The Hobo Code and the Chewing Gum...

 There is nothing more... well ok a few things, but seriously! This bugs me to the core! GUM on the bottom of my shoe! That's right folks, Daddy is on a rant... I wanted to come clean spill by guts, leave the blood on the alter and skip away free , blessed and happy. You know... old school. hahahha!

 Naw Son, rules changed... I gotta talk about the un-courtious nature of some of our citizens!

 This works me over. Stepping in GUM is one thing. But then having a giant glob stuck to the bottom of your boot when you gotta ride home on your Harley is something completely different. I jumped on my bike after a stellar performance laid down by the Magnificent and Mighty "The Hobo Code" this evening. They put down the funk, jive, punk, rock and let's toss in a jingle jangle of the "real deal", hard to the freakin' core tonight that would make "Yo Momma" stand up, clap, dance around, light a match and yell out praise to that goodness right there!!! "Of this here band... I tell you what!" They RAWKED!!! Yeah... and then some!

 Rob's vocals were on point! The Man, could be heard, crisp and clean... and no caffeine(awesome Root Beer here BTW. Yeah, best in town!)! Kyle laid it down... DAMN! He is a killer Bass Player! I give it up to him big time! Dave was tight, on hit and his and Kyle's vocals were clear and clean! Rob's guitar? Oh, what can I say, he owned that stage tonight! His big noise, feedback meltdown at the end was mind-blowing! After rockin' a stellar 45min set with "The Heaters" he stayed up there and gave his all! Fantastic Show tonight, marked a reunion for the "Dirtbags and Dust Bunnys"! All were in attendance to support our favorite "HomoSapiens!"Great times and great memories! "Cheers!!!"

 But then, I am outside saying my goodbyes, given hugs and obtaining blessing and prayer for my long ride home(takes 10min, but whatever). So yeah, I start my Harley, kick her into first and away I go. Then I notice, my foot is stuck to the peg. "What??? Crap!!!" My foot it stuck to the peg and shifting is gonna be a problem! Now... If you are anything like me, you do not want an obstacle in your way, that clearly does not need to be there... but it is! This wad of GUM wanted to ruin my entire evening and perhaps my safe ride home. But, um... no sir, that's not me and I ain't goin' out like that!

 I pulled over, grabbed a stick worked off what I could, said a prayer and got back on the road! I have the safety, love and grace of Jesus over me and I will not be flawed! Long story short and what not, I made it home...

The remaining gum on my boot.

 But I'm fired up!!! About what kind of "Silly half-sack, crazy nut, dirt diggin', triflin', AAAAHHHH" fool leaves a giant wad of chewing GUM on the sidewalk or street so someone else can come by and step in it!?!?! I'll tell ya what kind... a little kid, that's what kind!

 On closer inspection of said matter, it was a wad of "Strawberry"(I can smell it!) Hubba Bubba or Big League Chew. You know the kind kids wanna make a big chewing wad mess of... yeah, and I stepped in it! Great! So now, my anger level has come waaaaaaaayyyy down. The RAGE is over and I am humble once again. See, I don't get mad at children. They just don't know any better sometimes... My kids! No, they know better... but I just can't say the same for other kids in the community.

 Folks, if you have kids and you are gonna let them have a big wad of mess like that, be in control of what they do with it! Make sure they dispose of it properly! Cause the next biker that steps in a wad like that, may not be so nice! He may not be a Christian and being as such... well, it may not be so pretty when he talks about the entire transaction later over beers with his buddies. There maybe a story of missing teeth and cleaning of the bottom of his boot with a tongue or some other soft and moist object... (I know right, yeah I did type that! It's in your mind, now... chew on it. hahahahaha!)

 So anyhow, not a bad night at all... glad I got to get that off my chest and glad I got to have such a fun evening with my friends! Sorry if I had ya built up to receive a huge dose of my past dramas and dilemmas, but this needed to be heard and it was fresh... fresh as the gooey mess I still have to remove from the bottom of my boot.


Anyhow..."Cheers!!!"



---Say, um if at any time during my blog you wanna chime in and drop some words of advice, correction or just wanna say "Hi". Please feel free. You know, constructive criticism is vital to a young, ok not so young writer looking to see if he captures any level of interest or not. So um, yeah... hook it up with a comment already!---

Love you all!

-Rob.

Be expecting...

 Not that I plan to use this blog as a confessional, but um... yea, layers are wanting to peal off. Crap that I have harbored for too may years is wanting out and gone. Givin' it to God and setting this captive free!

so um, be expecting...

That is all for now.

.PEACE.

Sharing Testimony...

