The Scowl, A Tribute

Friends and Biatch,

My initial disgust and self-esteem hit by our founder’s placement at the bottom of the barrel has been replaced by firm resolve. The beatles topic, thrown around in the past, always related to music and the circle of friends and so my initial disgust was understandable. Relative to our unsavage bloggery I am still disgusted by the claim of lacking originality and depth. Perhaps my satire goes beyond the understanding of our wise founder. This however, is a separate issue that is related to over-self-awareness and the subsequent sometimes total self-involvement that plagues us all.

The scowl, this one of actor Johnny Lee Miller

**Stoney Note**- Here is a better picture of said scowl.

As the Godfather of my weed soldier with eons more to learn, I birthed the self-proclaimed Stoney. Stoney, you can thank me for this enlightened self-deprecating, self destruction that you now embrace. Without my gentle guidance i wonder where our Prince might have gone.

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Peer pressure is a motherfucker.

As Stoney may or may not know, all of us have a great reverence for him in different ways. In retrospect I have come to realize its manifestation in this endeavor. My banter has escaped him, I know, in my writings because of the sensitive relationship that he and I have come to have with our tested brotherhood. The full details of it are only known to one other. This post was started in defensive passive aggressiveness, but after reflection, has become a tribute and hopeful vehicle for introspection.

My first experience of Stoney was one of jealous and moral ridicule. The quote, “I bet you I can have three girls in here in 30 seconds” and subsequent success, I thought, pitted us on opposite sides of the eternal struggle. With the future understanding of my brother’s psychological cogs I have better comprehended our initial personal encounter. Because of my own insecurities and romantic moral inflexibility, I rejected my brother’s bid to partake in the then sacred ceremony of ganja smoking.

Of course, our friendship blossomed through the beautiful bud and then spawned another to create the original Minstrels. This band of self-aware and insecure merry-men grew and shrunk as others had the patience to get beyond our aloofness and penetrate the unintended exclusive group. The Eastern-American modern jazz band is now defunct, though it survived the petty quibbles of all of its members, only to be destroyed by the individual paths its members took. It was tried and tested in so many ways, including two yokos, one early on and properly addressed, one later, that allowed the small fissure to fester and explode into near total destruction, and another of my own insane creation of true love, displacing feelings of another on a innocent stranger caught in the midst of the tornado.

This forum, organized by our truest sensitive savage, perhaps in hopes of reunion has allowed for us all to once again come together despite the miles that separate us all.

Twitch, though I have never met you, I have heard a few stories and feel some sense of brotherhood in our common experience of the Prince’s rakishness, but look forward to learning about and experiencing someone who is so close to someone who is so close to me.

In closing, I would like to say in the tradition of full disclosure that you former minstrels have been victims to in the past, I love you all dearly.

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4 Responses to “The Scowl, A Tribute”


  1. 1 twizzard June 6, 2007 at 3:22 pm

    We all miss our Rastus/Rake/Peezy/Pinot Grigio/Stoney. If I was not such a bad ass savage that would have made me cry. Thank you for your kind words and acceptance. Good Form, brother.

  2. 2 stoneywageslave June 7, 2007 at 6:20 am

    “My banter has escaped him, I know, in my writings because of the sensitive relationship that he and I have come to have with our tested brotherhood.”

    Your status as Ringo is not linked to my inability to understand your discourses. On the contrary, I would say that I understand them more fully than most, due to our parallel learnings and explorations.

    As a true Beatlehead, how could you rip Ringo so hard too? Bottom of the barrel? That’s absurd. The Beatles were not born until Pete Best got kicked out and Ringo joined. There are a lot of similarities between your movement on this site, and Ringo’s joining the band. Ringo was late to the show, but the show didn’t really start until he got there anyway. Same with you.

    Also, you are like Ringo because you are a whiny biotch, complaining about your chosen roll in the crew. I consider this post your Octopus’s Garden.

    Shut the fuck up and keep the beat, dickweed. Where would we be without Dankiel?

  3. 3 suityourself June 7, 2007 at 3:45 pm

    haha octopus’s garden!! hahahaha i suggest he change his name to sensi-dankkkkk….

  4. 4 dankknuggets June 8, 2007 at 1:11 am

    stoney, check your stoney email


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