tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36963526459371580432024-03-14T05:41:44.054-07:00Jack Shit's WorldI have had so many of you fine folks tell me how much you guys enjoy the wild, strange & sometimes manic life I lead and love hearing the stories about it and the people I share it with. Here's where I plan to spill it! Know this, YOU WILL GET NOTHING BUT BRUTAL HONESTY FROM ME, so expect nothing less!Jack Shithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11155336341439949665noreply@blogger.comBlogger293125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696352645937158043.post-51308916029530571492016-11-02T19:56:00.000-07:002016-11-02T19:56:42.925-07:00JUST A LITTLE TASTE I GUESSWell my friends what can I say? Each time that I remember to open up this page, I make a quick post and damn near swear that I'm going to write more and keep you all posted as to what is going on in our lives and I have the best of intentions to do just that........ but then life happens and I don't. With technology getting better and better, I travel less and less with the laptop and rely more on a tablet and certainly more on the phone and it is a giant pain in the ass to post anything truly worthwhile with a phone. So here goes again, I'll try to post more, I use to get the most amazing feedback from you guys and it bums me out to have let anyone down in any way, shape or form, especially those serving overseas....<br />
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In the past year, we've lost so many people that I can't remember to mention each of their names when making the proverbial list with friends and that just breaks my heart. More than breaking my heart, I believe that it broke my spirit and I know for a fact that it CRUSHED my creativity and stole the joy from my life! With each of these losses and all of the mourning I've been living with (the mourning I thought had ended, until it bitch slaps me out of nowhere), I try to appreciate life and the things I'm blessed with. I also promised Diane that I would try to get us back on the road more, together because I'm gone so damn much. The problem is the damn dogs, you remember those monsters right? Well to go away, you need to have someone to cover the house and the beasts. Sometimes we are lucky and family steps up, other times we rely on a sitter but even their lives have moved on and the thought of just giving a stranger the keys to the house and all we've ever worked for makes me throw up a little in my mouth even typing it. So how do you keep a promise and solve a problem at the same time you ask? Well you tell your ol' lady your thoughts and let her get to work on the world wide web like a great huntress of yesteryear! I'll tell you this folks, when she is on a mission, nothing stops her until she achieves it. If you remember years ago, we picked up an amazing Barth Motorhome. if you don't remember, here is a pic or two of her. The pic below was taken the week we got her and just put brand new tires on her and down the freeway for the first time.<br />
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Man I love this thing and I can't bring myself to let her go. I've been driving her around for weeks now. Run to the store, let's take the motorhome, run to a friends, let's take the motorhome, you get where I'm heading with this. The lesson I learned above all else driving this beautiful ol' gal around town is to make sure to leave enough time to get where we are going or to get home from there because the moment you stop anywhere, you have to give tours of it to everyone who walks past or parks near her. I don't mind it, I love it actually and everyone who sees it feels the same way. The reason I mention selling her is coming up next in this post!<br />
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So I mentioned that I've been driving her all over the place abnd can't bring myself to sell her and here is why. To keep my promise to Diane about travel and spending more time together enjoying life while we are still capable of doing it, I let the little woman loose on the net with a mission and she killed her prey! <br />
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WE BOUGHT A BUS! For years now, thanks to GTP, I've been fascinated with tiny houses and tiny living albeit impossible for someone like me who is a border line pack rat. But I digress. Since I learned of this I've been set up on a website to get auto mailed everytime listings come up and after seeing Dakota's school bus conversion I was blown away. I've dreamt of a bus for years now but I haven't had the time to do the last ten percent of the Barth, when the hell would I convert a school bus into a motorhome? The problem with finding a bus that is already a touring bus, not a passenger bus is a bitch and the only ones in our budget were ancient and falling apart and potential money pits! Regardless of all of these factors, a guy can still look right? In my searhes, I learned quite a bit about the manufacturers and models. Much like the Barth pictured above that I own, the Rolls Royce of motorhomes of its era, I happened upon a BlueBird Wanderlodge on a lot one day here in AZ and I took a good long look at it and I was blown away. I'd never seen anything like it. I put the idea out of my head of actually ever owning one but I never forgot seeing and being inside my first Bird! One day Diane asks me, "hey babe, what kind of bus was it that we saw that day at the dealer"? I told her and she said, take a look at this..... and showed me a sale listing. THE FIRE WAS LIT AGAIN! To make a very long story short, below is the bus that Diane found three months after finding the listing that I just mentioned and honestly, I could not believe the details and even better, it was ten miles away from my house! So for those who have not seen my posts on FB when I got her, here are two quick pics of both sides of her!<br />
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One day soon, I'll post up a whole bunch of pics of her and share the details with you all. I can't believe that we own a Blue Bird Wanderlodge! I'm a motorcoach owner.... holy shit! So far, I've kept my side of my promise, that is the first part of solving the issue of the dogs at home, now I've got to solve the travel one! I think November will be our first trip in her, even if it is only 100 miles or so to start learning about this lovely lady! <br />
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If anyone is interested in purchasing the Barth Motorhome or wants more details on it, just leave me a comment on here and I'll put up a post with lots of details soon as well. <br />
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In the mean time, this week is the annual Bob's Biker Blast at HD of Scottsdale, our annual event that benefits Phoenix Children's Hospital and I'm damn excited about it. Last year at the event we had the one and only Doobie Brothers come in and play and this year it will be a "threefer" Craig Morgan, Kellie Pickler and Montgomery Gentry and I hope to top the money we raised last year. We more than doubled the amount of the previous year and raised 78 grand for the hospital but the one and only Bob Parsons or Doctor Bob as I love to call him said that just ain't enough and the Bob and Renee Parsons Foundation added a million bucks to that. Yes, a million bucks! To top it all off, I even got to be there for the check presentation. Who gets to hand over more than a million bucks in their lives...... this guy right down here and I pray we top it this year!<br />
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Well there you have it, just a taste of what we've been up to in our lives, what I have coming up in the immediate future and I hope to see some of you over the winter. Until we see each other on the road somewhere;<br />
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Keep the wind in your face,<br />
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THE MAN OFF YOUR ASS!<br />
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Your friend,<br />
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OH YEAH FOLKS, THIS SHIT IS ON LIKE DONKEY KONG.... as the kids use to say back in the day or as us old fuckers still say today! I've not been this excited to host an event in a very long time! As many of you know, I have a pretty damn good life and I get to travel and do what I love most and that is quite simply to make people smile. My mission at every single event I host is to give our guests the most memorable time of their lives! My mission is that God forbid someone gets sick or someone has an accident and the last, greatest memories of thier lives were made with us! I do not deviate from this mission at any time ever! This will be the very first time I've ever hosted the Laconia Roadhouse and as a matter of fact, it will be the first time anyone has ever hosted it because this will be the first year it goes by this name. Many of you will have heard its previous name from all of the internet posts and ALL OF YOU if you have ever attended the rally will know its old name, THE LOBSTER POUND! Two years ago I hosted the Chop Shop Pub located at the Drive In behind the Lobster Pound and the noise coming out of there was insane. I was able to pop in there once to see everyone's friend, the one and only Ms. Jasmine Cain perform in the rain and the vibe in the joint was fantastic. This year I hope to bring that shit up to straight on ELECTRIC! I've got some pretty big shoes to fill up there and I believe in my heart that I will do just that!<br />
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If you are heading to Laconia I best damn well see you grace us with your visit and if you know someone who is going make sure to tell them to stop in and party with us! I promise you, as always, I WILL NOT DISAPPOINT ANYONE! I love to work in a place that just lets me be me and from the first phone call with the owners I was totally at ease and confident that I found an incredible group to bring the SHIT SHOW to! Many of you will remember hearing your parents say that when they walked in the house and found that you had 75 of your closest friends over and can remember the look on their faces when they screamed "who is responsible for this SHIT SHOW"? In this case no one will have to ask, I'll be the one responsible!<br />
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Till we see each other again,<br />
Keep the wind in your face,<br />
Tits in your back and<br />
The Man Off Your ASS!<br />
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Your pal,<br />
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PRESS RELEASE FOR EVENTJack Shithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11155336341439949665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696352645937158043.post-72619399483859579872016-06-07T17:56:00.000-07:002016-06-07T17:56:04.222-07:00oh yeah folks, this shit is on!http://www.streetchopperweb.com/laconia-roadhouse-names-legendary-emcee-jack-schit-master-ceremonies-during-laconia-motorcycle-week?src=SOC&dom=fb<br />
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I had the great honor of waking one morning to find this. I am super pumped up to host this event at this legendary location in the heart of Laconia. I hope the link works....<br />
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Till we see each other on the road again,<br />
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Keep the wind in your face,<br />
Tits in your back and<br />
The man off your ASS!<br />
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Your pal,<br />
Jack SchitJack Shithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11155336341439949665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696352645937158043.post-18841552875311493872016-03-03T22:55:00.000-08:002016-03-03T22:55:16.818-08:00It's all so very shamefulEvery single day I watch the feeds on-line, I see the hateful posts, I see the false posts, the lies and the out and out fraudulent posts put up about these candidates for the Presidency of the United States. I watch as people who only months before were the best of friends destroy each other and destroy those friendships that at one time were so valuable to them over the person they chose to support. The hate filled rhetoric being spewed by so many at each other absolutely blows my mind. I can't help but think that once this election is all over and these career politicians do nothing but take care of each other and themselves, not to mention the true leaders of the world, giant corporations and we will all once again be left to fend for ourselves only now we will have less friends because everyone has alienated each other.<br />
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So many take for granted our very freedom. We've never truly known any type of life without it. Generations of Americans have lived with absolute freedom and choose only to express it or opt to use it by trying to bring down others. This makes no sense to me. This generation of "you owe me, I want, what's in it for me" Americans has for the most part never even known true hardship. I've got to admit that this breaks my heart! We take for granted the freedom we have and quite often don't even consider those who stood up, those who fought for it and especially those who died for it. <br />
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After I had surgery and was laid up I spent a whole lot of time sitting on the couch and watching movies praying that I would not have to get up for any reason. One night or morning I should say at about 4 am I found a movie and after reading the small description of it thought "I'll give this a shot" and I began to watch it. It did not take long for me to realize that there was not a word of English spoken and it was all subtitled. I would have turned it off because I was far too tired to stare at a screen and read for two hours in the middle of the night. The problem with turning it off was that the topic was so powerful that I could not turn away.<br />
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The name of the movie is WINTER ON FIRE and it was epic! The movie is about the fight for the very freedom that we take so very much for granted. The first generation ever to have been given freedom in this nation and promised a place in the European Union. The president who had been thrown out of office there for fixing and stealing the election prior to winning it again made a deal with Russia and stole that very freedom. The youth of this nation refused to give up their freedom and for months on end they never left the center of the city, they fought to the death to restore that freedom. They were overwhelmed by govt forces, the police and the Army and were murdered in the streets and many were kidnapped and have never been seen again. Watching this movie made me think of just how good we have it here in the USA and how little we realize it.<br />
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We fight over the most ludacris things. We destory friendships over a difference of ideals. We bring lawsuits for "micro aggressions" and these kids are dying in the streets. Every age group, every economic group and every single religion came together in that city square and stood up and fought for freedom. I hope that you watch this film. If you have kids, make them watch this film. Let's stop all this bullshit, let's stop hating each other for different thoughts, let's do as these people did, let's follow their example of what freedom truly stands for and why it is so precious before we lose it or it's taken from us by some power hungry, crooked world leaders. Let's get back to the basic thought of "am I my brother's keeper" and oh hell, let's throw some free love in there too.<br />
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Just some late night food for thought for you all. What do you say that we can be civil and agree to disagree with each other, that's what freedom is!<br />
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Until we see each other on the road again,<br />
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Keep the wind in your face,<br />
Tits in your back<br />
and the Man off your ASS!<br />
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Your pal,<br />
Jack ShitJack Shithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11155336341439949665noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696352645937158043.post-10648693317648809542016-03-03T16:21:00.002-08:002016-03-03T16:23:54.405-08:00The Past Is The Fuel For The Future<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I awoke today to find that a friend had tagged me in a post on Facebook. I laid in bed for a bit trying to muster up the energy and strength to stand up, ignore the pain from my over full bladder, stiff back and break my knees loose enough to move again and finally I hobbled my way to the bathroom. It's amazing the joy that comes from taking that first epic piss of the day yet I never want to get out of bed to do it. One day I guess I'll address that with a shrink! I plopped back in bed, grabbed my phone and took a look at my messages and the things I was tagged in. One item in particular that really caught my eye was the photo above. This photo was taken 2 years ago in Sturgis while I was filming an interview, if memory serves me correctly for the Discovery Channel's Road To Sturgis, I think it was one of the final interviews aired on the show. I can't remember who actually took this photo but I love it.<br />
