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Posted:Feb 13, 2007 10:24 am
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2007 6:18 pm
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i have a sex date this weekend!!!
a very nice couple, she'll be having some fun...
we all will!
now it's anticipation
..lake
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happy valentines day to all the sexy women in blogland !!!
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Posted:Feb 12, 2007 7:56 pm
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2007 5:57 pm
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I know there are the most honest and lovable ladies in the land, right here and no matter what you have a piece of my heart, for as long as you want it. I hope all of us find love and happiness and I send all my best.
..lake
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Posted:Jan 29, 2007 10:56 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2009 1:48 pm
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.....moved the shack. a little too deep. should be better now. been bitter cold some, but not so bad some either. the ice is thick. I have faith in where the shack is now, but we'll see tomarrow.
probably going out early to cut a hole and there could possibly be a fish fry at lunch! very secret location, tell no one. should be just off the 5 foot shelf where it starts to go deep. drivin was tough out there but we havent got the snow that was predicted. I have a feeling we could be in for a couple of feet sometime but you never know. drivin could be a lot worse, but I figure that the shacks got to be right in the target area and I shouldnt have to move it much more, unless its to a different lake. its not too far to walk in if it starts snowing heavy. baja'd thru in a truck to move it today. the deadline to get the shacks off the lakes is march 15, so theres a month and a half of ice fishing. I may not be blogging as much, but as the freezing wind howls past the shack and races down the lake I'll be warm inside, catching supper. the fry daddy fish fryer is ready, I usually cut a couple of potatoes first, into thick french fries and deep fry them before the fish so I know that that oils gonna be just the right temperature and 'seasoned' by the potatoes a little. could be some big fish out there. waiting. I'll keep you posted.
..lake
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Posted:Jan 25, 2007 1:25 pm
Last Updated:Feb 12, 2007 8:11 pm
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she is just playing games with me I think.
I was just hoping I would get a steady thing with a local woman but shes like a prude or something.
oh well
..lake
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Posted:Jan 8, 2007 10:28 pm
Last Updated:Jan 15, 2007 5:38 am
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.....Shot. Shot and it didn't make any difference to anybody, just another crime added to the rest in the bad part of town...the porch creaked and the screen door banged behind officer Jackson whose radio crackled static and his pissed off expression showed that he'd rather not be there.
"What do we have, Cash?" He toed the body. "Still dead?"
"What kind of a wing nut question is that?" I asked, scanning the room. Jackson looked over the cheap hotel room with it's worn end table and chair. "Was he one of your , Cash?" "Yes. He hired me to find an antique goose decoy that had been made by his grandfather. It had been sold by mistake at a garage sale and he had a couple of leads. When I was supposed to meet him I got here and he was dead. Shot."
.....I had found an envelope marked, 'for Mr Cash' under the body when I got there, and slipped it in my coat before going downstairs to call the cops. Flatfootedly Jackson padded back into the room. Another squad car pulled up outside, lights flashing but no siren. Not for the dead. "All right Cash you can go." Jacksons half lidded cops eyes watched me. "And if you find out anything about this, let me know." He gave me a card.
.....Out in the air it was grey and cold with a light rain, and wind that cut at you ceaselessly. Long thin black spike wrought iron fence, dirty white crusted snow along the roads piled by the plow and not much salt on the sidewalks so I was careful walking. Nothing like slipping on the ice and falling to make a person be careful. I saw cars once in the city trying to drive but the morning had arrived with a slippery coat of ice on everything, so the cars just spun their tires and wouldn't go anywhere. Thats how I felt, like I was spinning my wheels.
.....I made it back to my office, A converted attic above a north side garage. The rents cheap, I fix things for the little old lady that owns the place. She must be 80, but spry and bright. Always trying to mother me with fresh bread and always baking, for friends or one of her church groups. Miss Ella owned several buldings. She caught me on the way in. "Coffee, Cash? I have some fresh.." "No thanks miss Ella, I'm on a case." I had to look over what was in the envelope. A man had literally died over it. I started up the steps....
By the way, the names Max Cash and I'm a private eye. This is my story, and these are the streets.. where I live.
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"past journey to love"
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Posted:Jan 7, 2007 12:05 am
Last Updated:Jan 8, 2007 10:30 pm
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.....March 1760. My name is Jean Paul and I'm from no settlement, yes I've traveled far. Across the thrash of the sea, scullery passage mind you. Not promised for indenture. I hardscrabbled pence enough for scullery shift scrubbing pots board ship. Not for the post long once ashore, the beauty of the open landscape was far too enchanting. Sword, musket and packsack I set out to find my future.
.....Once inland I kept a wary eye for the dangerous savages and kept my cookfires small. The forest towered over me, and the rugged hills tested my resolve. Now I'm following the river. There's a faint trail along the bank, from deer maybe. I read the letter from my sweetheart again, how she had a job at an Inn and wanted me to join her. Due west along the river. The letter was now a year old, it had taken a very long time to get passage. I hope everythings ok there. There were rumors back at the settlement about war with the indians and they attacked outposts.
