Sunday, January 31, 2016

The Daily Straitjacket #pezoutlaw #hollywood @pezoutlaw

It's all a game of tag you're it.

Yesterday, my brain was not having a good day.
A feeling of impending doom was on me for most of the day.
Have I been conditioned over the last 2 decades to think that if anything good happens for me that something bad is coming?

I watch rich successful people n wonder.
They seem comfortable with there success for the most part, almost like it's there right.
Me. 1994 to 1998 I might have been able to believe n live like that. 
Then Pez Corporation pulled the rug out from under me. see Pez Outlaw Diary .
Now, any time life starts feeling good I immediately start worrying that something horrible is about to happen.

My hope is that because I've spent 15 years working on and planning this project, that thing will be different this time.
I have defined goals and expectations. 
Though at times I can't shake the fear that if I succeed a dark hand of impending doom waits.

Here's a big part of the plan.
I have no intention of saving anything from whatever revenue streams come from the Pez Outlaw project.
I fully intend to spend it all immediately.
Pay Bills, improve equipment n facilities.
Basically get on a better footing so our required monetary outlay each month is reduced and hopefully our revenue intake increases modestly. 

I desire a life where ends meet, not excess.
Beyond that I'll give any overflow to the kids.
I want to be worth more alive than dead.

If I can remove the oppression of Bills and secure what we have, that's enough.
Proby dog says. Just live each day in front of you, that's it nothing more nothing less.
Oh yeah n buy 5 Big Red Dogs n name them all Rudy.
Yesterdays Farrier Competition Update.
Smoke n Johnny (horses) got home after dark.
Henry n the other farriers had a good time.
Smokey stood for 4 hours, shoes on, shoes off, shoes on, shoes off.
Who's a good boy.

My brain is a little tricky today, so we're not gonna go in there.
Some days it's best not to share.


flu shot
After what I've gone through since Christmas, I will be getting a flu shot next fall.
25 years ago I used to have trouble understanding what other guys my age were whining about.
Took me a couple more decades but now I get it.

Farrier comp
Kathy loaded up horses to take to MSU for the Farrier Competition.
For an Amish guy, old Henry sure does get around.
I go less places than he does. Then again, I go less places than a guy at Jackson State Penitentiary.

600 lotto
The Big Lotto is at 600 Million I hear.
People are all a Buzz about Power Ball.
The Horse Chiropractor who never plays, says she might take a $10 Lotto flyer. 
Got an opinion on that.
Sure, a few bucks on the Lotto, why not. That's just fun money, any more is poor judgement.
But even though I won't be buying any lottery tickets, I will play the what if game.
If I won 600 million, I'd buy 5 Big Red Dogs n name every one of them Rudy.

This Post was written under duress. 
So don't believe a word of it. 

Just saw 6 or 8 deer in the backyard. 
Our Horse trails seem to serve as a No Hunting Deer Sanctuary in winter.
The young deer seem to be regrouping after hunting season. 
I don't allow hunting out back, not because I'm necessarily against hunting, I just don't like outsiders traipsing around on my land. 
In short, I don't dislike hunters, I dislike people.


Truth is, The Dogs said "NO Hunters". 
They were adamant on the subject.  They have there reasons.

My new journey begins today.

by the way, this image would also or possibly be the 1st T-shirt


Pez Outlaw Diary

Walking Quietly With Horse's #pezoutlaw #hollywood @pezoutlaw

last summer's wildflower test plot. next year 3 more plots.
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Every so often we all just need to pause, take a moment n a breath.
I refuse to be changed by things I can not control.
What I can control is how I view the world and how I choose to walk through it.

My chore day with the horses usually starts at 2pm when Billy dog just can't take it anymore.
So we suit up, cold and mudd gear, out we go.

The very first thing I always see is (horses) Roby, Bow, Cowboy and Marni Marrie bitching me out.
Basically saying, Where you been Dude we want our sweet cake.

Off I go to the warehouse where the hay is stored. It takes 9 bales minimum per day to feed this bunch. I load the tractor n over again to the old barn.

Paco is still running things in his pen but I've noticed Johnny is a bit less intimidated.
The Old Man will never challenge Paco, it just isn't in his nature.
I think when Red moves in that things will settle down.
It's a numbers game Red will most likely ally with Johnny n the Old Man.
At that point I think Paco will be a little more live n let live about things.

