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Saturday, October 19, 2002

Damn! My lungs hurt. I have smoked a lot lately. I like to smoke. It tastes good. Its relaxing, and I’m addicted which means if I don’t get the required amount of smoke, my body does mean and nasty things. I try to avoid that. I used to think that I smoke a lot. After hanging out with Gut Dude and Recondo 32, I realize that I’m just a mere novice.
I can remember very clearly the day I started smoking. I was living in room 10. I just bought a pack of Marlboro Lights. I sat on the edge of my dorm room bed and opened the pack. I very clearly stated, “Today is the day I become a smoker.” I actually said this out loud. I wanted the event to be remembered. I also said that when anyone asks me why I started smoking it was to learn how to blow the perfect smoke ring. Well, I can blow a damned good smoke ring. The rings are far from perfect though. Although now the only times I actually blow smoke rings is when I remember this little story. Most of the time I don’t want to waste perfectly good nicotine. I’d rather get my fix.
I was never a stranger to cigarettes though. I used to light up and burn cigarettes prior to my becoming a smoker. I used cigarettes to mask other burning odors, if you know what I mean? My mom used to smoke when I was a little kid. Now she is one of those rabid anti-smoker people who think that they can dictate their morality on others. I’ve thought a lot about those anti-smoker people. I figure that they are just repressing their inner most wants and desires. Because of the repressed feelings and the burdens they bear, they lash out at the world around them. Just because they deny themselves pleasure, they must muck it up for everyone else. I guess it’s the same for alcoholics, reformed gamblers, and priests.


posted by Dax Montana 5:11:26 AM

Part II.

As I stated before, the Acidman had no idea I was coming to visit. I didn’t know if I was going to stay one minute or one day. I knew for sure I was going to have a drink with my fellow Georgia Blogger.
As I entered the quaint cabin, (I rather liked the place) I meet Recondo 32. Now I feel bad, real bad. I really didn’t mean to crash the little party these two were having. I tell you what, those two fine southern gentlemen put me at ease immediately. However, it didn’t take 30 seconds for the bourbon to start pourin’. Me and the Wild Turkey, and Acidman and the Ezra Brooks seemed to be the drink of the evening. If you ain’t ever been ‘round three rednecks and a bottle of bourbon then I really can’t explain. All I know for sure is that my cell phone service is for shit in the North Georgia Mountains.





I asked questions about the Minions of Trashy Women, talked politics, and mostly listened to the wild stories of youth. Now Recondo32 won’t let the Acidman exaggerate too much. He was always there keeping him in check. Of course, the Gut Dude kept Recondo32 in his place too. (Not really, Recondo32 is mighty feisty.) Of course, the famed Martin D-28 came out and music, bourbon, and conversation filled the crisp mountain air. The hours flew by and before I knew it Recondo32 found his place on the couch, Gut man offered me the loft and sleep came crashing down.

Morning…. The Coffee was brewin’, CNN, and Mountain Dew and Vodka. There is no better way to wake up in a mountain cabin…Well, maybe there is ONE way better…but not with these guys. Anyway, the stories are true. The Acidman can cook. Breakfast was good too.



I can’t possibly tell (or remember) everything. I’m glad I took the chance. If you’re ever in South Georgia, stop by the cracker box house. Those two Cranky Georgia Crackers will invite you in, feed you, and give you a place to crash.



posted by Dax Montana 2:06:22 AM

I’m not too clear about what exactly transpired the last 24 hours or so…it’s all a little hazy…but that’s hanging out with Acidman…hazy! I guess after reading that Gut Rumbles Blog for so many months, I felt I had to extend a little Southern hospitality Dax Montana style.

This is the Official story of Dax Montana meets Acidman Mars. I want to make that clear from the start because that lyin’ bastard gets home later today and might refute any claims I make here.

With great hesitation, I pull the red bronco around the narrow road winding through the Blood Mountain Cabins. I was looking for “squirrel” cabin. All the cabins had those cute animal names like Fox, Wolf, Armadillo, Rat Bastard. You get the idea. Like some stalker, I spy squirrel cabin parking and a fella messin’ ‘round a pickem up truck. This guy walks up to my window and says, “Ya stayin’ ‘round cheer” in that southern neighborly tone. I had to reply’ “no,” which kinda freaked the good ole boy out cuz if I wasn’t stayin’ what was I doin’? I wasn’t exactly sure how this “meeting” was gonna go. The Acidman had no idea I was payin’ him a visit. I recall thinkin’ “He’s alone in the wood for a reason.” But here I was face to face with the man I came to meet. It’s Show Time! Well, he started eyein’ me real hard. I told him I was looking for this “squirrel” cabin, man he got this screwed up look on his face and bowed up. Then I said, “Da Goddess sent me.” I felt the cold shudder from inside my truck. I knew he was slippin’ into the twilight zone. Ours eyes locked, we were about to come to blows in mortal combat. Then I dropped the bomb… “I’m Dax Montana” “Sombitch! Park right here,” he said and invited me in…


posted by Dax Montana 12:20:02 AM

I did something totally crazy and spontaneous yesterday. The ramifications of my adventure haven’t come home to roost fully. My wife is really pissed off right now. I missed a potential job opportunity, and the gutters on the house didn’t get cleaned. Oh well. See, I heard about Acidman’s trip to Blood Mountain. The cabin where he was staying is only about an hour and a half away. So I went to pay a Georgia boy a visit.

posted by Dax Montana 11:43:35 PM

This from my good friend Kevin...

Notice the right to privacy in Georgia is more powerful than that "allowed" at the federal level. Hmmm....

http://biz.yahoo.com/law/021015/61729-6.html

Thanks Kev!

posted by Dax Montana 12:38:31 PM

Still debating over on Hooked…
Man does it feel so good to live in the most powerful nation in the world!


posted by Dax Montana 5:23:26 AM

The debate continues...
First the link...then the response...



I just can’t stop reading that darned document. The more I read the thing, the more I can’t find any language relating to the Morals of our Nation. Where is it written that the United States is a docile sheep like nation? Why must we step aside and let other nations dictate policy to us? Nowhere is it written that the United States can’t be the aggressor. I don’t see where the Constitution states that our nation can’t invade a weaker country and seize control of its resources as long as Congress votes for it. Show me the Article and section if you can.

The more I study history and the nature of war, one irrefutable fact remains clear. Money. Every war is about the control of money. Whether it is oil, drugs, or slaves, it is always about money. Fighting over trade routes is nothing new. Let’s face the cold hard truths here. The United States is an oil-consuming nation. Iraq is a weaker oil-producing nation. Let’s take control of Iraq’s oil. It is for the good of our nation. I don’t chastise President Bush for wanting to make a few bucks. That’s capitalism. It is no secret that the Bush family is invested in oil. We all knew that when the Senior Bush was President. The kings of the past always sent their armies to fight for the king’s interests. Why should it be different now?

So, you don’t like the idea of sending our sons to war. Please help me feel sympathy. The United States Army is a volunteer army. My taxes pay for soldier’s education and benefits. If the young men and women joined the military thinking that they won’t have to fight, then they are fools. I have met too many young people who decide to join the service just to reap the benefits. Well, I want to reap the benefits too. Keep our nation strong. Let’s go out into the world and control all means of production. After all, it is the American Way…Duh!


posted by Dax Montana 11:57:35 AM