Bulletin Board of Bad Behavior

"...and their memory's like a train. You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away. And the things you can't remember, tell the things you can't forget, that history puts a saint in every dream..."
-u know that one

So this morning my sleep was corrupted by things long since passed. And each snooze set off another chapter in a bitter tragedy. Maybe it's because after five years; I'm returning home. Maybe it was some call from the trancendental above. Either way I decided to do some looking around.

"On the way home we stopped into a townie bar (think of the film Beautiful Girls) not far from my parents farmhouse. I first ran into Ryan, who had posted that the next time he saw me he would kill mo dead or something. So I went over and kicked him in the ass. He turned around and put up his dukes but it was a playful gesture and I put up my fists as well. Then we hugged and said Merry Christmas and it was a bit awkward. So I went back to Rosie. Then about a half hour later I went to their table and asked Ryan's wife Marcie if I could buy them a pitcher. She said yes, so I did. When I brought the pitcher to their table she snatched it away from me and didn't even say thanks or give a cheers. She is still a rude bitch.

Later Zac, Rosie, an old friend Jonathan were at the bar doing shots. I leaned over Rosie and pitched Ryan's ass as a joke because all the trouble in San Francisco stated when a day or so after we hung out Marcie accused me of flirting with her. I thought I'd rather flirt with Ryan, he is cuter anyway. Ryan turned around and I blamed it on Rosie who just laughed. We bought shots, and I gave tequila to Ryan, as he was about to drink it Marcie rushed over and poured the shot out.

“You leave him alone Matt, he is MY husband! Go back to your friends.� the angry Marcie shouted.

I'm not a young married couple, thank god, but I don't understand this. I'm not some bimbo trying to break up their marriage. She acted like I was a floozie going after her man. Last time I checked a guy can buy an old friend a drink. So I did go back to Zac and Rosie and we had a good time.

Also Jack Chiefton was in the bar but he never came up and said hello."--posted 12-26-2001 01:59 PM

I was going to kill you dead! No I wasn't. I'm a big pussy. But I think it started long ago. Long before SanFrancisco...something about a dumb girl and a sub shop...which wouldn't have been anything in SF had you not called my lady by the name. But things blow up and I wouldn't blame my wife...i'm a rude bitch too.


"My friend Ryan got married at the age of 18 and we lost our friendship over it. I was against it you see and his wife was for it, and she didn't like it when I voiced my opinion. She even went so far as to say i made a pass at her once in San Fran. sounds like an untrue stary but ask Jack Chiefton. he knows all about it, even more than me I think." --posted 09-22-2002 09:52 AM

so i've been married for 3 years now (married at 20) and I'll say it's a wonderful thing but maybe not for everyone. and as for the pass, i remember a drunken mess. And with truth always being ever elusive (too many angles), truth in a drunken mess does not exist.

This whole post is like icing a cake, being careful not to get it too thick.

So I looked over the BB, but sadly all the posts I remember are gone (forever?) nuthin' but the bitching left for my part.

Hey Andrea is having a baby...

I musta come along way to late to understand a word of this.

myke

"When I brought the pitcher to their table she snatched it away from me and didn't even say thanks or give a cheers." wheres the human decency!

WOW Ryan! How the hell are ya?! Kelley lives in Miami now, we get together once a year to eat snow cones and fuck each other raw, she's helping me with my prostate, you see. Sloth always wonders where you went. Give Marcie a big old kiss for me.

I'm as good as never. I'm moving to Wisconsin in a couple days with plans to shoot a movie next summer. Los Angeles is a bad place to make films. It's a good place to become a stripper though. However Vancouver is a good place to make films AND become a stripper. Wisconsin is a good place to drink beer.

Okay Burnt, I'll call you Burnt from now on, if those posts are gone forever how did you get them? What city you moving to?

i don't care what you call me, cunt if you want. Not those posts. I'm talking about post from waaaay back. like kate the great way back. back when i actually wrote things. I'm moving to the Eastside of Milwaukee. I think its the funkiest area in Wisconsin if such a thing exists. Madison is cool, a good place to visit and raise hell with Jack, but I tried living there and it didn't work. I'd ask what's new with you but there seems to be a wealth of that information on this site. Where's the sloth these days?

East side of Milwaukee is cool. Or you could move to NYC and become famous as a Wisconsin transplant like James Chance, Jim Kniepfl and Annie Hall.

don't quite follow all of the above reminds me of a drunk trying to recall the plot of a movie he half slept through.

just want to remind the congregation that book group starts soon.

Fuck yeah!!! Tommy's back with the book group!
Hurry up though, school starts again at the end of September and I've got make my way through Raymond Chandler's The Big Sleep before then...

welcome back tommy but i wanna know where h. is... i dont miss rosie though.

h. is asleep on my couch.

thats funny.

Hey Burnt I am back in the Northwest corner of The Land that God Forgot.

Would LOVE to see you and Marcie again. Gove her a kiss for me. My cell is 206-349-1514. Maybe this Christmas when the mcnugget and the panda and the fish and the sloth all road trip to the frozen tundra in our new Beetle.

and what a fine couch it was to sleep on. Fixed your toilet again too. The chain comes loose from the top now.