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docron

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  1. wow. Congrats to the O's fans. I'll be honest and say I didn't think they'd ever get up to first. Tigers may be able to leap-frog the Angels with a good series coming up but it's starting to look like their only chance now is to win the division. Oh well, maybe next year
  2. I didn't think the skit was that impressive. Sure it took balls, I guess, but all I really got out of the thing is that Clint Eastwood stutters and pauses a lot. Yes, I am a Romney supporter but my first choice was Ron Paul.
  3. Try these strings I found in our local shop. I think they're called Yarns (was a while ago when I got them). I use the 3.25 sts's on my hollow body and they're pretty decent for blues/rock. I don't do a whole lot of bends.
  4. This guy is a mastermind. That being said, can people really accuse Jimmy Page of playing too sloppy live? lol.
  5. Hey I gave the guy credit when I changed it... I think it was in the Photos thread or something.
  6. I love this song but that bridge really doesnt fit it.
  7. Just to reiterate... Rotten crotch. That is all.
  8. couple nice games. O's win over Yankees, and Tigers take one over the White Sox (hopefully they are ready to work for the other two)
  9. You take my hand, I'll take your hand baby... togetherr, we may get away. In 2001 cell phones were just starting to propogate into the hands of most regular people. I met her through my cousin, late one night a party on the Middlegrounds on the river in Bay City, MI. Out behind the shed on our 200 acre farm I paced back and forth, shoes kicking milk-weed up into the air, for a little under 40 minutes. This was the first real call I would ever make on one of those machines. "Hello?".. "Erm, Hi" ... "is Holly home?" "Sure, just a minute"... I set back against the cold steel side of the old shed and slid slowly to the ground. The sun along with everything else was behind me by then. Later in life I would realize she would become the worst thing that I would experience in my breif existence in that little town, but at the time I was quite convinced she was perfect and we would spend our lives together. Moving on to the city in 2003 for college was like closing a chapter in my life. My friends at the time threw me a going away party in the middle of one of my friends farm fields. It was early fall, most of the crops had been gone but there was one spot in particular where corn still stood tall on all sides, and for a moment a group of teenage kids remained hidden from any sort of authority. I remember a few good laughs, and a few promises we made there as we sat about on tailgates passing around bottles of god knows what. "It's only school, man!"... "Hey!, I've got a new name for you... DOCTOR RONNIE!" "Gimme that bottle asshole... I'm not leaving... I'll be back on the weekends..." That night, too drunk to drive, I was loaded into the bed of my 1984 Chevy pickup and driven home. It was just a few miles but the road was gravel and had been torn up by heavy equipment over the past few weeks of hard rain. In the driveway at my house I was shoved out like a sack of soybeans. By that time I had moved into my parents' basement, and that night I was lucky to not have to fight gravity as I fell in through the old iron cellar door. I woke up with bruises I assume come along with bouncing around in the back of a truck being driven by a drunk teenager. Early on I made good attempts at getting back. There was a different life than I expected to find in the city. Things I haden't yet seen, things my friends back home in the middle of no where couldn't easly relate to. Eventually I was caught up in what I can only explain now as some sort of time warp where the distance was getting greater than simply the miles between the two places. My girl had gone off to college that same year, but I suppose in finding the same new and exciting environment as I had, simply lost interest along the way and ended up cheating on me sometime shortly thereafter in 2004. I haven't been back around there in some 5 years now, but I always think about these two nights and the promises I've both made and broken. Growing up on a small potato farm, thrust into one of the largest cities in the U.S.
  10. Whatever helps you sleep at night (joking)
  11. ALERT: Misuse of the word 'their'
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