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I love it for the obvious reasons, Sturgis, my knuckle, the world famous Broken Spoke Saloon in the background but I love this memory for so many other reasons that may not be so obvious. This was the first time Diane made it to Sturgis, I made so many new friends and got to connect again with so many that I've made over the years. It brought back incredible memories of entertaining people, of massive storms that had the potential of destroying the event and the shows, I got to party my ass off with one of my all time favorite bands and see some of the most intense concerts ever. I had the tremendous honor to share my thoughts on bikes, bikers and rallies with the world and when you survive 17 hour days for 11 days you come out with a feeling that is second to none. <br />
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As we approach rally season again this year and with so many people that I know and love either heading down to Daytona or already there I can't help but think of all the events in the past and smile. It makes me think about how this coming rally season will be and what I can do to make each event better and cause people to leave with giant smiles on their faces and memories that will last a life time. Winter can be a tough time for those of us who count on the joy and freedom of two wheels and believe me, living out west we don't suffer anywhere near the way the rest of the country does but it still sucks the life out of you. As spring is "springing" here I feel a new energy and excitement for the upcoming year and I can't wait to hit the ground running. Okay, to be honest, I can't wait to hit the ground riding but I promise I'll run when I get off the bike! I hope you are all as pumped up about riding season as I am and I look forward to seeing you all out on the road this year! For those of you in Daytona or on your way, make memories, ride fast, take chances and get home to your families safe and sound!<br />
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Till we see each other again,<br />
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Keep the wind in your face,<br />
Tits in your back<br />
and the Man off your ASS!<br />
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Your pal,<br />
Jack ShitJack Shithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11155336341439949665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696352645937158043.post-70263457923466557642016-02-29T08:50:00.000-08:002016-02-29T08:51:35.519-08:00Another Broken PromiseFunny, I never thought I'd be using that title for anything but if my memory serves me correctly, I believe that in one of the last posts that I put up on here I promised to get back to writing and respond to your messages and such..... and for a brief time I did just that..... I can't quite put my finger on exactly what happened after that but once again, I abandoned the blog and you guys and all I can say is that I can be a giant screw up sometimes and I'm sorry.<br />
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One of the big reasons that the blog took off was because of our troops stationed overseas. When you are taken from your family, friends, home and work and sent halfway around the world, you long for anything AMERICA and long to read or hear any talk of life in the free world and the support I recvd. from these folks was incredible to say the least. I guess as the wars began to wind down and more and more troops came home, I felt that this just wasn't needed as badly any longer and slowly but surely I just let it die off. I didn't give all that much thought or maybe I just didn't have the facts about how many of our true American heroes are still overseas serving this nation and trying to protect a bunch of people who try to blow them up for doing it. That's my bad!<br />
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I'm going to make an effort to start this thing up again, get back to writing and more importantly do what you all enjoyed so much, share all of JACK SHITS WORLD with you guys, the good, the bad and apparently what you all like the most, THE UGLY.... so stay tuned and let's kick the tires and light the fires because your old pal Jack Shit is back bitches!<br />
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22 years ago today, I was down in Florida, in Ft. Lauderdale meeting with some of the world's largest international event producers trying to negotiate a massive event that would take place in NY, Florida, Texas and California over a three week period. On this trip Diane and I were together visiting venues and hotels. We had just walked into the cocktail party on the top floor of the hotel, got ourselves a drink and started talking about our plans for Daytona Bike Week. As with most cocktail parties, the chatter was incoherent unless of course you concentrated on one particular conversation. If memory serves me correctly, we were at the Airport Marriott and it was one of the nicest airport hotels that I have ever seen. Servers were walking around with trays of tasty morsels and there against the wall was a long table with all kinds of fill your belly goodness to hold off the power of the booze and carry folks through till dinner. On the wall above this table was a fairly large tv for the times. One of the servers put her tray down and turned the television on. I can remember not only being excited about the trip to Daytona but really feeling great about the momentum that the event was building, there was an excitement in my heart and a satisfying feeling of accomplishment in my soul. I was a fairly young man back then and to pull off what we had in the works would have been epic. I can recall feeling at the top of my game and you could not wipe the smile off of my face.<br />
As people wandered around the room the noise suddenly went down by half and it was instantly noticeable. I wasn't sure what had happened and as I tried to ascertain what it was, the room fell deadly silent, everyone staring in the direction of that big table of food. My first thought, ALLIGATOR! Well you have to forgive me, we were in Florida and I had an inherent fear of them. All eyes were glued to the television and many stood there with their mouths wide open. <br />
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A bomb had gone off underground, under the World Trade Center! I'll never forget the images on that screen, the chaos of the situation and the fear on the faces running past the cameras. That smile on my face only moments before that I was sure nothing on earth could remove was now forgotten. My mind raced to all the people we knew who worked in those towers, how many trips I made up to Windows On The World, the restaurant on top of the tower and quietly pleaded with God that all would be okay. <br />
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I recall a story I read years later, the feds were flying a helicopter past the towers transporting a man they had in custody for the attack and the agent nudged him and said "see, they are still standing" and his reply was "yeah, for now"! Hearing that account sent a chill deep within me and in my gut I knew there would be more to come. I can't believe that today is 22 years since that day. I really don't know where the time goes but it sure does pass in the blink of an eye. Every single time I go to Florida for Bike Week, I am reminded of that trip, that attack and those who suffered from it, I can never forget and I will never forget it! I won't be going to Daytona this year as I'm still healing up from surgery and didn't book any events, so I hope you all have an amazing time, make some life long positive memories and be safe, come home to your family in one piece but never forget all who serve, have served and those who have made the ultimate sacrifice since that day 22 years ago to fight radical Islam so that we could retain our freedoms and live good, happy lives.<br />
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Until we see each other on the road again,<br />
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keep the wind in your face,<br />
tits in your back<br />
and the man off your ass!<br />
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Your friend,<br />
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As you know, one of my favorite sayings is "IT'S NEVER THE WRONG TIME TO DO THE RIGHT THING" and this is one of those times. Just because the war fades from the headlines and media coverage, it sure doesn't mean that we don't have Americans in harms way, desperate for a little comfort, a reminder of home and the knowledge that we have not forgotten them or the sacrifice that they are all making for this nation! We are at a near epidemic with homeless veterans in this country and vets who are simply having a hard time adjusting to not getting shot at every single day and that is why I'm so proud to host this event again. This is a proven event by a group of dedicated patriots who DO THE RIGHT THING, not like those out there who raise money in the name of vets and only a few pennies of each dollar donated actually get to them. <br />
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The weather here in the Valley of the Sun could not be better this time of year so that means get that bike out of the garage, pull back the tarp that covers your baby and fire her up because it's time to ride and raise some desperately needed funds to support the men and women who count on us as we count on them! All of the information you need is on the flyer at the top of this post but if you have any other questions feel free to contact me or the groups listed above. I've not ridden since my surgery in November and I plan on putting my ass back in the saddle for this ride come hell or high water! WISH ME LUCK! I may have to have some of you help me move my bike backwards up the hill to park but baby steps it is for me! Spread the word, get your friends and join us. If you can't ride so what, get in your car and join us, a good time is a good time. <br />
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Until we see each other on the road again,<br />
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keep the wind in your face,<br />
tits in your back<br />
and the man off your ass!<br />
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Your friend,<br />
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I'm officially announcing the formation of my exploratory committee to ascertain the possibility of winning a victory of the office of President of the United States..... or well, the nation that was formerly UNITED.... Close your eyes and imagine if you will.... the inauguration arrives, the cold DC wind blows strong, the official holds the bible up for me to place my hand on and as I swear my oath I'm holding a jar of APPLE PIE MOONSHINE in the other hand proudly..... I have to pause in the middle of taking the oath of office because I need another quick sip! Ah yes, now that's how you start a term in office.<br />
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Okay, fantasy time is over and now for some reality! I get a whole lot of messages about this blog and questions about what happened to it, why don't I write on it any longer or share pics of my travels and such and to be honest I don't really know what happened to it. Google started giving me shit about using space and too many pics and wanted me to pay for this and that and it just pissed me off so I began to write less and less on it. I genuinely meant it when I answered your messages saying I would give it another shot and try to share more but life always got in the way. This blog was actually something that I was pretty proud of it when it began being viewed in over 100 countries I was thrilled but as I said above, I'm not paying to share my thoughts. Another reason that I let it decline and then basically go the way of the dinosaur was that a majority of the readers were troops overseas and with the draw down of troops and us eventually "officially" pulling out of these countries writing on the blog just didn't seem to be as important. I loved getting messages from the troops! Something tells me that some time soon, we will once again have a whole lot of troops in harms way so I'll try and get this thing started up again. <br />
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I want to say thank you for all the get well wishes and all the good thoughts and prayers when my family was in a terrible way this past fall, I'll never forget how you all rallied behind us! Rally season is firing up again so I'll try to keep you all in the loop of the happenings, where I'm at, where I'm going and where I've been. I just realized that the last post on here was September 13', holy shit did I drop the ball with this site! Whoops! I guess one post every 17 months just won't do it! My bad! <br />
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I did have an amazing, unforgettable year last year and I got to share it in person with so many of you. I always say when asked what it is that I do, I help make memories is the answer. My mission is to put a smile on every single face that I come across and I look forward to bringing those smiles back this year! <br />
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So vote SHIT IN 2016 because my gut tells me no matter who you vote for, that is exactly what America will get, SHIT!<br />
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Until we see each other on the road again,<br />
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keep the wind in your face,<br />
tits in your back<br />
and the man off your ass!<br />
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Your friend,<br />
Jack Shit Jack Shithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11155336341439949665noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696352645937158043.post-75406808060640763692013-09-24T00:26:00.000-07:002013-09-24T00:26:03.150-07:00The Saga of the Pickle SickleI try to remember that a lot of you have joined me here long after others and I try to keep that in mind when I write or tell a story to help you keep up to date and understand what in the hell I'm actually speaking of. In this particular case here, I'm speaking of a bike that I bought a few years ago from a friend's ex husband. The bike was a low mileage amazing deal and for what was possibly the first time in my life, I was in the right place at the right time and actually had a pocket full of money and just as a good friend had once predicted, "one day you will all own an FXR" came true, I was now the owner of an HD FXRS Lowrider Convertible. It was a 92' and was done as so many bikes were back then, battered, dipped and deep fried in all things billet, shiny and pretty much everything that I am against at my core, but, it was a low mileage FXR and I had to have it. The work done was all top notch, just not at all my taste. Let me see if I can find a pic of it the day I brought it home so that you have a point of reference to see how much I ugly'd up this bike!<br />
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Looking back at this pic now I have to think to myself "what the hell did you do?" I wanted a touring bike though that could travel with all the gear that I needed to head on down the road but still be able to carve up the canyons and make mince meat out of the super slab freeways and I knew that underneath all this crazy ass green paint was that very bike dying to get out. As the months passed me with what seemed to be no more than a nod, I would grab up all the FXR parts that I needed to make this vision come to life. The only problem was that I was not going to pay someone to do this and I sure as hell wasn't going to pay the over inflated prices that people were asking for these parts that for a great many years were pulled off of bikes and thrown in the corners of garages around the world, I was going to wait it out and make every part I got as much of a score as the bike itself. It sure was a great plan for the first year and a half or so, but those deals are few and far between and with what now seems like the entire bike community got turned onto the amazing machine that so many hated with passion when it first came out, is making it more and more difficult to find either the parts or the deals, but I waited and waited.<br />
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The first thing that I did was score some sweet COP saddle bags and the rail system for mounting them. With the first score comes the first problem, to fit these bags, I had to change both the struts and the shocks.... oh yeah, don't let me forget the rear fender and the tail light as well. With those modifications made it was time to test out my asphalt eating theory so I did what anyone with virtually no common sense would do, I packed it up to the gills and rode it 1400 miles to Sturgis and back and you know what, it rode like a dream! Here is a pic of the very first mods.<br />
