A word to the ‘Wise

All that previous talk of pennies got me to thinking about a little halloween sitch that took place many years back.  I must have been about 11 or 12, I suppose.

Anyway, I had several friends over and we watched your typical round of Halloween classics, i.e. Evil Dead 2, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and last but certainly not least, Stephen King’s “IT“.

Now, I certainly appreciate the attempt to make “IT” into a feature length motion picture.  Such a voluminous book and sprawling plot must make for a daunting cinematic production (I can’t even imagine how frustrating the four part miniseries of The Stand was to make).  Not to mention, Tim Curry’s portrayal of Pennywise the Clown was the fucking lick!

"Hey kid, we all float down here. We float boats, air biscuits, etcetera."

"Why the fuck can't I keep the lyrics to 'Sweet Transvestite' out of my head?!"

So, we watched all of these movies and eventually all dozed off, on the love seat, floor, bed and whatever else adorned my father’s garage apartment at the time.

I awoke in the wee hours(pun always intended), nature beckoning me to the pisser. I lifted the lid, pee pee all ready for expulsion, when when what to my sleep heavy eyes should appear, but a slowly unraveling tuft of red hair. I pissed all over the tank, the magazine rack, everywhere but where I should have, mesmerized and shocked shitless by the fact that Pennywise had been lurking my dad’s john.

I never asked my father if he put the shit there, but I have my suspicions. Pops loves Halloween. With all the lunatics currently inhabiting the ol’ family home, this one should be a pretty fun time, to be sure.

-Girth

p.s. I found your costume, Kyndal. Your chopping all your hair off and going as Pink: C’mon, the resemblance is fucking uncanny. Admit it.

Good Form, Nestor.

Feeling the fakie 5-0 180 on the bank ledge and that nosegrind pop-out on the fence is the fuckin’ tits:

“He’s very modest, but at the same time he’s very confident.”

“If you say battle he’s like, ‘Well let’s get busy.’”

Grand Master Roc Raida Rest In Peace:

Met the man at an X-ecutioners show at Trees. The Coup opened up. He signed my promo flat.

May 18, 1972 – September 19, 2009

Thanks, Roc. That Poppa Large/JVC Force mix for the Zoo video intro was bonkers.

Two Quick Things

A bent as fuck Iggy Pop wrecking shit in Manchester, ’77:

And a gorgeous little photo of my beauteous first love, Fairuza:

I've loved you ever since Return to Oz. Seriously.

Thanks to Flex Gullrock and the Grimey Retarded fam for the top video. More loveliness sooner than later. Take care all.

-G. Brooks

A Penny Saved…

For some time now I’ve been enrapt in an ongoing quest to fill this old water cooler bottle all the way to the top with only pennies.  You’re probably thinking to yourself right now, “Why, Girth my lad, whatever for?”

Well, you see, my father is an old hand at collecting coins and other such ephemera. He finds them through metal detecting mostly.  Dude goes across the street with his gloves, detector, and antique bayonet for digging, and generally comes back with some pretty interesting shit.  As far as pennies go, he typically concerns himself with wheat pennies, and throws the others my way.   This is but one detector from his arsenal:

This beaut is known as "The Prospector", from the Bounty Hunter "Rescue Team" family of detectors. It's an oldie but goodie, however my father's up on some new hi-tech White brand jumpoff now.

Wheat penny, or a "Wheatie" as my father refers to them.

I’ve come pretty close to topping the thing off on numerous occasions, but always seem to break down and haul the fucker off to Tom Thumb(whose coin counter is completely and totally canked, btw) or the Wal-Mart Market(much better machine, Coinstar, always up and running, choice shit).

I always get the same joke from everyone about saving all my pennies for a rainy day(by the by, that shit is tired, let it sleep, thanks).

Well, it’s been raining quite a bit here in Ft. Worth, so this time rather than save the pennies, I spent the most recent sunny day we had  skating around the Central Market shopping center, throwing them at rich people.

That’s all for now,

<3 Girth

Real Gangsta Ass Niggas Don’t Flex Nuts

Flex Gullrock, champion pose.

This dude has been kickin’ it over at Grimey Retarded quite a bit lately, but he can also be seen dippin’ around the hospital district of Fort Worth and various parts of Dallas and the outlying regions. If you see him out, tell him Girth says stay up. Thanks.

Get Dealt With…

…dealt with quick.

The King, dishing out a healthy spanky. Fucking epic.

Just a reminder, Girth Brooks & Grimey Retarded are always T.C.B.

That is all.

-Girth

P.S.

Someone take me to Granbury,TX so I can procure this poster from one of the diners out there. I fondly recall eating there with my grandmother and one of her friends when I was about 4 or 5. The poster creeped me the fuck out. Now I want that shit in my room.

Magic is fun…

…you’re dead motherfucker!”

“Commit to the joke…

…go throuuuugh the joke, and never ask permission to tell the joke.”

Thank you Kip Adotta! I cherish your humor and wisdom and the Doctor Demento tape I heard you on.

And thank you Dad for showing me this dude way back when.

Pops