Beef

OK, so today i have en tasked myself with a rather perplexing situation. It starts with an old friend of mine name "Goofy". Cool guy, hard worker, liked by all his peers, and a funny ass motherfucker. But as all sad stories go in life, Goofy met a terrible terrible terrible terrible end. Goofy passed on to the next life in a ditch, hands full on grass and dirt as he tried to pull himself up and look for help and make sure his attacker was far far away. The attacker in question was a typical redneck ass white bread racist punk mother fucker in a white ass town that doesn't like anyone that doesn't match in skin tone. Having stated that, this particular ass hole accidentally hit my boy with his truck. Goofy was hurt and laying there and he realized that the dude wasn't dead, so, he brick him to death. Literally, he beat goofy with a brick he had in the back of his truck, threw him in said ditch and moved right along. What really burns my briquettes is the fact that absolutely nothing at all in any shape form or fashion what so ever happened to this fucker because Goofy's family, (or those who would've had to press charges) don't live in the state of GA. Upon further investigation the cops actually helped him out so that nothing but the accident would be all he was held accountable for. Today this human pile of shit was staring me in the face as i logged onto facebook, i sat contemplating what course of action to take. Or if i should even bother, ya know, letting sleeping dogs lie and the like. But at the same time this friend of mine died at the hands of this scott free ass hole, that's not something I'm just willing to charge to the game. Deaths gotta be easy because life is hard, but to be brought to death's door and forgotten about? No way, no man has been born better off dead, in fact Goofy had more reasons to live than said cocksucker ever will. Well my friends, forgive your enemies, but never forget there names.

Terd Fergusons

Hello again gang, sorry it has once again been so long. the shit has been going down lately. no too crazy but more than any man needs. just started back to good old school again, and it sucks ass. the lady is rocking her scrubs and doing her vet tech thing. one of these days i have high hopes that we will be super rich. but who knows. being way out in the country makes keeping in touch much harder than i originally though. but anyhow now that im done filling yall in on whats going down, it is time to discuss the title of this here blog post. Terd Fergusons. they are everywhere you look. people who are just beyond cheap, cant let anything go. it can be annoying but then if you just remember that they are terd fergusons and then you let them know that they are terd fergusons it tends to make life a little smoother. some people are just douches and when we tell them, it makes us feel better. alrighty gang, well i dont have much tonite, but i will be back to it sooner than you think. tall be easy on the peasy and to all you terd fergusons out there fuck you

My Sentiments

Well ladies and ladiesmen, here we are, you the blog, a computer of some sorts. Getting right down to the stank on the skank, the title of this particular blog is just what this segment is all about. My sentiments; you see not being intimidated by confrontation always leaves a certain amount of openess to other problems that being bluntly honest or unmindful of some one elses little feelings will incite. But dont get it twisted, under just the right circumstances, I may for go giving a fuck just to lay it down to you. To put it in perspective, you will never hear me say "i hate to tell you" cause i dont, if it needs to be said, Im'll fuckin say it. Being that as it may, when it comes to family ya boy has to bite his tounge and take a different route all together. Its a long slippery slope when it comes to family you really care about and something is foul. (and PLEASE beleive me when i say ladies and gents, i aint talking chicken when i say foul). The point of all of this info is to enlighten you the reader, on a subject that has turned my insides out and made me question my own way in life and the decisions i have made thus far. But in the end i feel as though they've made me a little bitch in the process. So here i stand alone once again, thinking "fuck it" there all better off dead by far. But this is my family, what the hell am i thinking this wayabout the people who have instilled the very foundation of all that i hold sacred? There it is, back to square one. If my dear old grandma was still in action i already know these things would have come and passed a long time ag, but without her guidance and wisdom im almost left with an open sore that i can only hope heals soon, one that i call my heart. So their it is gals and gal pals, some more of that ol bullshit infesting upon the mind of the man known as Nikia Jones. No haters (please) i got moves to make, ya'll keep killinit.

