We all have skeletons in the closet. Secrets that aren't spoken of in the family about certain situations,events,happenings,life styles-you get the picture.
All families are strange in their own odd little way and deal with their issues in their own ways.
2 years ago,my Uncle committed suicide. Connected a hose to his exhaust,fed it into his car,wound the window up,left the engine running and drifted off into an eternal sleep.
He did this in America where he was living after remarrying a woman no one back here had met and only his children and my grandparents had seen(my grandparents had only seen photos I think).
I'd always seen my Uncle as this cool giant of a guy who had it all. A beautiful wife(my Aunty),he drove a motorbike,had mates who were in the know,played great music(Cheap Trick,Queen etc.)and saw Led Zepplin in concert.
Thanx to the internet,my Aunty left him for another guy she met online.Why,I have no idea. If they were having problems,no one said anything.
I met my Uncle after not seeing him for 12 years after my grandparents passed away within quick succession of each other. We patched up our differences(I like to think)said our goodbyes and parted company for the last time.
One Friday night not long after I got a drunken call(it's how he/we handle things)from my father about his death,but no one knew what the exact circumstances were.
Which brings me here;I still have no idea & would love to get in touch with any family out there who can help me. Erin,Luke,Ryan or Joanne Christensen,anyone. Contact me through these pages.
So the flood Gates have been opened and all but the chosen few of 'us' will drown in a sea of Vista.
Dragon are one of my favourite bands, They're pictured here with Molly Meldrum who through Countdown helped a lot of bands get exposure.
When I was a kid,I wanted to be a vampire. I wasn't too wrapped in the blood sucking part of it. But the fact that you got to live forever,were all powerful,answered to no one(except maybe Lucifer)had nil to be afraid of but dudes named Van Helsing and others who had a cross to bear made this one hell of a cool lifestyle(no pun intended)to me.
RESPECT. That one word sums up everything. Look it up in a dictionary if you don't understand it. If you're invited into someone's house,you use your manners. You don't piss on their floor do ya? So treat this country as if it were someone else's or better still,your own. Remember you were invited here;and if you happen to have been born here you've no excuse for treating your country as a toilet.
What a cool picture. Whoever doctored this deserves praise.
Who can't relate to this. Whenever I'm around alcohol,somehow it always ends up being poured down my throat. Damn that demon drink.
I love Gary Larson's humour. He hits the nail on the head every time.
Now I know I need a new set of choppers,but there is no way in hell that I would be letting this bloke anywhere near me or my remaining good teeth.
Say's it all don't it.
So this is my fav'rite pic. Dali kicks arse man! Even when he 'aint drawing,he's photo's are still ahead of their time. A fooking genius mate! Beeyootiful..
These 2 hounds are my boys. JJ on the left,Kai on the right. They love mud,what more can I say. A picture says a thousand words. If it weren't so cold that day I would've taken them both out the back and hosed them off...they love that too.
