Minneapolis

Schlubbin: Tails (LOL!) from the (somewhat) willfully unemployed.

Work wisely and infrequently. Sip coffee and pet kitties.

Soon

Tombstone Blues

“Mankind will suffer badly from the disease of boredom, a disease spreading more widely each year and growing in intensity. This will have serious mental, emotional and sociological consequences, and I dare say that psychiatry will be far and away the most important medical specialty in 2014. The lucky few who can be involved in creative work of any sort will be the true elite of mankind, for they alone will do more than serve a machine.” -Isaac Asimov in 1964, speculating what 2014 will be like.

Movin' on up

The Southern Hills are fuckin' cold right now, man. Boring too, BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO TAKE MY WORD FOR IT:

I'm Not Dead!

Hey everyone! I'm not dead (yet), just really busy! I do currently have pneumonia, so the jury's still out I guess.

Here is some stuff I've done in the last 4 months, not necessarily in this order:

Became a super responsible 30 year old adult
Shotgunned a Coors on the 4th of July in the street in front of a car full of kids stuck in traffic and shouted "That's how you do it, children!" Freedom isn't free, guys.
Brewed awesome beer
Served awesome beer to awesome people
Served awesome beer to awful, awful scumbags
Lifted tons of heavy stuff
Played a million songs on the jukebox at the VFW
Climbed to the highest point in the state of South Dakota
Survived my first ever bout with food poisoning. Easily the worst day of my life.
Saw a dozen or so awesome hail storms
Was in a parade in my Hot Dog costume and made it into the local paper
Beat Donkey Kong Country
Went to a weird Eastern European/Jamaican party
Rode my chubby ass up some steep hills on my bicycle
Had some time to think
Developed pneumonia and didn't die?
Liberated myself financially for a little bit (Get fucked, Corporate America! ...until i need another "real job" at least)

The Rally was some super stupid bullshit. Every day from 7am-whenever, all you could hear were motorcycles. My room was filled with bike exhaust for 10 days. Every biker dude that came in looked exactly the same. Grey goatee, Harley bandanna, Harley jacket, sun glasses and terrible attitude. It was impossible to tell who was who while I was waiting tables! It was like working the Mess Hall on Kamino.

They all came in asking "Ya'llgahbuhhliiii?" (mashing "Ya'll got bud light?" into one weird, barely discernible word) or wondered if we had any "regular beer?" What the fuck is Regular Beer? And they all wanted slices of lemon in their water! One old biker dude told me to put "more lemon in his water than I thought was reasonable." I lined his whole glass with lemon slices then he called me Captain Kangaroo as I was walking away. Fair enough, Biker Dude. Fair enough..

I'm leaving Custer at the end of October. I'll be staying in Minneapolis until the New Year. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, I will then take the scenic route from Minneapolis back to my Parent's house in Aberdeen.

Here's some other junk:

The view from the top of Crazy Horse National Monument

Jazz Chair is my favorite place ever. No socks allowed.

This was in the middle of July. That's hail about 8 hours after the storm. The City had to bring out the snow plows.

Found this while exploring in Rapid City one day. Pretty morbid. Nice thunderstorm brewing in the distance.

My new best bud.

Pickle Face is surprised to see you here.

Sockrates in front of Devils Tower.

My favorite part of the bike trail. Also pictured: My finger

I got to do the sign on the first day of summer.

Super Famous

Set yer guts ablaze

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Your (something) 30 year old waiter,
Mike