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Punk Rock Life Without BMF
Happy Birthday Jammer #57
I can’t believe how much I miss you. #57bmf4ever ❤️💀❤️
Our Big Green Punk Rock House at the end of the road is officially in the hands of the next lucky person. Bye bye little village of wood elfs, sprites and spirits.
4/24/18 (DDBMF) + 57 days = 6/20/18 (BHREALDD) Marker for things to remember. But now I gotta move forward. Gone to the WigWam. Punk. #57bmf4ever In general life is a flatline motherfuckers.
Anthony Bourdain
61. 6-1 = 5 6+1 = 7 (#57) Died on 6/8/2019 A sweet friend commented that Bourdain had always reminded her of BMF. Anthony Bourdain always reminded me of Jeff Jackson. I hope they meet in heaven and talk about good food, drink bourbon, and smoke a cigarette together. BMF liked Bourdain a lot from …
The Kills on Colbert
Just sitting here procrastinating. Sad to leave but need to leave. Tomorrow will be 28 days to go. Comcast TV has been over for awhile. Fuck you Comcast. You are welcome baby. 🙂 I don’t like Colbert. He’s a huge dull douche, but tonight The Kills are the musical guests. In 2003 the Kills were …
Two years later…seems like forever and just a second ago.
My love. It feels so unreal. I miss you so much. ~misschicky
Finally it has been done. Finally. Happy 420.
And it was not easy. Do you solemnly swear this to be the last will and testament of the person you thought would be on this earth forever and would love you to the end of time ? But you did love me to the end of time. It’s been 17,424 hours without you. If …
Rotten’s Songbook
I finally unsealed the box from London. It’s been sitting sealed up for almost a year. I bought it for us like you were still here. I don’t know if you can see it. I’m sure it’s great. I feel sad we can’t look at it together. It’s a prize. I’ll come back to it. …
5am, train whistles, you and Johnny Cash, I can’t tell you how much I miss you.
At 5 am I wake up like I do every single day and do my thing and get back into bed. Every thought running through my sleepy head is about you. I feel on the verge of tears almost all the time now. It’s so quiet. Suddenly in the distance I hear the train whistling …