I can't re-direct some things I see and like....

because some people would take offense at the surrounding stuff there, or not like it.

But I really like him, and his take on things. He has lots of porn, but nuggets of really great things as well, which keeps me coming back.

(Am not so crazy about the porn, would rather DO it, not look at other people doing it, whatever IT is...)

But I love it when this ex-marine goes all rampant for rage and tells a personal story. And cracks me up.

"MY DAD THINKS I LACK SOCIAL SKILLS{Posted in My Life on August 29th, 2010 by Scott }
So as I was picking the parentals up from their cruise I pulled up at the passenger pick-up and slipped my truck in front of two parked semi-tractor trailers that were parked on the Alaskan Way — a public thoroughfare that runs in front of the passenger pick-up point where the ship was docked — and which were unloading supplies onto the ship that my father and mother were disembarking from.
It was in a lovely spot and Dad was loading their baggage into the back of my truck when a young man with a highly officious manner complete with a day-glow vest that said SECURITY and a badge that was stenciled onto it started waving a radio in my direction and barking at me to “move that fucking truck.”
I rolled my window down and in my most pleasant voice inquired,
Me: “Aren’t you private security for Norwegian Cruise Lines?” {NCL — a foreign owned corporation I might add.}
Him: “Yes”
Me: “And aren’t these two trucks I’m parked in front of Norwegian Cruise Line trucks unloading shit onto the Norwegian Pearl from this very same street that I’m parked on?”
Him: “Yes”
Me: “Last time I checked the Alaskan Way was a public thoroughfare. Is this still a public thoroughfare?”
Him: “Yes.”
Me: “Well then, until you get fucking deputized as a real live law enforcement agent and not some fucking cheap assed rent-a-cop Barney Fife motherfucking wannabee working for a foreign company and wearing a five dollar plastic day-glow vest with a stenciled on badge you don’t have shit to say about where I park or where I stop when it comes to public property in Seattle so why don’t you piss off and go find other people to pester who might be more inclined to pay attention to your sorry ass barkin’ shit at them at eight o’clock in the motherfuckin’ morning.”
And with that I rolled my window back up and went back to listening to Little Rock’s Record Bin on my truck’s stereo as Pops loaded his luggage.
It’s exchanges like this that convince my father that I lack basic social skills."

THAT is the reason I keep going over to his digs. And I KNOW... a couple of you are gonna make a connection to someone a few of us know. I admire people with brass balls or ovaries. Sue me. Scott is cool... He leaves all the warts on. Never apologises, made mistakes, lives life to the fullest and is honest.

I could never be like that. I'm too cautious. Unless you back me in a corner. Then I can let it rip....

That last is fairly funny, now that I see it on the screen.... we used to have a chambermaid from Rumania at my work, who once told me she would SHUDDER when she heard my last name, and everyone adressed me as Mr. B. My family name means 'rat' in her language. Rumanian.

So yes, that is more than ironic. Back me in a corner, and I attack? We used to chase really big ones down in the millyards when I was a kid. And I just went along... Until one day they cornered one, and it jumped. Boy can they jump! And bit this little kid in the ear and hung on. It was sort of horrific. Never went with them again. The kids were crazy.

They would jump on to a train leaving the depot... my city had one then... and hang on to the box cars till they got to a speed where it was dangerous, and jumped off. I never did that. It was a dare. How far they could go. And one day, one of them went too far, fell off and landed under the wheels, and got cut in half.

So I'm 'cautious'. But it doesn't mean I don't have courage. You have to know when to use it.

Does that make any sense?

Sigh... I'm going to Wagna tomorrow. At this point, it also takes courage.