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Luggage rack, seat and sissy bar added, handle bars and risers changed and saddle bags all ready to rock and roll for the trip to Sturgis and in the end, the final report, she rode like a dream but could have gone a bit faster for my taste but then again that is a bit questionable because I had no speedometer. You see, the guy who did the work on the bike prior to my getting it mounted the tires on the rims in the wrong direction and knowing that I would certainly face rain on the trip, I had to pull the axle and flip the front rim backwards just to play it safe and good thing I did because the first 8 or 900 miles was in rain like I've never seen! Oh yeah, we also added a foot of pipe to the rear exhaust to make them equal length and we installed baffles for back pressure, EVO's love their back pressure. Also at this time I took a fender that fit a wide glide front end from my knuckle, I knew KOKO would never mind, she hates front fenders anyway, grabbed up some Krylon rattle can paint and painted both the front and rear fenders black..... 2/3's of the Green now gone! <br />
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Those of you who have become friends with me or began following my writing either here, facebook or in Cycle Source Magazine in the last year or so may not know about how this lovely Billet Barge got her name, "THE PICKLE SICKLE"....... I'm just wondering if I should tell that story again or find an old post on here and just add the link..... I'll get back to you on this when I figure it out.... in the mean time, I'm still working on accumulating parts and I've got everyone I know keeping their eyes peeled for me.<br />
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In the meantime, as I ponder on my decision of what to do about the aforementioned dilemma that I currently face, check out the all FXR issue of Cycle Source, people really seemed to love it and if you or a friend doesn't have one laying around, reach out to the mag itself and ask about how you get back issues, it's pretty easy. If you haven't caught the FXR bug yet, this issue just may "infect you."<br />
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It was right about now that I was going to share all of the rest of the modifications I've made to the Pickle Sickle since my trip to Sturgis and as I began to type but had to stop...... it was right then, right now.... that I came to the realization that I'VE DONE NOTHING ELSE TO THIS BIKE! My big plans to make this my road gobbling machine somehow got sidetracked. Perhaps it was picking up the Road Glide at a pretty fair price or some divine intervention, either way, I really have no idea. Not only did I stop at continuing my grand plan but I stopped totally. When I got the bike the very first thing and I mean THE VERY FIRST THING that had to be done was tires! Not only were they fairly worn down but they were dry rotted as hell. Out here in AZ, if you leave something, anything out in the sun and don't move it or protect it, it will rot! So as I sit here typing this now having come home only a few hours ago from actually replacing the tires I could not help but laugh and wonder how the hell I did not kill myself riding around on those damn things. Notice that I didn't say from getting new tires there, I said "replacing" the tires? That is because I wanted to get rid of those damn "cheese grater" wheels and throw on some FXR or Sportster wheels, hell, they are the same frigging thing either way...... I got those about a year or so ago and still didn't get new tires. Lazy, YES I AM!<br />
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Part of the master plan was to get the wheels cleaned up and powder coated black, then I'd put the fresh rubber on and I'd be set to travel the world...... I still have not had the wheels powder coated and the bike is leaving for Las Vegas on Wednesday of next week.... yeup, waited till the last minute and sure as the devil shits fire, I've cut it way too close. I called up my buddies down at Independent Motorcycles in Chandler and said "can you help an idiot out please, I'm in a jam" and without a moments thought the answer was yes. Now not only were they willing to help me out but I was told to bring the bike down on Monday..... the funny thing is, the SHOP IS CLOSED ON MONDAYS! I rode it on over and there they were waiting for me, what an amazing gesture! As I got off the bike, Diane pulled up in the Flex and opened up the back door to a pile of parts that just left Bob speechless. He looked at me and said "you want to do this, TODAY?" Of course, is there a problem? He promptly replied, "nope!" I guess on all our parts we were thinking a wee bit too positive..... We dove into the bike and started tearing it apart when Diane came in and said "we have to be at that appointment at 1pm. It was now noon and I not only have to leave, but I'm leaving these guys to work on my bike, on their day off and I had to LEAVE, what a douche'bag! I raced to Phoenix and right back and that was when we began to cross "to do" things off the list. They didn't get crossed off because they were done, they were crossed off because they couldn't be done. <br />
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Can't get the powder coating done...... Okay..... Bob says "take my wire wheels and when we get your wheels back, we'll put tires on and swap them out"..... Okay.... another amazing gesture... in the time being, we'll pull off the wide glide front end, put on the FXR narrow glide and run a 19" instead of the 21".... Okay.... Then I hear, "Jack, where is the headlight for this front end?" Uhm, I don't know, I don't have one." Now it was their turn to say "OKAY".... then we realized that my wide glide wasn't stock HD, it was a custom build so the dual disc brakes would not line up with either the 10 or 11.5 inch rotors. So now I have no powder coated FXR wheels, I can't change the front end because I'd now have to cut all the wires and didn't have the time to dick with it, I had one laced wheel in the back and the cheese grater wheel on the front with what can only be described as a throw away tire on it which for the record is far better than the tire we took off. I wanted to paint and swap out the gas tank and front fender but because the front end is a wide glide and is lowered, I can't put the cop fender on the front, but I now have one on the back...... I never measured the cable lengths so I can't change the risers or bars and I can't pull it apart because I have to ride this bitch home in a short time. I didn't change the seat to two up either. Oh hell, I should have been out of there a few hours before already and we were still dicking with this thing. So let me show you some photos of WHAT this thing ended up looking like tonight..... notice that I did not say HOW this thing looked because to use the word how, one would have to use words to describe it and at this point, that would be difficult. <br />
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I think what was formerly known as the Legendary Pickle Sickle should now just be called either the Rainbow Bright bike or simply Skittles but to do that, I have to put something orange or more red on. I may fix it all, or actually ride this bitch proudly into Sin City! Only time will decide..... Did I mention that I have not even painted the gas tank that I was about to put on, no, well I haven't....<br />
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You may have noticed that not one of the parts is painted to match yet.... This photo was taken for the all FXR issue of Cycle Source months ago and you know how much I got finished and painted? NONE! Here is another fun little fact about your pal Jack Shit; I didn't let it stop me from putting any of it on!<br />
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So as you see here above, the saddle bags are off, the new fender and light are installed and there is now a wire wheel in the rear instead of a mag, neither the original cheese grater nor FXR mag.<br />
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Saddle bag back in place, rails on, Joey Chop's long ago borrowed luggage rack temporarily installed and the front wheel pulled off the bike. I think about now any photo from any angle will show many different sizes of wheels, styles of wheels and tires all over the place with the exception of on the bike!<br />
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Now after a great many hours of work by guys who were on their day off, we decided that we had no choice but to put the original wheel back on, pull a tire out of the garbage pile more or less and install that, leave the front end, the headlight, the brakes, the seat, the tank, the exhaust alone for now just to get this damn Pickle off the lift so that tomorrow they can get back to customer's bikes who need their bikes to get back on the road. I couldn't help but laugh at the thought of the plethora of colors now on this bike and I remembered that I have the original FXRT Samsonite tour pack back at the house and it is Maroon and Orange of all things and I actually found myself laughing out loud as I pulled off the freeway racing home to dig out the tour pack just so I could see what it looks like added to what has now become a "modern art piece"...... I walked in the door, right past Diane and she said "where the hell are you going in such a rush?" I'm going to dig out my tour pack to put on the bike! "Oh my God, is it done" she asked with enthusiasm and all I could do was smile and say "it is for now"..... Well luck would have it and I found the tour pack, wait till you see this! It is the candle on the fucked up cake, it is the pi est de resistance, the final kick in the nuts.... and so much more..... check it out!<br />
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C'mon now, seriously, after seeing this, don't you want to have an exact replica for yourself? Don't lie... you know you do! Heads up Vegas, the circus is coming to town! I think I am going to pull off the side covers and rattle can paint them terracotta, I think that will be the perfect final touch! It is no wonder that Orange County Choppers has not been calling me to join the design team! I pulled off this one of a kind bike for about 100,000 bucks less than their average bike! Now on the serious side, I really wanted to black this ol' girl out all the way. The engine, the wheels, the front end, nearly everything with a few subtle shiny touches but honestly now that I see it with the cop paint on it, I really have to admit that for someone who absolutely hates cops now, I really like the look of it! So the work will stop until I figure it out............... nah, only kidding, I've got a 7 dollar credit at the hardware store so tomorrow I'll go buy a can of spray paint and do something.... what exactly I'm not sure, but I'll do something! I'll keep you posted! Okay, I know you are dying to see one more pic of the bike from the "show side".... ha ha ha ha ha.... that makes me laugh even typing it, but here you go.<br />
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Keep the wind in your face,<br />
Tits in your back and<br />
The MAN OFF YOUR ASS!<br />
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Your Friend,<br />
Jack ShitJack Shithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11155336341439949665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696352645937158043.post-2333928129867204802013-09-12T02:00:00.000-07:002013-09-12T02:03:12.359-07:00A long time comingYeah, yeah, yeah.... so I did it once again, I dropped off the face of the earth with regard to this blog and pretty much most social media for a while now. The social media wasn't really my fault, FB in it's "big brother" capacity changed a setting on my page that everything I posted could only seen by me... that makes a whole hell of a lot of sense doesn't it? This happened all the way back in the beginning of June and I only found out about it two weeks or so ago. Now, with regard to the blog there is no excuse that I can make, I just flat out stopped writing. I had a complete and total loss of inspiration, motivation and quite frankly, copulation! If it weren't for the "where the fuck are you" and "is everything okay" messages I would have forgotten about the blog entirely. I thank you all for caring enough to actually miss me.<br />
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So you must be thinking "but you are on here now, your are posting this", so what gives? Today I found inspiration again and I found it under the worst possible circumstances. I found it today in the Healing Fields of Tempe, Arizona. The Healing Fields are located at Tempe Town Lake and it is a beautiful and serene setting just a hop, skip and jump from Arizona State University at the end of a long strip of bars and restaurants exactly like most college towns have. Only for a few days a year, this property turns into a massive and I do mean massive memorial so that we never forget the events of 9/11 and those who lost their lives that day and the friends and families that they left behind, the survivors of the attack on our nation, on our way of life.... Today was the second time that I attended this event as I only found out about it last year for the first time. <br />
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I think what opened up my mind and my heart more than ever this year was that I was exhausted and I never went to sleep last night. I had the alarm set for four am so that I could get the bike up and ready and waiting on the driveway so that I could hop on and ride away when my friends arrived. At twenty minutes to four I rolled over and turned the alarm clock off, sleeping was not an option on this night. My friends arrived promptly and we took off for the meet. To say that I was disappointed with the turn out would be an understatement for sure. As we pulled out to ride to the Healing Fields, we had only 50 bikes or so. Here is a shot of the now legendary Pickle Sickle at 5 am waiting to take off on the ride. When we finally did take off it was a mad dash right from the get go. Blocking traffic, running lights and all the other mayhem that happens when you put a bunch of bikers together with a destination to get to. We only made it to the second or third traffic light and had already pissed off the police! When they put on their lights and sirens to stop us and no one stopped, they just gave in and gave us an escort to the lake!<br />
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and here is a shot of the Pickle at dawn, a short time before the sun came up. There is something so beautiful about dawn in the desert that you could just sit in the saddle and stare up at the sky. There is a combination of beautiful blue light but yet you can still make out the stars. If you ever have the chance to experience this, I highly recommend that you do.<br />
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As mother nature was making a show of things and the night was becoming day I turned to make out a rather large group of people on the grassy knoll 200 feet away. With each passing second the light was getting brighter and the group becoming more visible and as I finally made out just who the group was, I knew that I was in the right place at the right time! Here is a shot of the fine folks on that grassy knoll this morning, 9/11.<br />
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As I said, with each passing moment, night was leaving and the anniversary of the attacks on America was rapidly approaching and with it came the light. As I made the walk towards the group I shot photo after photo and by the time I finally made it to them, dawn had let all of Az know that it had arrived and what a sight it was.<br />
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Much to my bloodshot eyes pleasant surprise was a shit ton of America's finest men and women standing proudly on that knoll! On the other side of the tree to the left was the mirror image of what you see here! God bless The American Soldier!<br />
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We all slowly and at our own pace made our way towards the stage where the ceremony was to take place. Oddly enough, it seems as if there is an unwritten rule that you "don't walk in the field between the flags until after the ceremony ends" and no one did! When you first see the flags placed perfectly in laser straight lines the exact distance from each other in every direction it hits you straight in the heart. The time, effort and caring that went in to making this dead on balls accurate was quite visible in an instant. The sorrow that you feel begins to give way to pride again and it feels good. Below is the very first sight you see as you walk into the park and because of the natural light, you can't see the end in any direction, nothing but OLD GLORY. What was particularly solemn this morning was that not one single flag moved, as if they too were waiting for the ceremony to begin and the healing to once again commence. The place is now mostly attended by bikers, cops, firemen, volunteers and every television and radio station in the valley but what was missing was the regular folks..... where the hell were they? The average mom and pop were not to be seen and this left me with an uneasy feeling in my stomach.<br />
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I get it that it is a week day and people have to work or that the kids have to go to school but come on folks, make some arrangements this one time a year, plan ahead..... we have to make a sacrifice however small or large to keep these victims and these events fresh in our hearts and minds or like so many other things, they will slowly disappear and become distant memories of some awful thing that happened a long, long time ago...... when we arrived the crowd attendance was horrible. Last year, in the pouring rain it was difficult to even find a chair to sit on, these year with incredible weather, you could have taken eight chairs for yourself and laid down across them and there would still be plenty of chairs. <br />
