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Saturday, September 14, 2002

No Posts just more of THIS!!!

posted by Dax Montana 5:27:51 AM

This spear toss game is more addicting than crack!!!

posted by Dax Montana 6:56:54 AM

Things happen for a reason….
Earlier this evening, my wife went out with a friend for a drink and a chat. I don’t know. It must me a female thing…Girl talk. Anyway, they stopped at a convenience store. Upon returning to the car, it was dead. No lights, no power, no nothing, the car was just dead. So they went to the pub across the parking lot, had a drink, and tried to call me at home. Oh well, I was asleep and missed the call. So the ladies decided to drink more. My wife is a grown up, and I don’t mind if she cuts loose every now and again. However, I believe the car gods were looking out for the lovely and talented Priscilla because had the car started they would in all likelihood be D.U. I. Candidates. Things do happen for a reason. (I went to get the car and it started right up…Strange?)


posted by Dax Montana 6:55:35 AM

I seem to be over that nasty cold I had going into the week….

I went to the Braves game on 9/11. I watched as the Braves hammered the Mets in the first game of a doubleheader. I must say the stadium was quite empty. Maybe it was because of the day game, or maybe because people were afraid to get out on 9/11. Either way, it was a great afternoon. I couldn’t bear to watch any more media hype of the terror attacks…the family and I just watched a couple of movies.


posted by Dax Montana 1:01:46 AM

I remember that Acidman has a cold remedy...I could use it now! I feel like ass...Two shots of the Wild Turkey ...I'm Outta Here!!!

posted by Dax Montana 2:11:11 AM

The Archives files have been totally wacked lately...I think I got it figured out now.

posted by Dax Montana 2:09:01 AM

Someone asked, so here is the story behind # 97 of my 100 things list.

While living in the lake house on Lake Lanier, I once drove over myself. Yes I know it sounds silly, but it happened. Oh yea…It hurt too! I used to drive an old beat up Datsun pickup truck. The old 4 banger would cruise pretty well. I remember the day I bought the truck. I paid 700 dollars for the black diesel monster. The “new” truck was to replace the older blue truck that got totaled in an accident. (Some guy ran a red light.) I hate dirty, smelly, pig in molasses diesel engines. If you have ever driven a diesel then you know of which I speak. I worked for two weeks swapping the gas engine from the blue truck into the black truck. I later sold the diesel engine for about 300 bucks. All in all, the total cost for the new truck stands at 400 dollars and a lot of blood, sweat and tears… a good deal.
Well, several years had passed and the truck was worn and tattered. The starter would sometimes fire but mostly not. So to start the thing I’d slip the transmission into reverse, pop the clutch and off I’d go.
On this one particularly bad day, I tried without much success to start the truck using conventional methods. The truck sits facing up hill and has a block behind the driver’s rear tire to keep the blasted thing from rolling into the lake. So, being totally frustrated at the starter thing and now late for work, I jump out of the truck and struggled to remove the wooden block from behind the tire. Kneeling behind the truck, I force the block out of the way. With a miniscule roll backwards, the old black truck of certain death roars to life. (I had left the key in the on position…like a dumbass.) I swear, with all my might, I try to hold back impending doom. If only I could make it to the driver’s seat…. “NO!” I scream. I try in vain to hit the brake pedal only to be smacked in the head by the open driver’s side door. I fall to the ground and watch the front tire roll over my chest leaving damned tread marks. As I scream in agony, I roll over to watch the truck careen wildly, madly backward through the backyard, smacking trees…. Maybe, just maybe the railroad ties would stop the madness…. The truck hits the ties and reverses itself down…down…down the embankment. SPLASH! Yes the lake had claimed another life that day. Slowly…ever so slowly I get to my feet, my head pulsing and the warm ooze of crimson trickling to the cement driveway. Stumbling through the path of disaster, I reach the edge of the embankment. Peering over the edge, there she is, half submerged in the water…back tire spinning furiously and throwing water and sand into the air. If only the episode had been caught on videotape…I’d be 10,000 dollars richer…


posted by Dax Montana 4:40:49 AM