Cowboys pen is fine, He's got two female horses.
Of all the horses Cowboy gives me the hardest time.
The mouth on that boy would make you shrink. 

That said the 3 best horses on the farm are Cowboy, Johnny, and Red.
All 3 have purest souls of any horses I've ever met.
They are friendly, open. Zero damage/no baggage.

Bow n Robby are getting on OK.
Bow pushes at Robby some but Robby is a pretty big guy, that's not gonna last long.

Then we get to Aunt B.
Aunt B/Honey B moved in with old Busta when we had to annul her marriage to Bow.
Man that was a toxic relationship. Honey tends to bring the harsh out in bow.
Poor ole Honey just can't seem to get old Buster going.
Buster is a big red horse, with a pretty laid back personality.

Honey B picks her men, they really don't have any say in the matter.
B latches on to the male horse she likes in the pen and shooo's any female competition away.
Like it or not Busta is married now. Actually true to his nature, I just don't think he gives a damn.

If you've checked out the Barrel Book you will know that I make all my own mangers out of 55 gallon plastic barrels and hay bags.
They're actually quite cool. Lately though Honey B has a new game called tip the feeder over.
I get it, then she can get at the hay without having to fight the haybag.
So yesterday I cut a 4 inch hole in the base of the one she was tipping over. I added a bucket of 2 inch stones to what was already there.
True to her nature B tipped over the other manger. Nice! Guess you know what I'll be doing this afternoon.

I walk between two worlds. Pez Outlaws world and the simple life I live here on the farm.
I just didn't want to talk about all that other stuff today.
Wanted to keep it simple.

A House keeping note.
If you follow me on twitter and a bunch of your posts are in Arabic. I can not follow you back.
I have no way of knowing what's being said.

Pez Outlaw Diary 

Free Horses n Dogs #pezoutlaw #hollywood @pezoutlaw

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I sometimes think that if we aren't careful we are gonna go bankrupt from Free Horses n Dogs.
There seems to be no end to the number of good Horses n Dogs that need a home.

Three of my Dogs are Free Dogs, translation Dog's that needed a home.
Meaning over half the Dogs that live here were "rescues".
Technically 1/2 the horses 9 out of 18 that live here are also "rescues". 
I say technically because Johnny Cash is  owned by Clinton County Handicapped Riding.
We feed n take care of Johnny for them.

The other 8 horses were given to us to give them a good home.
The Old Man, Cowboy, Duncan, Wendy, Paco, Honey B, Red and Tricky.
The last thing in the world we ever need to do is pay money for a Horse.  

Red is the latest "free" Horse. He needs medical care (eye issue) but I believe that he's a really good horse.
Cowboy n Duncan were #14 and #15 on a horse pile fighting over not much food.
When we got them they needed groceries STAT.
Cowboy n Dunky are awesome looking Horses now.

Free Horses usually have an issue you need to fix but 3 (cowboy, red n johnny) of the purest soul horses I've ever met came from our willingness to accept "FREE Horses". 

One guy deserved his Gold Watch, the Old Man.  He's 35 years old.
It enriches your soul to pay the debt owed a horse for a lifetime of work.

The next "free Horse" is supposed to arrive the day after Christmas.
Man I just don't know? I think the Inn might be full.
The latest way that they show up is a request for temporary board that turns into a plea to take the hose.

So NO, we do not buy horse's anymore. There are just way to many good horse's pleading for a good home. 

Four of the animals that live here asked me personally if they could live here, two dogs Pinky n Billy and 2 horses Johnny n Red. I just can't find it in my heart to say no when they ask. 
What are you gonna do? We figure out a way to make it work.

People lie, animals don't. On that note Billy Dog says it's chore time.

Free Horse Update

I'm just recovered from my Holiday present, The Flu.
For Five days my body rejected any thought of normalcy.
This left me dull witted n gloomy.

The horses n dogs as always are my salvation.
There world keeps turning, so familiarity of purpose takes over.
Sometimes I wonder but there example provides clarity.

For a few days the headcount of horses reached 19.
That was due to the arrival of Jimmy, Red n Tenny.
More free horses than 1 feller knows what to do with.

So we shared the wealth.
Kathy contacted Rachel.
Rachel found a good home for Wendy.

