May 11, 2003

• Baad xanga kharma is eating up my pictures!

  
  

  Let’s back up. I’m in Tuscon. HH and I are, for forever, on the run from each other. We both desire to get the other one first. There is bad, bad karma here folks. Of course Gunslinger and HH are purely fictional characters. As much as Gunslinger wants to get his nemisis hunghigh, he also wants to find a suitable elm tree to hang him in. The only problem is that almost all of the grand old elm trees are gone - even the dead ones. The ones that remain are sucky examples of hanging trees, by any means. As I have stated before, they are not even big enough to whip Hunghigh’s ass with. Check previous entry for the embarrassing examples. Recently, I, Gunslinger took time from his pilgrimage to make contacts with people from the past. He contacted the people he had lived with in Virginia for awhile. About two years ago – (the “Live”rights). He let people on that he had kids from free lifestyle associations he had made. However, a couple of his past aquaintances, The ones he had met from the “Parchesi (The board game – like Aggravation) tournaments” at the nudist camp, were mad as hell at him (CremedelaFemme and MidouriSour). He had fond memories of them and couldn’t (for the life of him) figure out the reason. Angelof the odd “Live”right however was extremely happy to hear from ol Gunslinger. He was glad of it, but disappointed when she all of a sudden, deleted a post. Then he remembered why the other two had been so sore with him. He had read all of Angel’s books and turned back the corners on pages in every book. He had even taped one that had become worn. Well, now that he remembered, he understood. That’s a pretty greivious ass sin to some people, and they tend not to forget that shit very fast. Angel got over it though, and said that his latest endeavors were fricking awesome shit. He thinks soon he’ll be on excellant terms with the other two as well. He just has to say he’s sorry. (He thinks – we hope.) Gunslinger though, gets mightily distracted by his feud with his age old foe. If you read Stephen King’s “The Gunslinger” from his “Dark Tower” series you would find quite a few similarities. This guy  came into the picture while Gunslinger was living with the “Live”rights”. The preceeding post recounts the details of what happened. In short, he was Hunghigh’s demon. Though he was tied to a killer bee hive by those sublime assassin’s, Spyderette and the girls , he managed to slip away by throwing half of his jelly sandwich, a few feet away. Of course the bees went for the jelly instead of him. Well, Hunghigh got away, but not before Angel_of_the_odd, and her aunt, got some good yoga kicks in. Then Angel felt bad because she saw that she had kicked “just an odd little fat kid”. Gunslinger was speeding on his way home from the nudist camp, where he had been looking over elm trees, and got delayed by this hummer. (Of course we understand bad kharma – in this case it was inevitably from Hunghigh.) By the time he got to the scene, HH was long long gone.(The last anybody had seen, the kid was eating the other half of his jelly sandwich.) Our antihero was quite angry, but he kept it in. He knew that hh had sent demons to do his bidding and that he had to go on the lamm for awhile. He managed to snag this fake ID for awhile . While this also backfired at first, he managed to retain an ally here Seigi_Jet, along with two other henchmen: Theorist, and  GypsyPM5. Without a question, these guys were antihero’s all. (Gypsy gave everybody the finger; Theorist filled everyone’s mind with permissive thoughts and was a French Foreign Legioneer; Seige_Jet scalped Red Sox tickets. But they also were of outstanding quality, and dedicated to the mission. “HH is dead meat” said theorist.

  
  

  First things first however. After hiding out in Tuscon for awhile, and feeling the need to once more feel invisible, Gunslinger contacted Fruitopia_24 in Perth, after discovering that she somehow had a picture of his old friend Grace. He discovered that Fruitopia_24 had the perfect crowd for him to blend into.

  
  

  Highhung could look directly at this crowd and never see him. Before going there however, Gunslinger needs to take care of a few things. He contacts VeryModern because he has heard of her widely acclaimed abilities. They plot a plan to get Hunghigh into a spell. Someone, however, has been to VM’s neighborhood and crawled into bedroom windows.(I’m not making this up – check her site.) Of course it’s HH. Surely she will want to help now. (Of course VM hates violence with passion. She writes about it too. Gunslinger dosen’t know it though.) In fact she has an odd affinity for the guy who crawled into her room. She reverses the table. She has found somebody to put a spell on HH. But she dislikes Gunslinger’s proclivity for hatred. “She’s got nice legs”, Gunslinger keeps thinking. He almost forgot why he came. I wouldn’t mind staying here. I feel like I want to play badmitten. Ah, yes, That Highhung (also known as www.2003stockpicks.com). I’d like to get him up in a tree… Gunslinger mused…. so he could return my birdie. I’ll beat his ass at badmitten. That’s what I’ll do. Gunslinger’s guy’s are bewildered. Sure they still wanted to help out Gunslinger. Sure… but they were getting weary of all this badmitten stuff. They brought towells, went to retrieve errant birdies, got extra raquets whenever they were needed. Oh, shit…. But they went along thinking that the antihero was working on a master plan. Well, you’ll see. But first, I missed some of the story. Before VeryModern, Gunslinger writes to his mother (it’s mother’s day after all.) Gunslinger is almost half Japanese. His mother had a bar in Hermosa Beach … or was it Long Beach? It had been such a long time. He had been so preoccupied that he had neglected contact for millenia (or so it seemed to Gunslinger now as he thought of it.) Cerveza’s Bar – that was it…

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