Now then let's ratchetjaw about socia sites, like facebook, and or Twitter(X)

Everything aiñt  beautiful. This day ĥad to be at the top of the most hair raising of my present command. Started off with telling METRO PCS to fo.  Who the hell does their IT stuff? Seriously? I was under the impression that autopay was just that.  Nope the dern fools was to pull the $40.00 from my account automatically.  So the only thing I can figure is something goofed at thee bank or Àt METRO . That resulted in a cascade of manure. To the termination of one of the KNYTES associated members. And all of  it over a 40.00 failed payment. But at least I was able to get this smartphone from Union Wireless. In closing my advice is don't do METRO PCS. 

We pray for the cure of Stupid of Evanston Wyoming

But was it this simple yet so spacily disconnected?

So finally got MetroPCS's pathway in gear. Now I fully understand the need for back up

verification. The Universe is watching you. The squandrels of the dark side of the web wants your classified intel. Thing is that verification thing can bog down to make you feel that your a alligator in quicksand. The more you squirm the deeper you go.

Now then you get to a point, where, you are at a point of considering a cell carrier/account with a different cell company, or keep bundling your frustration in a stress related  headache. So you MR.(or Mrs) Tow trucker, miss tow calls due the constant AI bullstuff. 

People who have been in this industry for any amount of time knows premium service is paramount. You can't not answer the phone, and voice mail, isn't going to cut it. So you wonder why the mindset of the notion of Failure is Not an option. They say 24 phone in CSM . Bullsbreath. After hours Your, chances of getting anybody with any authority, to reolve a problem is going to be a crap shoot. At least An AMERICAN, comm center. Nope after 18:00 MST, your chatting with some dork, in the Phiillippeens, some where, that has any idea, of the geographical challenges one faces in rural western Wyoming. MetroPCS isn't everywhere. While device coverage is swell its the rest is more spot off then spot on. 

So finally got with an America, call center, talked with an American, who even though we did the magic pin dance, still got my 72 hour suspension lifted and should be back up, in just a few minutes. 

Now then, slept like a infant last night. No phone meant couldn't do much for anyone anyway, so, covered up, kicked off my boots, leaned back, and out with the deep, sleeping beside me and the General, here. I mean quite litterally beside the General. The vennison, snoozing beside me are not concerned with their pending demize, should be. Nope, I'm peaceful Serene, and in control.

Your not in Kansas any more even Tweaker Flats. There's not all the outlets for things in Evanston Wyoming, that there is in Tweaker Flats. There, is not a through z cell phone store on every corner. Off brands like Boost Mobile, MetroPCS, etc, just have no none of those in Etown here like in Tweaker Flatts. So its phone in service desk/CS. Nope. So the message is, please go to your local store. Problem is to go to the local store means help desk/CS, is required. That's when one or tother, you drive 88 miles one way to either Salt Lake City, or Ogden, Utah. Waste of a day out of off duty time, and at minimum $30.00 in wasted fuel, or find a different carrier. Did that. 

More in the afternoon.

 

 

Who the hell is fooling who, its an attempt to avoid paying her bill,

So grooving on last nights show, trying to snag sleep, grand old Shelly is on line texting me all afternoon. Saying something about one of our new interns and all being in the sack with me and thinking that our new intern was shacking up and replacing Shelly here in the Wolf's Lair. First I thought bullshit, the only person that knows about our new intern is Shelly, and of course the intern, who is not a frequent user of fb, the only way that a rumor can start on fb about the new intern, is by Shelly, its the oh , I'm forgotten so I have to start a fuss to be recognized . 
Part of this is, I think is that if Shelly keeps bitching long enough I will in fact kick Shelly to the curb, break up with her, and she wont have to depart or pay any more money. Economics are tight everywhere. Its just completely stupid.
Then found Jonny who is producing the car show of sorts, did not want our help on the pin up gig. Okay fine, then was going to get in touch and include the Knytes and myself into it. Thing is whether he understands , including the Knytes , increases attendance numbers and that increases sponsorship bucks including ours. Biting our hands, means we say adios, and 50,000 potential attendees don't show infact boycott the event. It was the same thing last year. It was a same shit, different year happening. 
Jonny didn't want the free ads on our online radio network, did not want the noise our guys and boys can muster behind an event, but guess what, by this time next year we wont be here anyway, as all I'm doing is finishing up my projects, getting all 4 of my rides up to a long haul road able status, and come about March next year, Evansgone Wyoming is going to be a distant memory. 
We're on the air starting at 11:00PM 23:00 hours. See ya'll then.
TTYLY

