made a lot of poor choices in the last year. Not bad decisions, but poor choices. Things that were a toss up, came up heads when I chose tails, put money on red and it turns up black as well as being caught up in my own personal bullshit.

I guess I will start with the nutsack abcess.... since a lot of you were so intrigued by that and are here because of it.

Anyone with a nutsack will understand or at least flintch on this. It was a really hard lump about the size of a quarter that I couldn't even tell if it was attached to my right nut or not, because when I touched the fucking thing it hurt so fucking bad I wanted to cry. At the end I couldn't sit, stand, walk or I would be moaning on the couch, floor or bed for half an hour feeling as though someone kicked me in the nuts with steel toed boots.

When my Dr. cut it open....... it musta sounded like The London Dungeons with a 12 year old alter boy being raped by the Vatican priests on holiday in The UK. Or just by Kobe Bryant.... It hurt like a mother fuckin bitch....

But it is annoying to think that shit was caused by a fucking ingrown hair... ingrown toenail I can see as being painful. But a fucking hair? And as many girls reading this can attest to, I don't even have a fucking hairy nutsack. Even when I went in and got fixed, nuetered, vasectomized.... the nurse said thanks for remembering to shave my sack.... I didn't remember jack shit, matter of fact I would have liked her to shave my sack or at least play with my balls, she was hot.

I am loosing focus here.....

Last year my father and grandmother died within 2 weeks of each other and he died a couple days before xmas which I never really dealt with until the last few months. He wasn't my natural father, but he was the only one I ever knew. There were way more bad times than good, but there were laughs between the bullshit... it just took a long time to remember some of those. And it is odd how all of a sudden you don't remember a couple things, but a flood... completely overwhelming and the guilt is thick as tar. 

Starting a company, working yourself to death, loosing well over 100K and a friend I had for about 20 years due to his laziness and poor work ethic.... kinda sucked horse cock. Being involved in lawsuits with 3 seperate parties and having to deal with lawyers is as fun as having my sack cut open.... "oh please Dr. would you shake some more salt into my sack.... thank you"

My daughter is pissed and not talking to me again... this time because I called and text messeged her 25 times and she didn't respond (which she always does the first time) then finally calls with such an attitude in her voice I wanted to slap the lips off her face, so I called her a bitch and she hung up on me. She calls me 3x and when I didn't return her call she goes off on me, but 25 seperate times and she has the nerve to give me attitude and snot talk........ fuck that. I am not gonna get too into it, she might actually read this, but this is probly the equivilant of reading The Old Testament in Latin to her........

I want to study Greek mythology, I want to feel like my life is an adventure again, I want to go on an African safari, I want to fuck a hot Norweigen girl in the middle of winter by the fireplace for a week or until her sister comes to give her a break... I want to be the stupid american drunk and stumbling through a country I can't pronounce, I want to watch a line of 20 people punch my old landlord in the face (fairytales can come true, it can happen to you... wish upon a star... I can fucking dream can't I?) I want to take the Toshiba laptop I bought and stick it up the person in charge's ass....sideways.....fucking piece of shit. I want my new macbook to hurry and get here so I can stick the other one up the tool in charge at toshiba... I want to find Sherry lynn Chambers or what the fuck ever her real name was again for one last fuck by the hottest piece of ass I have ever seen, and fuck her till her 36D-24-36 smokin hot body cums so fucking hard she squirts until my mattress is fucking soaked again. I want to travel the world again, meet people from cultures ranging from mountain villages in Lebanon to coastal villages in the Canary Islands. I want to run with the bulls and chuck tomatoes at the 500 drunk people chucking them at me. I want to drive with the top off around the coast of Ireland, Italy, Spain and wherever the fuck I end up driving to. I want to live and feel alive again, not like I am going to lose my life working 20 hours a fucking day.  

So I have made the decision..... (I stole this from a letter I wrote a friend, cause it was good, true, how I feel and I am too tired and lazy to write it again)

 I am going back to Europe for a few years or so.

Be in Vegas mid July for my son's 21st b/day. Then I will start off in pamplona spain for the running of the bulls then to either london or Ireland and hopefully back to Cologne and the Veinerschteffee for slinging beers in Germany for Octoberfest. Hopefully somewhere warm for the winter. Then Scandinavia for summer....

But who the fuck knows......... my plans are written in chalk on the sidewalk and I will play hop scotch all over the fucking place....

Lots of up's and down's this last year and that stupid fuck in the Whitehouse talking about bombing Iran has me on the brink. I shot off an email to Sebastian Junger who is a friend of mine, best selling author (the perfect storm), war corespondant, madman and notoriously smelly footed middle east expert... to see if he would be interested in letting me carry his smelly socks while doing a story about Iran... so, I figure I should hear back within a month or so, who knows where the hell he is, maybe there already.

It is cool riding my Harley on sundays with my rockstar buddys to the malibu shore and having a few beers and all this bullshit... but I have a very hard time stomaching what this douche bag in washington is doing. We are occupying more countries than anyone since Nazi Germany.

Why are we going to war with the middle east........ fuck him and hopefully I can do something to inform the average dumbfuck that is sitting in his lazyboy recliner with a beer in one hand and a bowl of pork rinds by the other while flipping between football, porn and giving a rah rah with the blank look on his face while watching Bush during the state of the union address.....

Sigh.......... end of rant.