Bear's Lair

I thought "Pizzagate was the end all, the big poppa of Conspiracy theories

Now here's the latest one, are you ready? Here we go.....

I wonder what kinds of drugs is that writer on, I need to try them.

Back when Obama was in the white house and Donald the "supreme ruler" dunce was spreading bullshit about "Obama being born in Kenya" to all the other dunces who believed him. Then it escalated with "Obama is going to enforce sharia law" which terrified the church of the poisoned mind especially since he has a non-'merican sounding name.

I got in a verbal confrontation with this religious whack in Ocean City Maryland a few years ago who was holding a sign and yelling at people that "Obama and Hillary are going to enforce sharia law", I mean he was scaring old ladies. I walked up and asked him "what's the difference between sharia law and a theocracy?" This guy starts yelling about Obama bringing sharia law and making kids read the Koran in schools". "Nope that's not the answer, the answer is the book involved. Sharia law is the Koran, theocracy is the bible. Both say the same thing, both oppress people, religious laws control both governments, both are demeaning and come from the dark ages." The guy gives me a puzzled look and says "but it's sharia law", then I tell him "don't you want abortionists and the ladies who have abortions put to death, gays stoned to death, everything is controlled by the church, anyone who mocks your god get's stoned to death or put in stocks for people to throw things at, God is in the classrooms and everywhere else and the holy book is rammed down people's throats, that's sharia law and it's also a theocracy". He gives me a confused look and resumes to screaming his Obama-is-a-Muslim-and-is-going-to-enforce-sharia-law conspiracy theories at everyone passing by. I thought to myself "there's no reasoning with stupidity".

What I did while out of work during the COVID-19 shutdown.

The first thing I did was get out of bed, take a piss, then brush my teeth, make a cup of coffee and drink it while watching DVD's. Fuck around on the computer, take the dog out to walk and get #1 and 2 out of him, make lunch, eat that, drink more coffee, take a piss, practice my bass, listen to Trump ramble on due to his adderal intake, clean room, get a Slurpee, drove around, came home, wife comes home from work and asks me "what did you do today?" "I took the dog out and drank coffee, watched TV, tried to get the dog to shit but couldn't since he was eating napkins from the trash can and he's stopped up".

What I did on the second day while out of work during the COVID-19 shutdown.

The first thing I did was get out of bed, take a piss, then brush my teeth, make a cup of coffee and drink it while watching DVD's. Fuck around on the computer, take the dog out to walk and get #1 and 2 out of him, make lunch, eat that, drink more coffee, take a piss, practice my bass, listen to Trump ramble on due to his caffeine and sugar intake, clean room, get a Slurpee, drove around, come home, wife comes home from work and asks "what did you do today?". Well I drove around, called my boss, tried to get the dog to shit since he ate hair from the trash can and is constipated".

What I did on the third day while out of work during the COVID-19 shutdown.

The first thing I did was get out of bed, take a piss, then brush my teeth, make a cup of coffee and drink it while watching DVD's. Fuck around on the computer, take the dog out to walk and get #1 and 2 out of him, make lunch, eat that, drink more coffee, take a piss, practice my bass, listen to Trump ramble on like a braindead retard on TV, clean room, 7-11 shut down the Slurpee machine due to the outbreak, drove around, come home, wife comes home from work and asks "what did you do today?". Well I drove around, planted grass where the the yard was damaged from the water pipe being replaced, tried to get the dog to shit since he ate a paper plate from the trash can and is constipated"

What I did on the forth day while out of work during the COVID-19 shutdown.

The first thing I did was get out of bed, take a piss, then brush my teeth, make a cup of coffee and drink it while watching DVD's. Fuck around on the computer, take the dog out to walk and get #1 and #2 out of him, make lunch, eat that, drink more coffee, take a piss, practice my bass, listen to Trump ramble on like a mongoloid on Red Bull on TV, cleaned the garage, Wawa shut down the soda and Icee machines due to the outbreak, drove around, come home, wife comes home from work and asks "what did you do today?". Well I drove around, cleaned the garage, tried to get the dog to shit since he ate a pantie liner from the trash can and is constipated as usual" (I don't know who's more stupid, the dog or Trump).

30 days later....

What I did on the thirty forth day while out of work during the COVID-19 shutdown.

