Singlespeed & Fixed Gear - William and Mayo

So, I don't mean to stir anything up here. I'm just wondering why the fascination with Mayo? As an artist myself, I understand people have a great appreciation with these things, and life with art is a beautiful thing, blah blah. I was thinking maybe this is how you feel towards Mayo's writing, or I'm perhaps suggesting that you may have a (nonsexual, of course) crush on him? Or do you identify with what he writes, and have never been able to express it for yourself? Does it touch your soul?

You've gone through alot of trouble to make this thing happen. Why? (no implications of it not being worth it here)...Sure his stuff's good. Just looking for an answer in your words.

C'mon, bring the 'tude, I'm sure you will. ;)

You've gone through alot of trouble to make this thing happen. Why? (no implications of it not being worth it here)...Sure his stuff's good. Just looking for an answer in your words.
C'mon, bring the 'tude, I'm sure you will. ;)


Recently some reform school kids were drinking on the trolley. Not my concern. Innocent, kind of, and not bothering anyone. Until they dropped the bottle on the floor. Then, a lady told him to pick up what he dropped. One throws her the evil look. And she looked away.

I waited until the last one was on the second stop getting off the train, and I grabbed his collar and pulled just enough so that he'd loose his balance and fall backwards.

By the time the he got back on his feet, the train pulled off with out his friends. He starts the intimidation look but I stop him quick with "pick it up, and you won't get your ass kicked infront of all these people. And never mind the "I'm a minor" kick, because your ****ing drunk, you'll get poped from reform school.. and I'm sure mom and dad will kick your ass too."

He picks it up and then gets off at the next stop. He was very fast on giving me the finger and threats as the train pulled away. Next time I saw him, he was silent on the train.

And he left no trash.


Somethings should be done. This just appeared to me as one of those things.

You gonna get one now that you've gotten an answer?

:D

I liked that answer :)

If this is bad poetry thread here's one of mine, im sure this is way off topic. Oh well.

Dance Grotesque

They stare but do not see
My brothers, my sisters, and me
Medusa can turn to stone
Which is why she is alone.

At nine, a princess, so she's told
Can she believe it still, this damn old?
She says,"Hold me, I miss my home
Just five minutes, I'm all alone"

Turn and turn your eyes
From the monsters you walk beside
I hear the voices I hear the sighs
I look like you but I'm them inside.

She says,"I'm blind will you take me home?"
Sly taxmen they gather round
Bumping and bumping and free to roam
They watch her, I watch them
Pretty so pretty, the toys we've found

If this is bad poetry thread here's one of mine, im sure this is way off topic. Oh well.

Dance Grotesque

They stare but do not see
My brothers, my sisters, and me
Medusa can turn to stone
Which is why she is alone.

At nine, a princess, so she's told
Can she believe it still, this damn old?
She says,"Hold me, I miss my home
Just five minutes, I'm all alone"

Turn and turn your eyes
From the monsters you walk beside
I hear the voices I hear the sighs
I look like you but I'm them inside.

She says,"I'm blind will you take me home?"
Sly taxmen they gather round
Bumping and bumping and free to roam
They watch her, I watch them
Pretty so pretty, the toys we've found


WAIT, wait, wait. Are you calling me a bad writer?

WAIT, wait, wait. Are you calling me a bad writer?

There's a little black spot on the son today....

(You didn't answer my question..)

There's a little black spot on the son today....

(You didn't answer my question..)

It's "sun", William. Get your grammer right. So, now, I'm a bad writer, AND, that's my soul out there?

It's "sun", William. Get your grammer right. So, now, I'm a bad writer, AND, that's my soul out there?

hmmm.

"Grammer"? Spelling?

WAIT, wait, wait. Are you calling me a bad writer?


Nope, just felt compelled to share bad poetry, im generally good for some. My friends don't mention the word poetry around me and once or twice when trapped in small compartments one or two have been known to attempt to gnaw a vein or something to end their own life rather than listen to mine.

So it must be bad.

Nope, just felt compelled to share bad poetry, im generally good for some. My friends don't mention the word poetry around me and once or twice when trapped in small compartments one or two have been known to attempt to gnaw a vein or something to end their own life rather than listen to mine.

So it must be bad.


Someone take the shovel away from you! It's okay, I can suck it up, LOL. "I look like you but I'm them inside." That's good stuff.

hmmm.

"Grammer"? Spelling?

You know, that really upsets me, I know how to spell that word. I'm not sure how that happened... :(

hmmm.

"Grammer"? Spelling?

Usage fight!

reminds me of something:

I was riding the el home late one night when a homeless guy began manipulating his junk as he leered at a young woman sitting nearby. It soon became obvious to everyone in sight what this guy was doing and we were all very uncomfortable and pretending not to notice, particularly the young lady. Next stop an older Indian guy gets on and soon notices too. He quickly stands, points his finger and shouts: "You. Stop. Behave Yourself!" The homeless guy quickly stopped while the Indian guy kept an eye on him the rest of the way home. Like everyone else, I was thankful for what he did, but soon that was replaced by guilt. I could have done what the Indian guy did but I didn't. I stood there and did nothing, frozen. I hated myself for my inability to act.

This is a good place to come out and publicly thank William for what he's done. Without him the project would never have been completed and I consider his efforts equal with mine. Thank You.

