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A Beer With Richie

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A Beer With Richie

 "Sometimes, Richie, I just feel like I've lost myself." He pulled the beer from his lips and turned to me. "What are you talking about, now?" I grabbed the last bottle of beer from the six pack I brought along. Some sweet lemon beer thing I grabbed cheap off the shelf. I wasn't much of a loud bar guy so when Richie suggested we go outside and relax a bit I naturally preferred the woods with the old stone fire pits some random stoners had long since abandoned. It had a perfect view from on top of the hill of the river and the marina outside of downtown. Certainly not a huge dock, maybe two dozen vessels at best, but for some generally unk

Behind the Bar

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Behind the Bar

I could feel my stomach turning with the tremulous whirling of emotions. My neck wass sore from trying to work it all out in my head. I just sat there behind the bar trying to bleed the distractions from my imagination. The sickening sight of my memories pervaded my brain. I never said I was worthy of the intentions I had. I never said I was worth the effort. But I suppose we all delude ourselves into think at times that we are worth more than we really are. No one wants to inherit a wreck for hopes of fixing them and no one wants to live in the filth of the other's fucked up psyche. No one deserves that for themselves. That's why I kept awa

Eagle Shot

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Eagle Shot

I had a hassle sighting in the revolver. Adjustable sights always annoyed me. I couldn't see why a manufacturer couldn't just sight in a firearm and people leave it at that. Maybe it was a better idea to stop buying used firearms. It was, however, a Ruger Security Six revolver. It was a little piece of history and, while never earning the company much of a profit if any, it was a rugged beast of a gun that was a straight shooter. My front sight was bent but I adjusted for it. I could still hit a quarter at combat distance. Then again, I used the term "combat distance" so I didn't have to explain that I kept my handgun range at about thirty t

If You Had Asked Me

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If You Had Asked Me

It's been years since I've been here On the top of this hill overlooking the town. I never really guessed that I'd leave this town. If you had asked me back then I'd have called you crazy. But we moved, when I was young, Weekend visits and family outings are all I had left of it. The place certainly changed, but not in the ways that mattered. Still the same roads, albeit some smoother. I'm sure my car thanks it for the service. I'd never guessed that the pothole driving up this road would ever be filled. You're the same as ever, though. Some people never change. Granted, it's not like you could even if you wanted to. We'd have l

...The fuck you doin'?

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...The fuck you doin'?

People aren't intelligent. Anyone who thinks that the masses are full of intelligent human beings simply hasn't gone outside and opened their eyes. It confounds me when people come up to me with rose-tinted glasses over their eyes telling me that I should be nicer and not so critical of "the little things." The little things. These are the things I SHOULD get upset and critical about. I should be critical BECAUSE they are little and should, thusly, be so very EASY to avoid! Back when I had patience and a tolerance for ignorance I used to say, "Perhaps I just expect too much from people." But how little can you really expect? Shouldn't some s

Friend

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Friend

I'm not sure if it's depressing or just pathetic. Not me, I mean. Certainly not me. I'm long past depressed. I'm not even sad about it all anymore. After more than two decades in this garbage heap or air and filth I'm long passed feeling sorry for myself or being so blue and down in the damned dumps about it all. I'm not even mad. Well, maybe I'm pretty mad now. Yeah, I might just be mad. Because it's a pretty bleak and disappointing day when I can honestly say that not one of you ever really mattered. Oh, I'm sorry, is that not something you expected to hear? Are you just a tad confused? Surely he couldn't be talking about me, you must be t

Let This Be

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Let This Be

It was a beautiful night. Well, by my standards it was quite a beautiful night. The sky was cloudy and gloomy, at least in everyone else's eyes. There was a light mist, a fog you could only feel in this cool night air. It was pristine. The clouds made it so easy to see compared to normal. The light from the city all around the park lit the clouds and it all reflected back down to Earth to illuminate better than any full moon could. It was so soft and mellow an air. I couldn't help wanting to take it all in staring up from the park bench. My head was left limp and rolled back to stare straight up into the clouds. It was so smoky. Almost apoca

