IT'S ABOOUT TIME.

Got hurt 10 days after last post.
Desk jockey. Not much to muse about.
Back in the saddle now.
ish.

(07-06) 14:53 PDT Mastic Beach, N.Y. (AP) --

A father and son are facing almost $20,000 in fees and fines after New York authorities said they removed about 42 tons of trash from their property. Brookhaven Town officials said they took away tires, car parts, hoses and other trash — about 85,000 pounds in all — piled up on a residential lot in Mastic Beach on eastern Long Island.
The site on Daisy Drive also has a single-family home, where John W. Mallgren and his son, John R. Mallgren, live.
Authorities said the Mallgrens will have to pay $8,742 for removal of the trash, which filled 10 garbage trucks. They also face fines. The house was condemned last month.

12 BUNCHES OF FUN

BAY BRIDGE. FRONT SEAT. TRASH TRUCK. 6:30am.

QUESTION, AND THAT'S ONLY IF I CAN ASK THIS QUESTION?

It rained balls this morning. We were soaked,
or I was from hanging on the back of the truck (no mud flaps).
Hyde St. is a pain no matter what block you are on,
This route has us in the Tenderloin.
It's dodgy in these parts.
Cars and folks on altered agendas.
So in stead of getting hit by a 40 or a car I get hit with this:
"So, uhh, what porn sites do you look at?"
-My Partner

WHOLE BODY CARE(less)?

OH! FOR REAL?!

EXCUSE

Been gone so long forgot I had this,
and you...

Having issues with the size of my photos.
Too lazy to fix right now.

Stuck on nights which makes me stuck on stupid...
Ask the wife.

Soon enough,
more illiterate ramblings from the trash man.

NOT SINCE STOMP...

My brother Darryl and my other brother Darryl

After a long day at work this awaits you at the gas pump.

OT! My location as of 2:55pm. Holy ship!

SIDE-HATCHED

This gem was in the side box on the truck I used Monday.
Did not see it until I was gassing up at the end.
The thought occurred to take it home and pound it until two prominent thoughts showed them selves.

The first: I had consumed four of these while gearing up for a party at my house back when they were first introduced and how I stood the buzz for approximately one half hour before passing out 20 minutes into the party. Lesson learneded.

The second is that I am 5 weeks into a wagon ride that is to last until a black man sits in a white house.

There is a third thought, which was much more aggressive:
THIS SHIT IS NASTY!

ICE BREAKER 1-9

The conversation (read with Italian accent) starts out with:
"I only had sex with prostitute one time, I was thirteen.
She told me to hurry up, kept asking if I was finished yet.
It affected me my whole life... It was my first time. "

Awkward, awkward silence.

"I got gonorrhea too. Couldn't tell my mother so I told my sister instead..."
After digesting I suggested it was perhaps the STD and older sister with the upper hand that might have been what ailed him.

RE: CROPPED PICS ON NEW POSTS

Too tired to fix.
Don't much care anyway.
Click on the picture and it will open in it's intended size and you will have something over me because I made it so you would have to click and extra time or two.
Or is it I that will have something over you?
Been up since 12:45am and need to nap.
That is what I am all about these days.
Certainly not this blog.

BIG BABY

Thanks to the Fisher family and my job the little one now has this big ass baby starring down at her from above her crib.

Also note the size of a 17 month old child to the boot of a 34 year old man child with learning disabilities.
This shit is scientifically astonishing!

TO A T

Honestly, I give bad instructions. I am guilty of too much information therefore getting the person lost of just plain confused.
Deb here on the other hand is very succinct and to the point.


I'm not sure what this note is about (human slave? dog? cat? real doll?) but I imagine it's for some of the upper crusted folks as most people I commiserate with don't have a server cabinet let along where to find one. And If we did locate said cabinet would we lock anything in it?

BOTTOM OF THE BARREL

That is where I found these two gents upon dumping the can at City Lights book store.

Funny how the sticker is over Jack's face when the store is built upon his image (among others) and it was Neal who died first...

WHERE IS VLAD WHEN YOU NEED HIM ER, HEM?

I know people are really getting juiced off vampire shit lately but is calling the creative director at your job Dracula really necessary?

And why destroy anything? We are just getting ready to fix shit.

Speaking of which:
On this same night I am working downtown at about 1:30am steadily working our down both sides of Sansome (often called Samson by some of the larger block heads, don't get me started on the pronunciation of Greenwhich) making a shit ton of noise and progress at the same time when we pull up to our last stop before California to service the 9 cans on the corner the gentleman in his BMW decides he is done posting an ad on Craigslist on his iphone and wants to leave, this is after we park the truck and touching cans mind you. I wave on Mr. Suddenly-in-a-pinch-to-bounce and he, still looking at his phone while pulling away almost hits my partner, to which my partner states:
"Probably an Obama voter..."
"Why is that?" I should mention that this is the same night of the 30 minute paid advertisement, a week before the election.
"Because he can't see what's going on!"
I let it go at that, I was already tired.

We worked together after the election and I chose to not rub it in his face, besides his full time partner who he enjoys the company of very much sports an Obama/Biden bumper sticker.
I figured that was punishment enough.
And he is a smoker..