Ahem.
You may notice that The Brotherhood Online has undergone a little makeover.
This was largely inspired by my borrowed car getting a little makeover itself today.
You gotta love froo froo sorority types and their luxury sedans, completely oblivious
to the laws of traffic and physics.
Wasn't it just the other day that I made a comment about BAD female drivers? Yeah...this
was definitely one of the bad ones.
So, it's indeed true...since my prophetic return, the dark forces poisoning The Gate City's
otherwise celebrated integrity are indeed collaborating to bring an untimely end to The Legendary
Nate Rose.
All I can hope is that when they capture me, Brooks can use his ranger skills to track me and
Kildoo can use his powers of strength to break my bonds...barehanded. All this, of course, just
in time to save me from "The Wheel" where the villians would attempt to rob me of my last
threads of dignity.

Anyway. Moving on. My day was awesome mostly...and it was mostly awesome, mostly because
a) I am the pimp at job interviews
b) similarly, a livable wage seems attainable soon enough
c) (hehe, check it out, this is where it gets good) I totally got a visit from Julie today,
and she hung out with me through my whole dinner break. That just made my day right there,
you know...

Oh, yeah, continuing with my story,
about villians and such...
My return experience here (What I like to call Greensboro Pt. 2)...(Ok, I don't really call it that)
has been great. Really good. I mean, compared to basic training? Pshaw. I have no rivals! It's
really weird. There's no one here that I could conflict enough with to want to spar using the butt-end
of an M-16. The level of stress is so low. I mean, granted, there are things where I could see
potential problems developing, but...for the most part, me and the Greensboro collective are cool.
Way cool.
And if we're not...like, if someone did have beef with me, and I didn't know it, and
it wasn't the beef that's what's for dinner...I'd be willing to talk it out.

Man.

Peace out, holmes's.

I just had a thought...
Does anyone that I don't know read "The Brotherhood...Online"? Cause if so, and you're thinking from reading my posts, "man, what an awesome guy this Nate character must be", then...thanks!
However, it goes, yeah, I'm pretty slick online, and even more of the sweeter deal in person, cause it's just guaranteed you're gonna be awesome when the Ultimate Cool of the likes of Mikey, John, and Kildoo rubs off on you like the beads of sweat from their fearsome brows.
As "the runt" of the pack I have always felt some preclusion to catch up with them in terms of girth, masculineness, and esoterically sound sarcasm. For whatever it's worth, maybe I've started to break even, what with discovering my power and killing nature over the last 3 months.
So anyway...it's good to be back in the land where The Brotherhood was born, and to have spent a good night with my fellow Brothers watching Kill Bill Vol. 2 (and for that matter, the night before watching vol. 1), and enjoying all the other things that took place as well. I am pretty excited about next weekend...it will be legendary. We four will all be relocating temporarily to Virginia. Surely you never thought it would happen! Lo, pity your own foolish mind. And feel free to feel sorry for yourself as you miss out on things like gun shops and naval warships...and crazy Virginians.
Well, as I said the other night, and as a reminder to all you folks who may just be getting to know me and my charming perspective on life, I'm sorry, but I can't be your friend. It just won't work, cause I've got way too many, and my roster is full. This kind of thing just seems to happen sometimes.
But you can still be eligible to be "an acquaintance"...you'll enjoy all the same benefits, including holiday pay and dental insurance, except sometimes I may not acknowledge that you exist. Who knows though...you can always hope for a falling out to happen between me and some third-tier friend...I will be placing my acquaintances onto my friends list on a first come first serve basis.

This post goes out to all ye butt rockers. Sweet cherry pie. Oui Oui.

a portion of john and my conversation before bed...

john: "so did you want battlefield: vietnam next week...?"
mikey: "you mean, when you head out?"
john: "yeah, i thought if you wanted it i might just leave it down here..."
mikey: "well, if mark doesn't want it, then sure... i mean, i prolly won't buy it cause i am not gonna play it competitively and i barely have time as it is to play battlefield -- because of this thing i like to call a 'GIRLFRIEND'..."
john: "ok, so just cause you found this WONDER WOMAN, that has all the 'FEATURES' of a female, and manages to not 'PISS YOU OFF', doesn't mean you can rub it in..."
mikey: "BAM!"

as always, keepin it real... REAL real...

Just a heads up...
Man let me share my preliminary excitement as in regard to May 23rd. This will be the 3rd time I have seen In Flames, and the first time they have played a NC venue in over 3 years. Also, I am excited to find out they are again touring with Killswitch Engage, a band who is pretty mighty on stage themselves. Look forward to metal-tasticness...I may even come out of "too-cool-slightly-older-scenester-who-stands-non-chalantly-at-the-back-of-the-room-looking-disinterested" retirement just to mosh it up with whoever. Hot dang.