Ahhh! Back to 18.
New problem, Marni Marrie comes in at night n that means Smokey/cowboy would be alone at night.
Red needs a pen? Hmmm.

You see organizing pen-mates is not a haphazard thing.
A lot of thought about personalities goes into it.
These decisions are above my pay grade.

Red is an open friendly boy, put him in the wrong pen n that innocents could be damaged.
Cowboy said he'd be fine coming in at night.
Hey, what do I know. Maybe Cowboys right.

Sick, rain, snow or cold chores must be done.
The fact that the horses count on me, keeps me going even when my mind has doubts.

I hope they follow through n actually do make the Pez Outlaw movie.
This year (2016) will most likely tell the tale, otherwise it'll cost them another $5,000.
Realistically though I'm not sure how much it will affect me if they do.

I play with the idea for fun.
Though it seems like I've been waiting a lifetime for Pez Outlaw to finish his adventure.

The randomness is intended.
I try not to reread what I write.
I want the thought to stay in it's moment.

One thing is most definitely true.
I do not live up to the hopes n expectations of Billy Dog.
Billy Dog has crazy BIG Dreams n Hopes.

Pez Outlaw Diary 

Sunday, January 24, 2016

RED ALERT! #pezoutlaw #hollywood @pezoutlaw

Bad guys. I might be gone 2hrs but Billy n Po are still here. 
What an odd thing to say n you know, Why?
I've heard that Bad guys watch facebook for openings to do evil.
The comment was more a statement of the times we live in, than actual worry.

Yesterday I had to go away for a while, prompting the post.
Leaving the farm is rare n strange for me. 
My habit now is to talk about what's on my mind or what I'm doing.
So I posted about driving the tractor over to Josh's to do the job.

Once I mentioned my impending absence, it got me thinking about this.
We live in strange times where people troll the internet for victims.
Oh you're gonna be gone, cool time to rob you.
Vulnerable emotionally, time to be a little troll.

I really feel bad for people who fall victim to these things.
So far to my amazement, bad people steer clear of me.
Not clear on why that is, but very grateful for it.
After all when you open yourself online you do become vulnerable.

One reason might be that bad people avoid crazy.
Might be like oil n water, OK that works for me.
Another might be purpose.
I Like "friends" n "followers", but I do not crave them.

My purpose here is singular.
I write for me not approval.
I do it in the open as a purge.
I do not fear the truth about myself.

I recognize my n your perceptions are different.
Thing is in my world, I only need mine.
I support you having yours, just keep it to yourself.
Detours to my train of thought serve no useful purpose.

You wanna go on about me in your circle.
That's cool, tare it up, have a good time.
I could care less.
I only have to deal with what stands in front of me.

I refuse to be sucked into foolish.
Your drama is, Your Drama.
There are a lot of strange n weird things, I do not understand.
You know what, I feel no overpowering need to either.

I've reduced my worlds size.
Bad guys try to enter it n they will be met with a very big stick.
Po, Bill n very soon new Rudy look very dimly on things that do not conform.
My Dog's n I like the natural flow, irregular is met sternly.

Old Rudy used to have a Joke.
Rudy used to look at me n say, "We gonna have to dig a hole?"
Old Rudy had a very dark sense of humor.
That one's for Jeff.

My neighbor once said, Jesus man what are you expecting?
Not expecting anything, I just sleep better prepared.
Funny thing, he was the one person Old Rudy really disliked.
Talk about a dog with a grudge. 

My Bull Mastiff's really do not bark, like never.
Old Rudy had only one person that set her off.
Never knew why, figured she had her reasons.

There was not one thing about Old Rudy that I didn't love.
Hopefully New Rudy is just like her.
Till then Bill n Po are gonna have to carry things.
The upshot, Bad Guys need not apply.

Billy Dog update.
Billy is beginning to come into her own.
I really like what she's beginning to show me.
I actually think she's going to be a very good dog.

Billy reminds me of Soupy, but in a better mood. 
I think Billy is the Dog Soupy was in her dreams.
Soupy had a lot of body, mobility issues.

Soup slept 90% of the time.
I watched her dreams of running jumping n playing.
This time as Billy she gets to do it in the real world.
Billy is Soupy's alter ego.

I don't care for your reality, I'll take my fantasies, Thank you very much. 
I believe what I like, it comforts me.
You can keep your reality, it's not all it's cracked up to be. 
In my reality Pez Outlaw becomes a Hollywood Movie. 

