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I like to kill deer.

http://www.davidlynch.com/ringtones.html (click on ‘Kill Deer’)

It’s that time of the year again.

I’ll be heading up to Jimmy’s ranch in Elk Creek this weekend with the guys. Scott and his dad will be there along with Jimmy, Kurt, Jeff, and Chuck.

I’ve got my deer tags for B and D zones along with my upland game bird stamp. Something is going to die this year by my hands. And then I’m going to eat it.

“I hate deer. I hate them. They’re devils. They look like giant rats.” — Scott “Hot Thong” Long

This will be my first year at The Ranch. I always seem to miss it… something always comes up. In years past I’ve had a paper to write or I’ve been sick or something. But this year I’m going to make it. I leave tomorrow.

I like to kill deer.

Hey, meat-head

So last night I’m sitting at home and I’m not doing good. I’m feeling pretty down. I can’t stop thinking about my mom.

I need a dip. So I hop in the Ranger and drive around Hayward looking for a fresh can of Copenhagen.

7/11 on Mission? Month old. Liquor store across the street? Same. What about Harder? So I drive over to 7/11 on Harder, and it’s six weeks old. Liquor store across the street is out. Shit.

What about Bonfare? I pull into the parking lot and I see a short, thin, old man in the store. Holy shit, is that Tito? It is!

If you grew up in the Highlands or went to Hayward High you have to know Tito. This guy ran Bronco Billys for 15 years, from the time it opened in June 1990 up until about two years ago. Me and both of my sisters worked at Broncos at one time or another for Tito. He was very good to me and my friends.

“Tito! It’s me, Tom Bissell!”

“I know who you are, meat-head.”

Good ol’ Tito.

We chat for awhile, and I find out that he’s been working on his teaching credential at Cal State HAYWARD (not fucking East Bay). He starts student teaching soon. How funny would it be if he got my sister Deborah’s classroom?

I say my goodbyes and buy my Cope. As I getting ready to drive away this large older woman comes walking through the parking lot. She makes eye contact with me and I smile. She waves at me and says something, so I roll down the window.

In a very thick accent she tells me that her car broke down and asks for a ride up the hill. I wonder where she’s from, so on the ride up the hill I ask. Africa. Kenya, to be exact.

“I could tell you were a very nice man just from looking at you, so I decided to ask for a ride.”

We chatted for awhile in her driveway about her home in Africa, and her new life in California. She thanked me for the ride and invited me inside for a drink, but I politely declined and made my way home.

Good kharma, please. I need to catch a break.

The Stack

I have some new photoalbums today.

Here are a couple of pics of my nephew and niece

And some pics from the DWD Podcast studio, last Friday night

Pics from this evening’s foolishness in downtown Hayward

So, today. Dave showed up around 4pm, Kev followed an hour later, and then we were off for downtown to meet Ange, Deborah, and Jen.I really love hanging out with my sister, Deborah. She’s a real kick. Lately we’ve been doing more stuff together and I absolutely love it. And my friends love her, too. The Dub Saq is *always* welcome to hang out with us. In fact, she’s always the first person I call when the guys are getting together.

Well, Deb and Jen have already been to The Bistro, and now they’re at Buffalo Bills–and they’re not hungry. OK, we’ll meet ’em there after we eat.

Oh, La Imperial, how I love thee. I could just sit there and eat chips and salsa, drink Coors Light, bullshit with Ern, and watch movies all day–and be perfectly happy.

So the boys went to La Imperial. We drank all their beer and ate all the chips and salsa. We watched some badass kung fu movies, and Ern rewound all the good parts. Ern was great, as usual. And then mama came walking up behind Dave and smacked him upside the head. See, you can’t get this kind of service anywhere else.

After dinner we skipped on over to Buffalo’s. Oh hey, Jaimie Cortez is working. Hi, Jaimie!

The crew sat outside, drank a few brews, and had a rip-roarin’ good time. But then, don’t we always? Deborah entertained us with some dancing and Jen, well, Jen was just Jen. She is a gypsy, after all. And Ange is always funny. As Dave likes to say, “Ange, don’t kid yourself. You’re a funny motherfucker.”

And then it was time to come back to the DWD Podcast studio. But sadly it was to be an early night for all, and thus no tracks were laid. But that’s not to say that we didn’t get anything accopmplished, oh no!

We made plans for our first VIDEO podcast! Oh yes, the DWD podcast is going to bust out the video camera in an upcoming show. Will it work? Who knows, but we’re going to try. Watch the DWD Podcast website for details.

Signing off.