 Wow, it's so crazy to hear yourself admit to someone the struggles you have when you are sharing testimony with them... Hi my name is Rob and I am a Drug Addict/Alcoholic. But by the power of God and my Faith in his Love, I don't struggle like I used to anymore. Can I "legally" say I'm not tempted…NO. There is always temptation, it's what we do when that sin nature creeps up on you, that sets us apart. Do I have all the answers… No. Thank God I have been given the resources to find them. Sure I don't struggle like I used to and I don't have the cravings like I used to, but every now and then there is a voice that try's to talk me into it... I know that voice very well... It's my own. It's what happens when my flesh gets weak to temptation and tries to over power my Spirit. It's those times that I trust in the word the most! God's word will quiet the voice... every time! It builds my Spirit Man up and keeps my mind and heart right!

 I recently shared my testimony with a very close friends mother yesterday. I'm still reeling from the level of disclosure I offered. It was like a valve was opened and all I could do was continue to pour it out. I even confessed to having lied about something for so long it was hard to discern the truth from the lie. (the following is just that)

 It was 1994, I was involved with some people(drug dealers) who were not so nice and I used to go to them to purchase my drugs(for distribution and personal use). Well one lovely afternoon, while I was supposed to be at work, I stopped in to pick up an "Ounce" of Speed(Meth if you are not sure of what I am talking about), so I could make it threw my job that evening without issue. I worked for a company called "Murphy's Express" we delivered VHS movies to your home after you phoned in an order. Not a bad gig, but the hours kinda sucked. So anyhow, there I am purchasing my drugs in a hurry, clamoring to leave when I forget the golden rule #2 on a pick up… "always party your supplier a quick rail before you bail". Well having been in a hurry and on the clock I put my bag in my pocket and made for the door. My dealer jumped up and was like, "Hea, don't you wanna party real quick before you just jet off?". That should have been my cue. But I replied, "Naw I'm good, I gotta get back to work." Opened the door and walked outside. Rule #1 "Never trust a junkie!" I no sooner stepped off the porch when I caught a fist to the back of the head. I went down to the grass and mud and proceeded to catch a serious ass wooping. The entire time I've got three speed freaks kicking the shit out me and a thwacked out broad yelling, "Yeah, that's what you get for disrespecting up in my house MF'er!" (she didn't even live there, she was just dudes girlfriend) So anyhow… this is where the lie part comes in.

 I was on the clock back at Murphy's, I had a bag full of movies that I needed to deliver between two houses just south east of Belmont and maple. When I got back up from the fetal position I was in in the front yard. A plan began to formulate in my mind. Give them(my dealer and his old lady) the movies, apologize for the "dis-respect" and tell the boss(back at Murphy's) you got jumped in the hood and the movies got taken. Sounds good, get's me good on all fronts.

 So I did… Gave up the movies and apologies, partied everyone in the house a nice fat gagger and headed off to work. As I drove back to my job, the plan was very clear in my head what I needed to do. Go directly into the office and play out this huge drama... The first time I told that lie, was when I walked in the door. Then after I was given the rest of the night off, I re-told the story to my Mother, to explain why I was home so early, then I told a friend and another friend and another till finally it was the only truth I knew. I even re-told the story, much later in life, when talking about my time having worked for Murphy's Express.

 Until the real memory came back and I admitted the truth for the first time, yesterday... to my friends Mother.

 I'm glad God opened my heart to let that burden of that lie and dark piece of my history come out. I feel a level of freedom. I just wonder what other forgotten truths are going to surface next. Time will tell...

Peace.

A return to the satyrical documentation I call Life...

Yes friends... I'm back! Your friend and humble narrator has been suffering lack... No, not of positive events or even social gatherings, just simply a lack for what to say. You see friends, I... have had writers block. HAHAHAHAHA! Can you imagine? The cat who can yammer on and on about the difference's in absorbency, quality, value and strength between Brawny and Target brand paper towels, has been suffering for words to put to screen. Lately, I feel as though I haven't had a moment to compile thought in my head, what with chasing children and crying baby, looking for work and having one social event after another every weekend, it has felt like there has been hardly enough time to breathe. I know, I know...boo-hoo you. Woe is me... Well no more. You see I have wonderful happenings and not so, to document and disclose for your reading pleasure! All of which begin with the starting of two wonderful kids lives together.

Yes, I'm talking about the wedding of my cousin Andrea to her best friend and father of her child, Christian. What can I say, it was a fantastic time! The wedding took place in Ben Lomond, California. If you are not familiar with the area, let's just call it the Santa Cruz hills, just before Capitola. They reserved a fantastic house in the middle of a park there to have the wedding and reception. My family did all the cooking and decorations. I was in-charge of the BBQ, shocker I know... The kids waited till sunset to have the ceremony, a setting I'm finding to be quite popular with young Brides and Grooms as of late. Everything went off without a hitch. The reception was fun and lite, there was food and libations, dancing and even a candy table(something else I'm finding is quite popular amongst young weddings lately). It was a child friendly event, my youngest Son being the ring bearer and his little cousin, Andrea and Christian's Daughter, Presley the flower girl. They all spent the evening running around having a blast. Great Time!