Korn

Hello ladies and germs, hope all is ship shape. Getting right into the mix with that flavor you can savor, i gotta tell all about my favorite band of all time. The newer material is a little bit of a let down compared to the cool shit i came up listening to. Back then TRL was hosted by carson daly who had yet to be bought out by the man, he even sported black nail polish and held it down for bands like korn, limp bizkit, TOOL, even the Wu-Tang. (Watch ya step kid) But back to the nitty gritty, my all time favorite song is Got the Life. It says alot by jusy saying so very little. Which if you have come to terms with the atmospheric pressure of the seaport styled blog you already know that suttle shuffle is just the G in somebody. The coolest thing about the band in itself is the videos, almost all the old school animated videos have been drawn by todd mcfarlane himself. (the creative genius behind spawn) Any and everytime i sit for a good listen to the enigma that is korn all i can think about is the cool shit i did while jamming hard to the best of there music. Driving my hoopty, smacking my girlfriend on the ass when it was still a big thrill. Rolling my first spliff, and doing it on the hood of a car in the middle of the night. Memories. Sometimes its all we got, and sometimes its all you want to forget. To all of you out there, be easy hold it down, and smack some ass.

Anticipating

Well sportsfans, the real sportsfans, its just about that time, beer t.v. and some motha fuckin football. I myself will be looking forward to some serious time with an old friend and the practice of the most brutal sport with him, all my good pals in the sandbox will riding high and feelin fly come the end of this month. All in all its just a good time in the life and times of the man known as Nikia Jones, then of course those tasty morsels of cheekiness from the gun man himself. I did stumble upon something rather cool. Yeah i know, its the shit. Moving right along, you gotta check out the new machete movie, its gonna be filled with all kind of cool ass pencas. Yeah. Its gonna be the shit! In other news apparently you only get a ticket in Effingham county for a zone on a routine traffic stop. Also its still illegal to be brown and proud, so fuck the man and his plan. Last but not least, there's the snitches, one that beleive that they appear as plain as one does in there everyday casual wear, but the scent of pork is far too over bearing to even conceive letting your guard down. Thats all for now citizens of gotham, slack a little and hold it down, ya boy is out.

The Knight Rider car

Well gang im back once again and it is of course totally awesome. I have been working the morning shift lately and my boss is all up in my ass so i cant get as much blogging done as i would like. luckily i have an excellent topic to day so you will get quality instead of quantity. Let me ask you a question, what is the coolest car ever? The answer is Kitt the car from knight rider. what a bad ass car, it had the red light in the front that let you know the car was talking, it went fast, if you recall it would go almost 200 mph. pretty bad ass eh? but the reason of this blog isnt just to throw deserved praise on a bad ass car, it is to point out the the original Kitt probably was a gas guzzler. this makes it so ordinary folks like myself cant get one. and we are the people who need cars like that more than anyone else. so here is my idea. we are going to get a black honda civic, give it some tent and then we will attach one of those red lights to the front of it and BAMMO we have a sweet as car very similar to the original Kitt. BAD ASS! but wait we can make it better, thats right i said BETTER. but how you ask? with this. Thats right that is a fucking GPS that talks like Kitt. HOLY SHIT this honda is now truly a mini gas saving Kitt. we have done the unthinkable turned a car no one wants and made it into something everyone NEEDS. looks like its fixing to go down now. i can hear the commericials now. " So you want to get laid but dont know how? Well look no further buy this car now and get laid TONITE!!" this of course would be a monster truck rally annoucer. oh yea, or maybe we could get randy the macho man savage to do it. hell yea. another way to get laid of course is to be like this guy and wear a spandex suit with a picture of yourself on it jumping through a brick wall, does it get any cooler than that. hell no. well guys this has been totally awesome and i hope to be back soon. but until then as always yall be easy on the peasy

On the spot

Never tense, just relaxed, eyes fixed in the general direction of the one causing this confrontation to escalate into what it has now become. Me vs. another, three slow breaths as i slowly prepare to turn my hands and feet into weapons of pain. Then there's his hands, clenched turning into fist ready to fight me. I glare once more, lose the watch, and the chain, Totally relaxed, my hands already know this dance of death, no fixed position, just centered upon the impact of mits to this half assed excuse of a man. My aim is six inches behind the target, his face hole. He lunges and I merely step a inch back and release my hand loosely snapping my wrist at the second of impact. For a moment I look as though I'm stretching forward with my fist in front of me as though I'm blind, only to recoil and send my left hand on an upward arch that connects beautifully with the chin of this half a fucker. At long last the anger wells up and it is no longer the man no one knows by the name of Nikia Jonez in control, only the instinct to finish what has been started. I pummel and push only grab shirt or a wrist and administer more punishment. It all ends with him on his knees if front of me, lots of dirt and disdain mark his fuckin shit ass face. I can feel my conscience slide back into the controls that have went "lights out" in my dome, and now I truly feel as though this has all come to the end. Mercy is not an emotion that I have alot of, but this stupid fuck is lucky enough to get it in the form of my foot on his shoulder, i push he lays back I get in the Granada and put in the wind.