The first thing I did was get out of bed, take a piss, then brush my teeth, make a cup of coffee and drink it while watching DVD's. Fuck around on the computer, take the dog out to walk and get #1 and #2 out of him, make lunch, eat that, drink more coffee, texted the boss, filled out a online form for unemployment, take a piss, practice my bass, listen to Trump ramble on like a coked out dunce on TV about consuming disinfectants to fight the virus and made a fool of himself here and around the world, cleaned our bedroom, nothing is open due to the outbreak except fast food, drove to Wine Spirits & More to get boxes and watched the Delaware cops run out the cars coming in from PA, MD and NJ to buy booze, came home, wife comes home from work and asks "what did you do today?". "Well I drove drove to Wine Spirits & More to get boxes and watched the Delaware cops run out all the cars coming in from PA, MD and NJ to buy booze, cleaned the bedroom, the dog is liquid since he got into the kitchen somehow and ate all the cat's food and he's shitting all over the place".

How is your day?

 Florida has always seemed to be a fucked up place to me starting the moment we pulled up to our house at 5640 SW 37th street. As for as I remember, my grandfather promised my dad this "big 3 bedroom house with a huge yard in a nice neighborhood". My dad took the bait and we moved from California to Florida in the spring of 1969. When we found the location of the neighborhood and pulled up to the house, we found ruins that was a house. The doors, window frames, plumbing, and fixtures were all removed. Great! We traveled across country just to be homeless. Great! Swell! Good one!! Squatters moved in and destroyed the place when they were asked to leave. 

While we were looking for a place to live, one of our neighbors who were snowbirds let us stay in their house until they came back in the fall, then we stayed at our grandfather's house until ours was finished. His house was just rebuilt after it mysteriously caught on fire. After staying in that stinky smoky smelling house for a month, we were ready to move into the house in Hollywood.

That August I started the first grade at Watkins Elementary and felt nervous since I'm from California where things are so different and we had our own lingo and now I'm in this strange new place where certain people talked funny. You would talk to one of those weird kids that has a crewcut and the first thing that came out of his mouth was "you're a faggot 'cause you talk weird" then you got in a fight. One of the other kids referred to the crewcut kids as "rednecks" since they would look for trouble and didn't get along with anyone other than their own kind. I made quite a few friends in first grade including one that I regret.

There was one kid in the class named Dennis who seemed OK, he asked me "if I wanted to come over to his house and play" so naive me said "sure" so I went to Dennis' house to play and watch TV since ours was a ancient POS that didn't have UHF so I thought we could play Hot Wheels and watch channel 23, nope! What happened next was a life changing experience.

Soon as I went to Dennis' house (in the row homes on 56th ave.) he took me into the den in the back of the house, then his druggy looking brothers and sister came in and locked the door. Then his sister took off my pants and fondled me, then they started doing strange things to me. After that the brothers were taking turns on me while Dennis yelled "fatso, fatso" from the corner of the room. when it all ended I was told "if you tell one word of this to anybody, we will kill you. We know where you live". I went home terrified, I'm surprised I didn't get attacked by the DeVoronicas or the pack of dogs they kept in their yard while I walked past their house. All of us had to deal with their bullshit when you passed their house with getting attacked by their dogs, or have them all run out at once and attack you.

There I see my dad watering the lawn, glass of Cutty Sark in one hand and hose in the other looking shitfaced, I told my dad "I got beat up by a gang of teenagers" being afraid to tell what really happened, or him beating me for what happened. His answer still resonates in my mind to this day "IF YOU BEAT THEM UP, I'LL BUY YOU A GALLON OF ICE CREAM" while stumbling across the yard watering the patches of dirt expecting grass to emerge forth. Anybody else's father would be out for blood, not mine. Your kid just got sodomised by a bunch of stoners and is scared shitless of being killed, and to boot is scared of telling you what happened and you could truly give two shits about it. Keep drinking buddy, you have plenty of brain cells to burn up.

I begged for my mom to walk me home from school since I was scared, and when she did, Dennis' siblings were all standing by the telephone pole on the sidewalk looking sheepish like "did he tell them or not". This went on for a week or so. She would come by and they would stand there looking nervous, then they stopped coming by. For years I used to see them standing by the pole. Then sometime in the spring, Dennis and his family moved.

