Monthly Archives: November 2020

What’s in a name?

I watched part of the Undertaker documentary last night.  My main takeaway is that Michelle McCool looks great.  I don’t envy pretty girls often.  Shiny clothes?  Pointy shoes?  Flamboyant make-up?  Complicated underwear.  That is not for me.  But once in a while I do see a woman with a nice hairstyle and I feel jealousContinue reading “What’s in a name?”

I went down, down, down and the flames went higher

 I didn’t know Subway had breakfast sandwiches.  They’re not bad. Adding a stolen hockey mask to my terrible ring gear really improves the look.  I tried wearing the Johnny Cash t-shirt inside out but the graphic is irritating against the skin.  So I’m a masked psycho that likes Ring of Fire a lot.  I hadContinue reading “I went down, down, down and the flames went higher”

Fear is a reaction, what you do is a choice

When I was driving yesterday, I saw that Royale’s trunk had appeared in the backseat of my new car.  Like magic.  This more than anything else has made me feel better.  Maybe it means he’s still alive.  Maybe it means even if he’s dead he’s still with me somehow.  Magic is real, why not spirits?Continue reading “Fear is a reaction, what you do is a choice”

Bite the pillow

Some assholes in the comments have asked why I’m still posting if I’m so broken up about what happened in Lyons.  It’s a fair question.  They’re still assholes.  Writing these messages doesn’t make me feel better but it makes me not feel worse.  When I was a kid a social worker told me once thatContinue reading “Bite the pillow”

Me and Jeff Hardy

When I got to the show I told the promoter I had been robbed and I had no gear.  He gave me half my money up front and I went to Wal-Mart.  Olive green “athletic” shorts and a black Johnny Cash t-shirt is my ring gear now.  I don’t know if I’ve ever heard aContinue reading “Me and Jeff Hardy”