Shallow Breaths

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Shallow Breaths

My teapot isn't nearly full enough anymore. The tea is barely warm anymore. A shame, really. It was one of my favorite blends. A nice Earl Grey with some red bush rooibos tea mixed in. It was a wondrous little mix I had, at least for my tastes. Bold with an edge of spice to it. For sure another new recipe worth remembering. It cleared my sinuses at least, if nothing else. My cough was bringing the familiar taste I hated. Blood usually enticed me quite a bit. It usually lifted my spirits in a weird way. I suppose I was never that normal. I can't help chuckling at the thought that perhaps I was just as much the monster as me ex-girlfriends sai
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Behind the Bar

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Behind the Bar

I could feel my stomach turning with the tremulous whirling of emotions. My neck wass sore from trying to work it all out in my head. I just sat there behind the bar trying to bleed the distractions from my imagination. The sickening sight of my memories pervaded my brain. I never said I was worthy of the intentions I had. I never said I was worth the effort. But I suppose we all delude ourselves into think at times that we are worth more than we really are. No one wants to inherit a wreck for hopes of fixing them and no one wants to live in the filth of the other's fucked up psyche. No one deserves that for themselves. That's why I kept awa

Eagle Shot

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Eagle Shot

I had a hassle sighting in the revolver. Adjustable sights always annoyed me. I couldn't see why a manufacturer couldn't just sight in a firearm and people leave it at that. Maybe it was a better idea to stop buying used firearms. It was, however, a Ruger Security Six revolver. It was a little piece of history and, while never earning the company much of a profit if any, it was a rugged beast of a gun that was a straight shooter. My front sight was bent but I adjusted for it. I could still hit a quarter at combat distance. Then again, I used the term "combat distance" so I didn't have to explain that I kept my handgun range at about thirty t

If You Had Asked Me

I

If You Had Asked Me

It's been years since I've been here On the top of this hill overlooking the town. I never really guessed that I'd leave this town. If you had asked me back then I'd have called you crazy. But we moved, when I was young, Weekend visits and family outings are all I had left of it. The place certainly changed, but not in the ways that mattered. Still the same roads, albeit some smoother. I'm sure my car thanks it for the service. I'd never guessed that the pothole driving up this road would ever be filled. You're the same as ever, though. Some people never change. Granted, it's not like you could even if you wanted to. We'd have l

...The fuck you doin'?

T

...The fuck you doin'?

People aren't intelligent. Anyone who thinks that the masses are full of intelligent human beings simply hasn't gone outside and opened their eyes. It confounds me when people come up to me with rose-tinted glasses over their eyes telling me that I should be nicer and not so critical of "the little things." The little things. These are the things I SHOULD get upset and critical about. I should be critical BECAUSE they are little and should, thusly, be so very EASY to avoid! Back when I had patience and a tolerance for ignorance I used to say, "Perhaps I just expect too much from people." But how little can you really expect? Shouldn't some s

Friend

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Friend

I'm not sure if it's depressing or just pathetic. Not me, I mean. Certainly not me. I'm long past depressed. I'm not even sad about it all anymore. After more than two decades in this garbage heap or air and filth I'm long passed feeling sorry for myself or being so blue and down in the damned dumps about it all. I'm not even mad. Well, maybe I'm pretty mad now. Yeah, I might just be mad. Because it's a pretty bleak and disappointing day when I can honestly say that not one of you ever really mattered. Oh, I'm sorry, is that not something you expected to hear? Are you just a tad confused? Surely he couldn't be talking about me, you must be t

