You gotta love a drunk Conger

I got a drunk dial from a friend on Saturday night, actually he called twice. It was a great drunk dial. There was something about DT puking in the cab. I think I could actually hear the cabbie yelling at them. Followed quickly by "No you're fucking crazy he didn't puke." After he got the cabbie all claimed down I heard "Adam DT puked a lot." Yeah you gotta love Conger.

Conger still lives in Milwaukee and I've got some good drunk stories, of him and I in Milwaukee and a few other town in the state of Wisconsin. Now that I think of it I've never been outside of Wisconsin with Conger. (Buddy we have to change that.) I think Conger and I ended up talking to a lion statue in Milwaukee one night, but I'll plead the 5th on that later.

This story is not about Conger, but it is about being drunk. I was a party with Tom Tuttle, from Tacoma, WA, and then the party decided to move down to Kelly's Bleacher. Which for those of you who know Milwaukee it's close to the Stadium. Well T and I got lost on the way to the bar and it was the fall so there was piles of leaves everywhere. We decided to drive through them all. Well one of them wasn't a pile of leaves but a pile of sand. Well needless to say we ended up half-way up the pile of sand. We did make it off the pile of sand and found the bar and the rest of the party. We continued to party like it was a good party.

After Kelly's Bleacher we decided to make our way down to Water Street in Milwaukee. I parked close to a construction site and there was a pile of bricks there. Well me being drunk thought it would be a good job to throw one of the bricks. (I was drunk) I picked one up and started to throw it. I was stopped by peer gut instict. It was a good thing that I did stop because i would have thrown it right at a cop car. They just laughed at me and told me to put the brick down. I thank them and the party continued on to the bars.

We ended the night like we usually did, at Rosie's. T was staying at my place so as we were leaving the bar and I happened to fall out the stairs at Rosie's. Well B thinks I was drunk (I was but not at the point) and didn't want T to go with me. Well T and I made it back to my place and I friend of mine happen to show up. She was a pretty crazy chick and grew up in the ghetto of Milwaukee. She had some crazy stories of what she saw at parties. I seem to remember something about a chick sucking a bull dog off so that she could get her next meth fix. Anyway this story doesn't seem to do the craziness of the night justice.

I would like to thank Conger for reminding me of the days and hopefully I get to see him soon and we get to relive some of those days. I know I haven't written for a couple of months but I will try to write more often.

The 10 arces where I grew up

The beavers were back and now are gone again, so there will be no crocodile mile this summer.


I think it was the summer between my seventh and eight grade year. S and I weren't old enough to have to start working yet, but old enough to not tell our parents what trouble we were out causing. We spent a lot of time in my backyard. We have a creek that runs through the back acres.


That summer the beavers had dammed it up. The creek wasn't very deep most of the time, but with the beavers it was definitly over our heads in places. S and I talked our parents into buying us some overly expensive inflatable rafts. We would paddle up and down that creek all day for that whole summer.


We thought we were great explorers portaging our raft over the series of beaver dams. It truely was exploring. It seemed everyday the beavers had created some new canal for us to explore. One day we were feeling brave enough to actually explore the beaver lodge.


When you're 13 years old and standing on top of a beaver lodge, with your paddle, it gives you a sense of the beauty and the simplicity of nature. We were able to look out and see nothing but arces of a pond that ends at a hill the turns immediatly in forest. You're half proud because you've conquered something, half scared the beavers would get you, and all to young to realize how long you'll remember that summer.


To this day S and I will still mention the beaver pond we nicknamed the crocodile mile.

My Dogs

My family was had three dogs in my life. Lady was our first dog. We got her when I was 2 years old. She was my dog. She went almost everywhere with me. My mother tells a story about how I was playing with her down by our creek and I came in saying I saw a bear with babies. Well as I kept telling the story the bears changed from black bears to grizzly bears, and finally to polar bears. Well my mother told me to take Lady and go play with the bears. Well I did go out and play with the bears (actually I was so young I don't remember). Over the next few days my mother found out that a bear cub was hit on the highway about 2 miles from our house. Down the same creek from our house and the neighbor had a bear and 2 cubs in her strawberry patch. Lady was there to protect me. It's obvious I'm still right here to write this story.



Lady was always there when I was waiting for the bus, when I got home from school, and to lay with me when I was watching TV. Once when I was waiting for the bus, she tried to protect me from the school bus. I really didn't want to go to school that day. The school bus did ended up running her over. I wish I could tell you that was the only time I nearly saw Lady die, but it wasn't. I would swear this dog had nine lives.



When I was 18 I finally ended up putting lady to sleep. That may have been that hardest thing I had to do. Before I did this I made my parents promise to get my youngest brother D a new dog before I go back from basic training. They did get D a new dog before I got home that summer and actually sent me a picture of it. I still remember that picture of D and Rascel hanging in my wall locker in basic training.



I really didn't know Rascel that well. I just remember the Rascel liked to pee when my brother's friend N would show up at our house. Well when Rascel died D didn't want to get a dog right away. When he did he found us Pelle.



Now we have Pelle and he is fast becoming my dog (sorry D). Pelle is getting old now. I think he is losing his hearing.

My Favorite Car.

When I was in high school I had a car nicknamed the Pimpmoblie. It was great. He was a two door 1978 Pontiac Bonneville. Someone was smart enough to buy the factory white one, but then painted the bug guard white too. This may seem weird, but it is only the start of what made this car just awesome. When you used the blinker the opposite side of the bug would start to blink and then reflect into the car. This would make the inside light up like the 1970's disco from when the car was born.

Disco wasn't his favorite, but he did love Bad Bad Leroy Brown along with some other classics. These classics were pretty easy to find on 8 track. Well as easy as it can be to find 8 tracks. When we really decide to party out he would kick up his sun roof. Now the sun roof could be removed so that everyone could enjoy that Bad Bad Leroy Brown, and was needed on the may mini road trips we took.

The mini road trip was a very very important thing with the Pimpmoblie. He didn't have much endurance due to the leak in his gas tank that only allowed him about a 150 mile radius from home. He also had a tendency to break and one time he had to borrow my belt in order to make it through the weekend. The cable that ran from the gas peddle to the accelerator broke. We attached what was left of the cable to my belt and then ran my belt in through the drivers side window. This allow us to "step on the gas" by pulling on the belt. We still had to use the brake on the floor to stop the car. This was unfortunate. I was able to drive around all weekend like that, and, boy, was my dad pissed when he found out.

It's not fun having my dad mad at you, but he actually respected my reasoning behind this one. Plus he actually bought the replacement cable for the Pimpmoblie. I think he had a secret love for that car too.

My story (and my first attempt at blogging)

I was born on June 1st 1976. I've been alive now for over 31 years. I've graduated from high school. After that I joined the military, complete basic training and served my time. I also spent a little time (ok to long) in college and I was/am a member of a Frat. After college I bounced a round a little bit, but finally have a job I enjoy most of the time. Now I'm just "a calmer version of my younger years." I've been lucky enough to recently have found a women that I love, and as a bonus she not only puts up with me but seems to enjoy me being around. That's just a quick base of knowledge for you so that you know where my advertures and storys come from.