Things that im good at or make me better for knowing or doing...

Xbox360
random facts knowledge
air soft summer
Sk8in and or dyin'
blackberry bold
making a survival bracelet by mearly looking at the photo = leet
being boss
knuckle heads jacket
that renegade vid...+ jeff
being the envy of most any man

i think that sums it up care to add any thing i left out in the comments

Breakfast...

Happy birthday pop...
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Woo wee

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Is this your card?

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I want one

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Meow?

High five!
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Kevo misses mochie

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Sicky!

She likes the car...
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Even the chef knows!

ALLOVER BEARD

MY ALLOVER BEARD.... making that face makes it grow faster

ripe old age

When we were younger
We never had the hunger
Who would have thought
How hard we would have fought

The taste So sweet
Staining my tastebuds
I crave it

Human flesh ...

Wait what ? It was a fuckin' racoon?

Im 62 yeard old and i can still WOOOOO!

Al Higgins

You smile and shake hands and wipe off my seat
You shake your head at our defeat
You play a wicked air guitar
And if a fan needs assistance your never too far

Your a large man and your name is Al
A guy couldn't ask for a better pal
We miss you buddy and soon we will sing
YMCA come this next spring

Mama said there'd be days like this....

I joined the clan!

Vans...

Walk a mile in these and ill kiss your Arse...

He Strikes Again!

This is jeopardy!

If you were on the game show Jeopardy!, what interesting story would you tell to introduce yourself?

Hello my name is kevin im 27 and i work with the guy that played squints palledorous in the sandlot!

Wrestling with demons....

At The ripe age of 13 i recall my first encounter with an actual demon. I have never been a church going bible reading christian, but i am a believer. It was an average day for a thirteen year old boy who lives in the suburbs . I woke up to the music of Patsy Cline being played at decibel well above comfortable. My fathers den shares a wall with my bedroom. My headboard happens to be against that wall. His voice is like that of an angel. Every morning he is my alarm clock. As i got dressed and ready for school I start planning my after school activities. Out of class at 2:30, home by three and then Sonic the hedgehog till 6 when dinner will be ready. When it came to homework, I usually finished it all up on the thirty min bus ride. This day was no different. when I arrived home I hit the kitchen, grabbed three cookies and a can of mt dew. I was off to my room. As I played the game I had a feeling someone or something was right behind me . every few seconds I would turn sharply and glance over my shoulder. I was lost. somewhere deep in the Labyrinth Zone, An aquatic level of the game. When it happened. I felt something touch me. cold and icy. I froze. I wanted to move, but I was still, I could still feel it behind me. It was hard to breath. The grip it had on me was tremendous. like to ambulances were backing up and I was between the two bummers. I was reaching my breaking point . Is this what it feels like to die? In an instant i was released. I dropped the controller and hit the ground running. I didn't look back. I rushed in to the family room an startled my dad. Palpitations of my heart drowned out the sounds coming out of my fathers mouth. It was if i were trapped in a metronome. As i calmed down and he asked me what was wrong. I took a huge gulp of water. Something touched me. upstairs . It held on to me for a minute then let me go. There was nothing there. but I was paralyzed. With a puzzled look on his face he stood up and asked me to take him up and show me what happened. When we entered the room it was cold. I said nothing. he checked the heat register. There was nothing blocking it and the air coming out was hot. Something felt strange. He walked across the hall to feel the temperature in the den . He was met by a comfortable seventy two degrees. When he came back in to my room he asked what i did? I was confused? The temp was back to normal. In a moment the temperature must have jumped 15 degrees. He told me to wash up for dinner. During dinner we made no mention to mom about the incident. I ate lite on Tuesdays and Thursdays because I have wrestling practice at 7:15. after dinner I went to my room to change. The cold had returned. I grabbed my singlet and shimmied into it. I hit the floor. Flat on my back. I had no idea what just happened. Did I just slip on something. I sat up on my elbows and asked if someone was there. Maybe my brother mike was playing a trick on me. I caught a shadow move behind me. I rolled backwards to my feet and sprung off my heels crashing into a pile of dirty shirts. I landed on the pile and could feel some one wiggling under the pile. Thrashing violently under me, I'm bucked off. Once again I'm paralyzed. This time flat on my back. Staring at the ceiling unable to speak or move, I see it. It was a dark figure smaller then myself but easily twice as strong. The figure was above me look me in the eye. the weight on my chest was tremendous. Every muscle im my body was flexed. I managed to let out a breath. I could see the vapor hanging in the air. I was pined both shoulders to the floor. I muttered rematch. In an instant I was freed from its transpearent grip. When I hit my feet the shadow took a step back as if to size me up. I asked if he was ready. The shadow dashed forward and hit me low. I folded over it and clasped my hands around what I thought was its waist. Its body was rock hard yet transperent. I could look through its body and see my hand turning purple from squeezing so hard. I could feel my grip starting to slip. As my hands came unclasped i spun 180 degrees to behind the figure. I regripped around the Waist and drove the shadow forward. When we crashed forward the sound the shadow man let out was deafining . The part of my arms the touch the figure were burning from the cold. The struggle continued on the floor for a few minuets jocking for a dominate position. I managed a roll up and slapped the floor with all my hand. I was victorious. The Score was tied. One to one. I asked if it was time for the tie breaker. When I raised my head it was gone. Vanished in to thin air. I went to wrestling practice that night, business as usual. Every time i step onto that mat, i take a second to think. We all wrestle with demons mine just happend to score the takedown but finish the fight.