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As I was getting a good look at the old restored Plymouth Fury, Scottsdale Police car and the incredible Van Pelt Fire Engine behind the stage I could hear the bag pipes begin to play and let me tell you, as a proud Irishman and cops kid, I've heard these far too many times in my life.<br />
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Shortly after the bagpipers ended a friend said "hey Jack, I want to introduce you to someone" and I turned around and started laughing.... Nice to meet you I said and the reply was "it sure is Jack".... What a pleasant surprise, standing in front of me was a man I had the great honor to meet up in Laconia a few rallies back and who I now call my friend, the one and only Saluting Marine of viral internet fame, Staff Sgt. Tim Chambers. Tim always seems to appear at exactly the right places with impeccable timing and I thought this was the case today as well but I was wrong. As it turns out, this memorial would not be the only event of the day. At seven pm on this solemn day a candle light vigil would take place and Tim would be the guest of honor and the man to address the crowd and I knew that they brought in the right man for the job. A few minutes later as we paused in silence for the exact moment that the plane hit the tower I captured two photos taken only moments apart from each other and they are my hands down favorite photos of the entire day and night and I'd like to share them with you now.<br />
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Today I rode a roller coaster of feelings and emotions and I welcomed them all. I was reminded of the pain, the epic sadness, the horror, the loss, the devastation and the overwhelming fear that I felt on this day 12 years prior but I was also reminded of how this nation pulled together, how we put aside our differences and we were one people, how neighbor helped neighbor, how stranger helped stranger. I was reminded of honor and the selflessness that wave after wave of our first responder's exhibited as they gave their own lives to try and save others. I was reminded of the patriotism this tragedy had pulled back out of our beat down post Viet Nam souls and as I looked at the total and utter respect that these young men and women pictured above showed on this day for people that most never knew of other than for a name on a list or attached to a flag in a field and I knew that we as a people still had hope for our future. That we as a nation could rise above the attacks of 9/11 and more than a decade of war that has followed. We are a tired people but on this day we were uplifted because of the compassion shown and shared and it was a beautiful thing to witness. <br />
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When the ceremony was over and the people had nearly all gone, I stayed on for an hour or so and just walked the field. I learned that not only was each flag marked with a number and a name, but what the age of that person was and what they were doing on that day and the biggest surprise of all was that on each tag was a little blurb about each person and it gave some humanity to the strangers whose names appeared on each of these 2,996 flags in the Healing Fields on this day and it touched me deeply. During the ceremony I once again had the honor and privilege to read the names of some of the victims and I will forever hold that memory close to my heart. The property was now mostly volunteers, a few friends, all the tv stations doing live shots and one lone fireman! That lone fireman stood watch over this field on this day as if to say "WE STILL GOT YOUR BACKS" and I just couldn't help but watch him from behind for a bit as he stood there keeping an eye on the fields much like our friend Tim Chambers does as he salutes all who ride on Rolling Thunder, the similarity did not escape me.<br />
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Today helped restore some much needed faith in me and seeing the thousands who attended the candle light vigil tonight took away some of my anger over the morning attendance. I witnessed people once again come together out of nothing but good and compassion and a passion was once again reignited in me. So in as much as I went to this memorial today to support those who have lost and to hold true to "NEVER FORGIVE, NEVER FORGET" as my tattoo reads, it was this memorial that in-fact helped me and I didn't even know I needed it!<br />
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Until we see each other on the road again;<br />
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Keep the wind in your face,<br />
Tits in your back and<br />
The man off your ass!<br />
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Your friend,<br />
Jack Shit<br />
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Jack Shithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11155336341439949665noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696352645937158043.post-86613158631969519932013-09-11T17:35:00.001-07:002013-09-11T17:35:36.500-07:00Healing Field 9/11 Memorial / NEVER FORGETI know that it has been a tremendous amount of time since I last posted up on this blog and I've gotten your messages and I'll try harder to add content on here, sorry! I wanted to share this with you all today as we remember those lost on this tragic day in American history. I hope everyone continues to heal from this and life gets a little bit easier to live with each passing day.<br />
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I<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/sG0ZZm6ieZQ" width="459"></iframe>Jack Shithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11155336341439949665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696352645937158043.post-19892679553349316492013-05-31T23:47:00.001-07:002013-05-31T23:47:02.199-07:00and The Super Douche` award goes to<br />
I'm sure you are dying to know who won this prestigious award in a town filled with so many Douchebags, don't worry, you will find out shortly. My only regret is that I was too slow in moving from the table during dinner to catch this self important asshole as he proudly rode by the windows at a snails pace, proud as a peacock and smirking ear to ear. He must have been attending a monthly Douche` meeting because as he came outside to get on his mean machine, the parking lot that was filled to capacity with smart cars, prius' and other hybrids all began to pull out together in a parade of fucktards with this "super douche`" leading the pack! I wanted to stop him, interview him and thank him, yes, thank him for all he has done to make the world a better place and for dressing in such a snappy manner. I just hope that his "super douche` cape" does not get caught in his back wheel while riding away! He was just too quick for me. I even had my list of questions all ready to go for when he straddled his machine!<br />
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Until we see each other on the road again,<br />
Keep the wind in your face,<br />
tits in your back and<br />
The Man Off Your ASS!<br />
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Your friend,<br />
Jack Shit<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/xI4Vmh2DhEI" width="480"></iframe>Jack Shithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11155336341439949665noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696352645937158043.post-8931415629545526482013-05-31T18:10:00.001-07:002013-05-31T18:10:42.822-07:00Everything can change in the blink of an eye!Sometimes in the blink of an eye, a good day can turn to total shit but on the flip side of that coin, a good day can turn into a great day just as quickly and that is just what happened to mine today.... You are probably saying, wait, which way did it go? Did it go to Shit or did it become Great? You are going to have to watch the short video below to find out...... and....<br />
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Until we see each other on the road again,<br />
Keep the wind in your face,<br />
Tits in your back and<br />
The Man Off Your ASS!<br />
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Your friend,<br />
Jack Shit<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/Tlkzrb8JhN4" width="459"></iframe>Jack Shithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11155336341439949665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696352645937158043.post-79718043780318852642013-05-14T22:35:00.000-07:002013-05-14T22:35:09.266-07:00Choppertown Camparound 2013 In The BooksI'm just sitting here on the couch trying to be as much like a ghost as I possibly can so that Diane can rest quietly, it's Tuesday and she is suffering from the after effects of her weekly shot. She's had a pretty good run lately with very little in the way of side effects but today she is paying for that good run. As I always say, no good deed ever goes unpunished.... and one must always be prepared to pay the price for good fortune... right now, the latter of the two is what's happening. As I'm sitting here I began to reflect on the weekend and just how much I enjoyed myself.<br />
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This past weekend was if my memory does not fail me, the fourth Choppertown Camparound and for the first time it was held in a new location up in Wilhoit, Arizona. I had been looking forward to this event for some time now but had been worried that after taking that fall back in Milwaukee, was I going to be able to make it up there, much less even ride my bike up there. As it turns out, I was able to do both and by the time the day came to actually get my shit together and go, I was ready for it. Just in case though, I brought with me an ankle brace, two knee braces, a different wrist brace and my cane, I was going to be ready for anything that hit and any injury that acted up! The day before I left I was feeling pretty bummed that I would not be riding my knucklehead up to the party as I had the first annual event and I had come to grips with the fact that I would be riding up on the bagger when I realized hey, I got my fxr, that shits got room to pack camping gear on it, I'll ride the Pickle Sickle up there. By the time I arrived, I could not get the smile off of my face! I forgot just how great that bike is to ride and it was the first time I ever got to take that bike and use it for what it was designed for, going fast around the twisties.... but I'm getting ahead of myself here.<br />
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Normally when I'm getting ready to go to an event I get stressed to the limit and I'm in a panic about getting on the road and how long will the ride take to get there and how long we stop at each gas station. There is nothing worse than going for a ride somewhere and having to be there at a specific time, it takes a whole lot of the joy of those trips from them. The pressure builds even more when I'm riding my bike to an event that I'm working, where the only real joy comes from the ride home. On this Saturday, I took my time like never before, getting my shit together, packing it all up right so that I could grab anything that I needed without having to unpack on the side of the road. I had planned on being up early, loading up and riding out by 11 then 12 and that quickly became 1 and finally I fired up the bike to go at 3pm and not one part of me gave a shit! I don't have a working speedometer on the Pickle but I do know that it could not tach any higer and I ended up making great time on the 120 mile ride so you do the math there. Part of my mind always has a little paranoid part that is always one step ahead of me and does all the worrying for me so that I don't have to. One of the thoughts I had on the ride up was "I sure hope when I get there the whole front of the bar is not packed with bikes", I didn't want the local PD seeing a billboard for what was taking place there and wondering why even after the bar closed were all these bikes still there. As I pulled up in front of the Burro Inn there was not a bike to be seen and my smile grew a bit wider. I pulled in, made a left and rode up the dirt hill to the glory of a post apocalyptic refugee camp of choppers, stock bikes and tents! THIS PLACE WAS PERFECT!<br />
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I said hello to a few friends upon arriving and then shot over to set up camp which shockingly was done in only a few minutes thanks to help from a few friends and with that, cracked open the ol' mason jar and passed around the jar of Palmetto Moonshine. A little white lightning after a hot ride across the desert was the perfect reward and it was still semi cold from when I pulled it out from the fridge a few hours earlier. As I settled into the event it dawned on me that I wasn't there to work, not in the least and it was time for the first time in a very long time to do nothing but kick back, share some booze with friends and just celebrate this thing we do! As the sun set I looked up to the mountain to see a sight that I had not planned on. Met from New Mexico was standing on top of the hill, striking a pose like a Greek God and then my eyes refocused and I quickly came to the realization that he was pantless and taking the piss of a lifetime! It will be a while before I get this pic out of my head and to be honest, I had no idea he had so much ink.... Nice ass tats Met! With the sun down and the fire roaring, people all looked genuinely happy! Not that I'm at a run and I'll be as happy as I can while I walk through the rows of chaps vendors but the pure happiness that comes from walking around looking at bad ass bikes and talking to people that you hardly ever get to see.<br />
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One of the highlights for me that I take away from this event was the people. Many who were there I had not seen in some time and when I do get to see them, or talk to them, I only get to hang for a few minutes or in most cases, for a few moments before I run off to do something else or be somewhere else. It was amazing not being on a schedule, not worrying about what band was coming on next and at what time, not worrying if I had taken care of the vendors well enough, did I remember to announce that the bartenders work only for tips.... etc etc etc.... it was so good to just walk around and bullshit with people. Some people I've only met a few times in my life and at best for only a few seconds while working and I was finally able to hang out and get to know them, while there were others who, although we have been social media friends for some time, we've never even met in person until this party and it was great to put a face and a voice to a single profile pic! If you are reading this and you were one of these people, it was great to finally meet you! In one of those moments, I had just finished talking with someone and there was a quiet that came over the crowd in the campground and suddenly I could hear the band and all I could think of was "who the hell is that on stage", they are insane good! I quickly made my way up to the back of the bar to see a band on stage that I had heard friends talk about over and over and now got to witness for the first time why they loved these guys so much! If you guys, anywhere who are reading this, if you see the name HogJaw appear on an event invite or a flyer somewhere playing near you, believe me, go and see them. The playing is so tight that it appears effortless! They have a new album out and they take off for Europe in September so check them out, you will end up a lifelong fan as I have just become!<br />
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Next up was my friend Shadrach Heartattach and his band Bottom Shelf Bourbon. I'd heard great shit about these guys as well but I've not seen them perform either. We were hanging out at the back of the stage when Shadrach Heartattach came up to me and asked if I would go up on stage and bring the band on.... I told him no, that it was my day off and I wasn't working with a smirk and he just gave me one of his sly little smiles and he had me right then and there! I've got to tell you guys and gals reading this here in AZ, if you get a chance to see this band, check them out, fantastic..... I was captivated the moment they came on and the sound that came from that electric guitar was out of this world! After having just finished my contract negotiations with my friend Shadrach, Long Jon, the host of this kick ass event pulled me aside and said "hey man, I ain't much of a talker but.... we want to do something for Randy Pants, we want to do a burnout in his memory, would you go up and announce it"..... sure thing man, I'd be honored to and for the record, what a burnout it was. I've never seen anyone pop a tire so fast and I do believe Ken from FTF is and has remained the burnout king of Choppertown! I'll have to double check as I only made the last event for an hour and missed the one prior to that altogether! The band went on and played until late and we filled the rest of the hours with drinking, laughing and setting some things straight between friends..... all in all, I'd say this was one hell of a party and one hell of a good time!<br />