.....More later, I'll make a raft.
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"past journey to love"
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Posted:Jan 6, 2007 11:06 pm
Last Updated:Jan 9, 2007 5:12 am
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.....The stout old wooden box glittered with jewels, and the other boxes had thick gold coins packed full inside them. All these years I had no clue the caves even existed, until last night. Originally this had been a tavern and rooming house back in the 1700's and it had been renovated quite extensively but the old stone cellars were all the same. Because of the fire damage I had got the place for a song. I had been cleaning it and working on it for six months. I could have easily missed the trapdoor in the furthest, darkest corner in one of the damp chilly cellars but mopping the floors showed me the outline.
.....Thru the trapdoor and down a ladder was a long hallway that led to the caves. A stream trickled past blue and clean. It widened and dim light filtered from above. In the large part tables and chairs were covered with dust. I brushed off a newspaper from 1760, april. Old bunks were against the wall. On one of the bunks I found this journal and I'll share some of the entries with you. It's the least I can do considering the treasure in gold and jewels I recovered. This is the story of Jean Paul in his own words, mostly the last year of his life. I call it, "past journey to love"
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a few sparks
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Posted:Jan 6, 2007 2:32 pm
Last Updated:Jan 13, 2007 2:48 pm
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.....saturday and went to town...getting cold out.
Bought food. 4 in the afternoon and it'll be dark in a half hour. Yesterday it was pitch dark at 5pm easy I think. I don't like driving if theres no moonlight..in the country theres no streetlights, maybe thats why it seems darker. Feeling pretty good today, house got clean, and theres counterspace in the kitchen! Amazing!
Put some salt on the driveway, plugged in the car and put away groceries. I've been thinking about 2 or 3 stories to do. Oh and I had a nice dinner the other nite too. Very hot kiss in the parking lot! ..
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Posted:Jan 3, 2007 9:48 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2009 1:51 pm
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.....So its a new year and I started housecleaning. Did the bathroom, and started floors. Next is the kitchen counters!! Tried to dust the cat but she arched and ran away.
Bought an ice scraper for the car, salt for the driveway, cleaner and paper towels. (formula 409)
Did laundry (all the towels) The house is becoming recognizeable.
The ice is still too thin to put the shack on it. Soon. Maybe there'll be panfish!! The lake location is top secret. Tell no one where the secret spot is.
Have a beer in the lake shack, and fish awhile.
I brought minnows
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"carnival boxer"
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Posted:Dec 31, 2006 10:59 pm
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2015 5:22 am
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.....Off the frayed ropes I took one comin in, the ring only took up a little of the big top. I ducked my chin in and circled left, shaking it off. Prize money was forty five dollars. After ten rounds we were both beat pretty bad. Ribs cracked, my face had swole up again and I think my ear swole shut. His legs were goin tho and he was punched out. Halfway thru the 11th round he'd see my uppercut for the first and last time.
.....Later after a shower, in a good suit I was off to meet Emily for dinner. I knew she'd be there, she was never late. Myself, I made it a couple of minutes early. Nice Italian place. There was a problem. The maitre d wouldn't take me to the table. "Your face." He said. Well it was clean and had band aids so I din't see the problem. I wanted my steak. A party was coming in, past me two big men and a fat man. Fat man saw the matre d was very upset and told me to "Get the fuck out." He got too close, I pushed him off me and my hands came up.
.....I stepped left, he turned to stay with me and the goons tried to look threatening on the other side of the fat guy. Emily spotted me from across the room and came over. "Oh there you are!" Smiling. Fat man shoved her away, and before she fell to the floor I had hit him a few times. Goon one got a broken instep, goon two wanted to box but couldn't keep his hands up.
.....And that's why they have a contract on me. Apparently fat man owned the restaraunt and was connected. Nine thousand, dead or alive. There had been four attempts already this week. Having made my living as a stunt man and carnival boxer, however, I'm not the easiest one to kill. One more thing...happy new year. Wish me luck.
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"hands up I love you"
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Posted:Dec 30, 2006 4:38 pm
Last Updated:Aug 2, 2009 10:49 am
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.....The porch door banged and Emmy stood in the kitchen with her shotgun pointed at me. I muted the news and tried to sink deeper into the recliner. "Do you love her?" She was getting red. "Tell me if you love her, you bastard!" This could still go okay, stay cool. "Why would I need to love anyone but you baby?" I said. Car doors slammed out front. Emmy lowered the gun a little. Tearfully she stammered, "Dddddoes th..that mean you love me?" She sniffed. The gun wobbled a bit. Footsteps in the hall.
....."Of course I love you dear. Now be a good girl and stop all this foolishness, I have work to do. I told you before, no guns in here! Jesus, Emmy!" She smiled and leaned in to offer her cheek for a kiss. I obliged. Sweetly she went on her way.