-kevo

Novembeard Is a GO!

this is the 5th day of novenbeard.... last night this country picked a new president .. Obama

The Box

My grandfather , who i have very few memories of due to his passing with me at such a young age, a tall quite frail man. The life lines carved into his face like the gouges of an old tree marked by lovers. He spoke sternly and the subtle aroma of butterscotch candy lingering in the air as he told the tale of how he once killed a man for no less then twenty three dollars. His eyes were heavy like it was taking all his strength just to keep his lids from closing. I never listened so intently. Focused on every single word . His lips pressed together tightly. BANG! He described the single gunshot. I could almost feel the heat of the muzzle. At this point i noticed his heart beating faster and loud enough he felt he had to raise his voice just a bit. I was in shock. I asked how often he relives this moment. He paused and started to speak but then stopped himself short once again. The emotion on his face was that in which I've never seen. Pain, sadness, sorrow. All of this pain relived because i asked about a defining moment in his life. About this time i stood up and placed my hand on his shoulder. He reached up and placed his hand on mine. He asked if i could retrieve the ceder box on his book shelve. Without a second thought i was off to get it . I have seen this box at least a million times and never once touched it. The box was heavier then i expected. i gave the box to him and asked what ever happened to the man or if the police ever asked questions. He opened the box slowly and seemed to peek in. As if something were to leap out at any time. The box lid fell back on its hinges. I know whats in the box. He pulled out a news paper clipping, and leaned forward to reach for his glasses. Before placing the glasses on , he rested them on his head and wiped his eyes. He read the clipping to himself then extended his skeletal hand toward me. i took the clipping, it was dated 1947. Pops had to be about 22. As i read the clipping i could feel him watch me. My father spoke softly about the clipping saying he was about my age when he first read it . The headline read Highland town man shot dead...It happened on the eight hundred block of Ponca st. There were no witnesses , and no one to come forward with any information. The police believed the man had been in an altercation, But there were no suspects or clues. The firearm used in the killing was believed to be taken by a Homeless man possibly to sell. Also the mans wallet was taken and still he has never been identified. I reached for the box. He snapped the lid closed. The look on his face was that of a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. I had more questions but just didn't know how to phrase them. He was embarrassed but i had to know if my guess was right. I wanted to touch the gun. After a few moments he handed me the box. I didn't know what to do. He told me to open it. My Guts were Twisting. So i did just that i opened it. inside was exactly what i thought. A very well kept .38 nickle plated probably worth a small fortune. As i picked up the gun i could almost smell the burning powder. This is a powerful feeling. After a few seconds of inspecting the weapon, I noticed something else in the box. An Italian leather wallet. I placed the gun back into the box. The wallet held the answer to this story. The Mans name. I opened the wallet and look at the stacks of papers that it housed. Scraps of paper with phone numbers, a receipt from G.C. Murphy's five and dime, Two ten dollar bills and three one dollar bills and a state issued drivers license. Ralph Calhoun six foot one , one hundred and ninety pounds. He had a Short hairstyle and a scar on his forehead. My grandfather and I talked well in to the morning that day. About how times were different back then ,and how things are crazy now. My father placed everything back in the box and the box on the shelf. years later when my grandfather passed, we took the box and placed it on the book shelf in my fathers den. Every few years we will be sitting around late and pull it down, open it, and now my father gets to retell the tale. Oddly enough i noticed a new cedar box on the shelf down from my grandfathers box, But its always locked.



kevo