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I've got 5 weeks of vacation. I've got a good wife. I've got a good dog. I've got a good house. I've got a good band. Life is, as they say, good.

There is however, some sadness drifting about. Last month I used the facebook to get in touch with my first best friend. His name is Joey Hileman. And we were trouble-makers from the start. But we also made it all the way through cub scouts to webelos, so I figure it all balanced out. We had a couple ackward facebook interactions, and that was that. It was just good to know he was still alive. I must admit I did question it. Joey died soon after those ackward exchanges form a drug overdose. he had a daughter and fairly successful plumbing biz with his pops in NC. It hit me good. I couldn't get him out of my mind. It seems so hard to grasp death at such a distance.

This last week, I was hit with another one. Jeff Pittas. For a while there, we used to spend almost every weekend together. He had a huge bedroom. We used to play his cds super loud, and stay up all night, daring each other to jump out 2nd story window. He was the first person to ever have cds, ever. He could also hook his computer up to his phone. CRAZY! We used to steal benson and hedges from his step-dad. We used make up dances to ABC. We used to lip sync to Trixter, and Slaughter. We used to write heavy metal songs, like "panic stage". We had a ballad too, "love song". We started a band. It was my first band. It was called "High Voltage". Because of this we decided to learn some instruments, (very bill and teds). And thus High Voltage was validated.


Just last week I found out that Jeff Pittas was no longer. Suffering from depression, Jeff decided to take too many pills. His girlfriend had recently been killed in a car accident and Jeff just couldn't get through it. So Sad. Again it's a weird, surreal mourning. I no longer have a relationship with Jeff and Joey from which to mourn. Just a memory, and a distant connection the makes their death a foggy reality.

are you there?

I here by promise to update this thing more often.
Since the last time we posted.
-We've moved into a home
-I've finished school, assuming everything clears grad check.
-We've adopted a dog. a boxer. she's 2. she's awesome.
-We've scheduled a party to show off our new possessions. August 1st. Awesome.

This just becomes more daunting the longer you wait.

Moving May 2nd

The Simmons will be moving into there new home on Saturday, May 2nd. All are welcome to help, or just stop by and say hi.

Moving!

It's official, We're buying a home. And it's a good thing, too, cause we gave our 30 day notice a few weeks ago. So It looks like next weekend we'll be moving crosstown, to our new abode. We're gonna need your help. who's in

Confusius Says... (or qoutes found on a notecard in Lady K's German-English Dictionary)

Man who stands on commode is high on pot.

Man with hole in his pocket feels cocky

Man who goes through airport door sideways is going to Bangkok

Blackbird fly

something is afoot. Rumor has it we're getting close. S-Crow. We're anxious for word, and ready to celebrate. Oh but, not yet, not yet.

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Firstly, I'd like to thank all those that visit this blog, for their persistent concern for me. May you rest well knowing that I am a happy, healthy, well adjusted young man.

Secondly, I'd like to say I had a wonderful time this weekend, with all in attendance of the ramble. May we all make a life long habit of such nonsense.

Thirdly, more papers were signed today, bringing us one step closer to certainty in our prospects of home ownership.

Lights out.

since we've last spoke, I've watched a les paul documentary and a heartbreakers documentary, and I've decided that my childhood dreams were correct...making music was, is and will always be my greatest endeavor. if only i could make some money doing it....

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Lady K and I had a wonderful anniversary weekend, thanks to the generosity and hospitality of the Pools. We were gnarly shredders, we were lovers, and we were soar (a result of the former).

We are awaiting the definitive word on the house. What house you say? The house we might be buying. This, however, could take awhile. It is a short sale, which is to say it is a long sale.

In other news, Andy and Jesse are still whiny bitches.

on facebook

at first there is the novelty of rediscovering jr. high weed buddies. Or the sister of your first best friend, the best friend you first experienced the amazing rush of destruction with. But then you realize that the people you really care about have already begun to see through the bullshit, and they wish nothing to do with sharing their endeavors via a status update. You are now faced with a reality: Real Relationships are based on real interaction, reconnection is built on action,.

I am lame.

Although comfortable, I am not connected, and I miss you. The real you.

I call this mini-blogging (might be a fad)

I have strep.

my throat feels like one of those constantly raked rock gardens, with a child at the helm.

what can I say?

I've been saving up for a new guitar. I was planning on spending less than $1000. I was getting close. Then I played a $3500 Gibson ES...

Shit.

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4 or 5 hours that is... HAHAHA!
no.
Lady K and I went up to Fresno for the Thanksgiving. K got off early, so we left long beach at 4:15. At 9:30 we were in Santa Clarita. Santa F-ing Chlamydia!
It got better!

On Thanksgiving we spent time with family and had ourselves a grand feast of bird and spud.
The following morning K and I traveled up to San Francisco, and spent the day walking her streets. Urban hiking at its best.

On Saturday we headed over the bridge to Muir Woods, up above Sausalito for some hiking.


After which we decided to head home and give ourselves a day of rest on The Day Of Rest.
It was good.

boo

Let it be known that our house (apt) is open for fun and fellowship on this Hallows eve. Perhaps you will be dressing up and going off to party your brains scared. If so, Awesome. Good Luck with that. If not, you can come join me and my misses and our resident bachelor for some dandy times at 1429 E 3rd st. Good times will occasionally be interupted by rude high school students demanding candy, to which we will all respond with sticks and spit. Come join the fun. B.Y.O.S.a.S.

After a week long break from running, the lady and I hit the road again. we hit the road running...ha! It was great to have no obligation, no necessary distance, pace, blah, blah, blah.

NPR ran a story about a school who ran an alumni news letter that went something like this: "Given the economic crisis, we are more than ever, in need of your money...blah, blah, blah, blah" But the blah was actually printed for the rest of the news letter. you should look it up. blah.

So anyways, I'd like to do another half marathon. I want to do better. everybody I know beat me. I didn't think I would care, but I do. I didn't think I was competitive, but I am. My doctor says it's okay, cause I have bad knees. He says not to run up hill. he says to stop and stretch every few miles. but I say f that. I'm a slow wussy boy. f cholesterol, too, cause I'm sick of cheerios.
Actually I felt like I did pretty good. But I'd still like to do it again and see if I can do a bit better. Maybe the LA Marathon.

Lady k and I decided not to eat out anymore. I'm not sure if it will stick. it was decided tonight over pizza and wine at The Pizza Place.

I miss hanging with friends, I miss playing music. Let's get the band back together.

hello friends

I'm watching the tree man on TLC.

house hunting is frustrating, because everybody has more money than us.

I have taken procrastination to a new level.

you must remind me, later in my life to never return to escuela.
my ambition rarely matches my action.

details seem so boring.

I just hope the tree man is cured.

I would love to see cookie monster sing chocolate rain.