.....As I sat back down, I felt a hand on my neck. Jenny. "Now that's downright spooky, how'd you get in here?" She was less than 5'2 but had won the state judo championship twice. She scared me, she could easily kick my ass. "Do you love her?" She asked earnestly. Her fingers tightened slightly on my collar. I tried to stand, to run but my feet flew out from under me and I spun somehow to land hard with my back on the floor. Knocked the wind right out of me.
.....She was pretty and her eyes were big, trusting but aware. "Wake up, wake up, do you love her?" I was groggy but good. No harm done. "Jenny you know I love you, baby." It would be all right. I felt a sense of relief as she dragged me towards the bedroom..
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"and the train howled on"
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Posted:Dec 30, 2006 12:05 am
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2009 7:44 am
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.....Lightning flashed, thunder shook everything, it's low rumble everywhere at once. Powerful. The shutters banged again, and again. "Bessie!" I shouted over the wind. "Bessie take the down to the storm cellar!" She nodded, bustling past with the stew kettle, and oven mitts. A family's got to eat.
....."Pa!" Tow headed Jessie. Freckles. "Pa! Don't go out there! Pa!" The shutter banged some more then a crash sounded somewhere upstairs. "Don't go out there! There's twisters out there!" I had to get to the barn and free the horses. Twin tornadoes and sometimes many more spawn simultaneously, like they had been doing all morning in the distance. Whipping across the landscape, they tore even the blacktop off the highway. And any building in it's path would be destroyed. Like the barn.
.....Wind slammed the door open, I ran out onto the porch and down to the yard. Wind tore at me, all kinds of dirt and debris was in the air. Once I got the barn gate open the horses ran right out. Almost directly above me the sky was black all the way as far as I could see. The twister was over a mile wide. The horses were long gone, they'd be back when things settled down. The house seemed so very far, incredible to think I'd beat the onrushing wall of complete destruction.
.....I ran, the wind knocking me over several times. Huge trees that had been ripped out by the roots hurtled past, the branches brushing my clothes. An the train howled on, because that's what it had to be. A train from hell, smashing everything in it's path. The roof lifted clean off and whooshed away as I scrambled to the cellar door. Once inside I got the bar across and we all gathered in the room furthest from the outside door. We had a cheery lantern and everything was going to be ok. The stew was hot.
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"sometimes you get the bear"
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Posted:Dec 26, 2006 11:31 pm
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2007 1:11 pm
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.....It was time for late breakfast and they all sat at the worn plank table in a very rustic hunting cabin. Harry was up from the table then, rattling pans. "Will you have coffee?" He asked. I'll have one." Replied Jenks the guide. "I'll have a coffee, dear." Harry's wife said. He brought the coffee over in tin mugs, dented and much used.
....."Big bastard of a bear, anyway. Hell does it matter." Said Jenks. They had just bounced in on the trail, where the mud had frozen into ridged ruts. Jenk's two helpers had the jeep out front in the clearing, and were winching the bear off the trailer to skin it and clean it. They were just a couple of locals that Jenks had hired back at the bar the day before.
.....The party had caught a track at first light up to a ridge then they went on foot. Harry with his weatherby, Jenks with a 30.06 and the two men shared a 30.30. The morning was crisp, the dawn dark purple like the kind where it could just snow and that snow's gonna be deep. At the treeline the boys went left but they weren't any good they just hid in the rocks and drank whiskey.
.....Jenks went right and was supposed to cover Harry's back. He didn't, he circled to the jeep. Sitting next to him in the backseat on the jouncing, dark ride up, Harry's wife had been rubbing Jenks through his loose khaki trousers and he had been very hard.
.....Harry had been alone in the brush when not ten feet away the large bear huffed. Menacing, instantly on attack. Harry froze at the sight of the huge bear and dropped his rifle. The bear charged, smashing brush and Harry scrambled to get the rifle. He only had time for one quick shot before the beast was on him. You wouldn't believe how fast a thousand pound bear can be. Very light on their feet. Harry's luck was good, he shot in about the only place to really kill, under the chin. He jumped aside in time but was bleeding from a swipe to the shoulder as he walked back to the jeep.
.....He came upon his wife still kneeling, Jenk's creme still dripping off of her face and Jenks had calmly been zipping up. Jenks shrugged, looking away. Harry's wife wiped her face with a hankerchief and stepped into the jeep. "Thought I heard a shot." Said Jenks. "Best get them boys an winch him outta there." Harry said, calm.
.....And now they were at the table pretending nothing had happened. Harry was a successful buisnessman but short, balding and a little round. His wife had a few wrinkles but was still good. She had modeled briefly in her younger days. The guide was big, 280 pounds and yeah had a belly, two or three day stubble and a square, rough face.
.....Harry's wife stretched, eyed Jenks and went into one of the bedrooms. He followed, closing the door. Harry sipped his coffee and his cell softly chirped. It was a buisness partner who asked how it was going. Harry listened to the steady creaking of springs from the next room and answered, "Well, sometimes you get the bear, and sometimes it gets you."
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