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Saturday, June 22, 2002

I’ve had major technical difficulties the last few days. It’s time like these that make me really want to slam the old PC with my 10-pound sledge. Things still aren’t right. I’m trying to calm down….
I can hardly wait for next Thursday. I would seem that the “Jager girls” are making an appearance at my bar. They feature the “body shot” of Jagermister. I prefer to drink Nyquil. Just think drunken men doing shooters off the bodies of scantily clad women. I’ll have the old “peacemaker” at hand for sure. Just what I need, alcohol and testosterone mixed together for a bar promotion. What was I thinking when I took this job.
On the weekends, we feature Karaoke. What is the deal with people who get drunk and think they can sing. At least the guy who hosts it does a good job of mixing the vocals with the music so if it gets too bad we won’t suffer for long. The songs people pick drive me nuts too. “Earl’s gotta die” is really old now. I’m really tired of “Piano man” too. The thing that really disturbs me the most are the teenage girls who do “Brittany Spears.” They got the dance moves down, the dress, the hair, the everything… everything except they aren’t Brittany. However I must admit, some people can sing very well. I guess these folks hide at day jobs and come out of their shells on the weekends. But for the most part…It sucks.


posted by Dax Montana 4:05:48 AM

Had a haircut today. Well I actually cut my own hair. I used to have long, long, long hair. So long, in fact, I could sit on it. I was once a Long Haired Country Boy,but sadly, those days are gone. It's strange; I thought long hair gave me freedom. It only chained me to endless styling, washing, banding and drying. Long hair chained me to more than hygiene; it also chained me to a lifestyle I didn't identify with anymore. I didn't want the drug filled, Rock’ N’ Roll, hippie lifestyle or the attitude that comes with it. (Except for the Rock ‘n’ Roll) Even though I had conservative ideas, I was identified with having Liberal values based only on the fact that I was a long-hair. Employers, clients, friends, all knew I was liberal. I had become chained to the identity. I cut my hair several years ago. I’ve never regretted it. It was freeing and much cooler. Sweaty long hair is nasty.

With short hair comes a problem. Haircuts! Haircuts cost money. I was almost thirty when I paid for my first haircut. (A former girlfriend cut off sex and the long locks for free) Almost thirty dollars! (With tip) My former employer took me to his guy Wayne. Wayne is king of the razor cut. Anyway, I knew I could find a better price. I didn’t need a “Style,” just a haircut. I finally found the guy. Oakwood, Georgia. A flat top, high and tight, cost only 6 dollars. The barbershop was a small cinderblock building with three old chairs. One chair had boxes of stuff, another had leftover newspapers, and the last chair meant business. These old school southern men, sun beaten, worked hard guys would come in to sit, chat, and hangout. No subject was left untouched. It was just like Floyd’s shop in Mayberry. Well that’s when I found out my barber was a former Grand Dragon of the KKK. He was once on Springer. Oh well! I quit going there not just for that reason but I moved too. In only a few short years, that 6 dollar cut is now 15 dollars. I refuse to pay it. I went to Wal-Mart bought some clippers for thirty bucks, and do it myself. Over the years, I guess I’ve saved a couple hundred dollars. I could save more, but my wife won’t let me cut the Kids’ hair.


posted by Dax Montana 1:11:06 AM

Admittedly the content on my page has been rather sparse at best. Although I’m up rather late every night, sometimes I just have a writer’s block.

Tuesday was my mother’s birthday. The family went to the mountains to visit her and eat cake. Happy Birthday Mom. Our family lives in a small town of Cleveland, Georgia. Cleveland is in White County just north of Gainesville where the Taylor’s live. Cleveland claims to be the Gateway to the Mountains. The landscape is very awe-inspiring. Now that the Geography lesson is over, I wanted to discuss those chimneys I keep seeing dotting the landscape like some ancient ruins. They tower out of the Kudzu like some forgotten Amazonian City. No foundation, no walls, no roofs, just a stone or brick chimney staring out of the weeds. I want to know what happened to the people. Why was the homestead left to rot away? Upon closer inspection of these ruins, an almost perfect hearth and chimney is accompanied by an old well. These chimney ruins tend to be a “southern thing.” I’ve never seen them in the north. Not that I’ve extensively traveled the north….Yuck! I kind of like them. The chimneys give the southern landscape character. The kudzu on the other hand…


posted by Dax Montana 2:24:15 AM

GREAT ANN COULTER QUOTE
"100% of the successful terrorist attacks on commercial airlines for 20 years have been committed by Arabs. When there is a 100% chance, it ceases to be a profile. It's called a 'description of the suspect.'"

Thanks Neal


posted by Dax Montana 11:08:37 AM

Here is a link to my Very Best Friend. Any questions? Here is a related link, a very close relative.

posted by Dax Montana 4:12:29 AM

This trivial pursuit game makes a perfect companion for Long Haired Country Boy's electronic device!

posted by Dax Montana 2:09:36 AM

Happy Father's day to all y'all Fathers. I got a new hammock with pillow and stand. It has wheels to move it around the yard. My wife and kids made a pillow with their hand prints on it. Very cool! I also got Photos. I don't know why, but my wife has discovered the wonders of black and white photography. The pictures of the kids turned out great. Priscilla and the children did a GREAT job! Give me a few days to get the pictures up on the "photo" page. Speaking of photos, I changed my picture at the top of the page. I wanted to give you an updated view of the ole Dax Montana.

I just thought about it, so I might as well document the Genesis of Dax Montana for all 2 readers of this Blog. Turning on the ole "Wayback Machine," I guess it was around the summer of 1987 when Dax Montana was conceived. I was living in Statesboro Georgia, not to far from the Acidman. I was taking the summer off from Georgia Southern College (now University). During my stay in the 'boro, I was working in....that's right a restaurant. The manager was a very attractive woman. She was a bit older almost 40 as I recall. She had kids and was recently divorced. I guess we had a lot in common because we seemed to be two lost souls. Well, we developed an intimate friendship. Drinking at the lake on sunny afternoons, swimming, driving around in her Fiat Spyder, and hanging out in Savannah (Tybee Island and River St.) As it turned out, my friend, (nameless on purpose) was also a writer. She wasn't published yet but we colaborated on a few "ideas." One of her characters...based on me was "Dax Montana." On my birthday that summer, as a gift, she gave me the name. I thought it was cool, and it is. There was/is a catch. Part of the deal is that I can never use the name in a story or as a character. I don't think that by using the name as a reference to myself in this blog is a violation of our pact. While working in Radio, I used the name on the air. (Country Music) I've incorporated the name for my business, and registered the name on the internet. It's funny, all this time I've been using Dax Montana, and I haven't really thought about those days or have appreciated that Gift from so long ago....

...After a long pause, I'm kinda blown away. It's funny how people can touch our lives in seemingly insignificant ways.

Anyway, after that summer, I transfered to the University of Georgia. I tried to find her several years ago but to no avail. Maybe one day our paths will cross again or by coinsidence she'll find Dax Montana.

posted by Dax Montana 5:21:23 AM