True dat. I apparently manged to get off google’s shit list. Somehow. This reprieve might be brevity on the wing though. They can drub you with a “bad boy page” in a hearbeat in the midst of the night. Fuckers.

If it happens again, I’m going the way of the Choubox… elsewhere for digitizing this crap.

Vman’s got his first novel out. I’m a cheap fuck, and he wasn’t gonna automagraph it for me anyway, so I bought the E-version.

Read about half of it so far. lt’s pure Velocimagination. Little vagabonds runnin’ from daddy hookin’ up with hookers and gettin’ rides with ‘necks that are cow fuckers and porn makers. Generally, I’d say, good readin’ for all you “wannabe runaways”.

What not to do and why you shouldn’t. Vman, where the fuck was this when my kids were growin’ up? A Trip of Goats. I’d have called it the “you really think you want this shit, hit the road” manual, but that’s why he’s gettin’ it and I ain’t. Plus, he’s got all his teefers… I think.

If and when I finish the last hundred pages of it, I’ll scribble what I thunk ’bout it. So far, so good, IMHO.