Just for them cool ass G'z

Well my loyal and well educated scrapians, before we get to the brass tax of the past month let us once again send up a big fuck you to the man, letting him down one cool ass motherfucker at a time. Next, big shouts to the gun man himself, i will be hitting your neck of the woods in a matter of a couple of weeks. And of course before we burst the perverbiable bubble, a BIG ass eat shit and die to the new found racist who have dedicated themselves to the removal of best side of ya boy himself. Now then, if you know like i do, there are those who stand out in your mind as far as cool, and altogether a chill ass mofo. This blog is dedicated to all who have jumped in a losing battle for the sake of having your back alone. For any and everybody that has one of those scars you bear with pride, the experience in gaining it and the story of what lead up to the events when that particular tissue was once still imaculate as can be. Last but please beleive not least, all them Glennville Gangstas, now spread all over the beloved dirty dirty, killinit, kickinit, and stickinit like a stamp. But dont feel left out, if step out at night and catch the sight of the blunt smoking slipping and swaying across the moon in the dead of night, rest assured there are at least 3 otha mothafuckas kickinit old skool with ya right then and there.

Just keeping on keeping on

Well gangsters im back again, once again im sorry its been some time. you know how things go though what with being busy and life and what not. recently things have been going pretty smoothly. just chilling out in the country. annas truck just slap quit on her and i was able to put the battery back in after someone else took it out. pretty amazing for a guy who cant change a tire. if you think thats funny it is. but i just have one thing to say. fuck you. and the horse you came in on for that matter.

i have noticed recently that people seem to be getting stupider. not in just one way in all ways. people driving slow as hell in the fast lane, and then they give you the finger when you pass them in the slow lane. people who can use the internet to find my hotel but cant figure out how to get fucking directions. people who inform you that they are using long distance when they call. i dont give a shit if you are on long distance. if thats an issue to you have you dumb questions ready to go.

on another note i am starting to think working in hotel has made me more bitter. oh well fuck it.
i gotta get ready for an accounting exam and some economics plus a super sweet accounting report on krogers annual reports. sounds like fun i know, but it isnt. but the best part is im only two weeks away from having a day off.

yall come back now, ya here

The stop and stare

Well ladies and gents, hope all is well despite that its hot as hell. I wanna address a new "manuever" if you will, the stope and stare, a fello G whose name will be left out, calls it the glance and glare, anyhow, its pretty fuckin handy for rude waitresses and or servers, and espically folks at the hiltony hilton who think im gonna juggle some chainsaws for them upon checking in and shit. The s and s comes in good with traffic, if you get the chance to pull up next to some jackass who forgot that we all are driving on this particular stretch of road of which he does not hold ownership to just give him the stare as you stop, this may even entice the noted douchebag in question to give you the finger or even yell some obscenities, which may lead to more staring while stopped but fuck that guy you locked him in and now you crackin a grin. (yeah fuck a douche bag) I like to use the s and s when some tries the whole "let me borrow a dollar" routine. Ya know? These are MY dollars for this parking meter, and i dont have a spare cause the man needs more bread to expand and create more evil so the price has went up to 1.00 and hour and i have just enuff to dodge a ticket so NO fuckin shittin hells to the motha fuckin nah you aint copping none of my dollars motha fuckin get a job. Moving right along use it wisely as this can also lead to a sudden lash out of violent behavior. Nobody wants to throw them things in this heat, thats all i gotta say about that killas, yall be easy and keep ya dollars in the console. Nikia out.

