Attention everyone:

This is Sal, Richie's buddy.

Richie told me to let everyone know that he's been in an accident. Right now he's in critical condition. The guy that struck him says he slid across some ice and couldn't stop.

Richie's ex-wife is with him right now, and I'm going back to check on him after 5pm.

If you guys wanna try and get ahold of me, I'm salantino7884 on aim.

Sal

nyerknasahbess

Same dam dream. Nyerk nesahbess ove and ove again.

Whatdahell does it mean? I swear i'm gonna start drinkin again.

That dam dream again

Yea so I hads another one udda dose crazy dreams wid the 2 crows and dis time they was talkin sayin somethin what I have no idea but it sounded like a record bein played backwads. I needta go see a friggin therepist.

hey you guys everythins ok

Geez i guesses no one even noticed i was gone fer awhile there!

Thot maybe yous all wanted to know what happened there, but ey whatevr.

just visetid the x wife.

Holy hotubs! another book!

The title ses "The Pictorial Tract Primer", whateve to hell that means. It's a small book, blue hardcover (i thot it was black but the cole or fossils or whatevabroke away when i gots my mitts on it), dated 1865. I only gots one scanned image of it rite now cus I was up most ada nite trying to figer out what the hell its for.

Its got prayers and stuff an looks like its rittin for a kid but then its got lists of verbs an letters bettween the prayers an hymz nevrything.

It's definitely some kinda religious book. I was thinkin to myself holy joosefates if i turn the pages a certain way the tingsgona turn to frigin dust! With all the pictures of god an whatnot i was scared i was gona bust it. Godferbid the thing fols apat fore i gedenny money ferit.

Anyway i scand a saved page so to speak so maybe I gots more "news" like th last time ya know? mabey mabey not you know. I'll be creepin around on line a lilbit later so... you know whatever.

Now I hates birds.

I had this really messed up dream last night. I was leavin the house (not sure why) and there was no traffic. No cars, no people, no nuttin. I walked down the street a couple blocks, an I notices these to birds up in a tree. I walked some more an I sees the same two birds again. So I sez, "Hey you friggin birds! Wherd everybody go?" Allada sudden, friggin birds everywhere. Come outta nowhere turnin the sky black thers so friggin many of em. Like that hitchcock movie, cept they wasnt attackin me. I runs into a building (yeah it was a bar so what youd drink cauz a so much birds too) an theres two birds again inside. Crows or ravens or somethin I dunno exactly cauz I'm not friggin Tony Darwin or whatever the hell his name is. I don't wanna see another friggin bird so long as I live.

Why two birds in the dream? Cauz two is the minimum amount of stuff thats irritating to me.

Cept beer. The more of that the merryer.

i found lotsa stuff.

I don't believe it. Apparently there was already a buncha crap in the house when I moved in. Bad enough I'm a pack rat but now I get to claim someone elses unwanteds and orfan trash. But among the cool tidbits I dug up I'm postin what I thout were the best of em right now.

A wiked old book (and yeah I do mean old like stuff growin on it old) called Fifth Reader and a newspaper clipping from around the same time... the late 1800s! What a find! So Anyhoo check this junk out an tell me what yous thinks!

The pic abov was the firs thing I opened up to,
cuz there was a newspaper clippin in it.

No more TELEGRAPH POLES?
Whhu whu whu whuttl we do now fer fun?
Guess its back to poprocks n diet sodas fer yoos!


Yeah yeah yeah I ant fergot about it.
Theres really not enough there to get into the story but
I do know its like c. 1906.
Its old. Like the other things.
Zoom into that book cover.
The camera always adds an unsanintary aura
and well as a bacteria ridden membrane.
Thats show biz fer ya.
Don't act like its neve befell you.

and yous guys'll like the written convo to im sure

Okay now, story:

This is the tattoo the broad was sportin, minus the bitchy attitude and sarcasam.

My take on it:
1.) Fraternity / sorority led by jim jones

2.) The Great Peramid of "find whatever the fetch you can and trow it in dere" the Fourth, Pharoe of Garagesale, sucsessor to King "I gotta get wonna doze too"

3.) Girl asked for butterfly, recieved twisted results of tatoo by conspericey theorist

4.) oh wait jones is dead ain he?

I could not even begin to figyer this thing out, and I'm sheras hell ain gonna try to make sense of the note without my little orfan anny decoder ring.