We had lots of transients in our neighborhood, either because of the law or the taxman, people would come and go in matters of months. There were some winners who lived next door to us, some for six months to evade the taxman, or someone who's out on bail and skipped town. On the next street down, we had a group of bikers who moved away quietly because their pit bull attacked and maimed our mail lady, and they came in from another area where they also got in trouble.

For weeks I wouldn't wipe myself in fear of being attacked again which drove my brother crazy. In the process I drove the guidance counselor at Watkins nuts to where she was saying "here he is again" so I quit bothering her. I begged my parents to move back to California which I was told "to shut up". Some nights I would cry because I wanted to tell someone what happened but was too scared and ashamed to, all I would hear is "he's just starving for attention". After that I learned to suck it in and put it in the back of my mind.

After that...

My grades started slipping since I had trouble concentrating, I have a fear of crowds, creeps  and rednecks, generally feeling awkward around people, developed a strange sense of humor and like to keep to myself, play records and read books in my room where I feel safe. I can put on a good front with all the jokes and jovial front, inside this 54 year old man is a 7 year boy who's still confused and crying.

Bear not happy.

I've been at my job for close to nine years.
It was fun until there was a restructuring last Summer that turned the entire company upside down. The big CEO in corporate fired almost everybody under her including our store's branch manager. He was replaced by a lady who was fired by Wawa and the place turned into chaos within weeks. It came out that one manager was kicked out of one branch for sexual harassment came to our store since our branch manager was his friend, and did the same thing at our store. He later made his girlfriend (a girl at wares breakdown) our backroom supervisor after having sex in the parking lot (he was caught by the girl at the donation door), she reported it to no response from our branch manager who was his friend. Lots of bullying from the young teenage workers who used to slam wooden pallets and full plastic totes on the floors that hurt my ear (I have nerve damage in my right ear), then the one manager used to get in on the fun grabbing the heaviest pallet and slamming it on the floor at full force just to make me jump out of my skin. People were walking out (we lost four people in one week), managers were turning into bullies which lead to more people walking out, it looked like they were going after the older workers. Women who were hangers were being replaced on a weekly basis after quitting. Managers were making their friends managers which led to more anarchy in the workplace. Here I am with 13 years years of managerial experience running a record store in North Miami Beach Florida who kept getting passed over while some 20 year old manager makes his girlfriend a manager, or a person in corporate pushes a friend, or family member with no experience in management. Then I got demoted when the big "DPI" program Goodwill paid $40,000 for was ditched which lead to more anarchy. The young managers put me and two other (over 40) people at the door and brought 3 young inexperienced girls to price wares. What lead to me quitting is one day, me and my co-workers were emptying bags of clothes into large cardboard boxes on top of wooden pallets (they call them "gaylords") with everyone including management coming out helping, plus they're loading a donation center truck on the premises as well. This was at peak donation season. A donor came up and asked for "a donation receipt" so I went to get it for him. The one young inexperienced manager decided to jump up and down screaming, in-front of everybody including donors humiliating me. This kid was yelling and waving her arms putting a show on her friends reading me the riot act because "I ignored her" while we have a loud truck twelve feet away with it's engine running. I pleaded my case "I didn't hear you because I'm 20' away from you with a loud truck next to me sorry, I went to get the man his donation slip", then she went off. In front of donors, co-workers, and managers decided to tear me a new one screaming at me like a spoiled teenager while everyone looked on,  "GIMMIE MY SLIP!!!" That's when I had enough and joined the rest of the people who had enough of the madness, I took off my work vest and laid it on the wood pallets and quit. It would work better if Goodwill hired managers who were experienced and knew how to talk to people, not to hire inexperienced kids. If that kid kept to herself, I would still be there. There's only so much punishment you can take before you hit the breaking point.  

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Once I used to play in a noise band called Windburned Drunk, we recorded a album.
It's a doozie.

We got back together and are making more noise. I'll keep you all posted.

Here it is, enjoy.



This is the bottom of the big box












Here's some morebootlegs, tributes and impersonators.


Who could forget those crappy Pickwick carts.
Foreign issues and extras

Uber-rare RCA Record Club carts
check out the Boxcar issue of "Having Fun With Elvis On Stage".




Box sets








Who could forget Candlelite Music


Some more (extras) ....

Elvis 8-track flyer