The useless info

Alright gentlemen and gentleladies, hope you're a ok and traveling with out delay, Ill waste no time bashing in the brains of those motherfuckin shitty ass infomercials. Where do these numb nutted fools get the balls? The dollar store, the moon, maybe the white house? I want cartoons, and late night scary movies, even an old western with that Clint Eastwood flavor you can savor, but infomercials? Not only is this the most pointless useless mindless ass way to try and promote a product but its an utterly tragic waste of mothafuckin time and effort, and if you can gauge ya boy by now TIME is the only thing in this world i refuse with utter strictness to waste. You're not getting any of it back any time soon and you definetly cant win a time share full of it or win it like the lottery. No my fellow scrapians, this just simply will not fucking do. I mean they even sucked cuck norris in, the total gym does kick a lot of ass, ( yeah i got one off the net) but not because of the fuckin infomercial, or even because of good ol chuck, i just wanted a floor work that would do the trick for arms and legs. Theres that other dildo who sells that stupid slap chop where he half ass raps through it. Commercials suck bad enough, (maybe not the old spice ones) so why inflict even more damage to the world of watchers by gumming the senses with mindless ads for dick fertlizers and slap choppers and silver and gold polishes. What are they paying these people, and ladies, why the fuck would give yourself the nun glaze by bragging on what undergarment keeps the pee in? Those poor bastards, never have i been so apalled by the man and his attempt to scalp a grown ass outta some bread. Afroman said it best when he said fuck the corporate world. Oh yeah, Arizona can still suck my half brown ass cheek, and with that I would also like to wish all of you out and about in the blogosphere a good memorial day weekend. Until next time ya'll keep an extra clip, and dont catch one in the hip.

The soul pole network

Well killas, the idea of ideas has come forth. Bore from the tireless thoughts and inquiries of the mind of a man who knows not of greed, only need. An idea so stupendous and out rightly ingenius that only you the reader have the preparedness to deal with such a massive of amount of ingenuity and calculation. Those who have bored us with the tantilizing thought of a channel that only features music are the only ones who face peril with the awakening of such inclinations. An idea so grand that in end of things and in the face of my death I will pass ease knowing that my creation will live on long after after I'm worm food and you the reader can still be easy on the peasy at your own leisure. T.v. will never be what it once was, nore will it hold the same significance as it once did. No my friends nothing about the idiot box will be stale and unappeasing in the slightest. So until then keep you remotes close and your t.v. guides closer, cause its coming and no can do anything to motha fuckin stop it.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is nikia gals and gal pals, slap hands and make plans, im out.

Legalizing racial profiling

Ladies and gentlemen, if you are a hater stop reading at this moment. Now, a quick history lesson, we didn't cross the border (first?) the fucker crossed us. Texas was "annexed" which is just a fancy way of saying being claimed then taken, along with was parts of nevada, oklahoma, and arkansas just to name a few. Moving right along, brown people don't get too loud about the past because as anyone will tell ya, its been so long ago that no one immediatley affected is still around to kick up some dust. So now we have these jack ass non pussy getting bitch face chode gulping ass kissing uncultured shallow fuck faced moronic stupid shylock fuckin race hatin jew prick hippie motherfuckers making it legal for the 5-o to fuck with the brown man, why? Because apparently all the killing and robbing in arizona happens only because "the illlegals" are the ones who are doing all this bad shit. (I mean really?) There's too much shit going down in this small world we live in for some dildos to start sticking it to the brown man just cause they want to. Of all the shit to get worked up over and all the problems facing us as a humanity what in the fuck can posess another human being to judge another by the color of there skin. Greed? Bullshit? Envy? If you run them all out who's gonna work the jobs that the avergae american wont? I've saw any other white people besides me in the fields or the packing sheds, or even most of the construction sites. Who's gonna work for minimum wage or even less? You? Yo momma? Fuck Arizona right up there dry desert ass hole. Its 2010, no one owns the world and no motherfuckin goddamn body has the right to profile me you him her or them because of our legal birth status, color, race, gender, period. That's all i gotta say about that, ya'll keep it real or taste the steel, nikia out.

Im back

alrighty gangsters im back. i know it has been some time but the Sandford is back and better than before. i have moved out to the country in the mean time. its nice and quiet and the destroyer is enjoying it. im still in the hotel business and it still sucks. doing the schooling thing as well. an accountant i soon shall be and then i will come and bore you all to death. of course today is a special day for us all. today is the peoples day. we all do what we enjoy and whole its still frowned upon, like masterbating in airplanes, its still good times. as you may have guessed i agve seen the hangover, totally fucking badass. also was zombieland. it been some time so im a bit rusty on the blogging. so this is going to wrap it up for today. but i shall return and it wont be long. ill be back

ps watch the running man. best arnold movie ever.

Just some shout outs

Well killas, i gotta say that it's just sad sometimes when a ya cant slap hands or hug necks and show some love to ya peeps, so today i have taken the opportunity to do the damn thang like a real G should.