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For Long Jon and the lovely Ms. Pinky Pancake, I just want to say thank you once again for taking the time to put this lil shindig together for all of us to enjoy and get away from work for a little while. You made one hell of a choice in picking this year's location and I would seriously recommend that you stick with this joint! The people who ran it were friendly and I really got the feel that they were genuinely grateful that we all came to hang out at their place! So to those of you from the Burro Inn, I say thank you as well! As great as the party was, the ride to the party is not to be beat! There are only two ways in or out of this joint and each equally spectacular in their views and twists, turns and switchbacks..... so that's it, what more could you want from a bike event? We ended the night in the most fitting of ways, we drank and laughed ourselves to sleep around the camp fire.... well GTP was already asleep until I unzipped his tent and knelt down right on his forehead thinking it was my own tent.... oh hell, they were both blue and it was dark and the shit was right next to mine, it was an honest mistake! For the record, I was nearly as surprised as you were George. Now this is where I would traditionally load up all the photos from the party but I took only one pic and it was the next day...... hey, what do you want from me, I was off the clock!<br />
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Until we see each other on the road again,<br />
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Keep the wind in your face,<br />
Tits in your back<br />
and The Man Off Your ASS!<br />
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Your friend,<br />
Jack ShitJack Shithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11155336341439949665noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696352645937158043.post-49010916813844159412013-05-10T15:09:00.002-07:002013-05-10T15:10:54.718-07:00Never know what you'll find on the memory card on your phoneSo I got a new phone a short while back and I've really yet to figure out how the damn thing works. I shot some video over the last few days that I wanted to share but could not even figure out how to get it off of the damn phone. So after an hour of going back and forth from the phone to the laptop to the phone I had to open up each single thumbnail and there are like a thousand of them. There were no previews to show what each file was, this was a huge undertaking and a massive pain in the ass! So I would copy, then paste and then open before I even had an hint at what it was going to be. I was pretty happy when I found this one. Hell I didn't even know I still had this and for that matter I didn't even remember I shot this. <br />
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The quick back story is this; I was working out in the back yard with the radio on and I heard the local station run an ad saying what was going on that night. An old friend that I grew up with was coming to town and I had not seen him in what felt like forever. I checked my phone and still had his number but it was his home phone (the same number since we were kids). I sent him a message online and sure as hell he answered. My old friend is Italian and had been on the road for some time so I asked when was the last time he had some good, home cooked, real Italian food and his answer was "fucking forever ago", so I threw on a pot of water, grabbed up some pasta, opened up some cans of tomato and began cooking. The plan was to meet him at the buses behind the venue, catch up, eat some dinner and see the show. I had no idea that we'd be seeing the show sitting on road cases on the wing of the stage! When we were just kids this guy was one of the best bass players that I had ever seen and I knew without question that if he kept his shit straight he would be huge and sure as hell he is! I've been around music, bands and live performances my whole life but I've never really seen such joy in playing as I witnessed on this night of my old friend playing the bass! As it turns out it had to be maybe 15 years since we'd seen each other, maybe even longer. I don't know how that happens but it was like no time was lost. He was exactly the same guy he's always been, he's just got a much better beard now! So here you go, check out this hidden little gem from my old memory card!<br />
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Until we see each other on the road again,<br />
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Keep the wind in your face,<br />
Tits in your back<br />
and The Man Off Your ASS!<br />
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Your friend,<br />
Jack ShitJack Shithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11155336341439949665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696352645937158043.post-78648256815163336402013-05-10T01:57:00.001-07:002013-05-10T01:57:57.182-07:00I'M LIKE THE FRIGGIN HORSE WHISPERERROBERT REDFORD LOOK OUT MAN, JACK SHIT IS COMING FOR YOUR TITLE! Or your name or whatever the hell that role was that you played in the movie was I'm not sure but apparently it looks like I got me some mad skills when it comes to communicating with the horses! In this particular case I was saying no so kind things about this lovely rescued horse named Chica! When my friend Chopper Doll found this horse she was starving and 3/4's on her way to certain death! Well I should have said our friend Chopper Doll because I'm sure she is probably your friend too! Anyway, to make a long story short, it had been a long time since we were out her way in Cali and I had yet to see the ranch where she keeps both of her RESCUED horses! The other horse, Memo, was in even worse shape and to add insult to the starvation issue, this horse had been beaten and abused as well. When I first saw the photos of these horses I could not wrap my head around how anyone could do this to such amazing creatures. Well after starving and literally having to fight for food, these two are fattened up and living like rock stars but old habits are hard to break and this beautiful blonde here, Chica, has not forgotten about having to fight for food and she still wants to eat anything that is put in front of her..... and anything that is put in front of any other horse or goat or chicken or..... well you get my drift! The work our dear friend has put into this property is incredible and I give her kudos and two thumbs up for the near unbelievable job she did in saving these two horses from their horrible lives or really, what was left of them. <br />
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While there I was so amazed at how beautiful the property was coming along and even more amazed at how great the horses looked, I took out my phone and began to record video and of course, I was commenting on it. Those of you who don't know me allow me to fill you in on this tidbit of info; I'm known for my ridiculous commentary when the camera is on, it's as if I forget that I'm holding the damn thing and no one, including myself ever knows what is going to come out of my mouth so for years any time something needed to be recorded, everyone just handed me the camera hoping for another moment of me putting my foot in my mouth or my head up my ass! Today, the only one to take exception to my commentary was Chica the horse. She was not at all impressed with me or the thoughts that I was conveying! So take a look at the video, it really is pretty damn funny and I would bet my ass on the fact that if I had every horse treat known to man, I could not have gotten this horse to do this with such impeccable timing! It's short, only about a minute and a half so I hope you enjoy it. I'll drop the link in below so all you have to do is click on it.<br />
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Until we see each other on the road again,<br />
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Keep the wind in your face,<br />
Tits in your back<br />
and The Man Off Your ASS!<br />
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Your friend,<br />
Jack Shit<br />
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Since I have not posted shit in forever, I thought since I broke out of my massive inspirational coma today, I'd share some cool shit that's gone on over the last little while since I dropped off the face of the earth! I believe my last post before today was just prior to Daytona Bike Week down at the Broken Spoke letting you all know what we had going on down there. As it turns out, the event was a huge success and the feedback that I've gotten from those who came to work and party with us has been stellar. It is very rare indeed that I ever leave the property when I'm working a bike rally but I could not resist taking off on the Chop In Block / Cycle Source ride around what I believe is called the Wildlife Loop out in Ormond. A friend was kind enough to loan me another friend's bike and I jumped in to the pack and we took off. The ride was amazing, the people along for it could not have been better and for about an hour and a half, we all got to forget that we were there to work. Here is a shot that our friend Uli captured while on the ride. I'm not sure what it is, but there is something that just strikes me about this shot. I'm not sure if it is the way the sun shines off that amazing paint job or the blur of the trees making it look like we are rolling 100 mph or what but I just love the hell out of it so I thought I'd share it with you lunatics.</div>
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Once again I had the great honor of hosting some of the finer happenings at Arizona Bike Week this year and there were quite a few moments that really stood out and a few memories that will stay with me for as long as I live. I got to once again do a gig with the incredible folks over at HD of Scottsdale and they clean, clear knocked it out of the park again. It was the kick off party for AZ Bike Week and the crowd was pumped up. In true Jack Shit fashion we hooked them up with all kinds of Free Shit and the crowd was so massive that we had to use a cannon to reach from 1/3 of the crowd back. The concert portion of the event was held at their new training facility which by the way is totally state of the art and enormous. I've yet to think of anything that could not be pulled off with this amazing facility that they have there. The shot below was taken from the lighting console which was about halfway back in the crowd from the stage. I love seeing the crowd here but what I really love is the shot of that flag on the stage. There is a great story here to go along with that flag as well.</div>
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Another great shot that was captured that day was of me screwing around when I didn't know anyone was looking. Shortly before the shot was taken, I had introduced and watched the performance of one of the best bike stunt teams that I had ever seen. It was a warm day and I had a shit ton of property to work that day and from the jump I decided that I would ride my bike around the property rather than walk back and forth endlessly. On one of my trips back to the main stage I was informed that there was a delay in getting Steppenwolf off the stage from their sound check and our rehearsal would have to wait. I was riding around the training facility when I realized that I had never surfed the bagger since I got it and what better time and place to do just that, after all, it is a "training facility", so I couldn't pass it up. As I came around the lighting / sound tower I had just began going up on the bike when out of the corner of my eye I saw someone standing there. He never got a shot of me all the way up but he did catch me getting there. Who knew that you could surf a road glide? Getting that loose neck fixed after 2 years sure paid off! Thanks Bob from Independent for the hook up! <br />
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What makes working for this group of people so great is just that, "the group of people" and the head of that group is the one and only Dr. Bob Parsons and this man is nothing but class! He spent top dollar to throw this party and here is the kicker, if you have a mc endorsement on your drivers lic., then entry to the event is totally free! How classy of a move is that shit? Dr. Bob went way out of his way to fill the entertainment roster that day. When you bring in a big national act, it's easy to just hire a local band or two to open up for them and save yourself a fortune but he sure as hell didn't do that. He took the expense to bring in a band from Nashville that was really great but the point of this is the band that he brought in all the way from NYC. The band is called Madison Rising and they were extremely talented. More than talented, they are truly patriots and it really shows in their performance. Just like Dr. Bob, the lead singer is a Marine and as you see there I didn't say former Marine because as I've learned, there is no such thing! The band played a set earlier and was just incredible but it was the job that they did later that evening that flat out blew everyone's minds. The original video the band made is stellar but I thought that here, now, I would share the video from that evening. So check it out right <a href="http://youtu.be/B_iAYCIBEPA">click me now</a>. As much as the performance live was incredible what moved me the most was when a moment of silence was asked for by the lead singer and in a split second, nearly six thousand guests fell instantly silent, it was incredibly powerful! This is a band that because of the fact that they are patriotic, find it very difficult to find a welcoming audience because as you know, you are damn near shunned now for being proud to be an American! If you see these guys anywhere, make sure you go and support them. The original video made by the band on youtube has nearly 4 million hits and that's pretty damn impressive to me! </div>
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Dr. Bob is the founder of Go Daddy and although he is a MASSIVE success, he takes care of his people and his customers at a level I've yet to see any place else. About 20 minutes before we brought Bob up on stage we were hanging out backstage, we had gone over what was going to happen when he came on and we were talking with the band and that is when I saw and heard something that I'd never imagined was possible in the entertainment industry. Dr. Bob was speaking with these guys and asked how they are supported and how it is going for them. The reply was the same that nearly every band gives, "we do it all on our own" until we make it big enough to get some support but as I mentioned above, in this nation, is these times, being a patriot is perhaps the ultimate curse in the entertainment industry. Dr. Bob turned to one of his top guys and said "bonus these guys $ _______, write them a check right now" and the look on the faces of the band had to match the look on mine. That look was shock, awe and total surprise! I won't mention the amount of the bonus that was given because that really isn't my right to do, but I can say this, HOLY SHIT! Dr. Bob, you my friend are nothing but class! I'm proud to be part of your team! As I mentioned earlier, there was a story behind that flag that we used on the stage. A soldier's dad carries that flag around with him and is such a massive fan of Madison Rising that he attends many of their shows. We knew that we needed a flag on stage for this special moment and we asked if we could use his and he was humbled and honored. I never had a chance to hear the entire story behind the flag but I can say that it was very moving to say the least! Here is one of my favorite shots captured that evening!</div>
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Below is a shot captured that night right before we all went on stage. Dr. and Mrs. Parsons, Madison Rising and your pal Jack Shit! This was a night that I will never forget. The only thing that could have made this better would have been if the owner of the flag could have been in there with us.<br />
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I could go on and on in this post but I won't because it seems to be getting long and since I've not really posted in five months, I don't want to kidnap you and hold you for ransom on this page. Next time I get back on here, I'll share some of the other great shit, sad shit and cool shit that has been going on in our lives over this past half year! <br />
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I do have to say that it feels good to write about what's going on again and let you fuckers back into our lives. It's not always easy to just spill out for the whole world everything that is going on and I feel that if I can't lay it all out on the line then why share anything.... ya know what I mean?<br />
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So then, until we see each other on the road again,<br />
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Keep the wind in your face,<br />
Tits in your back<br />
and The Man Off Your ASS!<br />
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Your friend,<br />