Also in my reality my dogs come back to me in another life. 
Very soon Rudy will come back to me n I can't wait. 
I've missed her deeply. 
I'm not gonna play games, this time I'm just gonna call her Rudy.

Funny thing, I knew Boomie wasn't coming back.
Boomie was Rudy's predecessor. 
Boomie was finished with this world.
I knew it was my privileged to share her last time here.

Soupy n Rudy, Oh hell no.
This was not there last time here.
No way they were finished. 
Those 2 knuckleheads had a lot more to do.

A letter to my Big Red Dog (Bull Mastiff)
gone 2 or 3 yrs now.

Rudy I gotta tell you, Billy is finding it very hard to live in your shadow.
You'd have been proud of her last night though.
I let her out to do a run last night when the other guys said something was not right outside.

Billy went straight at the problem with purpose n dedication.
I know you would have thought maybe less barking n quit all the bouncing around, but that aside she did a very good job, with zero hesitation.

Seriously Rudy nobody except Boomie could ever live up to the stealth that was your way of doing things.
Proby is still Po, never was intended that she would ever fill your shoes.
So Billy is going to have to fill in til you return.

Some time in the next year I'm gonna contact a breeder to see if we can find you.
I'm gonna send them a picture of you so they can look at the litter better.
I'll tell them, I want the doggiest female pup you've got, big, dominant n fearless.
Once the breeder spots you, I want them to start calling the puppy Rudy immediately.
I think I'm gonna tell them that I'll pay extra if she gets an extra meal as often as possible.
I'd rather she came here plump n well fed knowing she had all the protein possible for a good start.

New Rudy will have big shoes to fill but with your guidance n some help from Proby I think you will be able to return with ease.
Proby's one job has been to maintain the link of knowledge n pass it on.
The minute New Rudy meets Todd n she barks at him I'll know you made it.
Rudy you never told me, What exactly was the thing you had against Todd anyway?

We retell the story of how you silently saved Pinky that night quite often.
Those coyote's/raccoon's never knew what hit them.
What they did know was that the hand of God was about to touch them through you.
I have honestly never seen anything as beautiful as how quietly you handled that.
Your legend lives on.

Rudy, I was thinking this morning about somebody I'm still pissed at n It reminded me of you n how you held grudges.
Which by the way is gonna be tricky this time around, because we now have a tiny Dachshund Pup who runs things round here now.
Rudy, you're gonna need to let that go this time around, because Mom really loves Puddy.

My hope Rudy is that you will be able to help me square ole Billy away.
I understand that you're gonna need to lay her down a couple of times til she understands the way things are done.
I'll look the other way.
I enjoy Billy but she does need a few rough edges smoothed.

Rudy I can not tell you how many times Proby has asked me when you're coming home.
Proby is getting tired of dogs that make no sense to her. 
Billy might as well be speaking a foreign language.
I just keep telling Proby, soon Po, very soon Rudy will be home again.

Rudy, I miss your companionship deeply. 
I remember working with Larry up on that High Roof of the Arena, to high to be honest.
The thing that comforted me was wherever I was on that roof if I looked over the edge, there you were on the ground waiting for me.
I also remember how every so often you'd start barking n Larry would start laughing n say Todd's here.
note: other than Todd Rudy really never barked. It used to piss Todd off cause he knew she only barked at him.
Good Times, Good Times.

I write this letter to give Rudy's spirit a heads up.
Boomie was a Buddha, her time on earth was done.
I knew that sharing Boomie's last time on Earth with her was a privileged and to accept that she would not be returning.
Rudy on the other hand as fine a dog as she was, was not quite finished, so my prayer is she will return to me.


The other day I spent a couple hours on my back underneath El Diablo studying n fixing.

The very cool n touching part was this.
I hadn't been on my back under the garden tractor long at all, when Po came over n laid on the ground beside my legs.

Po, Proby is my brindle Bull Mastiff. When she laid down next to me to comfort n keep watch for me. It was like all her predecessors had come by for a symbolic visit. In that one instinctive action on her part I could see Soupy, Cheeka n Rudy.

Po touched my heart in that moment with her unconditional love.
She helped me keep my head right just laying there next to my legs.

