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the car died, the battery and the radiator. we pushed that car while the green goo spilled forth. pete and victor thought it was a good time to smoke a joint while i jumped the clutch, hot, mad and upset. i just wanted to call my mom and dad to save me from that madness. we had david bowie playing. ziggy stardust. it all become one blur of a very hot day. joints and beer, an endless supply. for good measure, there was plenty of coke to snort.

we did push that car. the three of us. stoned. it was the US festival you know, the second one and as we walked in U2 were playing. i was so stoned out my mind. i was a constant bitch about shit and that car. i sat down on the grass on that hill and quietly listened. listen i did while i prayed.

pray i did. stuck in the middle of nowhere which today is stuck in the middle of somewhere. the last bus to arrive at that dusty parking lot, after david bowie got off, stage that is. lucky for us, there were some mexicans with jumper cables and water. thank you mexicans. you got us home safe and sound. god works in mysterious ways, or maybe god was a mexican that late night.

i swore i would never do that shit again, but there came coachella. oh my. need i say more? at least the roads are paved, still a dusty, dirty lot though. we had a great car. times have changed, no drugs. just beer, water and pizza.

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the roads are always sticky and wet. sometimes you slip. not your fault, you just slip. it's life. one slides. up and down:

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the blood pressure has fallen from 165 in april to 114, checked this past week. i was given many ultimatums by my doctor. i hate ultimatums. i am used to giving them. i could not ignore her though and she has taken me under her wing. to think i went in, in april, just for new glasses. i am really glad that i did.

i have always taken my health for granted. it would seem that all of these years to retain an image have hurt me severally, health wise. the hard work outs, the eating to remain a frame of 250 lbs of muscle and fur. if anything, i did reach that goal. now i have a new goal. my doctor wants me down to 170-180 lbs from the 200 lbs i am at now.
my eyes got huge, "but doctor you don't understand all of those years of abuse and hard work!!". she looked at me and said, "there is the alternative and i don't think you would like it very much david".

so to make my pretty doctor happy. i mean we are almost married, she has had her fingers up my ass. isn't that a sign of marriage? i have done everything she continues to tell me to do. she was impressed i dropped down from 210 to 200 lbs in three weeks. she was impressed i lowered my blood pressure by sticking to around 2 grams of salt per day. (let's be honest here i am on blood pressure medication now, but she said the major drop was also due to the change in my eating and drinking habits) she was impressed i had not had any beer, god knows i love beer!! not a one. she said to drink red wine. i was like, okay i like red wine. she was impressed i had not had any hard liquor. (okay, i lied on that one. i had to have some caddy-margs while having a low sodium mexican plate of food)

there again i don't think myram reads this website. i hope not anyways, sorry about the caddy margs doctor.

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push and shove. i have both pushed and shoved. i have been both pushed and shoved. the odd thing, i have not weighed 170 or so since i was in high school. once i discovered weights i have always been a big man. those days are over i guess. i can still be big but within reason, a different type of big. i guess my goal is a swimmers build now.

anyone have a pool?