My nigga shawn. (up in the sand box waxing ali-baba's)
Nick Smith. (holding it down in g-town, all gangsta gangsta n shit)
Tommy Sandford. (treading the furlow in the boro)
Barbara Faircloth. (chillin to henry rollins in collins)
Tracie and Ricky Durrence. (living large and in charge)
Starry Shaff. (dodging the man in the promised land)
Tavarus Miller. (all thriller no filler R.I.P.)
Kendra Adams. (still in it to win it)
Blood Raw. (thanks for the autograph)
Eric Skoglund. (got my back like chiropract)
Dreyfus Lewis. (holding it down to the ground)
Gene Martinez. (still the man with the plan)
Boo. (still not loving police, still holding me down with my cuffs and my crease, still makin that decision with precision, still my wife and the reason im living)
Big Boi. (with that feel for real deal-thanx for the autograph)
Mike DeBerry. (laying beats that might be scary)
Wesley Smith. (in the navy, & I hope its all gravy)
Julio-Ceasar Villalobos. (you gotta know, i got mad love for ya bro)
John Williams. (get it straight, b4 its too late)
Severo Hinojosa. (a real o.g. to everybody)
Tonio Villalobos. (keep ya close to where it counts the most)
Balmori Amaya. (you still the man, but i understand)
Nicholas Martinez. (still on my mind, though you're hard to find)
Tommy Norris. (still notorious)
Mason Anders. (still giving to make a living)
Will Meyer. (non drinking cause of what she thinking)
Wesley Durrence. (drunk on a constant occurence)
Marty Pye. (thanks for billy jean, she still so fly)
Ferdinand Beaumont. (i gotta crouch cause you hog the couch)
Dontay Collins. (flippin lids and chasing kids)
J. Sarceno. (hope it aint costin in boston)
Trey Lindsey. (still wondering what happened to the danger ranger)
Liz Joyner. (still in pain cause they got ya in chains)
Jeremy Winston. (slapping hands and making plans)
Josh and Jacob Villalobos. (whats cua)
Armando Ramirez. (making it happen in claxton)
Logan Mackeaveli. (never rude, like a solid dude)
Mark Taber. (babies, lungs, and nudies)
Geri Smith. (whats class if u cant pass)
Sonia Bowling. (makin room for a shroom)
Cecil Neuman. (no hate, while playing straight)

In all honesty this is gonna take me a lifetime when i think about, so if ya name aint present dont sweat it, i got no time and im fresh outta ryhmes, be easy on the peasy or else you'll turn japanesy. Happy motha fuckin 420 niggas!!!!!!!! Nikia J out.

She a hoe fo sho!

Guy and gurls, its another day with little or no pay, and of course no blog from the gun man himself. Moving right along, lets analyze a motha fuckin bitch ass HOE! Ya really have to understand the stamina and the abilities needed to be deemed "hoe." And please beleive me when i say that i certainly aint referring to no garden tools. First if she can run in them stiletto's, and still not spill a drank while chasing some nigga wit some bread, she a hoe. If she clean ya house for a rental, HOE. Who could ever forget the hair, more than 2 colors, and two stylings that make it look like a monet, HOE. Race don't matter, and she can be short, tall, skinny, fat. The most trifling ass hoes i know are some short skinny white girls that reside in the nether realm of gooseneck ga. (sad i know) The funniest thing about hoes is there modest interest in the high class folk who never come around them, instead they search them out, there's the flirty flashy atention grabbing aspect that'll make ya pitch your empties at there face. But most important of all is the get up. A hoe will hold no shame, and big girls especially, will wear whatever, whenever. (rolls apparently come free with this particular breed of hoe ya know) Now big girls do need the love, but in my mind, maybe they should be paying the poor sap who couldn't get a date and got stuck taking a hoe with him to the spot. I mean this man gonna spend his bread all night, and you aint gonna let him hit til he break bread with you, so why not just show him the chase and let him cut to it so to speak. Anyway, fuck a hoe, that's why nikia has since long ago steered clear of all the hoe-ware, and daitng scene. I gotta bad bitch who can scratch my itch. Anyhow keep bleach in the bathroom, nikia J out!

Zombie apocalypse!!!!!!