Pez Outlaw Diary

Saturday, January 23, 2016

The Difference #pezoutlaw #hollywood @pezoutlaw

Parties that might get pissed. Read the whole thing first. 
It's a whole thought not any individual sentence.

The difference to me is.
Commit to a goal 100% which is to the exclusion of everything else.

To many people get pushed n pulled in every direction by others with needs n wants.

No, focus in on what you want n put in the time, 3 to 4 hours every day for well over a decade.

Someone says, sign here then step back, we got it.
All your dreams are now gonna come true.
Meanwhile I have to go shovel horse shit.

We didn't get here by me waiting.
A contract is only a maybe.
Just like Pez Outlaw Diary was only a maybe.

Never lay back n just hope.
You keep fighting till success is in your hand.

Plenty of time to rest later. 
Remember, once you've won, Don't Try To Wear it, because your creation is not gonna fit.
Let it move along on it's own n you move along on your own.
You are you n it is it.
Watch it, joy at it's reality, but know the difference.

Pez Outlaw Diary

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Not a hill I want to die on. #pezoutlaw

I call Billy Dog a Danish Mastiff. Great Dane's were created by the Danish by crossing a MASTIFF with a Grey Hound. Hence to me, a Danish Mastiff.

Billy likes to dig holes. Lots of them n all over the place.
Spring n Fall are hole digging season.
During summer months Billy lets gardens grow, so as you might expect she gets very excited when Hole Season starts in the Fall.

(totally off topic. gardens etc. Proby Dog Mastiff loves Taters. Nothing makes Po happier than if you dig up a tater n toss it to her. well false Crazy Bread is her favorite. so taters n Crazy Bread.)

I just finished leveling off a spot n by evening Billy had already dug in it.

Was talking about it with one of the ladies that come here.
I told her it just wasn't a hill I was prepared to die on.

Billy has turned into a really wonderful dog n we got her here keeping almost all of the puppy.
this is always my goal.

Training dogs for cohabitation has changed radically for me over the last 40 years.
I now train conversationally. I work every day all day on n off with the dogs. I no longer care how long it takes. Quick fixes are easy but usually damage the puppy within.

With dogs, horses, children whatever, you have to decide what's important n what is not.
Dogs love to digg holes, Do I really want to live n die on that hill. NO!

Though I will have playful low volume continuous conversations about those holes.
To which Billy will just say as she peers up out of one, but it's just so much fun.

Billy Dog, HERO!

It's a Bird. It's a Plane. Nope it's Billy Dog.

Billy Dog has been after me to tell her story.
I swear she's going to be basking in the glow of this one for a long time.
Billy Dog wants a red cape.

Yesterday I was telling you how Johnny n The Old Man (horses) moved in with Paco.
Well every night The Old Man (35 year old Arab) comes in to his stall.
He needs the peace n quiet of a good nights sleep, not having to watch his back.
Also being a rather old horse he needs special food to maintain good condition.
I call it his grandpa food, 2 scoops of senior, 1 scoop strategy plus a good flake of second cutting tucks him in just right for the night.

OK that's the why, now the how.
Remember The Old Man and Johnny are in with Paco who's in a mood.
The first night I go out to get the Old Man, he n john hustle into the entry stall.
Both just shaking. (note the Old Man and Johnny are big horses, Paco is a pony)
I'm busy trying to get just one out the slider.
Long story short, The Old Man puts me into the wall.
Billy Dog comes up over the wall teeth bared, the harshest bark she can muster.
No contact was made, I won't allow that but talk is fine.

I'm fine, I'm not an easy guy to break.
Like I said if you take a broad view of Billy Dogs response to my predicament, there was a lot of good in it. I want to take a year or so to hopefully guide her instincts to measured usefulness.

Billy Dog is already picking up a lot.
When cars go by n we are outside she Po n I all pause to carefully watch them go by.
My thoughts are this. Evil Doers will just take one look at me and the dogs n decide that the dogs and I are just more trouble than it's worth.

Billy Dog is showing a lot of promise at just under 3 years old.
I just need to help her make some choices.

Billy Dog Update

The last few days Billy has hit one of those points in need of guidance that happen with dogs.
My son just walked into the house n she questioned if her response should be more aggressive.
A guy brought over some hay yesterday, again she questioned herself, should I be more aggressive.