There IS a difference between LIVING and just existing, tonight I was living

Saturday was one of THOSE days. Got a used CB in LexiBelle, and was starting to put the center console in and figured I needed a Sharpie pen to marok the holes to drill. So grabbed the paperwork, that both Lisa and a few wanted to see, and needing a brew , tripped down to the Tumbleweed. So Lisa was working on planning a wedding so it took her a few, so watched some idiotic baseball game, then the band showed up. At first I was not to impressed with the band , but thought give em a chance. I was going to dance with Lisa a bit, but it started to get cold, and Lisa sprang, for some fruity drink, so figured I'd just sit there and enjoy, and I did. Now I don't want ya'll to get the wrong idea here, there is nothing on the level or thought train of anything romantic there , but Lisa is one of those ladies that are just out of reach, yet makes you feel happy and content all at the same time. Tonight I had a real nice time, talked with quite a few people, and am making connections. As much as I distrust and dislike Evanston, here. Lisa makes it bearable. 
Okay then; Wanting to chat with the Bishop, texted Brother Welling, who has not returned the call, or anything. Now maybe Brother Welling was busy doing something else, maybe not, but I'm not one who enjoys being ignored. Maybe my consideration of leaving the church, is the way to go. 
I will say this, seems as though everyone that I have befriended outside of the church, have been more helpful, and kind, that outside of three people including our Bishop, the rest act like they don't care, nor are extending the real handshake of friendship, rather than something ceremonial on Sunday morning. 
Any mile hitting the rack, see ya'll on the cyber radio later Sunday evening.
Everyone ought to have a close friend and mentor like Lisa, and her husband, mostly Lisa. 
TTYLY

Afternoon Rush, there is us and then there are them.

Before I get into my usual rant here, as of 15:00 or 3:00PM this afternoon, the Knytes-of-Dixie's Honor Guard officers arrived in Evanston Wyoming. Seems as though a few mindless people including a maladjusted individuals have been allowing their unknowing mouths override their brains. Spreading rumors and falsehoods to members about members and as well as the club, myself HCC and a few of of the rest of our vocational pursuits including the eventual buy of a bar here, that is currently making its moves through organizational channels , the radio station and all, is getting epidemic and the epidemic can and will mean quite a few people are going to loose not only their property but could easily loose their lives. There are contracts currently being made to forever silence some of these big mouths. As far as the Reaper Club, that's a go, just pending another person, to manage and run it, with Reaper crew standards. Radio station, is being evaluated, and talking to two media brokers, on the idea of selling the license here and using that money to refire what we have in both Buhl, and American Falls Idaho. As for me, all I'm doing is getting my trucks and all into condition to make the move at the end of July back to southwestern Idaho. Quite frankly , I'm done with this town, its people and crap head small town gossip. 
I pulled the stripe and NASCAR number off the General JaXson, mid week next week LiL Wolf will be in my shop, and LexiBelle should be done. Ran into a small problem, some sticky fingered bastards took my CB from LexiBelle, so just waiting to buy a new one. I'll be back on the cyber air later this weekend, but I'm beginning to have the feelings of, what's the use? Even if the station was up and flowing, who besides me is ever going to step in and work it? 
Bottom line, I'm done, taking my time, and no longer caring much. That's why I haven't been down to the Tumbleweed , or any other point of socialization in this town. Last weekend at church, I felt like truly the Wolf, in amongst the sheep flock. The family I normally associated with were not there. I'll be danged if the so called Home Teachers, have been here. The amount of visits from the Home teachers has been so few , its like why should I even think I should be a member of the LDS Church anymore? In my opinion , the LDS Church, ought to get back to being a church rather than a company, that pays few if any taxes, disguised as a church.
I'm so looking forward to going home, and attending, The River Fellowship, and getting rebaptised , into that church. In a week or so, I'm going to discuss with our local Bishop, how to arrange to be excommunicated from the LDS Church, and have all records of me ever being a members of the Mormon faith destroyed. 
More later.