Let This Be

L

Let This Be

It was a beautiful night. Well, by my standards it was quite a beautiful night. The sky was cloudy and gloomy, at least in everyone else's eyes. There was a light mist, a fog you could only feel in this cool night air. It was pristine. The clouds made it so easy to see compared to normal. The light from the city all around the park lit the clouds and it all reflected back down to Earth to illuminate better than any full moon could. It was so soft and mellow an air. I couldn't help wanting to take it all in staring up from the park bench. My head was left limp and rolled back to stare straight up into the clouds. It was so smoky. Almost apoca

Shallow Breaths

S

Shallow Breaths

My teapot isn't nearly full enough anymore. The tea is barely warm anymore. A shame, really. It was one of my favorite blends. A nice Earl Grey with some red bush rooibos tea mixed in. It was a wondrous little mix I had, at least for my tastes. Bold with an edge of spice to it. For sure another new recipe worth remembering. It cleared my sinuses at least, if nothing else. My cough was bringing the familiar taste I hated. Blood usually enticed me quite a bit. It usually lifted my spirits in a weird way. I suppose I was never that normal. I can't help chuckling at the thought that perhaps I was just as much the monster as me ex-girlfriends sai
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A writer, an artist and an intellectual all came together and had a threesome in my brain. The resulting miasma formed most of what makes me me. Nothing special to most but simply surreal to those who scratch the surface. Ain't life funny like that?

Current Residence: Norwich, CT
Favourite genre of music: Probably Indie
Favourite style of art: Literature
Operating System: W7
MP3 player of choice: Iphone 3g

Favourite Visual Artist
Fred Gallahger has always been an inspiration
Favourite Movies
Always and Pretty Woman
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
"Rise Against" Jaco Pastorious and "Say Anything" for now perhaps
Favourite Games
Left 4 Dead series but SCO lives on
Favourite Gaming Platform
Xbox 360 for now
Tools of the Trade
My mind
Other Interests
writing, bass, anime and manga, gaming, weapons, tea and who knows what else.

New work

New work

I recently wrote two pieces that are currently still sitting on my tablet. I'd post them but I'm lazy and stuck at work. Maybe I'll post them tonight. It's strange being back on DA. I come back every few days when I power on my computer and see my homepage open up to DA and at least 100+ messages from people I probably don't even pay attention to anymore. I've been so distracted by life and bills and new jobs. I've probably been through four since I last posted but at least I have a full time one now that's indoors. Manual labor won't be a choice forever and as much as I love bartending I couldn't rely on it. Maybe in the future I can open m

New Ideas

New Ideas

A buddy of mine had this great idea not too long ago. He knows I always wanted to open up my own cafe but have no means by which to acquire the capitol to fund such an endeavor. "Well, what about an online shop?" he proposed. I couldn't really say it was a bad idea. I know tea better than most and he knows coffee better than most. Between us we have the product knowledge to work with easily. I've been talking with a friend of mine who has been dehydrating food and knows his way around a tea kettle. With him finding me cheap bulk tea and dehydrated ingredients I can't really see why I couldn't come up with a few decent teas. If I could start

Developments

Developments

So, I guess it's fairly safe to say I'm in a relationship now. (Shut up, Gir, I know you're grinning with your trollface.jpg on, bitch! XP) And while this wasn't entirely impossible it was fairly unexpected. It has been quite some time after all and things were rather grim since our last transpirings. But it is how it is and things are how they are. I don't honestly intend to remove or alter any pieces. Evey piece is a work of complete and utter fiction using my real life as inspiration for complete and utter bullshit. The feelings and emotions are more of less completely fake aside from one which, in all brutal honesty, was intended to be a

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ZeroJigokuProfessional Digital Artist
Thank you for the fav <3
thanks for something worth favoriting
Good lord, what a thank you...o.o You're welcome
it wasn´t much right? I´m not good at expressing myself, however I do thank you for taking your time to see my gallery and liking some of my stuff, your bass is beautiful :3 From one bass player to another thanks!
haha yeah. From one bassist to another, you're welcome.
Thanks for the fave!