tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13368012283661065052023-11-15T09:45:11.594-08:00Tales of "The 'Stache"The Stachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786453420436316271noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336801228366106505.post-59907807799785731672011-04-21T04:42:00.000-07:002011-04-21T04:42:08.839-07:004/20So, yesterday was 4/20, which was great....Means I got to spend my night dealing with rubes all hopped up from tokin' on reefers.The Stachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786453420436316271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336801228366106505.post-62791678731927001622011-04-14T00:00:00.000-07:002011-04-14T00:00:07.774-07:00Whole Lotta Nothin'Yeah, I found the dope peddler...Talk about small potatoes...He ain't even tater tots. The bindle stiffs was about the best he could do...Pretty sad.The Stachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786453420436316271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336801228366106505.post-86748134745911956942011-04-13T00:00:00.000-07:002011-04-13T00:00:11.636-07:00One Side Comes Into FocusApparently the bindle stiffs that were tailing me have been kicking the gong around pretty heavy and owe pretty deep to a dope peddler that is not too fond of me. I think I need to pay him a little visit.The Stachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786453420436316271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336801228366106505.post-6936222529242624052011-04-12T00:00:00.000-07:002011-04-12T00:00:12.036-07:00Three Sides To The Story?Found myself being tailed by a coupla bindle stiffs last night...It makes me think there's more than one side to this, because the money it takes for the elaborate dead hooker stunt would not hire bindle stiffs to trail me...Unless that is what I'm supposed to think...Was I supposed to catch them? They had no info for me, just a whole lot of gum flapping.I feel like a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs...I'm just waiting for the axe to fall...I'm just hoping I can move my neck quickly enough.The Stachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786453420436316271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336801228366106505.post-11230718451530350332011-04-11T08:10:00.000-07:002011-04-11T08:10:27.398-07:00Raising the StakesSo, now they are trying to tie me to the body of a dead hooker.I must have really pissed off the wrong person this time. I keep hearing rumbles on the street that it's about someone dealing in bent cars...But that doesn't fit...Dead hookers is a little dramatic for stolen cars...I'm thinking it's someone with some mazuma whose dealing in smack or running whores themselves. Either way, they seem to want to send me up the river, or to the bottom of it.The Stachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786453420436316271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336801228366106505.post-38819034574313440562011-04-08T09:18:00.001-07:002011-04-08T09:18:25.120-07:00Scram!Apparently, SOMEONE is not happy with the work I have been doing...They are trying to give me the bum's rush...That ain't gonna happen, compadre. Not in this lifetime.The Stachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786453420436316271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336801228366106505.post-48382660876577768722011-04-07T10:24:00.000-07:002011-04-07T10:24:08.105-07:00Spinning The WheelsI am running into a lotta flapping gums, but ain't nobody saying nothing.These punks seem to think I'm some kind of bunny or something. i don't think they know who they're dealing with. I think it might just be time to let 'em in on a little something.The Stachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786453420436316271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336801228366106505.post-64516590967548904222011-04-04T00:00:00.000-07:002011-04-04T00:00:05.018-07:00Weekend..So, Saturday morning I woke up in a flop house with a ball peen hammer working it's way out of the inside of my head...Someone slipped me a mickey...Looks like I need to start crackin' some skulls.The Stachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786453420436316271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336801228366106505.post-19204237325160453292011-04-01T00:00:00.000-07:002011-04-01T00:00:09.670-07:00FoolsAny man around a tasty set of gams.The Stachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786453420436316271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336801228366106505.post-90210745491020212542011-03-31T00:00:00.000-07:002011-03-31T00:00:00.115-07:00BaconYes.The Stachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786453420436316271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336801228366106505.post-74558388301064511312011-03-30T00:00:00.000-07:002011-03-30T00:00:01.976-07:00DeathSure, one day I'll don the Chicago Overcoat, but I can't live in fear...When I bite the dust, I bite it...But I'll do my damnedest to take someone with me.The Stachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786453420436316271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336801228366106505.post-46510147235055818752011-03-29T00:00:00.000-07:002011-03-29T00:00:01.045-07:00RubesThese poor stiffs, they get one glimpse of a gam, or a dame flashes a smile in some joint, and these saps are ripe for a shakedown.The Stachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786453420436316271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336801228366106505.post-23541793412563253462011-03-28T00:00:00.000-07:002011-03-28T00:00:02.347-07:00Fights"Now, I don't go looking for a fight, but if you wanna start one with me...I'll finish it."The Stachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786453420436316271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336801228366106505.post-18207196391960825822011-03-25T00:00:00.000-07:002011-03-25T00:00:24.847-07:00Legs"Do I like walking sticks? Hells yes I do. I dig me some gams, brother...Whether they go from here to ya-ya, or whether they never stop."The Stachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786453420436316271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336801228366106505.post-14929625621523396112011-03-24T00:00:00.000-07:002011-03-24T00:00:12.946-07:00Reading...Reading? Quite frankly, the only reading I do is reading the perp his rights...And between you and me, even that's a waste of time. Perps don't deserve no rights...They're all wrongs.The Stachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786453420436316271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336801228366106505.post-7296913164381256362011-03-23T00:00:00.000-07:002011-03-23T00:00:16.946-07:00MusicWhen it comes to tunes...I have two words for you...Alt-Country.The Stachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786453420436316271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336801228366106505.post-72795117000789503322011-03-22T00:00:00.000-07:002011-03-22T00:00:11.572-07:00PerpsIf their lips are movin', they're lying to you.The Stachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786453420436316271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336801228366106505.post-33390512882722577212011-03-21T00:00:00.000-07:002011-03-21T00:00:10.421-07:00BoozeThere are times when the bottle is your best friend...And then there are times when it's your only friend.The Stachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786453420436316271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336801228366106505.post-78846806246880202482011-03-18T00:00:00.000-07:002011-03-18T00:00:10.295-07:00Toast"I like it lightly browned....You burn it, I'll shove it up yer ass."The Stachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786453420436316271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336801228366106505.post-16989857674962519302011-03-17T00:00:00.001-07:002011-03-17T00:00:06.260-07:00The Irish"When they ain't drunk, they're okay...So you got like a fifteen minute window, RIGHT after they wake up.<br />
Oh yeah, Happy St. Patrick's Day."The Stachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786453420436316271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336801228366106505.post-670434948516843772011-03-16T00:00:00.000-07:002011-03-16T00:00:08.252-07:00Justice"I find that Justice is best served like my eggs...Greasy,runny, and with a big splash of Tabasco."The Stachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786453420436316271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336801228366106505.post-65681262750365900052011-03-15T00:00:00.000-07:002011-03-15T00:00:03.474-07:00Women<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">"Women? Sure...There's been hundreds...But they all end up wanting something...Money, love, a kidney...Whatever it is, I always seem to be the one that ends up bleeding in the gutter, with my heart in a bottle of rotgut."</span>The Stachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786453420436316271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336801228366106505.post-11328585275832318702011-03-14T00:00:00.000-07:002011-03-14T09:55:50.030-07:00LegendThat's one of the downsides to being a legend....Every two bit punk on the street wants to make his bones on being the one who took down "The 'Stache".The Stachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786453420436316271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1336801228366106505.post-6195352133931919132011-03-13T10:47:00.001-07:002011-03-14T09:56:07.965-07:00Killing"I ain't never killed nobody that didn't deserve killing."The Stachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786453420436316271noreply@blogger.com0