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HI, BILLY MAYS HERE….. June 29, 2009

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*THUMP*

MICHAEL JACKSON June 25, 2009

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August 29, 1958-June 25, 2009

Their Fortunes Forever Entwined June 15, 2009

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….or alternately titled Separated At Birth –Politicial Edition

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Mahmoud Ahmadinejad “winner” of Iran’s 2009 election.

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George “Tater-Head” Bush, ” winner” of America’s 2000 election.

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Stick Figure Man (SFM), never won anything in his life.

Separated At Birth June 11, 2009

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I just read that Chastity Bono was going to get a sex change operation, and aside from the fact that I thought she has already had one, something dawned on me………

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Chastity (soon to be Chaz) Bono

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Val (soon to be Chastity Bono) Kilmer

And Some Things Never Change June 3, 2009

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About 157 years ago in June of 1972, I graduated from high school. I didn’t really want to because I knew that hell was waiting on the other side, but they forced me to.  Once the ceremony was over with, my dad loaded me into his 1970 gold colored impala with power everything and a 454 cubic inch engine and drove me home.

There was no oil shortage.

There was no 9/11.

There were no computers.

There was no global warming.

No one died of AIDS.

We drove home in relative silence except for this song on the radio:

Later that evening, I went out and took my sister’s pink bananna seat bike with the streamers coming out of the grips on the handlbars. I rode down by Lake Huron and the sound of the wind and the streamers was all I could hear. The constant, never ending, never stop voices in my head were quiet. 

I drove that pink bananna seat bicycle to a bar called The Rainbow Lounge and ordered a Lime Vodka and 7 UP. I wasn’t old enough to drink, but no one asked for my ID, so I drank for as long as I could. My girlfriend was looking for me. My parents was looking for me. My sister wanted her bike back. Everyone wanted something. I just wanted to take it easy. 

So it’s kind of come full circle.

Or maybe not.

Because I still love taking it to the limit.

Even though “the limit” is no longer “the edge.”