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oppps sorry newbies! I meant to quote ya...

*slaps his leg** good one...

Jamie, nice job, sweet lookin cane. I'm working on getting off this walker and back to a cane again. Thats one of the nicest I have ever eyeballed.

Thanks to you and your friend for taking the time bro, I was just guessing about what they were ,as I don't know squat.

TY Sir!!

Oh yeah. Just when I was about to hit bottom, God looked my way, and I got into a VA approved your gona be an electrician program. From then own, I worked 6, 7 days a week chasing the almighty dollar. That ended my music playing for many years.. No time at all for that. David? We all called him Asskission. Our paths crossed a few times up until 1987, when I headed west. Then sometime around christmas, the year was, it's so hard to remember exactly, but I think it was between 2001 and 2004, somewhere in there.. I was already long in a wheelchair, my dreams washed away by disease, and time. Got a call from Asskission. He was down on his luck, but he had just gotten a job at the car plant in columbia. He asked if I could help him out with a place to stay, until he got a couple of checks. I said sure, thinking about all the good times we had pickin, and I looked forward to him coming. It didn't work out that way, he worked most of the time, when it came to playin music, I was really weak at the time, and he would get really drunk. He cussed every other word and his heart was full of hate. He hated women. Hated em. He stayed a coupe of months, and I asked him to leave. He moved to the boro, and he came by one time after that to pick up some of his stuff. The next time I heard anything about him was on the news boy, couple of years ago. He walked into a church in K-town with a shotgun in a guitar case, and opened fire. When the smoke had cleared, he had wounded 6 and killed 2 people, and was in police custody. I blame it on mental illness, caused by only God knows what. From things he told me, I have an idea why he picked the church. I better take those to the grave with me. Mental illness is a terrible thing boy, and it don't care who it gets. He pleaded guilty to all charges with no trial for life in prison. I got a song out of it. You know, He was a songwriter, and if it had been me that lost it, he woulda wrote a song about it I bet. It took a long time, I cried for a year every time I tried. Pre-Mediated Murder it was, I got a copy of his manifesto right here, take a good long look.. The old man laid the paper on the table, and drifted off to a restless sleep while the boy read quietly. The lights on the christmas tree blinked quietly, as the old man mumbled something intelligible about a peanut farmer. http://web.knoxnews.com/pdf/021009church-manifesto.pdf Knoxville Unitarian Universalist church shooting - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

The old man awoke with a start, and stared at the angel on top of the christmas tree. He silently reminded himself to thank Robert for his service, and his company. "then what did you do grandpaw? " Well, in spite of all the parties, booze, and drugs, I graduated from Roane State with a good GPA. The economy was in the toilet. You think its, bad now.. he said as he slapped his leg. Shoot they was lines at the gas pumps, people fighting each other in the line.. You couldn't buy a job in E. Tennesse. Jimmy Carter was president. interest rates were 12% and up. Lost everything I had, band leader left for texas looking for work. Got a country band together, and got a job as the house band at the VFW. Good thing about that was, u didn't have to move all that equipment. Remind me someday kid, and I tell ya about time I roadied for the band John Kay and Steppenwolf. They had a few hits your probably too young to remember. Magic Carpet Ride and Born to be Wild were a couple if I remember correctly. Oh well, I'm rambling again, now where was I?

its a newbie party..... Pass some shine over here....

*waves to robert, goes for some lunch.*

where was I? murder , *nods his Head* I was lucky to be raised in church with a musical family. That left me with a good ear, and I taught myself to play bass guitar. I entered the army in the last year of the original GI BIll. I was able to enroll in roane state, and make my own way when I got home. I wanted to play music, and I hooked up with a gospel group, and played with them on the weekends, student thru the week. School is where I met Jim David Adkission. We had alot in common. Veterens, older than the other kids, he played guitar with his girlfriend, who was also an excellent guitar player. She could sing like a bird. We where peter paul and mary, *laughs* we played alot of little gigs togther. Some at school, we got invited to play for the UT chapter of NORML, the year the Worlds Fair was going down in K-Town. * whistles* got our faces on the nightly news.. Tv just set up, it was our turn, we played the song rhiannon by fleetwood mac. At one time, David and I shared rent on a trailer for a few months. David made fun of me for that gospel gig.... but not in a bad way...he just ragged me.... like a buddy would.. Somewhere in here I got tired of the gospel, and went active reserve for a weekend job. I was assigned to an engineer group in k-town. I spent a month that summer at Ft Meade MD, going to medic school. I bought a new bike with my travel money and cruised up the coast from k town. good time. Soon as I returned home, I got an offer to play in a band. A good band, with groupies. I was hooked, and I never could seem to get up and make those weekend army meetings anymore. I got an offer to make some time up during the week. First day, I found the dead file, while fileing crap. If you had been active duty, and you quit attending the reserve, all they did was take your rank. I never went back, and was Honorably discharged as an E-1, three years later.

