Bulletin Board of Bad Behavior

Amanda and I are off to Wisconsin for a wedding. This will be the third instalment of the Wisconsin series.

how was the wedding? write a stroy about it. i am off the dublin tomorrow and i will hopefull;y have something to write about... my mate i am going with is a pill head whop will shag anything female. we managed to stay out of trouble in edinburgh but who knows... i am being inspired to cause chaos by the new Vines cd.

what is this sheet? what is this bullsheet? back in wisconsin, do you finally feel like gene wilder? oh, he is and was a milwaukee great, gad bless him.

Jack I'm in Madison the next two nights with Amanda. You know anywhere we can crash? Call my cell phone 206.730.3903 and leave a message if you like.

man i love Gene Wilder, and Heather Graham was from Wisconsin as well. It will suffice to say that I will be around Cedarburg on Sunday Mc, probably scratching my head in search of something to physically do. If you get here early, post and we can play some basketball or something. If you get here later, post, and if you'd like, we can make the best out of a Sunday Cedarburg night, with oktoberfest and guiness.

I got back too late and too tired. Sorry. I'll call tomorrow. Do you play tennis? B- ball isn't bad either.

Here we are in Cedarburg. After a couple of nights of phone tag, we finally meet in Cedarburg. We meet at the high school tennis courts for a few friendly games of tennis, where McCutcheon beats Jack 6-1, 6-4, but nonetheless, they were friendly. ...That was Jack, and if you have been a follower or just like Amanda where you look occasionally you might think that Jack and I might not ever want to meet and if we did it would be a fight over Sarah’s affections. But NO!!! We played a fri3ndley game of tennis and just had a good time. we went down to a bar and had 10 Heffeveisweisen , or some German spelling, like we care. ---5 for him and 5 for me-----jack taking over, and i thought we would never meet. But here we are, in the same town we grew up in, graduated high school, and what have you. However, Matt, through his likeliness, has enlightened me over how a writer can have two bi-polar demeanors, and still be a nice guy. When writing, Matt appears at first read, to be opinionated as do I, but he is friendly in person, and has invited me over to his place for swimming and beers, and a cookout, and his hospitality has been greatly appreciated. Amanda is upstairs, lounging, and Matt and I are enjoying a couple of gin and tonics that his father mixed for us, mind you great drinks, and I need a cigarette.

When I first saw Mc, I thought I was going to piss on his head, but his comely demeanor allowed me to act friendly, and now we're listening to music, getting ready for a barbeque. ... This is McCutcheon and I haven't read this yet but what the bfuck. Lets post this shit.

So I leave Mc's house, something about grandparents. I end up biking to town. About 45 minutes into my bikeride, I look down at my pedals because my foot slips off my pedal, and next I know I look up and I'm heading for a tree. Sure enough, I hit the tree, bruise my arm, bruise my leg, but it doesn't stop me. I end up going to another party where I drink all night with good friends and my brother. At about 4:00 Am, we go swimming, and then I walk into the gas station with no shirt on, flip flops, and goggles attached to my head. The clerk tells me to leave, but I say I just need a pack of cigarettes, which she laughs about, hysterically, and I buy them. Then I go home and sleep the night away.

By the way, Amanda is every bit as beautiful as in her wallpaper pic. I'm sure she was thinking diff. of me, but what you see is what you get....and the best day i've had in years has just come to an end, as i'm now going to bed at 5:15 in the morning.

So I leave Mc's house, something about grandparents. I end up biking to town. About 45 minutes into my bikeride, I look down at my pedals because my foot slips off my pedal, and next I know I look up and I'm heading for a tree. Sure enough, I hit the tree, bruise my arm, bruise my leg, but it doesn't stop me. I end up going to another party where I drink all night with good friends and my brother. At about 4:00 Am, we go swimming, and then I walk into the gas station with no shirt on, flip flops, and goggles attached to my head. The clerk tells me to leave, but I say I just need a pack of cigarettes, which she laughs about, hysterically, and I buy them. Then I go home and sleep the night away.

By the way, Amanda is every bit as beautiful as in her wallpaper pic. I'm sure she was thinking diff. of me, but what you see is what you get....and the best day i've had in years has just come to an end, as i'm now going to bed at 5:15 in the morning.

That was a good day. Tennis, swiming in a pool, good cold beer on such a hot day, and all that. Too bad we had to leave at 4am the next day. And the flight was bad. On the small plane from Milwaukee we dipped over Chicago and Amanda started to cry. She thought that was it. So did I, I mean I can handle a little turbulence but dropped, lost pressure and we rolled! Then from Chicago to Seattle we drank Bloody Mary's the whole way and watched the in flight film The Rookie and I was moved to tears. Almost dying can do that to you. Good to finally get together Jack.

Jack, sounds like a night that’ll make you sore for a couple weeks Glad you’re still riding your bicycle.

I’ve had many madman drunken crashes recently too. Then I forgot twilight - 6am of a private lakeside graduation party for my cousin, which his parents hosted.

well, glad to hear that your small plane corrected its sudden disorientation. Tommorrow it's back to work, whatever that means.

fuck it jack, lets go bowling

JACK.....jack....do you have some a cigarettes?

it's zach and anyways they don't let you have any matches in here bob