July 31, 2005
My dad called my chick to find me. She told him to fuck off and that if he ever called her again she'd get a restraining order on him. He said to tell me my mom's in the hospital for anxiety and exhaustion. My chick said yeah, so? and hung up on his ass. God, I love her.
When I get done here I'm going straight back to the LBC to make her smile. She can't help laughing at my one-legged dance. It's a killer. I'm learning how to twirl my pimp cane like a cheerleader.
Fuck I'm so busy. I can't turn down the work. I'm up here in Bev Hills signing off on a huge porn project. What's that? You thought Porn stayed in the Valley. Tricks are for kids, dumb ass. I'm gonna need a lot of help on this one. I'll call Eddie and Dickie and throw them dogs some bones. I can't ask Goth to do any more for me.
I got a letter yesterday from the hospital people telling me to come in and finish filling out a pile of forms taller than my truck so I can get registered into a victtim of violence program and they'll pay all my medical bills and give me some walkaround cash for lost work and wages. Fuckin' A. That Carey chick sure knows how to go about it.
The Shadow knows 1:19 PM
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July 30, 2005
My chick's still pissed at me. This is getting serious now. She's tripping me. I don't understand how someone could be so nice when I'm in the hospital and even before that when things were their regular fucked up way and now all of a sudden because I do one stupid thing which is a fucking daily thing with me that's when she decides she's so pissed off she can't talk to me. What the fuck is that shit? She just keeps saying she can't be with someone as retarded as me. Fuck it. I gotta work this out. I like her too much.
That Douglas guy's a fucking dick. I should go take a shit on his Lexus.
I have to go with Goth Boy to take care of some of his shit that he let slide to keep me up and running. I was hoping to work on my monster but no can do.
I bet my chick would be happy if I took her to Paris. Or maybe not. Maybe that would piss her off, too. I don't know anymore. I don't know anything. All I know is work. Work and work and work and by the time you pull away from the screen life will be completely different.
The Shadow knows 3:21 PM
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July 29, 2005
What a fucked up day. My leg's killing me. My chick is pissed because I did something stupid and she's fed up with me. I thought I corrected myself but she's still pissed. I know she's not just pissed at me. All her shit is fucked up. That fucking lawyer is talking shit to her all the time. I saw him at the house this morning and he was such a fucking dick. He asked me if I had intentions of moving in. I told him not like he had of moving up. What a motherfucker. I think he thinks he's next in line for my chick's stupid fucking idiot suicidal waste lush of a mother. Fuck it. I got work to do.
The Shadow knows 12:36 AM
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July 27, 2005
I am finally done with the Weston shit. Done and finished. No more changes, no alterations, she's happy with it and it's done. I figured out a way to use my silkscreens without my gimpy leg getting in the way. I figured out how to drive without my gimpy leg getting in the way and without killing anyone. I figured out a way to make my chick happy. It involves a lot of kissing and apologising and acknowledging her innate superiority in almost everything. I figured out a way to ditch my parents, the king and the queen, without having to change my cell number. I figured out a way to adequately compensate Goth Boy for being me when I was on the gimp. I figured out a way to nicely tell Miss Ennui to leave me the fuck alone. I figured out a way to defend myself with the pimp cane without having to put weight on the gimp leg. I've a lot of shit out these last few days.
Now if I could just figure out how to find time to get my shit together and get my monster up and screaming again. I also need to figure out a way to break it to my chick that we are not leaving the country together for at least a year. Maybe all those bus explosions in London and Egypt will be good for something.
I have angst in pants. I have to get the fuck out of here. I'm buried in work and I just want to lay in a field of wildflowers and listen to old skool punk for three days.
The Shadow knows 3:22 AM
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July 24, 2005
Got a lot done today. Goth is my rep in New York right now. I'll have to buy him a beer when he gets back. Life is still insane. Some social work chick came by my chick's place today to talk to us about the meth whore. I guess we kind of fucked up the stink eye kid's life. So everyone got arrested and the kid came back from wherever he goes and no one was home. So he hung out and sold the rest of the product the cops didn't find to whoever came by. Then he went to the store to buy some food or whatever and they called the cops because he had so much cash on him. What a badass little fucker. Did I have my shit that together at 8 or 9? He's a king in the making. So the cops came and the social worker got a new kid. Except that all he tells her is to go fuck herself. They don't know his name and they don't know who he belongs to and the shit fucks arrested at the house all claim he belongs to somone else. Fuck it. Maybe things will work out for him. I wonder if he gets to keep the money?
So I don't the know whole deal with the fucko from Ohio but he keeps writing me love notes. This just in today -
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haha
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I read your latest blog and now I am apparently 2
people?
ok- whatever you need to tell yourself...
You're entertaining, I'll give you that-
Still drinking to your health,
bp
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Okay, enough fucking around. I have to get back to work now and I've had a lot of interruptions today because my lovely parents are trying to talk to me and I hate them and my chick is having lawyer drama and I hate her lawyer and Miss Ennui wants to be part of the big secret screenprinting project that's on permanent hold because I'm so fucking busy. Fuck it. I just have to get this work done.
The Shadow knows 10:07 PM
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July 23, 2005
I'm back. Just had to take one of those unexpected life detours. I know you're all just chomping at the bit to know what happened. I won't disappoint you. I know the crowd at the slum bar is salivating right now to hear how it all went down.