Today's blog is brought to you by glock, one good motha fuckin gun. Moving right along ladies and gents, I wish to bestow upon you a slight gleaming hope of mine, that although ridiculous and out of range of reality as it may be, I hope deep down will come to pass. I dont like people, in groups, or crowds, one on one, or even in my immediate surroundings. Don't get me wrong, I am "good" with people, and know how to interact and approach the majority of them, but all together the dis taste i have for them is that of cats for dogs, or vice versa. It isnt all people either, there's a saying when living by the G-code that real recognizes real, and as far as I can tell this has held more truth than sticks and candles. Its for that reason that I hope deep down that the next "viral catasrophe" is a sickness that causes people to turn into those sick ass zombies. My house would be a fuckin fort surrounded by punji pits, flying moltoff cocktails, and every wall would have the just in case shotgun. That shit is the shit! But tha main thing is the lesser number of world destroying non respect having ass shit bags! Just imagine having the pleasure of stepping outside just to blast those annoying people who live all around, who dont look both ways before crossing the street, and eat the last slice of pizza while guzzling the last dew. (Fuck shit) In the end, just lettin me loose on some mindless used to be people now they must type shit is just what a nigga needs sometime. People though, they still equal shit, and eat it. To all of my people, keep ya glock close, and ya shotty closer. N to the J is out, for now anyways, ya'll be cool, and avoid the gruel.

A blog for the fallen.

Every so often every gangsta ass fool has to take a minute for those who have ceased to be, near, far, family, or just a another cool killa in ya click. Today just happens to be a day where that notion has come easily without alot of emotional regression. I done poured out the liqour and had a few t shirts made, but i didn't get to speak of how awesome each of them still are and how much they meant (or mean) to me. To this day the eulogy of my grandmother causes me a great amount of anger, no one allowed me the priveledge to speak of how amazingly loving she was, and made the very best food, my grandma made cat head biscuits that could make a puppy pull a train! Then of course, there's Frank, a fellow glennville gangsta, with the flavor one can savor. Frank was a friend of friends, he lost his shit in his car one day and left for good, he prolly hustling up in whatever afterlife there is for a gangster of his caliber. (.40 like a glock) My closest ally of course, is piper, she died so long ago and the things she left behind were full of the memories we shared and made, but relationships change when your gone too long. Then of course Andrew, shot and killed by a cop with out any god given sense, and the lack of the knowledge to fire a fuckin warning shot. All my homies are never forgotten, gone maybe, but far from left to rest in peace without a trace of there exsistence bestowed upon those who may have never met them. Well that's it for now killers and cousins. You see Tommy the gun man himself give him a nice slap for me, (nigga still aint blogging)!!!!!!!!

The tweakend

Now throw yo hands in the ayer, and wave em like ya just don't cayer, and if like shrimp and grits and all the pimp shit, everbody say oh yeah yer.

Stick it like a stamp

Alright then here we go sportsfans, an ass whooping and a half to he handed down by you the reader! See the gun man himself has made his ever endearing presence amongst us at the scrappy sea front rather scarce. After a long and encroaching process of elimination it seems that the best solution is for the feind in you to get back at the supplier who has left starving for the whimsicle points and atributes that only he himself can lay down for you to pick up. If you dry in the idea well as to how to go about bringing on the pain i have taken the liberty to enlighten your anger driven senses. Baseball bats always leave a nice impression and not to mention they get your point straight across, just dont aim for the heads so that he can still type once the blood stops and he can fully regain process of thought. Another, and one of my personal favorites, is the melvin, and or a wedgie. This classic would definetly leave him reeling, the burn and the stuffage of underwear in the nether regions, almost brings a tear to my eye. Last but not least, your slab, just run his ass down like a stray dog shitting on your sidewalk. One good pound with the bumper and he'll be wheel chair bound and stuck at home on the computer blogging his way to recovery! That's almost a master plan! So ya heard it here first comrades, ass holes and elbows til we get that feel for real deal straight from the source. Until then ya'll get in it twice a day to keep them haters away.

Motha Fuckin Georgia

Killas! Here it is the last day of the first month of the new year, and what year its been thus far. Drivin-n-Cryin has a new album out after 12 years hiding under the rugs with the bed bugs, and then of course there's the 2012 fiasco, and i gotta tell yas if the end of the world is nigh and were all gonna burn like a bad ass perm, I think I'm just gonna get drunk and watch Phantom of the paradise. Just kick it like a G till it all goes down like a plane crash. Last night was cooler than the other side of the pillow, good food, a coffin sized cooler full-o-beers, and the D For now sportsfans I must wave and tip my cap as I head off into the dark cold night to sleep it off and wake up to do it again.