Jack ShitJack Shithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11155336341439949665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696352645937158043.post-81033529632189964332013-05-07T13:22:00.001-07:002013-05-07T16:00:52.610-07:00Keeping this a secret has been killing me!Well folks, I mentioned a few weeks ago that we had some huge announcements to make this year for the Sturgis Rally at the Legendary Broken Spoke Saloon but I had to keep them under wraps for a bit. That bit seemed to stretch on a "bit" longer than I thought and it's been eating me alive that I've not been able to share it with you all! First we announced for our legion of country fans that the one and only Gary Allan to rave reviews, then we dropped the bomb on you fine folks that the one and only Black Crowes were heading back out on the road and dropping this shit down a gear and opening up their throttle with us at the <a href="http://www.brokenspoke.com/">Broken Spoke</a> but that left two huge concert nights left open and I've been getting hammered with questions about who it was going to be..... well I can't share everything with you right now, but I will share this.... ya ready? The one and only QUEENS OF THE STONEAGE will be taking the main stage at the <a href="http://www.brokenspoke.com/">The Spoke</a> and I'd say that they will be blowing the roof off the joint but I can't and the only reason for that is that they will be playing under the incredible star filled South Dakota sky! If you haven't booked your camping you still have a shot, just go to the Broken Spoke Saloon website <a href="http://www.brokenspoke.com/">CLICK RIGHT HERE DAMNIT</a>. Every single show is free for campers and we've kept the ticket prices for those of you who are not camping with us at a price that anyone can afford. So spread the word, it's on like Donkey Kong for the 2013 Sturgis Rally and I give you my word that we are going to break our backs to show you the greatest time you've ever had and help you make some memories to last a lifetime!<br />
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Until we see each other on the road again,<br />
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Keep the wind in your face,<br />
Tits in your back<br />
and The Man Off Your ASS!<br />
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Your friend,<br />
Jack ShitJack Shithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11155336341439949665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696352645937158043.post-35728027619147953842013-03-06T23:47:00.000-08:002013-03-07T00:06:43.311-08:00Holy Shit!<span style="color: red;">THIS POST HAS CHANGED FROM ITS ORIGINAL FORMAT AS A PHOTO HAS BEEN ADDED. NORMALLY ANY CHANGE FROM ITS ORIGINAL FORM WOULD BE IN RED BUT I'LL BE DAMNED IF I KNOW HOW TO MAKE A PHOTO RED!</span><br />
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I can't believe that I've not written a single solitary word or posted once on this thing since the beginning of January. Here we go again, another Jack Shit disappearing act! It's funny, it's not like I have had nothing going on in my life to share with you all, I just haven't had the heart to sit down and actually write. I find that I write from a position of passion and lately, quite frankly, I find myself less than passionate. The injuries I sustained on my trip to Milwaukee for the Shed party turned out to be quite a bit more severe than I ever imagined they would be and I've been more or less laid up ever since. With the exception of getting up and about for 3 or 4 hours max, I've spent all my time laying on the bed, the couch and luckily, even the beaches of Hawaii. When I met with the surgeon he laughed when I asked if he thought I needed surgery. I asked what was so funny and he said "son, it's not if you need surgery but how fast can we perform it!" With that statement, the life seemed to be sucked clean out of my lungs and my heart! Here we go again.... more surgeries more time laid up.... well it ain't happening right now! I've got shit to do! I have no choice but to knuckle up, face the pain and push forward. Friday I begin my duties of hosting one of the greatest parties on earth, Daytona Bike Week at the Broken Spoke Saloon and I have mixed emotions on it. I am psyched that I get back on the road and bring the smiles but I'm sort of horrified to find out if that once I get going will the ankle and knee hold up? One way or another, within 48 hours I'm going to find out.<br />
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Over the last 3 years or so, I've been blessed with being able to entertain the masses that arrive at the Spoke looking to do one thing, make some memories and I'll forever be grateful for having been given the shot at pulling this off. The Broken Spoke celebrates its 25th anniversary this year, that is an epic accomplishment and all I can say is that I'm honored to have had a small role in that. <br />
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When people ask me and believe me, they ask a lot, what is my favorite part of it all, or what the highlight of each rally is and the only answer that I can ever come up with is "the people." Thanks to social media, I know so many of you from all over the world and the only place I really ever get to cross paths with you guys is at the big rallies! I love what I do, although the most difficult question I ever have to answer is "what do you do Jack?" That question sends a chill down my spine because to be quite honest, I'm not really at all sure what it is that I do...... I just know that it makes me happy to do it and it sure seems to bring big ol' smiles to others faces.... well those of them that I don't somehow piss off while I'm doing whatever it is that I do! If you are heading for Daytona, please, stop in the Broken Spoke, say happy anniversary to guys like Brother Speed who have been around forever. We've got one hell of a party planned, notice I didn't say event? That is because you don't have an anniversary event, you have an anniversary party and that is what the Spoke has planned and not just for Daytona but for the entire year. The best part is that rather than expect to receive gifts, we plan on giving them to you guys! What's better than gifts? Surprises and surprise gifts, that's what's better.... What kind of things will you be giving away, you may be asking yourself right now? How about this for example.....<br />
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This is just one of three guitars being given away this rally in Daytona at the Broken Spoke! The one and only Jasmine Cain will also be giving away an ESP Guitar and all you got to do to is be there to have your shot at riding out of the Spoke with a bad ass ax strapped on your back or maybe three if you are really lucky! Speaking of Jasmine, she will as always be blowing up the stage at the Spoke along with our friend and editor of Cycle Source Magazine, the one and only Chris Callen comes out of self imposed exile from music and is performing on the world famous stage of the Spoke! We look forward to welcoming Big House Pete as well as icons of the music industry and Florida's own, Molly Hatchet who never fails to blow the roof off the joint! I know you guys who have followed my writing and my rants for some time will be asking yourself right about now, Jack always says that this is supposed to be a gathering of those who live for bikes, not music....... you are right, that is ABSOLUTELY what this is all about, the bikes.... but fuck man, ain't it cool to have some sweet tunes playing the whole time? Once again, so many people have come together to make all of this happen and none of it would be possible without the generosity and brotherhood shared and shown with gestures like these guitars among other amazing acts you will never know of!<br />
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Again, those of you who know me, know full well that I live and breathe all things two wheeled and hell folks, done right, I even dig some shit with three wheels.... Okay, who am I kidding, if it has tits or wheels, I'm a fan...... Rather than have a one day bike show, the Spoke has a bike show nearly each and every day of the rally! From the Trikes only show that was a huge hit last go round to the Chop-In Block show, the Editors choice show which is a milestone and an epic achievement and it's all happening at the Broken Spoke and we are honored.... 15 National magazine editors will represent their rags all in one place at one time and pick some of the baddest scoots on earth to feature in their mags. If you have ever wondered how you get YOUR BIKE featured in a magazine, well this is how and now is your chance.... <br />
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It's all fun and games..... well until someone loses an eye, then it's fun and games and hilarity! The Spoke welcomes back the Motorcycle Cowboys to bring a little touch of their own mayhem to the party with rodeo games and good clean American Biker fun....... did I say clean? Who the hell am I kidding? It was only 5 months ago when the police stormed the property in Daytona and threatened to shut us down if we didn't calm it down! You know it ain't a party until the cops arrive anyway, right? The Chop-In Block family is back with us again for the third time and I've got to tell you that these guys are the shit! Builders, fabricators, tool makers, leather artisans, pinstripers, you name it, they are all represented at the Chop-In Block and I can tell you from personal experience, there is not a one of them that I would not want next to me in a fox hole!<br />
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The party goes late in to the night as usual and each night ends with all the ladies in the audience up on the bar for one last blast of decadence..... I could go on and on and on with what we've got planned for you all this bike week in Daytona but why ruin the surprise? If you are not a big fan of surprises, then go to the Spoke's facebook page, the website at www.brokenspoke.com and visit the pages of those you know who will be there. This is a party you won't want to miss and will forever regret it if you do! Oh yeah, don't be bashful, roll that bike right up in front of the stage because just as you've come to know the Spoke, the BURNOUTS WILL BE A PLENTY! Go ahead, get famous and burn that fucker down to the rim.....<br />
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So for now, that's what I've got going on, this is where I will be and if the messages on line, the phone calls and texts are any sign of what's to come, I'm going to be seeing a shit ton of you maniacs there and I can't wait! Everyone, please be safe in your travels down to Daytona, watch out for assholes in cages and watch your six! I'll keep you posted as shit goes down and as we break news on "special" happenings at the party so keep an eye out! Oh yeah, shit, I nearly forgot, where's my head? MISS BROKEN SPOKE CONTEST....... <br />
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Your friend,<br />
Jack ShitJack Shithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11155336341439949665noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696352645937158043.post-24883621268437828892013-01-12T20:01:00.001-08:002013-01-12T20:01:38.515-08:00Never Say Never, yet again!About a year and a half ago, I performed the most beautiful wedding ceremony that I've ever done at the most spectacular place that I've ever performed the ceremony of marriage! At the time that I had taken the booking for the wedding I was so happy to have been asked to do it my answer was an instant YES! I had also done the same thing for a friend back in January two years ago, I was asked and said YES! Never for a moment did I think to look at a calender, check the dates, see what else might be going on during that time, I just said sure! As it turned out, during both of those wedding dates, I missed two major bike events that I had been scheduled to attend. As the time drew nearer I realized that I screwed up and big but I am a man of my word and come hell or high water I try to never, ever break that word. I've lost business, I've lost friends, I've lost incredible opportunities because I won't break my word. Oh well, such is life and if a friend can't realize this, then I guess they were never really a friend in the first place, right? Fuck them anyway, they can suck the gnats of a dead rats scrotum while having a cactus jammed straight up their pee hole, but, I digress! The point of this stupid ass post is simple, as of that last ceremony, I said that I would never again perform the ceremony of marriage! It was one hell of a way to go out on top, my greatest wedding ever and it would be my last! Never, ever again will I do another wedding........... or so I thought!<br />
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A few days ago an old friend called up that I had not really seen nor heard from in some time. It was a nice surprise to hear from him. Every now and again a quick face book comment or something would pop up, but other than that, not much in the way of contact. He is an east coast guy like me so the second I answered the phone and heard "HEY!!! HOW YOU DOOOOON!!!" Notice that there was no question mark at the end of that sentence? Why? Because it was not a question, it was a statement! This guy is your typical, Brooklyn, Italian, bike riding, gun toting lunatic and it sure was nice to hear someone speak with that accent and for a brief moment, I was back home in Joisey!!! I knew why I had not heard much from him over the last few years and it was because when he moved to AZ, his mom had gotten old and sick. Here is a single guy who moved to paradise and gave up partying, chasing ass and living his life to move into a trailer in a senior development to take care of his mom and make the last time she had here on earth as happy and comfortable as possible! I've got mad respect for him for doing this! As we spoke we bullshitted back and forth, asked each other the typical question and then he hit me with the bomb question! "Hey man, what are you doing on Valentine's Day?" My first thought was "oh no, all that time away from chicks taking care of mom and he realized that he was gay and now he is asking me out", for a brief moment, I admit, I was flattered but I had to remind him that I was still married. Then he responded to me with "no you fucking jerkoff, I am not asking you out, I'm asking you to marry me!" Now I was REALLY flattered but still as equally married. Then came, "NO you stupid prick, I'm getting married and I want you and only you to do the ceremony!" I had to ask, "so then you wouldn't want to marry me?" "What the fuck is wrong with me that I'm not good enough for you?" Funny how easily our feelings can be hurt! <br />
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I informed him that I don't do these things any longer, that I was going out on top and I didn't have my schedule set in stone for the year yet and I could not commit in advance to any date etc, etc, etc.... He was not taking no for an answer. I informed him that the odds were really good that I was going to be away on that day and if I was not away, I'd just be arriving home in the middle of the night or rather, early that morning and he still didn't care, he was not taking no for an answer. This poor bastard was in love, he was getting married and nothing was going to stop him, NOTHING or no one, myself included. He asked me to meet him on Friday at noon at the location for the ceremony and we'd talk about it there. It's only a 40 minute drive so I said what the hell, it's cold as hell but still a beautiful day, I'll go meet him. I had already decided in my heart that after all this guy had gone through recently, the things that he gave up to do what he did, I WAS COMING OUT OF RETIREMENT! Check out where we are going to do this ceremony!<br />
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I've done ceremonies in some of the coolest places ever! I've performed them in beach houses after a hurricane by candle light because there was no power, I've done them on the beach with dolphins jumping out of the water behind us, I've done them on the side of a cliff overlooking a spectacular lake, inside MC clubhouses, at bike rallies in front of thousands of people, in the center of circled wagons, at the World Famous Broken Spoke Saloon, I've been flown all over the country by couples who would have no one else marry them, hell, I've even performed the ceremony of marriage inside the OK Corral, yeup, the OK Corral! But how in hell am I supposed to turn down performing the marriage ceremony of a friend inside the Elvis Presley Memorial Chapel? Just can't do it, no way, no how, this shit was on like Donkey Kong! As I stood there staring at the altar, I thought to myself, "you said you were never going to do this again man, how pissed are the people going to be that you have turned down recently?" Someone is going to take that personal, I just know that no matter how much I try to explain, someone is going to think that I just didn't want to marry them, this is going to back fire on me, maybe I shouldn't do it! The confusion and the inner turmoil was building in me and having this damn Chantix running around my body and twisting up my brain was not helping. My friend and his fiance had not arrived yet to meet me and now I didn't know what I was going to say to them. Right then and there while looking at Elvis' face, I decided that unless I had some devine intervention, a proverbial kick in the nuts from the universe or a sign from God, I was going to bail out on this ceremony while they still had time to book someone else. That was it, I WAS OUT! I turned to walk out the door and as I looked up, a dove was hovering, flapping his wings like a mad man right in front of this window that was above the door! All I could think of was the scene from Orgasmo when he asks God for a sign that he should not make porn movies anymore and the apartment began to shake, an earthquake hit, all the dishes came out of the cabinets and fell to the ground and smashed and after all the damage was done and the earth stopped shaking violently, he said and I quote, "any sign at all God, anything, any sign at all!" So there it was, a dove flying in front of a stained glass crucifix window..... are you kidding me? Guess I'm back in the wedding business!<br />