So I found out the person who fucked up my old truck is not the guy I thought. It was an ex-girlfriend. I originally thought it was a guy she's now fucking. The metal refinisher across the alley has eyes all around. The foreman let me check his tapes and basically his truck had been stalking me. I thought it was him. On the camera I saw someone jump out of his truck and fuck up my mine. The mysterious figure on camera was wearing a hoodie and just went crazy on my truck. I was inside building my robot while listening to Come In And Burn full throttle.
So I went looking for him and we got into it as you all know. I have nothing against him. I can't even tell him he's a jackoff for fucking her because I did it, too. We duked it out and then all of a sudden he goes wait a minute, I didn't fuck up your truck. And I said I don't believe you and I hit him again. Then he hit me back and he said I couldn't have done it. And I said I have proof and I hit him again. Then he just started laughing at me and I went for him again. He was laughing so hard I couldn't hit him. We figured out it had to be the ex because he was in jail the night it happened. We went back and looked at the tapes from the metal refinisher. The person on camera is way too short and skinny to be him. I didn't think she could do all that damage on her own. I thought they used a baseball bat but she used an ax and some kind of shank. She took her time. I'm surprised no one came down the alley to help her out.
So then I went looking for her. Turns out she's been fucking some other guy. This is why I dumped her. She's a crazy dirty whore. She loves the crystal and she's in the life. So I tracked her down to some fucking shithole in polyville. I knocked on the door and asked if she was there. The dirtiest meanest kid I've ever seen let me in. I asked him what his name was and he gave me the stink eye and walked off. I didn't know if I was alone in the house of meth or not so I shouted for her. She's comes dragging her sorry ass out of the bathroom squawking like a freak. Who is it? Who's there? Whadda you want? She sounded just like the chick who played Nancy. Then she saw it was me and she tried to run. I chased her ass out to the backyard. I didn't throw her down. She tripped and she was screaming bloody murder. She was so funny. All she was wearing was some guy's boxers and one of those little girl's tee shirts. She's a skinny scrag now because she's a crystal whore. Her tits are practically gone and she's got no ass left. She was so funny down on the ground like an animal making these weird noises and acting like I was gonna beat her. I wanted to kick her. I wanted to kick her right in the gut. But I don't do that . I helped her up and she started screaming don't touch me. I dragged her ass back in the house and she starts screaming at the kid call the cops he's gonna kill me. The kid took off on her. I asked her if she really wanted the cops out there. She started telling me to just go ahead and kill her. What a fucking freak. So I'm standing there in this filthy shithole and she was down on the floor crying and freaking out and she just was so fucking pathetic.
I just left her there. Fuck it. I only had to pay $500 for the insurance shit and then I sold the truck anyway. I got my new truck and she's just a pathetic whore and just fuck it. I left the place and my chick called and I told her everything. She's so sly, my chick. She didn't get nuts over any of it. She just says all casual so where is this crack house?
So the next night I was coming out of the slum bar and you all know the rest. They were friends of the meth whore. I'm not mad at my chick for calling the cops on the meth shack. She always does what she thinks is right and I have to give it up to her. She doesn't give a shit what anyone thinks. I know she didn't do it to be vindictive of the meth whore. She never even asked about her ever.
The hospital and the rehab fucking suck. I've never been in so much pain in my life. My leg was broken in two places and they had to put some pins in. I'm gonna have a beautiful scar. I don't take drugs ever so you can imagine how wonderful it was. Post op drugs were necessary but I wouldn't let them give me the good stuff. Codeine Tylenol is bad enough for me. There were no hot chicks giving me sponge baths. It was pure disgust the whole time. I have my own private doctor though and that's cool.
So I got home from my wonderful vacation and I'm so backed up with work. My buddy was helping out and that's cool because I can trust him with my clients. I have one client who has a massive site and tons of changes all the time. He's my bread and butter. Goth Boy said the whole time he was on the phone the guy still thought it was me. By the end Goth was saying shit like yeah, man say hello to the little mrs. The guy's a moron, but he's bread and butter.
A lot of shit has gone down. A lot more is set to happen anytime soon. I'm ready and waiting. But first, let me treat you all to some fun. Yeah, you know the story of the blog. So every once in awhile I get email from retards associated with that fucko. I threw them all away. I found one though that I had saved in case I ever get another from that same fucktard. Well, I finally did. It's amusing. Check it out -
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omg patty!
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what a slut... she sucked off 3 of my friends at
once- i know her and i've met you... i'm from l.a.
you little dick-having bastard...
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Happy Birthday America!
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And what better way to celebrate than by having your
leg broken.
haha
Way to go! Maybe you are smart enough to infer that
when you do things like piss on people's heads and
take over some mean spirited blog of lies about
someone you haven't even met maybe karma isn't in your
favor.
You're such a fuckwad... but thanks for the
entertainment. Get yourself hurt again... it's fun to
read about!
Fucking moron.
Drinking to your health,
bunkypunk
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Wow. I didn't know life was so serious for the guy. He must have written these on his 5th day awake. I did some checking around and the guy writes for some boxing mags and shit. I guess that's where the Sugar Sherry Robinson comes in. What a fucktard. I wonder if he dresses up as Sherry for drag shows.
Alright kids, back to work. Come on by and I'll do my one legged dance for you. I'm getting really good with the cane. Did I tell you? Goth and Miss Ennui bought me this fucking cool as shit pimp cane. I'm around. I'm out and about.
The Shadow knows 1:45 PM
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July 01, 2005
I've done my investigation. I know who fucked my truck. Tonight he's going down.
The Shadow knows 8:01 PM
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