Peace,
Nate

Man. What the deuce?
I wish I had the Crown Vic back. Every time I drive that forsaken Mustang to pick someone up on campus, all the ladies heads roll. Plus like, every jerkoff in a crapped up Alero or some tricked out Civic wants to put down on the gas next to me at the stoplight.
I wish I had stuck to my original plan of riding a bike everywhere. It would fit my nature.
Yeah, I saw Jon Brande today, much to my surprise. He's still in his first few weeks of retirement, and he's looking good. I wish I had retired again for a little while instead of going right back to Chick Fila. December was good, it gave me a chance to hippie it out and grow my stubble out for a couple weeks-I desperately need a similar opportunity again.
Or at least, a year or two to write my book.
Anyway. Dang, does it feel weird to be back here? Yer dern right. Add to it that I haven't seen a whole lot of people since I hit the ground running, working every day this week. But chances are, if you are missing me, you can find me at Chick Fila being too witty for customer satisfaction.
Oh yes, I am still missing some folks, so you better hurry in my general shout-out direction.
Plus if you act now you can still see me hobble around on a quasi-gimp leg.

I'm out,
Tomorrow,
All sides reunite,
My crew rolls deep on the legendary level.

Nate

Oh yeah, so continuing with my story...
I last saw Bucky at the Greyhound station where he in a very gentlemanly sort of way unloaded my bag from the trunk of the cab (a '93 Crown Victoria, by the way, I had to applaud him and regale him with my love for The Vic).
The rest of my story is pretty much old news for everyone by now. I got on a greyhound bus headed to Atlanta with Chris, whereupon we sat in the Atlanta station for much upon 2 hours waiting for the Charlotte-bound bus to get a tire fixed. One would wonder if you were to engineer a vehicle having 10 tires, is it possible to run on 9 good ones and one flat? Or better yet...think about the fact that once that one tire is replaced, there's only 9 more that can go bad...
Anyway, after some time wishing I was playing Ms. Pacman instead of eating a 5 dollar gas station quality turkey sandwich, the bus came back gleaming with its northbound, equipped with brand new tire fury, and we hopped on.
One reststop later, and I had my Wendy's fix for the first time months.
After a couple more hours, we had made the complete journey from Hotlanta to Charnothotte.
I still have to hold Charlotte as the one NC city I straight up hate. No apparent reason why...
Anyway, good thing I only had to stay at that bus station for an hour. Chris left on the first bus going north, which I didn't get on because it was stopping in Winston-Salem, but not Greensboro. I had to wait for the next line, and while waiting I was approached by two older folk (somewheres around the age of 30) who evidently spent their college years snorting coke, because they couldn't figure out how to read bus numbers.
All this to say I finally got on the bus, to discover to my amusement that I was darn near the only white guy on the bus except for this punk rock girl, who scared me. The rest were a strangely energetic bunch of middle aged African American folk. Strangely energetic, for it being a bus ride at 11:30 at night. Needless to say, it was a 2 hour trip filled with quirky humor, storytelling, and a polyrhythmic aura.
All this to say, I made it home on a Thursday night/early Friday morn to an awaiting family.

I have come to reclaim the throne of Greensboro and to smite the foes of cool.
So if you didn't know I was back, now it's official for you. As to the entire story...it's a saga for certain, the reason for my reluctant return a book in itself.

What really tickled my pickle today was having yet another run in with The Most Notorious and Sleaziest Cab Driver in the World, (whom I shall christen as "Bucky", for lack of a more appropriate name). What tickled my pickle further was finding out that Bucky also runs a carnival during the summer months with his likely-to-be-just-as-notorious-and-sleazy-brother, and that he's been "all up n' down the east coast"...including my hometown. I politely affirmed...in my head I was shuddering.
But despite the fearsome 2 foot long mullet that Bucky sports, and his preclusion towards the odder occupations held in society (he's a f#$@in' carnie for cryin' out loud), there is something strangely charming and moreover, fascinatingly humorous about him.
And nothing like headbanging to classic rock with some over-the-hill-taxi driver.
So yeah. Today was my second full-on adventure with Bucky...several weeks ago he took myself and some friends to the main post...today he took me and Chris to Best Buy, where indeed, I purchased the new In Flames, new Blindside, and new All Out War. I feel some metal goodness. This post to be continued, for now I must pass out...

to keep up the spiceyness, here is a little something for all you "playa's"...

Your Pimp Name

as always, keepin it real... REAL real...

to spice things up a little bit - i thought i would grace all of our lucky readers (both of you) with some of john's un-copyrighted poetry. since i know it has been in high demand, i say, heck, share it with a freind... nothing says loving like a haiku from the son of pete...

Beetle stick up yours
Sits on lap in the sunshine
Ron Jeremy o’there

Hair on fire ow
Slap a jap, spit in my eye
Walt Whitman love me

I’m so sexy keep
You are way too funny bonk
Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop

This thing I have thoughts
I have made a conclusion
I hate hate hate hate you

Skeletor has three
Syllables for me to use
I hate you mikey

ah, the brilliance... i am sorry laura, but THAT is poetry :-)

as always, keepin it real... REAL real...