I am lost and gone forever

I haven't blogged in a while. Check out this girl:



I like that song, even if it is morbid.

I have a lot to say.

My first anniversary is tomorrow.



Oh, and I love her so!

I know what you are thinking...



Last Friday, we went snowboarding. We have had a shitload of snow. Big Sky has a base of 30-50 inches. Reportedly, Jackson Hole has had 127 inches of snowfall. I don't think that counts on their base, but it is a shitload of snow, regardless.

Poor Bells fell on some rocks and his ass is black and blue. Really.

My friend, who also happens to play bass, as well as drill teeth, shot an 840 pound elk with a 6 x 6 rack last Sunday. Heeeeeeeee-yoooooooooge. Oh yeah, there's gonna be some elk burgers slangin my way

Hey, here is another kickass song.



It breaks my heart that somebody killed him. Breaks my goddamn heart. Thirty years ago today. It was shortly after the live footage in that video, actually.

Phil Spector produced it, and you can see him briefly in the video.

J. Edgar Hoover and Richard Nixon had John Lennon on the watch list, because they feared his outspoken anti-war stance. Apparently, they thought he was going to incite some kind of socialist uprising. Thirty years later, it seems ludicrous, in light of all we accomplished in Viet Nam, stopping the rising red tide of communism from taking a foothold in Southeast Asia.

The Berlin wall may be down, and the U.S.S.R. no longer exists... but check it, China is flat out kicking our ass right now. That ship has sailed and the red tide is going to be crashing on the beaches of California.

But I digress...

I miss you John, and, more imprtantly, I love you, Stanette. You are my best friend in the whole wide world.

Peace.

I love you guys who still read this.

Thanks for giving a shit. Or just being bored, eating twinkies and beating your dick like it owes you money.