tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259595163018451877.post1360083610252754262..comments2023-07-20T10:11:24.691-05:00Comments on Premeditated Living: Missouri & The Gateway to Hell (Part 2)cpa3485http://www.blogger.com/profile/00031439889267356735noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259595163018451877.post-34361008408977186342010-09-24T05:03:55.566-05:002010-09-24T05:03:55.566-05:00idk about the cemetary your speaking of, never bee...idk about the cemetary your speaking of, never been there, but i did sneak into the church of the other one and i went down those stairs, well as far down as i cared to go haha. and they really seem to go forever i reached a point where i was probably thirty steps down, my flashlight batteries ran out. i went down even further because ive never been a punk, after a few more steps i looked back up towards the top, the top of the stairs looked incredibly far away, almost blurry, as if a haze was in between me and the top, like two different planes of land. at that point i decided to go back up, while on the way back up i felt like i would never reach the top, i got tired and didnt feel like i could continue anymore my legs went weak. i stopped and sat down to smoke a cigarette on the stairs but my lighter wouldnt light, i said fuck it and made my way up, when i reached the top i talked to my friends who said i was only on the stairs for around 2 minutes, to me it seemed like 30<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />also.. on the car ride home i flicked my flashlight on and it shone bright as day.... i also smoked a cigarette with the green lighter that i had on me on the stairs.......... i dont believe in god or the devil but somethin was definately weird about that fucking staircaseAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259595163018451877.post-58977418912824472972009-10-31T20:19:38.983-05:002009-10-31T20:19:38.983-05:00Brilliant. It reminds me of the opening scene of N...Brilliant. It reminds me of the opening scene of Night of the Living Dead.<br />(now I have to go through the endless screens to actually post this long considered comment).Conchscooterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08016331487463993200noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259595163018451877.post-74148686560763009302009-10-28T09:31:15.174-05:002009-10-28T09:31:15.174-05:00Bobskoot,
A rebel? Probably not, but maybe a man ...Bobskoot,<br /><br />A rebel? Probably not, but maybe a man with a healthy disrespect for authority.<br /><br />My good friend and former college roommate Greg was there that night. He was the one I had breakfast with before my trip back from Topeka. We quizzed each other about what we remembered of that night. Not much as it turns out. LOL. <br /><br />Greg and I were both expelled from the fraternity we belonged to by an incoming president that was sort of like a Nazi. The reasons for our being kicked out are unimportant, but suffice it to say that the frat we belonged to was sort of like the "Animal House" movie and we decided that the reason we were in college was to study, at least a little bit. Our being expelled did not scar us for life.<br /><br />His girlfriend at the time was Sally, they later married, have now divorced and both have remarried. Both are good friends who I remain in contact with regularly.<br /><br />Another former roommate present on that fateful evening was Danny Ray and his girlfriend was Susan. They never married. Danny and I used to try and teach each other how to play the guitar, he had an acoustic, I had an electric. Last I knew Danny had married and lived in a town just east of Lawrence, but have largely lost contact with him.<br /><br />Now Susan was the sort of mildly neurotic, bubbly and outgoing personality, and generally fun girl that everybody liked to tease. She married and lived in Fort Collins Colorado for a number of years and my wife and I visited her out there a number of years ago. Her hubby unfortunately died (way too young) of a rare form of cancer. Last I knew she was in Russia doing some kind of charitable work. I suspect that she might have become a spy. Who knows?<br /><br />Thanks for your interest,<br />Jimcpa3485https://www.blogger.com/profile/00031439889267356735noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259595163018451877.post-92007041237949063562009-10-28T09:12:58.315-05:002009-10-28T09:12:58.315-05:00Jack,
Can a deer fart in the woods and stil be wro...Jack,<br />Can a deer fart in the woods and stil be wrong?<br />I had a lot of fun with this post and the recent ones of my trip. There is yet another Topeka related post coming up in a couple of weeks. <br />It's more fun to write with a little creativity than the type of writing I normally do at work which has to be precise and technical sometimes.<br />I know I pale in comparison to the writing you are capable of. I bet you would have had fun writing a story like this and I bet it would have been hilarious.<br />Thanks for the compliment and take care,<br />Jimcpa3485https://www.blogger.com/profile/00031439889267356735noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259595163018451877.post-33649514876463887592009-10-27T23:20:23.341-05:002009-10-27T23:20:23.341-05:00cpa3485:
now the stories come out. You sure were...<b>cpa3485:</b><br /><br />now the stories come out. You sure were a Rebel back in those days. You had girls there and just sat around listening to the wind ? Now that isn't very Jack Riepish of you. and where is Susan now ?<br /><br />bob<br /><a href="http://www.wetcoastscootin.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow">bobskoot: wet coast scootin</a>Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05258612401956399482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259595163018451877.post-84855838215682384422009-10-27T15:39:16.947-05:002009-10-27T15:39:16.947-05:00Dear CPA3485:
Now let me get this straight... You...Dear CPA3485:<br /><br />Now let me get this straight... You guys were all sitting in a fairly modern cemetary, and it was so quiet you could hear a deer fart? Were the deer eating burritos? It is a well-known fact that Key West deer toot in musical tones. <br /><br />I never saw the "fart" line coming... Good shot. Briefly, this piece was straight out of Chaucer's Canterbury Tales. And to think you ride a scooter. <br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack • reep • Toad<br />Twisted RoadsJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.com