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| Who's Pastor? | My likes, dislikes & interests..... | ||||||||||||||||||
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I'm a 44 yr old South Florida Biker, 6'0" 220lbs. Long red braided hair, long beard, Heavily tattooed, sleeved, Backpiece, Both sides of the ribs, with multiple piercings. (I believe 13 at last count) I've been out of circulation for a short while now, & I'm presently re-surfacing. I spent a miserable 5 years without riding due to some legal problems. I'm now all legal & everthing is fine & 100% now., with the exception of some back injuries. That's ok though, I'm sure that all will work out fine after I go through some back surgery...(scheduled for the middle of March)So, after all this is said & done, I'm off to make up for some lost time riding. I was married once, been divorced for a while now. No special lady in my life now, not actively looking, (but open-minded & have a vacant p-pad if the right lady were to come along.) I ride an 89 Heritage Classic Harley that I call "Baby" I completely redid her after owning her for 10 years now... (There's a link on the front page of this site with pics of her & I in there :-) I don't ride as far & hard as I once did, a cager hit me head on at 60mph... Ouch! No snivilin' here, I can walk, talk, think & chew gum at the same time & do most anything but stand up or sit down for long periods of time. I got long term damage which screwed up alotta my plans, but I'll work through it someway & survive like any self righteous Biker would! I'm still green when it comes to computers, but as a friend of mine once said, I'm not the sharpest pencil in the box but perhaps one of the most persistant. Building websites for me is the fun part of being on-line... I'm just like a little boy after I build one... I tend to go there & just look at it & smile alot. I guess for me, it's a sense of accomplishment, I've been online for about a year & a half, prior to that I didn't know a mouse from a monitor. This whole internet experience is majorly foreign to me & I really don't know squat about it, but it facinates me much like a little kid on Christmas morning. Directly after back surgey I'm gettin' it together & going back to school, tech school, to learn high end multi-media web design. It seems to be something I'd enjoy doing & God willing & the creek don't rise, my back will be able to handle sittin in a chair long enuff to get some cool things accomplished :-) |
I like most music, but Alternative is my favorite. I'm not partial to Rap or Dance music, "Soft Rock", Country, Muzak, Gregorian Chants, Polkas, & whatever the hell you'd call monstrosities like Kenny G., & Zamphir playin that God damn pan flute! I like watching movies alot & some of my favorites are Harold & Maude, Wild at Heart, Crash, Resevoir Dogs, Killing Zoe, Love & a .45, From Dusk Till Dawn, Desperado, Pulp Fiction, Jackie Brown, Fargo, Four Rooms, anything by Ed Wood & in perticular, cult movies & cult directors. I love The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, The Night of the Living Dead, Dawn of the Dead, anything that Tom Savini has something to do with, and most well done Horror films in general, but not low quailty slasher flicks. Hmm, I love cookies & Ben & Jerry's :-), Red meat that's close to being raw, I don't eat fish, I like some sports like Surfin, Drag Bike racing, & the UFC, the Ultimate Fighting Championship, a no holes bared competition. Hmmm... I enjoy good food (especially BBQ's), good friends, parties, & pretty Ladies. I like camping but after this crap with my back, it's limited me in some of my endevors... I'm told I'm a Great Cook, BUT OUT OF EVERYTHING I LIKE... My Harley always comes first! Ladies who get jealous of the relationship between a Biker & his true love, his scoot, are duely warned, we're only available as a package deal! | ||||||||||||||||||
| It Happened One Night.... | |||||||||||||||||||
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The Gas Station by Pastor The strangest situation Ive been in, or for that fact, anybody has ever been in, occurred one lost summer evening in August somewhere around 1972. It very hot and I was working in a gas station pulling double shifts. What happened during the "Graveyard Shift" at 4am still gives me goose bumps to this very day! Everything was all too normal prior to this night, I had the normal party crowd come in for gas around 10pm, an array of high school misfits around Midnight, and belligerent drunks at 2am. For the most part this was the norm. I would spend time killing off brain cells. Around 3am. I'd fire one up and do the high wire act, Crank. ...well at least that's what they called it. Personally I'd swear it was tainted Drano, however it did keep me awake and the shakes that would shortly follow could be kept at bay with some cheap wine, Chateau Apple Dapple, Strawberry fields, Gallo ...you name it as long as it did the job & was cheap. The wine, if want to call it that, tasted like paint thinner, but it was convenient because it was sold at... you guessed it, the Gas Station. Around 4am I was sitting in front of the office on a lawn chair bored to death and dreaming of, well, all kinds of weird crap! You name it, I'd daydream that a car full of college girls would stop in & take turns bringing one step closer to death by exhaustion, or a Dealer who runs out of gas in front of the station and has to pay me from his personal stash. It was day dreaming, but it occurred at night. Anyway, while I was dreaming the night away, a car pulled in for gas. Unfortunately it wasn't a car full of college girls, or a Dealer who was going to part with a healthy portion of his stash. It was one of those Chrysler Corinthian leather jobs. The Chrysler Cordoba had 2 men inside, one was around 50, maybe 55, accompanied by his son who was around my age. This was a small town where everybody knows who you are and what you do and even when you do it. In my small town friendly manner I walked up to the car and said "Hi, how are you folks doing tonight?" Both men seemed to have a sullen attitude, however, they did mumble a response. I proceeded to fill up their gas tank while I washed their windows. I was just about to check the oil and water when the older man began to get nervous. This wasn't too strange because folks were afraid of getting ripped off by an unfamiliar service station. When I began to pop the hood of the car the two men yelled. The older man quickly got out of the car followed by his son. He seemed very upset and son was even more disturbed. I was very squeamish and the feeling became worse as the two rapidly approached me. Before I could utter a word of apology the older man tackled me down to the ground and his son began to hit and kick me in the ribs, meanwhile the older man broke into the cash register and robbed the station blind. All the while the younger man kept on beating the living snot out of me and began to bash my skull with a tire iron! I tried to fight them off but I was hurt much too bad, I struggled anyway. Just as I though they were going to jump in the car and speed off a late night regular customer pulled in and saw what was going on and jumped in to help me but the younger man pulled out the biggest hand cannon Ive ever seen and shot the customer... right in the forehead! While this is going on the younger man breaks into the regester & the older man hit me in the head so hard I started to pass out... Then he grabed my leg & frantically starts pulling it ...Just like I'm pulling yours right now!!! I'm sorry but that story was too good not to pass on. I must tell you ladies something... When I get going, I'm like Scheherazade is with stories. (Scheherazade is from the fable "A tale of 1001 Arabian nights". Try me, you see! | |||||||||||||||||||
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