I'm Pretending to Read

In my very hands, I am reading, "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu. It is the easiest book I ever read since the Children's Bible. But in all fairness to the Children's Bible, it also had the book of Job and Revelations.

I am now in my Habitat.

Here is me playing bass guitar in exactly and no more than three poses. 'Cause that's all the pictures my friend Jason took.

Charise. Reese

I am 6'2 and weigh 175 - 185 pounds. I am 32 and am very nitpicky about who I am with and am not with.

That is all. I need you to find me. The outside world scares me and it doesn't seem to scare you.

So, there! ha ha ha hah a ha.

I am also hilarious if you have not read this blog and not find me funny then you are not funny and that's fine with me. Easy pickings when the dry humor rolls along.


Ta ta!

Damsel in distress!!!

I'm all alone. There is no one but my mom and dad who even take a look at me. For Christmas, it was only me and my parents. my brother and sister and nephew and niece did not show up because I use hard drugs.

Seriously, they have no respect for me and it hurt like hell. Now, I need my knight *(reeses pieces) to come and rescue me from my plight and get here to where I live and asses me.

I have a great place to live at. It has art work everywhere., Transformers everywhere,. Plants, hyanginig, Cacti,

Forgive the speloiing mistakes, I am nervous as jhell. Please contact and confirm destination time with me. I need someone to hold me and tell me that I don't have to be alone anymore.

Did I mention that I am also drop dead gorgeous. I stunned the hell out of the people at 7-11 at 6:30 in the morning. I am also a believer in Christianity, Muslim-Islam and the Jewish faith and always in the way of the Buddhist.

Crystal Meth Abusers are Stupid

Hello, and welcome to an ongoing series that I should have started right after my, "Meth is Alright," post.

I'm an addict. Meaning I'm addicted to CMA. (I will use this as the acronym for Crystal Methamphetamine as Crystal Methamphetamine is a pain in the arse to type out loud) (oh, did I just write, "... type out-loud?")

The abuser doesn't do the basics of humanity any justice. Like: combing or brushing his or her hair. Taking a shower. Brushing their teeth. Including flossing and at least, the very least, mouthwash.

Force yourself to eat something besides sugar packets. Like a piece of pizza. Cold is a good temperature for food to be ingested at the CMA level. Breakfast Burritos at McDonald's have a good texture and for your temperature of food needs, it operates at a both 'hot n' cold' setting.

So, with basic hygiene, we solve a lot of problems that CMA causes. Like: greasy hair, pimples where there were no pimples before, and maybe you could stop picking at your face and just wash it for once. Go take a shower. A cold one. A warm one. A hot one, especially. That will get rid of all the snakes underneath the skin for you.

If you have trouble eating while on CMA, I can empathize with that. It is very difficult to eat anything.

But!!!

Your body needs food. And not eating for three days will rob you of essentials you go through out your day as a 'normal' functional member of society. If not eating, then try protein shakes. Slim Fast works, too. I have used that and it definitely is a meal replacement. Though, I try not to live solely on liquid meals. Tends to soften one's stool a little too much. Ahem...

Also, drink plenty of water and especially real fruit juice. I recommend buying frozen cans of juice because they are often under a dollar a can and can provide many glasses of real sugar (glucose) to your immune system that needs to fight off those open sores you keep picking at.

Mix it up. I buy six cans of all different flavoured juices, with one double, usually Cranberry because I hate it because it tastes the worse but I think it helps the most. You would be surprised how long a frozen container of Orange juice lasts. What I do, is not mix it a big container. I let the frozen can sit in the fridge, then take the top off, pour enough to make a glass full of juice; in a glass; and then add water.

A little juice goes a long way into giving you those Gatorade electrolytes that you need so badly when you've been up all night, writing blog posts like this one. Ahem.

Like I said, I'm an addict. I don't like being addicted to CMA. It is not anybody's idea of a fun time. But... But, I am learning control of it. I have learned that three weeks without it is not the end of the world but the beginning of one where I don't have to give in to my cravings for it.

I am stronger than my drug of choice. I am learning to live without it and it's a struggle. So, please, friends and family, know that I am trying and that I have greatly reduced my allotted money for CMA by less than half.

That's right! From $780.00 a month to $320.00. I think I'm on the road to wellness.

Peace and God Be With You. Whatever that something that keeps you going; well, I call it god. It's simple, short, and with the lower case 'g'; easily palatable.

Hello, Jamie Stephens.

Hi. My name is Ron Kroeker. I live in Abbotsford, British Columbia, Canada. Now... that's in the Southwest of Canada. Right along the border to the big, bad, United States of American Bullshit.

I fucking hate living so near my declared enemy for life. Cause it is as the good man, James Hetfield of Metallic says: The U.S. of A for asshole; : "Hunt you down without Mercy, Hunt You Down All Night Mare LOng. "

'Cause that's what those motherfuckers in that motherfucking country do. They fuck with other people, in other countrys', mothers. By...

Killing their sons. By killing their son's wife, by "killing anything that moves, on anything that flies..." That's an actual quote by an American President by the name of Richard Nixon.

now, let's slow down, Jamie...

Please Read! carefully,

Go back and start from the beginning...





Good. Now think about what a good writer I am. You helped me out and your my friend and I don't even know you. Now, I think I recognize good qualities and good traits when I was a young man but a Man none the less you be.

I have to trust my instincts here and stop typing and explain what I would like to do for You.

My friend, if you embark on this journey with me...

You are now...


OFFICIALLY, a MEMBER of "THE" Best band in the world.

I don't care if I ever play my Bass Guitar again with any other musicians. I simply don't give a shit if there is a better guitarist than you.

Now, know this. I am deadly serious about my ability as a bass player. I am now currently playing on my Computer, Death Magnetic.

I am playing it over and over and over again until it locks in. And man...

It Is LOCKED!

So, the name of our band is "The Landed Gentry". I will brook no argument about the band name or any band decisons I make. Because this is MY BAnd that I'm telling you that you are automatically a part of based on the way you talk, the way you write and especially the way you talk about music.

What I do like is the confidence in your ability to be able to play, "The Day That Never Comes" Even an attempt at that heavy music that we both enjoy and I'm sure you find it just as cathartic as I do.

I fall asleep to heavy music all the time. It relaxes. And you know what else helps relax me is, Crystal Methamphetamine. For some reason, this drug that makes everything fast, makes me a very quiet and thoughtful person. I am always at my most quietest when I am alone.

And believe me, I am ALL Alone! I am so scared of being scared that I'm not scared being alone.

So, if you want to figure out a way for us to meet and play music together and see 'a brother from another mother', then by all means...

PM me back.

I'll get around to the forum whenever I feel good enough to talk to, My only friend...

in the world...

I'm really scared shitless this meeting of the minds won't ever happen. Please, get back to me as soon as possible. Just say hi.

Alive in the Unkown (or Known): Origins thereof,

Everything reminds me of me.

And that's why I hate everything,
that is around my world
on my little world
and in my little world address...

So, what then?
Where do we go?
How do we get there,
to the Alive in the Super Unkown?

Let's guess the outcome together, shall we?