These types of moments determine a dogs behavior for the rest of there life.
Miss them n you become that person that tells me. My dog is nippy, to aggressive, what can I do.
Always followed by, your dogs are so good.

I have had dogs my entire life, I notice micro expressions on a dogs face instinctively that most people miss. So when one of my dogs asks me a question about there role or proper response to a situation. I give them guidance.

Dogs are not a when you got the time deal. You need to be able to train at a moments notice n it's always on there timetable.

I explained to Billy, plenty of time to kill them later if they go wrong. Don't tip your hand early.
Be friendly but watch. Bad me, I say these things in front of people, probably shouldn't do that.
Thing is, Billy is a Great Dane, you have to teach her this. A Bull Mastiff knows it instinctively.

Billy is a terrific dog, I appreciate the fact that she asked me what she should do.
Good dogs ask, you must listen.
Miss the question n behavioral patterns are set.

For those of you that think you can not hear a dog talk to you.
My response is you're right n that's because you are not listening.
For those of you that think your dog can not understand you.
Trust me, my dogs understand me, playing dumb is not an option.
I spend every day from the day they arrive at my home listening to them n talking to them.

My goal is to preserve as much of the puppy as possible in the adult dog.
To achieve the perfect natural dog that understands cohabitation.

The number of people that tell me that my dogs are so good, then go into how messed up there dog or there kids dog is, truly amazes me.
Always followed by, any advice?
In my mind I always think. How would or could I go back to when the dog first entered your home n correct all the mistakes you made. Instead I just smile n suggest an obedience class.

Pez Outlaw Diary

Monday, January 18, 2016

With A Little Help From My Friends. #pezoutlaw #hollywood @pezoutlaw

This post is actually a revisit of, Know Your Job, Do Your Job. Nothing Is More Important.

Last night we finished the day at 8pm. I was in the shower washing it off when Kathy came in saying one of the ladies that come here just called. She was phoning from outside to tell us hay had just arrived.
I started getting pissed. Kathy said oh he's just gonna leave it, you can do it tomorrow.

Hay is a funny thing. Besides being a Zen activity, it has a way of coercing you to finish it. Simply so you can walk away with the pride of , "Yes We put away 2 wagons of hay last night."
The brag of accomplishment is uttered by each involved the next.

Took me a minute to get my head on right. Know Your Job, Do Your Job. Nothing Is More Important.

My job is to do exactly this. 
I deal with hay 3 times. 
I Put the hay away, get it out n feed horses, then pick up there poo. 

Susan, Sloan, Moriah n I had it in the building in one hour. Kathy moved the wagons around. 
FYI, there was a touch of REDNECK involve in getting the hay outa the wagon. Just ask Susan n Sloan.

We used the put it on the carts, run it inside n dump it method. It's a good size building. It used to be my warehouse for the "collectibles" I used to sell. Now it's mostly the hay building n work shop.

I will take the next few days to check moisture content, (defines how I stack it) to put the hay away.


Know Your Job, Do Your Job. Nothing Is More Important

I work for Kathy so just get on with it Buddy n shut up. 

I was talkin with Billy Dog n Pinky this morning n we all agreed. Our job is to protect n do what Mom says. 

That n this thing here, Whatever this is? 

One in 1 Billion facebook users, kinda make ya proud, huh.

Pez Outlaw Diary


Wednesday, January 6, 2016

OH, Hell No! #pezoutlaw #hollywood @pezoutlaw

The year of my birth was 1951 in Michigan, Pez Outlaw was born in Canada in 1992.
Let's take the Way-Back Machine to about 1992.
Truthfully that's about when my pez journey began and the year Pez Outlaw was born.
Pez Outlaw was born out of the same Bootlegging tradition of importing product from Canada that was a, no no? 
If it was good enough for old Joe Kennedy, it's good enough for Pez Outlaw.

I was still working in the shop n we were still living in the old house.
My trips to Canada buying Pez had just begun.

This story is mostly about the old house we used to live in for 20 years up by the road.
The old house was the most God awful wreck of a nightmare you ever would wish on someone.
We'll just leave it at that.

After 1992 the Pez money started rolling in, so we bought us a brand new house that rolled up on wheels.
Once the new house got here, we took the wheels off n put her on the brand new basement.
Which gave us the new problem of how to get rid of the old house.