Yea! William And Mayo!

It's "sun", William. Get your grammer right. So, now, I'm a bad writer, AND, that's my soul out there?

Police song, and the "son" is a play on words on it from me.

Recently some reform school kids were drinking on the trolley. Not my concern. Innocent, kind of, and not bothering anyone. Until they dropped the bottle on the floor. Then, a lady told him to pick up what he dropped. One throws her the evil look. And she looked away.

I waited until the last one was on the second stop getting off the train, and I grabbed his collar and pulled just enough so that he'd loose his balance and fall backwards.

By the time the he got back on his feet, the train pulled off with out his friends. He starts the intimidation look but I stop him quick with "pick it up, and you won't get your ass kicked infront of all these people. And never mind the "I'm a minor" kick, because your ****ing drunk, you'll get poped from reform school.. and I'm sure mom and dad will kick your ass too."

He picks it up and then gets off at the next stop. He was very fast on giving me the finger and threats as the train pulled away. Next time I saw him, he was silent on the train.

And he left no trash.


Somethings should be done. This just appeared to me as one of those things.

That shiit was brilliant - I wish I was a little bigger so I could regulate asssfaces! Unfortunately I'm 5'7" and 130lbs. Lame. At least I know I can kick really hard!

That shiit was brilliant - I wish I was a little bigger so I could regulate asssfaces! Unfortunately I'm 5'7" and 130lbs. Lame. At least I know I can kick really hard!

I'm 6 foot 2 197lbs (as of this morning). But I'm not intimidating looking. I tell you the truth, I'm just not fearfull of confrontation, or consequence. I've got two ribs that float at the sternum area to prove it. Unfortunately, I have a severe lacking in the ability to see the potential end of things, so sometimes, I act with out full realization of the consequence. And I do act in a haze sometimes, un focused, when I think something needs to be done. This clouding disallows me to find alternative methods of finish situations. If the kid had pulled a knife, or taken a swing, or decided to sue, or call the cops, what would have happened? I don't know. But, I didn't care.

I guess the long and short of it is that it's not a matter of bravado or balls.. Just a gut reaction that something should be done because of a feeling. And then running with it. And dealing with the results at they come along. This has not always worked out in my favor. I've got the scars to tell the tales. And I've gotten involed in situations that I had not the right to be in, and defended people who didn't need or merit help. I've done things are are plum stupid.

Ask my wife about my habit of walking out into the freeway with my hand in the air to stop traffic to help someone who is broken down in traffic pull off to the side. She's sure I'm gonna die that way one day.

I body tackled a guy who had blood on him and I though was beating a spouse/girlfriend. Turns out she was trying to take off with his car, and had hit him in the face with a set of keys. Luckily the cops arrived and put a lid on it, and luckily the guy was pretty understanding and didn't want to press charges.

I lived in SF for a time and caught wind of skinheads targeting homeless kids. (Was somewhat homeless myself). So a few of us would bait them, get them into an alley and beat the **** out of them. Skinheads may be idiots, but they aren't stupid. So, the next time we pulled that stunt, they had more of thier shiny headed bretheren available. I became very familiar with steel toed boots. This is where I earned those two loose ribs.

I think (in my limited mind) that many people don't act in situations like this because of several reasons:
1) They are intelligent enough to realize there are dangerous variables that are unacceptable risk wise.
2) The situation is not extreme enough to raise a sense of guile inside to provoke them to action.
3) They don't feel comfortable interfering with the "rights" of others

As I laugh about it now, I think some people look at me as some sort of vigalante or do gooder. Really, I'm just a guy with poor impulse control. Most everyone wants to do the same thing, but they have better levels of common sense. It's easy to judge yourself as a wimp, or as a coward when these things turn out well for the "hero". But, really, if I knew or had a clue that I would get my ribs caved in, or get clocked with a pipe, or cut up again, or spend time talking to Mr. Policeman.. I would not have acted.

But, it's me. And 165 said it best. "Beta man". The test version that all the bugs are worked out on.

I'm a big fan of bringing back dueling. Too bad we can't have legal duels-- you know, challenge someone to a duel, they meet you in front of the police station, and justice is achieved at once.

Similiar way, when a ****** or a murderer is caught, instead of wasting hundreds of thousands of dollars on them just let them fight duels with the family of the victim-- of course depending on the crime the perp may have a limited choice of weapon to defend himself-- say a buck knife at 30 paces vs a revolver.

Also think pay per view. This would reduce crime, and we could use the money to help all those baby boomers out with their social security. Heck, maybe we could invade another country with the money we save.

I'm a big fan of bringing back dueling. Too bad we can't have legal duels-- you know, challenge someone to a duel, they meet you in front of the police station, and justice is achieved at once.
Fixed Gear Jousting

William, it's nice to know that someone else also does stupid poop without thinking first...(read my ghetto stories thread if you want...) You make me feel good, like I'm not alone.

He picks it up and then gets off at the next stop. He was very fast on giving me the finger and threats as the train pulled away. Next time I saw him, he was silent on the train.

And he left no trash.



Now I know why there has been so much broken glass near all the trolly stations lately. Thanks William!

Now I know why there has been so much broken glass near all the trolly stations lately. Thanks William!

Nah, that's the base ball crowds from the new stadium. At least, that's what I'm hoping!