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I began to think, this will be pretty cool. A small, intimate ceremony with only a handful of guests in this tiny, historic chapel that was made famous in so many movies, yeah, this will be alright! My friend arrives and I meet him outside as I'm taking a few pics around the grounds of the Superstition Museum. I use to live right on the mountain but we never really spent any time here. We'd walked around parts of it once or twice. I filmed a little bit out there, for what I can't seem to remember. I think it was when we were trying to get that tv show on BBC, who can remember this shit, I certainly can't! I told him how perfect I thought the chapel was for an intimate ceremony. That is when he says to me "well it may not be so intimate now, it appears to be growing." So now the small, quiet, "intimate" ceremony for only a few friends has grown and it's far too big for the tiny Elvis chapel and did I mention that I opened up meeting up with my friend with the phrase, "yeah man, I'm in" and now I'm not even doing it the damn chapel! Thanks for the sign!!!! The grounds of the museum are really cool with a few buildings saved from the fire at Apacheland Studios that suffered one final horrific fire a few years ago. Here are a few shots of that shit.<br />
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Along with the old stamp mill, jail, blacksmith shop and such, the property also has an area they call the coliseum or what they can "loosely" call the amphitheater and that is where we will be holding the ceremony. Since this day really has nothing to do with me and is in fact of course about the couple, I'm going to do whatever they want to do. We took a walk and he pointed out the area to me. I asked, "you mean that area over there with the construction barricades laying on their sides?" Yeah, that's it he responded.... Luckily as we got closer we realized that these weren't actually barricades but big ol' stones and in the front and center, a stacked stone altar with the ultimate back drop of the Superstition Mountains! It was actually pretty sweet and since I hadn't ever performed a wedding at a museum, I will still pulling off something that I had not done yet! Check it out.<br />
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So it doesn't look like we will be doing shit in the Elvis Chapel but I gotta tell you, this don't suck either! It's going to be a good day no matter where we do it. Oh yeah, since the word got out, I'm now booked for a wedding on the Beach in San Diego too! Here we go again!<br />
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Your Friend,<br />
Jack ShitJack Shithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11155336341439949665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696352645937158043.post-58166438622326417702013-01-10T21:39:00.000-08:002013-01-10T22:06:03.526-08:00Yet they won't tell anyone this!It is a mad, mad world that we are living in these days. People are so passionate in their own position that nothing on earth can or will sway them regardless of whether they are right or wrong. There are times in my life when I pause and think, " I wonder if we should have had children", or "sure would have been nice to have kids to put me into a diaper as I did them." Then I see what is happening around the world and the other side of my heart and brain say "thank God we didn't!" Beyond the fact that most kids these days are ingrate, arrogant little assholes who think they deserve everything and should have it all without working in any way, shape or form to get it, they just simply want it now, the end. I'm also sure that because Diane and I are not your stereotypical parent types that after the first time that we stood up for our child or attended a little league game our kid would be brought into an office for an evaluation and I would bet my ass in this day and age that the kid would be put on some type of psychotropic medicine that will twist their little still forming brain! If the school psychiatrist or the principal says that the kid needs to be on one of these meds good luck getting that back in school without it happening. I read about judges handing down sentences that include children being court ordered to go on some type of behavior modification drug, what the fuck is that? <br />
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We see only what people want us to see unless we go and search out the information ourselves. With opinion constantly mistaken for fact these days and believe me, I've fallen for this as well, what are people to do? There is so much information out there and at the very same time an equal amount of disinformation. Tactics that were devised to use against our enemies during war are being used against us, We The People and all to confuse us and keep us off our game and most importantly, to keep us ALL VERY, VERY SCARED! I find it amazing that we are once again in this great nation discussing taking away a right so important it was second only to freedom of speech by our forefathers! Fear, fear, more fear, that will get people in line. People believe what they are told. Even if those people don't believe it when they first hear it, they "learn" to believe it after they have heard it repeated often enough and loud enough! <br />
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I've never been much of a "conspiracy theory" kind of guy but the people presenting these theories can be so persuasive in the presentation of "their facts" that I find myself thinking at the end, this is probably not plausible but I have an open mind enough to think "but what if?" I have always been willing to listen to anyone offer up a debate on any facts or position as long as it was a fairly intelligent debate. You can not have a battle of the wits with an unarmed person as the old saying goes. Good people find it hard to believe the evil that man is capable of. Good people find it even more difficult to believe that entire companies or governments can be evil. I hear so often, "not in this day and age, it's just not possible!" Really? It's been possible since the beginning of time, why is now any different? Having been born in a major city, growing up in a family of "super cops" and having spent a great deal of time in NYC, I became street smart. When you spend time in places like these, you learn all the hustles, the street games, the street thugs, the street scammers and the beggars, it is all one big hustle and just as in seeing a great magician or illusionist perform, it's all about deception and distraction. Don't pay any attention to what this hand is doing, watch this one! I firmly believe that the United States Of America has been tricked into the most expensive, most dangerous and most deadly game of three card montie ever played in history! <br />
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People are screaming guns, guns, guns, get the guns when in fact it is just a "now watch this hand not the other" ploy to hide what is really wrong. Why don't we read about adult lunatics committing these mass shootings all over the place? Why do these horrible tragedies always seem to happen in schools? Why, because that is where the children are, this is the place the kids know better than any other place with the exception of course of their own home and since we are on that subject this is where most of these other tragedies occur! Why is it that these kids are losing their minds and killing so many? Is it that cartoons are violent? I don't think so. I watched cartoon characters splatter the heads of each other and watch those heads pop right back into shape my whole life and I've not gone on a killing spree. I've watched violent movies, I've watched violent television and I've played violent video games and yet still, I've gone on know spree! As a matter of fact, hundreds of millions of people around the world have witnessed these same things yet they have not gone on killing sprees so what gives? What is out of the norm, what has changed in the past decade or two? ANTI DEPRESSANTS, MIND ALTERING, MOOD ALTERING, drugs designed to control kids thoughts and actions. <br />
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A huge supporter of the 2nd amendment was a man named John Noveske and he was also known as the manufacturer of some of the world's finest rifles. This man was no fool and he knew that his industry, his sport, his passion and more importantly, his RIGHT to keep and bear arms would once again come under attack and rather than just take it, or listen to it and worse yet, accept it, he did the research. His research revealed shocking information and that information seems to be getting absolutely no press and one has to wonder why? If this was the opposite and the evidence showed that each and every one of these kids who killed people were taking "bath salts" or had a copy of Grand Theft Auto in their pocket when they were caught, captured or killed at the scene the coverage would be non stop, yet this man's findings are virtually being ignored. So he went on to his facebook page and he posted the information that I'm going to share with you in just a moment and it would be his last post ever! Only days later he was dead, a victim of a horrible "one care accident" on a desolate "dirt road", what are the odds? Oddly enough, this death came only days after a man named
Keith Ratliff, the creator of a super-popular YouTube channel featuring videos
of exotic weapons, which I believe to be the third or fourth most popular channel on all of you tube, was also recently found dead. The crazy part was that this man, who seemed
to be at all times armed was found on the side of the road after having been
shot in the back of the head as well as having been tied to a chair or some
other object. Fire up those conspiracy theories, starting right now! <span style="color: red;">HERE IS THE VERY LAST POST MR. NOVESKE EVER MADE!</span><br />
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Eric Harris age 17 (first on Zoloft then Luvox) and Dylan
Klebold aged 18 (Columbine school shooting in Littleton, Colorado), killed 12
students and 1 teacher, and wounded 23 others, before killing themselves.
Klebold’s medical records have never been made available to the public.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jeff Weise, age 16, had been prescribed 60 mg/day of Prozac
(three times the average starting dose for adults!) when he shot his grandfather,
his grandfather’s girlfriend and many fellow students at Red Lake, Minnesota.
He then shot himself. 10 dead, 12 wounded.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Cory Baadsgaard, age 16, Wahluke (Washington state) High
School, was on Paxil (which caused him to have hallucinations) when he took a
rifle to his high school and held 23 classmates hostage. He has no memory of
the event.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Chris Fetters, age 13, killed his favorite aunt while taking
Prozac.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Christopher Pittman, age 12, murdered both his grandparents
while taking Zoloft.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mathew Miller, age 13, hung himself in his bedroom closet
after taking Zoloft for 6 days.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Kip Kinkel, age 15, (on Prozac and Ritalin) shot his parents
while they slept then went to school and opened fire killing 2 classmates and
injuring 22 shortly after beginning Prozac treatment.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Luke Woodham, age 16 (Prozac) killed his mother and then
killed two students, wounding six others.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A boy in Pocatello, ID (Zoloft) in 1998 had a Zoloft-induced
seizure that caused an armed stand off at his school.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Michael Carneal (Ritalin), age 14, opened fire on students
at a high school prayer meeting in West Paducah, Kentucky. Three teenagers were
killed, five others were wounded..<o:p></o:p></div>
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A young man in Huntsville, Alabama (Ritalin) went psychotic
chopping up his parents with an ax and also killing one sibling and almost
murdering another.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Andrew Golden, age 11, (Ritalin) and Mitchell Johnson, aged
14, (Ritalin) shot 15 people, killing four students, one teacher, and wounding
10 others.<o:p></o:p></div>
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TJ Solomon, age 15, (Ritalin) high school student in
Conyers, Georgia opened fire on and wounded six of his class mates.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Rod Mathews, age 14, (Ritalin) beat a classmate to death
with a bat.<o:p></o:p></div>
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James Wilson, age 19, (various psychiatric drugs) from
Breenwood, South Carolina, took a .22 caliber revolver into an elementary
school killing two young girls, and wounding seven other children and two
teachers.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Elizabeth Bush, age 13, (Paxil) was responsible for a school
shooting in Pennsylvania<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jason Hoffman (Effexor and Celexa) – school shooting in El
Cajon, California<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jarred Viktor, age 15, (Paxil), after five days on Paxil he
stabbed his grandmother 61 times.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Chris Shanahan, age 15 (Paxil) in Rigby, ID who out of the
blue killed a woman.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jeff Franklin (Prozac and Ritalin), Huntsville, AL, killed
his parents as they came home from work using a sledge hammer, hatchet, butcher
knife and mechanic’s file, then attacked his younger brothers and sister.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Neal Furrow (Prozac) in LA Jewish school shooting reported
to have been court-ordered to be on Prozac along with several other medications.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Kevin Rider, age 14, was withdrawing from Prozac when he
died from a gunshot wound to his head. Initially it was ruled a suicide, but
two years later, the investigation into his death was opened as a possible
homicide. The prime suspect, also age 14, had been taking Zoloft and other SSRI
antidepressants.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Alex Kim, age 13, hung himself shortly after his Lexapro
prescription had been doubled.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Diane Routhier was prescribed Welbutrin for gallstone
problems. Six days later, after suffering many adverse effects of the drug, she
shot herself.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Billy Willkomm, an accomplished wrestler and a University of
Florida student, was prescribed Prozac at the age of 17. His family found him
dead of suicide – hanging from a tall ladder at the family’s Gulf Shore
Boulevard home in July 2002.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Kara Jaye Anne Fuller-Otter, age 12, was on Paxil when she
hung herself from a hook in her closet. Kara’s parents said “…. the damn doctor
wouldn’t take her off it and I asked him to when we went in on the second
visit. I told him I thought she was having some sort of reaction to Paxil…”)<o:p></o:p></div>
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Gareth Christian, Vancouver, age 18, was on Paxil when he
committed suicide in 2002,<o:p></o:p></div>
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(Gareth’s father could not accept his son’s death and killed
himself.)<o:p></o:p></div>
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Julie Woodward, age 17, was on Zoloft when she hung herself
in her family’s detached garage.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Matthew Miller was 13 when he saw a psychiatrist because he
was having difficulty at school. The psychiatrist gave him samples of Zoloft.
Seven days later his mother found him dead, hanging by a belt from a laundry
hook in his closet.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Kurt Danysh, age 18, and on Prozac, killed his father with a
shotgun. He is now behind prison bars, and writes letters, trying to warn the
world that SSRI drugs can kill.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Woody ____, age 37, committed suicide while in his 5th week
of taking Zoloft. Shortly before his death his physician suggested doubling the
dose of the drug. He had seen his physician only for insomnia. He had never
been depressed, nor did he have any history of any mental illness symptoms.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A boy from Houston, age 10, shot and killed his father after
his Prozac dosage was increased.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Hammad Memon, age 15, shot and killed a fellow middle school
student. He had been diagnosed with ADHD and depression and was taking Zoloft
and “other drugs for the conditions.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Matti Saari, a 22-year-old culinary student, shot and killed
9 students and a teacher, and wounded another student, before killing himself.