The Fire Department offered to burn her down n use it for training.
Done, Have fun guys.
Kathy n I took off, hitting the road no doubt to sell pez.

Everybody seemed quite puzzle that Kathy n I did not care to be here to say goodbye to the old house.
A big ole, Hell No! 
We told them, that old house was a nightmare, good riddens.

When we got home a few days later, the old house was gone.
I heard it was a really cool fire, they started it n put it out may times before they ended it.
A good time was had by all.
We called Miller n in a half a day, he had her buried.

That was about 25 years ago.
The new problem is our house that came on wheels.
I'm hoping to do something on that with the Movie n Book money.

This post was an attempt at pointing out a transition point in Kathy n my life. 
I think we got one more in us, hopefully.

Pez Outlaw Diary

Monday, January 4, 2016

Are we who we think we are or are we who others see? #pezoutlaw #hollywood @pezoutlaw

Dude, Who Are You?

After writing my last post I started wondering, who am I?

I thought I was a conservative with strong Libertarian leanings.
Then I think about the topics of some of my posts n I have no Idea.

Sometimes I fear I sound like an Anarchist.

Stock Market, Reality Check.
Guilt Trip, Only $19.95.
Then there's the whole big corporation crushing the little guy of.
Pez Outlaw Diary

I think the safest thing to do is write from my heart/mind n leave it to the reader to decide.

Are we who we think we are or are we who others see?

OR, Just Crazy.

For those keeping score. Approx 20,000 views of Notes From The Asylum in the last month.
Yes, Like my old dog Rudy, I do keep score.
Rudy passed 2 years ago, but she is still with me.

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Saturday, January 2, 2016

Crazy But Prolific, Dial It Up #pezoutlaw #hollywood @pezoutlaw

Kinda an Oxymoron, of course a crazy person is gonna be prolific.
Besides, what else I got to do here in the Asylum.

I've been tossing this one around in my head for a week now. Mostly the title n wondering how I get there from the title. He's Crazy But Damn Is He Prolific.

The easy answer is that crazy is the gift that just keeps giving.
A bottomless pit of...........

I get some of my best ideas in the bathroom. The shower is my dream space.

You'd think writing 3 to 4 of these a day would be impossible, but so far they seem to just pour out.

Do I care if these posts only amuse or tickle me? No.

I do this to occupy my mind to keep it engage n from turning to mush.
If people like my posts, BONUS. So far indications are that people do.
15,000 views of Notes From The Asylum in the last 30 days.

Mentally I checked into this, Notes From The Asylum, to keep me from tinkering anymore with Pez Outlaw Diary.

Figuratively I'm in the waiting room on a decade long project. Notes From The Asylum are my doodles while I wait. It could be a year n a half. So I'm trying to make myself comfortable with the schedule.

Here's what happened.
At a point I realized that it was greedy of me to keep all this lovely crazy for myself.
What kind of person would I be if I was not willing to share.
So I created Notes From The Asylum to invite you all to share in my bounty.
To do otherwise would be to act like a 1%er of crazy.

It's only fare that I share.
After all we live in the new sharing society.

Did anyone else see that?
The picture at the top of this page just moved.

Dial It Up

Crazy is my business.

The only thing I was told when events set in motion was. Dial It Up.
I'm not sure that they realized exactly what there request was about to unleash.

Shortly after that statement I created Notes From The Asylum.
To date the most viewed endeavor I have ever started at as today 70,000 views in 4 months.
In my little world very big numbers.

I was just reading something about someone who took on a rich n powerful entity.
My immediate thought was, Oh my that would be a very rough go indeed.
Then the irony washed over me, right I have been doing that for over 2 decades.
One big difference though, the actress who was up against a rich n powerful entity had one huge disadvantage, she is a sane person. So things bother her and the rules can get in her way.
In a lot of ways being crazy gives me an edge, because I don't care what anybody thinks of me.
My only focus or concern is on the goal.
So Pez Corp. I hope you brought lots n  lots of crayons.

Like Sheldon TV has always been a friend, a refuge at the end of the day.
Unfortunately, TV of late has not been able to compete with my imagination on quality.

I Am Pez Outlaw, Crazy is the Brand. #pezoutlaw #hollywood
How am I doing guys? No, not you, THEM. 
Are you getting your money's worth? 
500. OK, I'm done for now. 
It's not a test, your not supposed to understand at least half of it. 

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