My Youth I got my first BB gun, I was in the 2nd or 3rd grade. Shorty after, I walked into an apple orchard, spent the afternoon killing birds. The next day, I was ashamed and felt terrible for what I had done. I grew up in the woods, but I never killed anything but snakes after that. I was afraid of snakes. If I'm scared, I can kill. (check) I was around 10 or so, we went to my grandmothers sisters' house after church one sunday. No one was home and on the way out, we met the family in a car. Her husband had just committed suicide. Shot himself behind the right ear, with a 22 pistol.. I can remember it like it was yesterday. A neighbor boy about my age, and I went into the house, and there was a small pool of blood, just inside the kitchen, not very much at all. We got paper towels and cleaned it up. I never could go in there again without looking at that spot. Over the years, I've lost relatives and friends to the gun, suicide, accidents, murder, you name it... It weighs heavy on a mans heart.

Ok, where was I. O yeah. I qualified and liked the M60 machine gun so well, I would volunteer to lug the heavy B*** so I could shoot it now and then. The others, seemed like toys after firing that. RedEye anti-aircraft missle, later replaced by the Stinger. I went to a range in germany called Graph in veer. Don't know how to spell it. I spent months learning to visually id aircraft, went to the range, and in the simulator , technology wasn't what it is today, I shot down the wrong aircraft a couple of times. was hard as heck to see em on this big screen that surrounded you. Out on the range, they were alot of duds, and some went every which way.. I didn't have to fire one, so I didn't. I still passed the course, ha, and the next couple of years during Nato exercises, I could get a jeep and trailer, throw a couple of missiles in it, grab a friend and an M60, go hide at the edge of a grape field, and drink wine for 3 days.. thats as close to the fighting as I ever got.

Hello Hello cool job... KB4ns Sig is funny..

Hard for me to tell the difference.. thanks for the post peace and strength to ya .

Sorry about that, Mr. Mackie is just a character on a cartoon tv show... I used to get ragged about looking like him.. I pasted that by accident. I have a guitar habit, play a bit, work on them for a hobby. Bass guitar since I was 17, but because of the weight of them, I can't do much with it anymore. Just this year, I was given a Kayla U-Bass guitar by a bigtime country star, It only weighs around 2 lbs, I play it. It thumps hard as any full size bass. I can handle a gibson sg, but fenders, strat and tele, feel heavy to me. I have a couple of acoustic taylor guitars, that I play mostly. I did the software thing for some friends and got my name on a R&B Gospel CD. They listed me as "technical engineer" *sticks out his chest* anyway, i've hijacked another thread.. *sorry* will have to start a music thread and find out what you play..

TY John I meant my first avatar is a slingshot. My weapon right now, is a walking cane. One with a sword inside it would be cool... I'm not qualified on/with, any firearms at the moment. Without some training, I am chicken, its been a long time since I fired an M-16 A1 rifle. Had to carry an army 45 cal, I don't remember ever firing it, but I must have qualified with it.. I'm weak, and I'm slow, I'm not going to let that stop me. you'll just have to duck!!! when it's my turn..

exactly. I blames the drugs. Chemo every other month for one year now, for CIDP, not cancer. It ain't that bad, and I am getting stronger than I have in years. Chronic inflammatory demyelinating polyneuropathy - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia I also suffer from OCD. Like this YouTube - Howard Hughes - Obsessive Compulsive Disorder I've come back from the dead, and I like to have a good time... This looked like a good place.. If I need a reference, talk to dude at the kwick cash pawn, Enon springs rd.. don't know his handle on TGO, but he will tell ya, I'm crazy..

* wise old buzzards here * chatta noogggaaa First job I got out of the army was as a security guard at a hotel there called the Read House. Lasted a very short time... had a radio station in it...bar, etc is that still there? mr mackie Is that still there , thanks.

durn, couldn't find it. sigh.

"Older folks" reminds self to turn off his age..