Aint life grand?

That dude John Denver said it best, some days are diamonds some days are coal. Maybe he was bipolar. Maybe I am. ( wheres my check?) Anyway this is a great day. hope eveybody else has a geat day to. WOO HOO! Hankster

what the hey goes on 'round here?

So every thing seems to be going well,huh? Speak fo yoself whiteboy. Atleast the weather is gettin' better. There are far to many crazy people in the world. Myself probably included. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The pretty little red haired girl asked me the movies, so hope is not lost for our friendship. Chris Hutchins is back, so is Naimon.and Rachel and Heffe. I missed thier show tho the other night, I was unavoidably detained. Have ya'll noticed how bad the law is comin' down on every body? this is really startin' to suck. And theres one ol' cop thinks its his missoin just to chase me around. My friends Pete and Chris said next time coppers mess with me over at thier house they'll grab the camera and FILM. (that will show those dirty 'ol cops)
This aint gonna take to long 'cause once again it took me 'bout an hour to get on this computer. Have I told ya about this English chick? Probably wont either. So long .GOD bless you Hank

Wish you were here

My friend chain smokes. Which is good for me. I would love to chain smoke, however, Icant afford it. He also isn an exellent scateboarder,which is good for me also.
y verbage needs work. Sorry. I am of the old school, I've learned my lesson's the hard way. I miss my friend. tHE BEATIFULL Little red haired girl. She's angry with me. No doubt, she has cause. Why do I fuck up so. I guessI'll never learn. However, of all the people I wouldent want to offend, she is that person. I love her. Simply , plain as that. She is my friend. Now i've gone and done it. 'Course I'me an old hand at fuckin' up. Yeah, I'll 'fess. But that doesnt mean I dont need companionship. Imagine if will a beautiful lady come to you and say" Oh' HAnk, I love you ". Boy's I'll tell ya, makes my heart go pitter pat. She's just a kid, but ya know,she's the kind of lady I will want to know forever. And I promise ya, she is just my friend. Anyway, I'll see ya', what about those cowboy's? And always remember, if no one has told you today that they love you, I do. hankster out.

Just lost it again

I'm getting really, really sick of typing forever and then touching the wrong button or something and losing everything i've written. Man I just wrote for over a half hour, touched the wrong whatever and lost it all. I did that last night too. But that was because I could'nt find the publish thingie. Now I'm almost out of time. An hour at a time here at the library. But I'm gonna post this one, by god. I have lots 'n lots to talk about and these little demons who live in the computers or live in my fingers can kiss my nsmall, skinny whiteboy ass. I mean it. Time to go now, anoyher wasted hour. Speaking of wasted..... hmm BE safe ya'll, I mean it. Hankster

How hard can it get?

Ya'll know what? This S##t sucks. The tomato plants that my friend and I planted were removed. That's food, dude. Each plant had at least eight tomato's on it. They were green, but ya know thats only temporary. Well, I had it out with the house lady at the sorority house where we had them growing. Some times I am appalled at folks' behaviour. We spent a lot of money and time on those, I figured I would give a lot of those fine red fruits away to my people. Oh well. This must be bitch day, I apologize for this rant. I miss my friend "B", I truely, dearly hope I have not run her away. I miss her so.I realize that sometimes I say the wrong things, hell, I would'nt be Hank iff I didnt. Sometimes, tho' I wonder iff I go to far. The rain ruined all my stuff. I wuz sleeping in yhe rain. On occasion I just feel like shouting FUCK YOU!!!!!!!! Please just let me sleep for awhile. I'me so tired. I mean it to. I'me so tired I cant hardly pay attention. Now I'me worried about my health. Luvs and kisses,Hankster

keepin it warm

so just for a moment lets consider who we are. How we treat each other. The music is coursing thru me like an eleccctrical current. I love you. Bye, Hank

imagine that, The machine actually let me on

I did the elusive blog dance with Amy last week. She's cool,back in Portland now. This is a strange week indeed for the Hankster. My friend Sam I Am, dad went out of town for awhile, Sam gives me his housekey! Coolas yule. Man oh man, I crawl off into that ac, well its kind of indescribable. Anyway, Portland must be the promised land. Hell, seems to me everybody is moving there. Not everybody,but a few of my friends. Chris Anderson, Diane in a month, and Jade too, before summer is over. I've been there, it aint no great shakes, aint no Austin leastways. Saw Bekka the other night, she was off to Waco in her daddy's Mustang. The top was down of course. Now we're in the dog days. Have ya noticed anything? Folks on the street are getting angry. Tis the heat naturally. What i've come to believe though, is its unnaturall to hang out in the heat all day long and all night also. The alcohol turns the mind to a quivering mass of rage. The unfunny thing is, nobody knows why they're "irritable. There are some good points about the heat tho, the females of the species seem a bit more amorous. But who knows? Certainly not me. I guess i am still roadying for Sam.I wonder how they're gonna like that when we play The Arachnid Web? Oh well,get over it. Well, I perceive that time here is fleeting. See ya'll in the funny pages. Somebody loves ya.