They gots me to friggin nervas to go to the bar so I guess I gotta be here writing nonsense english. You hear that ya damn delinkwints? Richie Yurack + idel hands = more of this. So get the hell away from my FREGGAN BAR! An then we can all go back to our OWN BUSINESS an everyones happy. I think I'll go clean my ASSALT WEPON COLLECTION NOW thoes bullets do nothin but SIT IN THE MAGAZINE WITH THE SAFTEY OFF and gets no attention. Its not like someone will ACSIDENTELLEY come over here and cause a INVOLUNTAREY mishap, right? Lets start readin off the same page here.

Yous are really twistin my arms here.

I'm just fuckin with yas. I aint got nothen better to do than put up pictures of garbage on my blog.

Honestly thoug I'm still a little shakey over what happened. Anyways I'm gonna jump on the messenger in a bit , check some emails and see what's happenin outside the city.

Enjoy.

Okay so I just left the bar a few bits ago and I'm totally outta breath. The damn cab wouldn't stop when I hailed him, and he had nobody in the cab! Not to mention he WAS driving like 5 mph, and allada sudden, he floors it for what I thougt was no apparent reason.

About an hour ago I noticed this chick starin at me so just bein curious nevrything I buys her a drink. Said nothin else, just bought a drink and left the dame alone. I gets up and goes over to the mensroom and in the corner of my eye I coulda sworn she followed me, but turns out she just moved closer toward the direction I was going in and I was just bein paranoyed.

I had a good stiff buzz so I figured I'd grow some balls and talk to her, since she wasn't with anyone anyway. Allada sudden, she asks if I wanna go back to my place. I'M NOT SHITTIN YAS! I swear to the big guy in the toga she really did. So I was like, "Alright, sounds good."

Woodentcha know we step outside the bar and it's like Animal Planet. Dogs and rats and raccoons runnin everywhere and freakinout like you wouldent believe! I swear on my left testacal I aint shittin ya. So as you would guess, I thought, "Hmmm... the disease ridden, playge carrien, mangey ass street creatures don't like her, maybe it's best I don't bring her home.

I thought about it. I stopped on the sidewalk and we started smoochin. Hey, I said I had a buzz, you better believe I'm gonna live a little!

Soanywayse, I start rubbin her neck and were all worked up, and I noticed she had a tattoo. I stared at it while we were gettin crazy there, and it looked like some letters. She started sayin cmon lets go to your place so I straitened her coat for her (told u I'm a gentelman) and a piece of paper flew out from her sleeve.

Not her purse, not her pocket.

HER SLEEVE.

Okay so the liquor is tellin me, "So what she's a little kooky, she's nothin compared to that one that time where y--" at which point I sez to the booze to shut the hell up. I sez, I sez to her "hey, I didn't even get your name hon..." and right then her eyes widened like she just realized something big that totally changes our current status. Maybe it was me starin where her tatoo was Idonno.

Just then (yeah some reflexes, aye?) I see some guy standin in the alleyway and I gots this gut feelin he's been there a long time. He starts walkin toward me and I see he's got a friggin saturday night special! I sez to myself, "ahhh shit this mook is gonna blow my brains out onto the street and I didn't even get the chick's name." He had a really sick look in his face. I MEAN SICK. All pale like hed been pukin up dope or somethin. I took one last look at the girl, thought quick, and grabbed her arm to keep her outta harms way.

She pulled back. She knew that sonofabitch with the pea shooter, I swear. I took off runnin. The alcohol pretty much burned up like fuel and I sobered up quicker than a hippie gettin a traffic ticket.

I get back to my place and theres a piece of paper stuck to my shoe. Don't ask what the adheesive was. You dont wanna know. Its got all these weird symbols on it neverything. I think somebody who reads this crap I write mentioned that they were good in reading different languages or secret codes or somethin. I guess it don't matter cause this thing aint got no letters or numbers throug most of it. It's probably nothin anyhow and I'm just freakin out. Its not the first time I've had a gun in my face I garantee that right now buddy! I donno. I guess I'm gonna check the wire box for messages and then hit the sack, or try to.

What's worse than bible thumpers?

I'll tell ya what's worse. A bunch of weirdos that think they know my life.

I found this kookie letter tacked to my front door when I came home the other day. YEAH, TACKED, not taped. I'd like to tack it to their friggin foreheads.

Not only do I have no clue of what the hell they're talking about, but I'd be more than glad to name a price if I actually knew of anything like that in my house, after I had it appraised first. Richie ain't no fool. I'm not gonna just give away some dead sea scroll 'cause some non-profit group made out to be of good intentions.

How the hell are they gonna come up with some mulah if they ain't makin' any money to begin with? And how the hell am I supposed to name a price if they didn't leave a contact number?

Whatever. It's probably a scam.