Tonight’s Iraq Frontline

I had a nightmare immediately after watching it.

‘Where am I? A Dining tent? I can’t see out. It’s a mess, I’ll help clean up.’

‘What. The. Hell? It’s moving up?!? Is this thing on a crane or something?’

‘Fuck, now it’s in freefall. Oh. Great. I’m. Gonna. Die.’

Womp! ‘Ouch! Only fell about six feet, I’ll be okay. Scary’

‘Hey! Where’d the parquet wood floor come from?’

‘Geez, are those screws coming up through the floor?’

‘Not funny, they just keep coming and they’re getting frigging huge’

‘Jeez! I’m gonna get impaled on these goddamn things!’

Ends with me screaming.

-Scaredy ‘H’

Sorry Doll

No Heroin, keep moving. Was that it?!? I mean, I’m getting massively drunk but, does junk follow Trump?

-Hank

P.S. And the Portsmouth P.D. called me this week.

Here’s my hypothetical interrogation:

P.D. “Did you call Animal Control?”

Me: “Yes”. Subtext: That cute rabbit downtown, we’ve adored him for months, he got hit by a car.

P.D. “Are you aware of the Black Metal implications?”

Me: “Yes, So close to ‘The Pearl?'” – Subtext: The first Black Church in NH is a block away. When the first Norwegian Black Metal church burning happened, they left a dead rabbit.

P.D. “Yes, any contact with Norwegians?”

Me: “Yes, I said ‘Hello’ to a Hans from Norway 4 months ago.”

P.D. “Come with us.”

Testing My Nice

Why’s Trump have to come here? I have to repeat this mantra from the movie ‘Band Of Brothers’, “We salute the rank, not the man”. Because, I really need to dehumanize this thing right now.

Lost-In-20-Minutes.mp3

Hank

Okay, So other than the name change – maybe it’s an alter-ego thing – I dunno. I blew a piece of guitar equipment this week. I’ve been shopping for a new one and figuring how to make the old one work again.