Sunday, the move complete, still unpacking. Reasons for the move are many, but are centered on just one thing, HazzardAyre Radio. Internet pipeline hell just the pipe itself is just not large enough in diameter to accommodate the amount of flow through traffic that we bring down, more over upload. So its that. But there are other parts. Take for instance just the in studio talent to make this gig more rounded. Especially female, when the console and all is in a bedroom, it kinda makes younger not to tightly wrapped immature women not want to go in there. More over come in and out at all times of the day and night. Then there was Jenn, Charlie’s old lady. Just because two or three of her meth head sisters wasn’t accepted into the intern program, plus the fact that many had no imagination or sense of off beat comedic humor to move their brains past the sexual point of me kissing a gals nylon toes, to emphasize the play on the words TOE and TOW as we do it TOEW. So Jenn threatens to blow the whistle. I should have let her. But at least now that’s no longer a problem, its not in Jenn and Charlies place no more. For over a year I have went through so much stress that I could hardly breathe. As it is now and the stress reduces itself, I’m having muscle spasms. Not bad its just the nerves so long being as tight as a tie down strap, are finally relaxing. Now lets review. I go to Charlie a year and a half ago, Charlie agrees to be payee, I relocate , from Burley, leaving shop, free cable-Internet, and protection of my rigs, for Twin Falls, I get there engage the radio gig, Jenn has a conniption fit, and all I did was get gray haired and fatter.
Charlie never ever had any intention of putting me in any kind of truck larger than a wide load escort truck, but I lost the greater portion of $40,k in the process of earnings Lexi and I could have made.
Now then we have Utah.
First, understand if all I wanted to do was toew and fly, and build bikes, I could have done that in Tweaker Flatts. But over the last two months or so there was more month than income. SSI Disability and all goes only so far. Psyche doctors not for shit, find I have a diabetes, but the all too bust nurses and dieticians techs never call to remind of appointments,and the list goes on, but the main reason I moved here is three, The AyreWolvez, the Knytes-of-Anarchy, and blended together my duties of media smith, construct and put in gear HazzardAyre/WyldAyre Radio. If I get it together to open operations in going toewing and/or flying , and of course building custom Harley’s great, but the radio media thing as a major force to be unleashed on the public, to get the power of SAMCRO MC, into the minds that SAMCRO isn’t just a TV show. More over tell the tails(no pun intended) of Pappy Boyington and the real VMF/VMA 214, not just the dramatized version of memories of a only 60% true to fact novel published by Pappy.
Of course HazzardAyre is here to punch through the clutter to allow northerners to fully understand the falsehoods they have been taught all their lives. That good old Lincoln wasn’t all that honest. In fact Abe was a prophetic liar. One of the early authors of what became Marxism and communism . That it wasn’t a case of racism, or slavery that started the fight between the states, but more along the lines of oppression and suppression on a people of an area of America that them Yankee’s wanted to forget, but not the southerner’s money. My they wanted that alright. So they picked a fight, and muskets loaded and teeth gritted the cross on the side, not a big X , but a cross of God on its side, just as it was as Jesus carried it to his crucifixion. So was the south crucified. But not without a big fight. We might have drew a truce, but the south never lost we just got out numbered and out gunned. Our children and the rest of a culturally ignorant population needs to know these truths. Ray does his best at Dixie Broadcasting in HotLanta, and we do our best here at Confederate Steele Media West and HazzardAyre.
Then to fill in the corners there’s things for truckers, us in toewing and of course the full circle, us who climb on two wheels.
Try to do that in Tweaker Flatts? No way, here, better than a horse track betters bet.
Then as I close, let’s review the A1 thing. For as long as it was, the promise of me in a truck, the promise of putting me in the shop, never happened. And even though invited to both Thanksgiving and Christmas this past year, might as well not have wasted the gas. No real companionship, no big warm feelings no nothing, I could have went to the Depot Grill and got a warmer reception. As far as any other brotherly affection, shit no big happy Birthday last year, nothing, but hey I was good enough to clean the shitter. fractured my elbow, never filed a workers comp claim, although I could have. When I fell on my ass on the ice, never filed a accident claim, although I could have, and yet I get charged for a tire, $35.00, then three days late on my departure due to weather, $53.00 And I still have stuff up there. I got away with $30.00 . The only reason my truck got here is I was smart enough to fill it, before I started the move. But dig this. My little truck that I affectionately call Wolf Pup, the truck is still running around on the same tank of gas, with no measurable loss of internal lubrication, no oil leaks. Yet the Subaru that albeit 1 year older, takes two tanks of fuel down two back., When you get $150.00 to make a trip, then get bitched at. Okay I apologize for leaving the old place there a mess, but to clean the place would have taken yet another day, that Charlie just never gave me. I had no vacuum cleaner, no cleaning products whatsoever. All the money I had I used to move. Gas at near $335.00 a gallon, on $100.00 don’t go too far. But only getting $30.00 at the end, that hurt, and I put that in pail 13 along with the other crap in the trough of my life in Tweaker Flatts.
Next time, life in the big city.
TTYL