Where she goes not much grows, and where she goes I wont go or be part of

I'm going to make this the last entry to Highway Hooker Gazzette, on this particular subject but it must and should be made. This is based on, not entirely confirmed information but shown to be more truth than a myth or a circle the wagons to cover their butts in case they were caught, I'll proceed here.
When you go to a send off on a retirement party of a former director of an organization that in its very core is supposed to be to advance commerce, even putting that in its organizational title, says they would call you, but never does, that's a base to make one concerned. Add to that , once a big bang property buy turns into a dud, then those so hungry to warm up to you all of a sudden does not return a phone call or email, and leaves you so abandoned that you begin to hear the crickets chirp, you begin to figure that one you considered to be more than just an associate and business connection, turns out to becoming a person, that many will not join up with her little niche groups, you start to take in the maybe rumor information to heart. This happened to me and our supported organization the Knytes-of-Dixie. We had sought to buy, for and about that organization, a bar and sort of grill just outside of Evansgone, near the horse race track. During the time the concept of purchasing that bar & grill, A certain real estate consultant, was all kinds of help. Once the President poo-pooed the idea, it was all of a sudden, friendship withdrawn as well. Then a friend of that Real estate consultant, a computer wizz came forward, to build the Club(s) website, with the integration, of the radio station. When that bid came in at $8k, when even I4 solutions was only $3k, that's cause for a dialog to be opened, yet that friend of our Real Estate salesperson, decided she had better things to do, so was a person, that said she was up to becoming a DJ, for HazzardAyre, decided to vanish. That's when you say, no way. 
Tonight there was this meeting of the Evansgone Small Business Network, at the Legal Tender lounge/meeting room. At first I thought about going, but felt if I had there would have been a verbal cat fight, so I declined. I have said this before, but I'll say it again, piss off one Knyte(knight) you piss off 49,999 others, 500 of which lives in Wyoming, 250 of those in and around Evansgone. Who will now purchase property from another agent, and not apply for membership of the Chamber - of - Commerce, as well as become members of the ESBN. One of the objectives that was the basis of creating the Hazzard County Chamber of Commerce, was and is to promote commerce and future commerce bizzness advancement of not only members of the Knytes, but too small rural business's from all over the Mountain West, including Wyoming, with out all the pomp and circumstance and be fair for all. Giving real world information and news to help all small to medium business's in the rural Mountain West, including Evansgone, and Wyoming. I was supposed to be included and the club invited to become part of a local gearhead group that runs, at a loss, Dragstrip. Guess what the application has never been delivered. Too Busy? BS. As it is now, I trust only 5 people in this town, My Bishop of our LDS ward, Lisa, her husband, and Nate, and Rick my partner at the shop. Anybody else, nope. This truly was a case of cutting off her nose to spite her face, and I have no loyalty nor anything else, for and of this lady real estate agent.
Highway Hooker Radio, on Wednesday at noon, on www.livestream.com/highwayhookerradio 
Tonite it's HazzardAyre Radio at www.livestream.com/hazzardayre and early in the morning, starting at 05:00(5:00AM) its Samcro Radio at www.livestream.com/samcroradio 
TTYLY

Paradise by the bars dim light and strange emotions

Last night I did something that I haven't done in as many eons. During a slow tune being played by the band that was at the Tumbleweed, Lisa the owner of same took me by the hand and danced a slow dance. At first I was messing up so much that I must have seemed like the biggest clabberass on Earth. The problem was , that I have not had that kind of close partial intimate touch by another human, especially by a knock out lady, as Lisa, is. Many thoughts and feelings ran through my mind. Then she took me up during some bar cover music, and two stepped with me again, it was I felt so clumsy , only because just the touch of my hand in hers, has not been in my visions or experiences in nearly 20 years. But she was dancing with me. Then as the night ended , she got up, gave me a hug, and a kiss, and this old kountry bumpkin felt so energized I could have climbed a mountain. Why? Simple that simple, minor in scope, human touch. A hug, a kiss, a hand being held. What this did too, was make me all so much more dedicated and committed to pushing the club to buy that place, just so I can experience other emotions. What she did last night, too, bring a old man into the light, and give me a sense of purpose. Here was one of, if not the most beautiful women I have ever known, one that I now count as a REAL friend, without regard to her or me having mucho money. She told me all about all that, but I don't and didn't care about money. I don't care how many houses she has, how much she's worth money wise, it was that a beautiful lady in all the ways one defines a lady, dancing with me and giving me some attention. That meant and means a lot. See you on the air after 2:00PM after church.
TTYLY