Like A Lot of People

I watched ‘The Social Dilemma’ last night & here’s my take: I don’t mind the physical tracking. When & Where & Fingerprints. Please don’t forget the #MeToo movement is still very much alive.

The How & Why? That’s confusing as fuck. That’s the nerve the doc pinches… How & Why?

Yep, Shit’s gonna get Real Weird y’all.

WillChill -H


After I heard about it on the PBS Frontline Conspiracy episode, I finally decided to give it a listen. HOLY SHIT! – I have so much more to worry about. I’m afraid Biden is going to “Grab My Ass” as well as innocent children’s asses – Please stop, Joe – That’s not right. The Globalists are out to get me. Then the Fucking Goblins are out to get me. Now the Satanists are out to get me. Whoa! Stop. Right. There!

I for one have seen a fun little flick called ‘Hail Satan?’. Turns out, Satanists ain’t the devil worshippers they used to be. Nowadays, they’re just keeping some of these religious zealots in check. Because, Umm… yeah. Sometimes they can really Go. To. Far.

“Save My Ass” -H

Just A Glimpse

Inside my fucked up subconscious. I’m dreaming that I’m rising high up over Paris, France. I look down at the Eiffel Tower and it seems tiny. I don’t like heights, so I just want to get the hell off. Then the ride stops. I can see the ‘down chute’ I’m after is only available by traversing some thin 2” pine planks. I hate this. I panic. I wake.

Now, I’m no dream analysis expert. But, I DID NOT FALL!!! That usually implies you’ve fucked up and might need to change something in your life. So, I dunno. I’ve never been to Paris – no emotional attachments there. But, I’m oddly drawn to it AFTER all this weird shit.

So, inside my twisted artsy brain. I’m either gonna try and make you feel this experience. Or maybe, maybe I’m just going to say to someone “You repeatedly got WAY TOO HIGH on the bad stuff and now: WE. ARE. DONE!!!”. Period.

Relatable H

My Sunday Morning Run

There is no Labor Day car show this year. But, the car gods just sent me a sign – a sort of Revelation – if you will.

I’ve become accustomed to seeing a lot of classic cars when I run along this pretty coastal road. ‘Sunday Drivers’ we call them.

Now, I’ve NEVER seen a Volvo P1800 around here. Hell, I’ve never seen one period. I didn’t even know there was such a thing, but after a few miles It just hit me like a ton of bricks out of the blue. I stopped dead in my tracks and let loose this unconscious sexual “Ohhh,Uhhh!!” – it was a mint condition gold convertible. Top down and stopped at a light, I mean it was RIGHT THERE!

Embarrassed, I turned to see that the guy behind me was wearing headphones, “Thank God he didn’t hear that” I thought. Secondly I thought, “what’s wrong with him? Did he NOT see that?”

My love of the Volvo Amazon P120 is no secret. But, I think I’m a P1800 guy now.

Or maybe I’m just highly suggestible after running a few hard miles. Runner’s High?

-Let’s Roll ‘H’