  Now, on to the not so wonderful happening's of the same weekend. This event took place far from my Grandparents home, thus causing them the need to drive a great distance to attend. My Grandfather has not been in the best of health lately and needed to visit the doctor prior to embarking on said journey. He did and at said appointment was switched to a new medication, one he has never taken before and was not aware of its side effects. Well, long story short and allot of suffering on my Grandfathers behalf, this adventure landed him directly into the emergency room of our local VA hospital upon his return to our lovely home town. Where he spent the next week hooked up to machines and suffering from renal failure. A fate that could have been avoided had the proper care been administered to him in the first place. I'm not pointing fingers, nor do I wish to open any can o' worms, but this did not need to happen. Well, after much prayer and many days of work by many hands, my Grandfather is back home resting and re-gaining his strength. Praise God for that!

Ok, on to some more happy times! Having not been around to host our Annual Forth of July BBQ and Party. My lovely Wife came up with the idea, "Let's host a July 24th party!" I said, "Rock on and let's do it!" What a fantastic time, it went off without a hitch. We had tons of food, friends and laughs! Around 50 people in attendance, including men, women and children(the children out numbering the adults). We ate, we swam, we laughed and even ate Alcohol infused whipped cream... hahahaha! Great time had by all! Who would have know a group of God lovin', Bible thumpin', Church goin' folks could have so much fun on a Sunday evening after Church!?!?! WE DID!!! I love this group of people, they are family, not just "Church Family", but Family! "Cheers to all you Crazies who came!!!" And to those who were unable to make it... Summer ain't over yet!

 Peace, Love and Chicken Grease!!!

First Annual Summer Session a Success!!!

  Yep! We had a Blast! Earned a few new bumps and bruises, worked our butts off... and made some great memories! Enjoy the Pic's.

"Cheers!!!!"

  The Pool will be full till next year...

 "Summer Session V2.0"

See you then!

Wow... has it really been that long.

 Nearly a month since I last posted... huh, well then now, I best get the juices flowing. What is new and exciting that makes me want to say a lil' sumthin' sumthin'?

I'll get back to ya...

Peace.

I love you Fresno!!!!

 Fresno, you complete me... you make any-day of the week, worse! By just doing what you do.

 Let me count the ways....

   #1

The Bulldogs

     

 A group of disorganized thugs who do nothing but terrorize our community, sell dope to kids, gang rape young women, kill innocent civilians and oh yea... Tattoo their own children as young a 7 years old with gang affiliated "Paw Print" tattoo's! Don't believe me... check the next photo.

   #2
Car Theft

 Currently we are ranked number 5 in the nation for Auto Theft. Back in 2009 we were moving up the chart from number 10. After having dropped off the Top 10 chart for a few years... Why do you ask? Because it is far easier for an officer to write up a "Cell Phone Violation" than it is to bust car thieves.

 I don't have the numbers in-front of me, but I'm willing to bet the number of cell phone violations out numbers the amount of car thief apprehensions and arrest... I'm just sayin'. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate the police, far from it. I just think there is "real" work out there for them to do, like keeping our homes, families, businesses and vehicles safe from invasion, theft and harm. How many times has a cell phone harmed you? But yet it's "Enemy Number One" when you are driving.


#3
Glorifying Thug Mentality

 Yo, we bad! You disrespect, n' we have to F youz up! Thug Life B'tchez!!!

Yea... you're tuff!!!

#4

The Tiny Razkals (I spell that right?)

Who cares! Asian gang puttin' in much work. Known for Rape, Murder, Home Invasion, Car Theft and a slew of other crimes all over the Central Valley, State and now Country. Yea! So proud!

#5

A community living in fear!

  This should really be number one cause this bothers me the most! Our lovely city and community is living in the shadow of all this crime. Fearful that we will be the next victim if we were to do something about it. Well guess what? You are a victim! A victim of terror, you are letting yourselves be victims and you don't even know it! Stand up! This is your home, your community and as shitty as it may be... Your City! You wouldn't let someone walk into your home, shit on your rug, wipe their ass with your drapes and just let them leave... would you? Look at what is happening outside your door! To your walls, fences, favorite restaurants and children's schools. Oh and while I bring up children... Do you want them to be next? The next victim inline to live in fear? Think about it people. We can't live like this, it's no life at all. 

 Now I planned to write about urban sprawl, poor driving and other things that bother me. But I think I hit on a note that really needs attention. Crime can not win any-longer, it's time to win back our community!

Peace.