Saari was taking an SSRI and a benzodiazapine.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Steven Kazmierczak, age 27, shot and killed five people and
wounded 21 others before killing himself in a Northern Illinois University
auditorium. According to his girlfriend, he had recently been taking Prozac,
Xanax and Ambien. Toxicology results showed that he still had trace amounts of
Xanax in his system.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Finnish gunman Pekka-Eric Auvinen, age 18, had been taking
antidepressants before he killed eight people and wounded a dozen more at
Jokela High School – then he committed suicide.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Asa Coon from Cleveland, age 14, shot and wounded four
before taking his own life. Court records show Coon was on Trazodone.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jon Romano, age 16, on medication for depression, fired a
shotgun at a teacher in his<o:p></o:p></div>
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New York high school.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Missing from list… 3 of 4 known to have taken these same
meds….<o:p></o:p></div>
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What drugs was Jared Lee Loughner on, age 21…… killed 6
people and injuring 14 others in Tuscon, Az<o:p></o:p></div>
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What drugs was James Eagan Holmes on, age 24….. killed 12
people and injuring 59 others in Aurora Colorado<o:p></o:p></div>
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What drugs was Jacob Tyler Roberts on, age 22, killed 2
injured 1, Clackamas Or<o:p></o:p></div>
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What drugs was Adam Peter Lanza on, age 20, Killed 26 and wounded
2 in Newtown Ct<o:p></o:p></div>
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drugs of some kind.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif;"><i><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px;">SO I ASK YOU NOW, DO WE NEED TO WORRY ABOUT OUR GRANDFATHER OWNING A SEMI AUTOMATIC HAND GUN OR RIFLE OR DO WE NEED TO STOP DOPING UP OUR CHILDREN? How can this information be ignored? Why won't the main stream media report on this? They have been known to build up massive stories on rumor alone and then have to </span><span style="font-size: 15.199999809265137px; line-height: 18px;">apologize for getting it totally wrong yet they say nothing about this shit. How does that not raise a flag? How does that not ignite a fire inside you enough to make you ask why?</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif;"><span style="color: red; font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px;"><i>It is time to become parents again and raise these children with dignity and respect and teach them values. It is not the school's, the village nor other kids responsibility to raise up a decent human being, it is the parents and the parents alone. Perhaps if we paid more attention to our kids instead of just giving them a pill, or in many cases, a shit ton of pills we would not be breeding a record number of killers, lunatics and potential suicide victims! If you pay attention to your kids and you still see that they are a mess or dangerous then at least someone will know rather than standing on your front lawn talking to a reporter saying "we had no idea, we never saw any sign of violence from lil Johnny"........... no you didn't see shit because you don't pay attention to them..... Modern conveniences like the computer, the internet, television, gaming and such were made to make our lives more enjoyable, to make them better, they were not designed to replace parenting, wake the fuck up people!</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif;"><span style="color: red; font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px;"><i>I found this all too much to ignore and since no one else will ever share this with you I felt like it was my duty to do just that, share it! I can't wait to see the generation of children born to mothers taking these kind of meds while pregnant breed, maybe, just maybe all those zombie movies were on to something? Well it's just some food for thought but I do believe that maybe two things in common, perhaps three can be coincidence, not this, no way!</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px;"><b>Until we see each other on the road again,</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px;"><b>Keep the wind in your face,</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px;"><b>Tits in your back and </b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px;"><b>The Man Off Your ASS!</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: 15.199999809265137px; line-height: 18px;"><b>Your Friend,</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: 15.199999809265137px; line-height: 18px;"><b>Jack Shit</b></span></span></div>
Jack Shithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11155336341439949665noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696352645937158043.post-17288661817348034602013-01-09T23:25:00.002-08:002013-01-09T23:27:15.653-08:00If you give up one right you may as well give up all of them!What is the difference? We each have rights that we deem more valuable to us than others. You may never write about the government, you may never stand on a street corner on a stage made from milk crates to voice your opinion, you may never go to a tea party event or an anti war protest but YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO, WE HAVE THE RIGHT TO and no one shall ever take them away! It makes me insane when people are willing to give up our bill of rights or surgically remove sections that just don't "matter" to them! Well who are you to give up my rights? I have many friends from every walk of life and I have readers here on this blog in more than 110 countries around the world, many who have very few rights and I want you to understand where I am coming from. I am not a gun nut, I DON'T EVEN OWN A GUN but does that give me the right to take away another's gun? No it does not, just as the gun owner doesn't have the right to give up my right to free speech. This is in fact, the only debate regarding anything in the Bill Of Rights that liberals or proud democrats are willing to just give away. I have a great many dear friends who are liberal, who are proud democrats and I have debated with them on many topics over many years and they always put forth a great argument but when it comes to the 2nd amendment, they straight up lose their minds. <br />
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I wanted to share this link with you and it was posted the last time that the govt. began the mad dash to seize the guns of American citizens and the argument holds just as true today. Also, I might add that this is published and posted on one of the most liberal / democratic sites in the world so don't just dismiss this as right wing propaganda...... please take the time to read this and you will understand that in fact this is not about the gun at all, it is about our rights, plain and simple! This is the very best argument I've heard and barely a statistic was quoted! For my friends from all over the world, understand that we are not a wild society of lawless men shooting everything upon sight or at whim as you have been led to believe. AMERICA HAS ALWAYS BEEN ABOUT FREEDOM AND THAT IS WHY SO MANY PEOPLE FROM AROUND THE WORLD HAVE GIVEN UP THEIR LIVES TRYING TO MAKE IT HERE! <br />
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<a href="http://m.dailykos.com/story/2010/07/04/881431/-Why-liberals-should-love-the-Second-Amendment">Read this right now, click on this link and understand.</a> Just in case you wanted to copy and paste it, I also added the link below, it is from the dailykos.<br />
http://m.dailykos.com/story/2010/07/04/881431/-Why-liberals-should-love-the-Second-Amendment<br />
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I hope this opens up your mind, opens up your heart and you use common sense on this one folks.<br />
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Until we see each other on the road again,<br />
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Keep the wind in your face,<br />
Tits in your back<br />
and The Man Off Your ASS!<br />
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Your friend,<br />
Jack ShitJack Shithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11155336341439949665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696352645937158043.post-58588281113840014222013-01-09T14:09:00.000-08:002013-01-09T14:09:15.259-08:00They are BACK! / The Chantix DiariesBe careful what you wish for!<br />
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Before I began taking the Chantix, I was concerned about the side effects that would come with the medicine. If you've read any of the other Chantix Diary posts, then you know what I've gone through so far. My last post was about the fact that everything has leveled out and I was more or less feeling nothing. The vivid dreams had gone away and within seconds of waking up, I could not for the life of me remember what I had even dreamed of only moments before. When I first began taking the Chantix, the dreams were so vivid that I can remember virtually every detail now, nearly two weeks later. Over the last few days had it not been for the vomiting and the stomach pain, I would swear that the package of medicine was filled with placebos. I was on the phone with George the Painter last night as he calls me each and every day to see if I've snapped yet or if I am planning on jumping off a bridge. I think he just wants to know so that he can come down and photograph it for his next book! Hey, content is content and those things are hard to fill 200 pages. Anyway, while on the phone with him, I told him that I in-fact actually missed the dreams and that I had come to enjoy them even though some of them were truly insane. The last week or so, I've been kind of moping around right before bed time. I was bummed out because I knew that the dreams were gone and I knew that it was going to be just another boring night of my usual, natural pattern of sleep for an hour, wake up for 30 minutes, sleep for an hour, wake up for 30 minutes all night long.<br />
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Well last night I must have gotten back to the pills in the package that actually have the medicine in them. Not only am I still sick to my stomach and fighting puking but THE DREAMS ARE BACK!!!! Not only are they back, but they are so vivid that as I sit here, hours later, I can remember them as if I just woke up. As I sit here and think about them, more and more detail pours in and I'm not filling in the blanks, I'm remembering as if they had only recently happened, IN REAL LIFE..... I'm debating on getting into any of the dreams now and sharing them with you fine folks. But I hesitate because telling the story, sharing the dream with you in print may not have the impact of sharing it any other way. Like I said, if I had one wish these days, I would wish that there was some sort of USB type cord that you could jam into your ear and hook that shit up to some type of memory and record these dreams. Later, I'd be able to upload the video and share with the world just how twisted it is to exist in Jack Shit's World!<br />
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Let's just say for now that if you go on Craigslist and buy an antique fire engine for $732, I know, don't ask me where this shit comes from, you can have all kinds of fun with it and you would be surprised all the things you can drive it on, through and over and you'd be even more shocked at how many of your friends can hang off the back and sides of those things! Also, while I'm sharing little bits and pieces from these dreams, let me share a little wisdom that I picked up last night; don't drive a 1988 Chevy Corsica through the mountains in the winter if the head lights are not functioning correctly and if the elk is standing in front of you, hit the fucking elk and don't cut the wheel to the left or you will drive off the cliff and roll over and over and over again down the side of the mountain while your wife bitches at you that you are such a huge fuck up! You'd be really surprised though how well you can walk after being thrown out of that vehicle as it performs its death roll down. When I got to the bottom, Diane was shouting that she was trapped and I had to go for help. I could here people down along the river so I walked towards them. When I got there, a bunch of kids were jumping in and out of the river with a bunch of adults standing on the shore, drinking beer and grilling burgers. As I approached, the guy manning the grill, beer in hand was the President of the Black Widows Motorcycle Club from the Clint Eastwood, Clyde the orangutan movies and he was pissed that I interrupted their party! We sleep with the tv on so maybe that movie was on last night while we slept, otherwise, I have no earthy clue as to why this guy was bbq'n in my dreams. <br />
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Here is the kicker to this all and just so you will understand how real and "vivid" these dreams are. Everything that I hurt in this massive rollover crash, which of course began to hurt more and more as I led the Black Widows back to the crash site, with the park ranger of course..... anyway, all of these injuries began to hurt more and more as we worked our way up to pull Diane from the car and call for help. When I woke up this morning, all the parts of me that I hurt in the "accident" hurt in real life this morning! I'm sort of surprised that I was not covered in mud, still ringing the bell on the fire truck and patting the head of that damn dalmatian that bit me every time I reached across the cab to shift!<br />
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Anyway, that's that! So the wild dreams are back and as crazy as they are and as sore as I was when I woke up this morning, I really do enjoy them. Now if I could just stop feeling sick and throwing up, I could get down to the business of quitting smoking! Oh yeah, did I mention that for some reason, some ingredient in this medicine makes turds form inside your body that are hard as a rock, look like they are made from stone boulders and are about three times the diameter of your assholes ability to stretch! This makes for some agonizing moments on the bowl and with each time that I push with all my might the vision of Elvis dying on the toilet comes to mind! So now that you know more about me then my mom does and probably more than you ever wanted to......... where do we go from here?<br />
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Until we see each other on the road again,<br />
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Keep the wind in your face,<br />
Tits in your back and<br />
The Man Off Your ASS!<br />
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Your Friend,<br />
Jack ShitJack Shithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11155336341439949665noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696352645937158043.post-64359375672966517922013-01-03T11:03:00.000-08:002013-01-03T11:03:20.294-08:00It's all leveled out / The Chantix DiariesThe Chantix Diaries<br />
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Day number: I've lost track, have no idea<br />
Night number: It's a mystery to me<br />
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So at this point I'm not really sure what to say? When I began writing the Chantix Diaries I had planned to document each day what I experienced the day and night before and I was off to a pretty good start. Well I stayed on schedule for one whole day and that's not too bad for me as I'm pretty much a screw up in general. After my second post and rave reviews from the two prior posts, the wild ride of the medicine began to wane. The dreams the first few nights were wild as hell and the detailed memories of them can only be described like if you closed your eyes and someone hit the play arrow and you watched it again like a movie. I'm not experiencing that any longer. Now I awake and find my first thoughts are of me desperately trying to remember what I dreamed of at all.<br />
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I was told by the doctor to do half the dose for a while and let it build up in my system so as not to hit me like a 2 x 4 to the side of the head. I was warned that if I were to begin the medicine the way it is prescribed, the side effects could be so rough that I, like a great many people, would immediately stop taking it and just continue to smoke. Smoking for me is not an option any longer so I followed his directions. With each dose that I took, I found myself nervous. I would swallow it and think to myself, "is this when the lunacy begins?" Now I'm up to taking the medicine as prescribed because I am not getting any benefit from it that I notice. The only thing that I am experiencing is the stomach pain and a fart here and there. I never thought that I would say this but, I miss the "SUPER FARTS" and I can't believe it. Yesterday was the first time that I started taking the medicine twice a day and hardly a fart is to be found! Diane on the other hand is extraordinarily happy about this!<br />
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So now I've leveled out on the effects of this shit and I can't believe that in a way, I'm disappointed about it. Who knows, I'm still only at half of the full dose so maybe I'm jumping the gun here and in 3 days when I start the full dose I'll be on here bitching again. I'm still nervous about what this shit will do to my mind and how it may twist it, but for the most part and with all that I've read about how it affects the mind with depression and suicidal thoughts all I can say is that I feel as if I'm having the opposite reaction to it, go figure! I do still find myself to be irritated at times rather quickly but that goes away pretty quick as well.<br />
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So this post really isn't that funny, what can I say, they can't all be side splitters but it is in the spirit of the blog, brutally honest. I was told once by a long time stand up comic that you don't always have to be funny, you just have to be interesting and informative and that is what I try to do here with Jack Shit's World. <br />
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Until we see each other on the road again;<br />
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Keep the wind in your face,<br />
Tits in your back and<br />
The Man Off Your ASS!<br />
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Your Friend,<br />
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