{"id":352,"date":"2006-10-31T03:55:35","date_gmt":"2006-10-31T10:55:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.teebiss.com\/wordpress\/?p=352"},"modified":"2006-10-31T03:55:35","modified_gmt":"2006-10-31T10:55:35","slug":"another-caucasian-gary","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.teebiss.com\/blog\/2006\/10\/31\/another-caucasian-gary\/","title":{"rendered":"Another caucasian, Gary"},"content":{"rendered":"

Haven’t felt like writing lately. I just don’t feel inspired. I feel tired, I feel beat-down, I feel defeated.<\/p>\n

I can’t stop thinking about my mom. I feel angry about her death. I feel like she was cheated. I can hear her saying, “Hey! Excuse me? I wasn’t done yet.” It’s not fair. I just want my mom back.<\/p>\n

The weather is changing finally, and that’s a good thing (for me, anyway). I love Fall the most. I like the longer nights, the cooler weather, the changing of the leaves. When that wind starts blowin’ in Hayward I know that Fall is here. My mom liked Fall too. She, like me, hated the heat. Thankfully we are blessed with mild Summers here in the Bay Area.<\/p>\n

So I finally got a personal fitting for some new golf clubs. This is something I’ve been wanting to since I started playing the game way back when I was 12 years old.<\/p>\n

You see, every set of golf clubs I’ve ever owned were stock, vanilla golf clubs. That is, golf clubs that are made for the “average” person–about 5 feet 10 inches tall. Well, that doesn’t work for me. I’m 6 feet 4 inches tall. When I swung those regular-guy clubs I had to hunch over all weird-like. As a result I’ve always sucked with my irons.<\/p>\n

So I got fitted, and my new clubs are on the way. Extra long steel shafts, slightly tilted angle on the club face, and extra wide\/large grips for my oversized paws. And here they are…<\/a> I’m so excited about getting my new clubs. AND I’m very excited to play again. Finally I’m going to have some clubs that are made for ME. Now I just have to wait another week for them to come in =(<\/p>\n

Hey, it’s after midnight and I’m still up, imagine that. I guess it’s Halloween. So, Happy Halloween.<\/p>\n

I’ve found a classical guitarist and his name is Julian Bream<\/a>. I’ve been “acquiring” the albums he’s recorded over the past few decades. My favorite so far is “Guitar for Relaxation”. I’ve fallen alseep to that album almost every night since I found it. He’s absolutely amazing. It’s so relaxing. When I listen to his albums I feel like I’m floating on a cloud. He plays the lute, too.<\/p>\n

I went to Claim Jumper in Fremont tonight for dinner. It was a strange experience. Cindy used to work at the Claim Jumper in Long Beach. We used to go there for lunch\/dinner several times a week. Everyone at CJ’s loved her. We always had fantastic food and superb service. CJ has been one of my all time favorite restaurants for a very long time. But it was an odd, sad night for me at the CJ in Fremont. I couldn’t stop thinking about Cindy. We had such good times at CJ’s in Long Beach. Sitting in the bar at the CJ in Fremont I couldn’t enjoy my meal. I just wanted to finish ASAP and get the fuck out of there.<\/p>\n

I’m a hacker. I stay up late at night on my computer and read all your e-mail. I break into your home computer and look at your web browser’s history (90% porn, usually). I do my best pirating after 3am. I havne’t paid for a movie or an album in YEARS. I make people’s computers do magic tricks. I hack the planet.<\/p>\n

I think I’ll go to The Bistro tonight with li’l Deb-deb. I miss my sister.<\/p>\n

When I was 20 years old I was stuck in Japan in the Navy. I had an electric Yamaha bass. I wanted to be in a band. I sucked. I also had a crappy old classical guitar that my friend Dan found in the garbage. I could only play 5 chords. Needless to say, I sucked. I sold the bass, I still have the classical guitar.<\/p>\n

I’ve gained 100 pounds since I graduated from High School.<\/p>\n

I honestly don’t care if I ever shoot a deer. I mostly just like to go up to the mountains with my friends for a week and drink warm Captain Morgan’s by the campfire. Some hunting success would be nice, though. I do enjoy eating venison.<\/p>\n

Before I die I want to spend at least a month in Egypt seeing everything I possibly can.<\/p>\n

When I was a kid I wanted to be Indiana Jones. It’s the only thing I can ever remember wanting to be. I never wanted to be a doctor or a lawyer or a fireman or a policeman. I wanted to be Indiana Jones. I wanted to go on adventures, discover fabulous artifacts, defeat the bad guys, and in the end get the girl.<\/p>\n

I just want to live the rest of my life in peace.<\/p>\n

I love the rain.<\/p>\n

I miss Chico. I was truly happy there. I should have never left.<\/p>\n

I look a lot like my grandfather, Earl Culbertson.<\/p>\n

I have three dots tattooed at the base of my thumb. It cost me five dollars in Hong Kong.<\/p>\n

My laptop is one of the best purchases I’ve ever made.<\/p>\n

I’m currently re-reading Homer’s “Iliad” for the 5th time. The Ancient Greeks were cool-ass motherfuckers.<\/p>\n

Cindy was right. I don’t want a girlfriend. I don’t even want to date.<\/p>\n

When my father smiles it creeps me out. I know he’s faking it.<\/p>\n

When I was in the 8th grade some kid called me a loner. I’m still a loner.<\/p>\n

I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller, I wish I had a girl who looked good I would call her, I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat and a 6-4 Impala.<\/p>\n

“On The Town” is one of my favorite movies. Gene Kelly, Frank Sinatra… they don’t movies like that anymore.<\/p>\n

I don’t care what people think about me. I don’t pretend to be someone I’m not. I know who I am. And I’m OK with that.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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