Looks like dakota joe is getting lazy in his old age. Haven't blogged in awhile.Partly cause i don't think many read these at the moment but the one's who I can only hope they enjoy my little updates and what have you.And I have been crazy busy doing this web stuff along with making as many clothes as one man can. As for the beef at the bar. I'm over it. They are tool-bags and karma is a bitch.

  I am no longer employed due to medical reasons and am loving it.Not the fractured toe,but I have three months to work and get things I need handled. Like one .... SLEEP... it never comes easy for me so I'm going to try some things other then the VA narcotics they give me.Cause sadly enough they don't work. I'm thinking it is the NYC. Or maybe some planets are staying out of line for me just to see how far it goes. Well all i can say is BRING IT ON!

  I will leave with some words I live by sometimes from non other then P. Diddles in his panties.

Can't nobody hold me down. Oh no. I gots to keep on Movin'

Out,

Dakota Joe

 

 

Looks like dakota joe is getting lazy in his old age. Haven't blogged in awhile.Partly cause i dont think many read these at the moment but the one's who I can only hope they enjoy my little updates and what have you.And I have been crazy busy doing this web stuff along with making as many clothes as one man can. As for the beef at the bar. Im over it. They are tool-bags and karma is a bitch.

  I am no longer employed due to medical reasons and am loving it.Not the fractured toe,but I have three months to work and get things I need handled. Like one .... SLEEP... it never comes easy for me so im going to try some things other then the VA narcotics they give me.Cause sadly enough they don't work. Im thinking it is the NYC. Or maybe some planets are staying out of line for me just to see how far it goes. Well all i can say is BRING IT ON!

  I will leave with some words I live by sometime from P. Diddles in his panties. Can't nobody hold me down. Oh no. I got to keep on Movin'

Out,

Dakota Joe

 

 

    The countdown has been going for quiet some time now. But the days of my in the NY are getting shorter and I am not to broken up about that. I love the city but I don't like living here. Sure my hood in Brooklyn rocks. But if you live here you probably work in the city and just going into that beast takes alot out of someone. I'm surprised i stayed here this long.

     I love a mix of people don't get me wrong. And NYC is completely filled to the brim with people with all different looks from all different places. People say all New Yorkers are mean. Not always true. You have to take in the fact they have lived here forever and don't know any better. And i have met some New Yorkers whop are just as nice as the folks you find at coffee shops in the Midwest. But as it happens I think the Jack bags outnumber the kindred spirits by about 4 to 1. 

     And the public transit is nothing short of pulling teeth. But i have been using the 30-35 minutes it takes me to-get to where i need in the city (D train representing)for my time to write. And write in my little pocket notebook I carry like cowboys slang their six-shooters. So one day soon i hope to use those for some very cool projects. 

     So New York is inspiring yes. Most of my writings here have not taken more theb 3 or four train rides to complete. But once u hear the word and read the meanings. It isnt Peter,Paul and Mary. Maybe if you caught them in a bad mood or maybe strung out of something. Then they might have something that compares to my words of wit of all this shit. But for now I must travel to that somber city for another day on the grind. You can't stay long if you dont pay the bills.

   Oh yes how peace rocks. We say it rocks, but have we ever even seen it? I don't think i can remember a time when all confrontations throughout the world were at a stand still. But we can dream. And that dream can be shit on. Repeatedly. And then left for days. Then shit on again.

   This is my first blog and it feels slightly refreshing. I assume not many will read this the first of hopefully many assorted chronicles of what the fuck Dakota Joe goes through. I always thought blogging was just something done by people who had no friends and always had a cob in their ass. But now I see it all so different. Blogging dosent have to be about who looks fat in what jeans and how many times Angelina threw up her freshly eaten Cesar  salad with croutons and Baco's. It can be therapy for someone who really doesn't like the way this world has been turning and has been looking for fellow believers who agree that people have evolved into something none should be proud of. 

   Now......      THE REASON THIS BLOG WAS STARTED .........

      It was a slightly different Saturday. I had just recently had a farewell to Afghanistan for a good buddie I served with in Korea and Ft.Campbell. And my girlfriend was also out of down making those dolla dolla bills. So rolling solo and somber I decided to catch a few drinks at a bar close to the trains so i could kick it lickity split back to Brooklyn on the D express. I picked the most laid back looking bar and copped a squat. After my second beer i was ready to jet set and attempted to close out my tab. WAA WAA WAA WAAAAAAA..... 25 bones minimum to close a tab. So i snag a glass of water with my brew and continued to waddle around the bar scoping the numerous decor. Most were old ads with the usually brew bitch half dressed and shit ass happy hour specials. After the third beer i strolled back to the bar to check the damage. Two beers to close the tab. "Sounds golden." Took one beer with and left the other behind for whichever beer monger scoops it. Not a bad time to find a good corner and seat to cap of the night. My luck a seat exactly like that waited for me by the front windows.

    So I did the slickity slide to seat and placed all my belongings onto the floor provided.I hung my cane of course cause pimps don't let that shit hit the floor man. Anyways, This is the last place I remember being in the bar. I say that because my peace and tranquility would soon be offset by a few people who I'm guessing had some beef with me and my sweet ass cane. But from what i can recall, I took a few drinks from my beer while people watching and either left to go smoke or left to leave. Next thing I know I am outside with my bag and cane in hand and my back on hurting. I do remember pushing and a few guards in black shirts and for sure one other male in a Gray shirt who will later get MUCH MUCH more involved.

    CONFUSION.........

 

     From what I gather on my immediate reaction and questions i was just removed from a bar for being to loud. I thought bars WERE loud. I asked to have immediate EMS.(Emergency Medical Service).Thats an ambulance if you were still confused. I don't know if anyone knows but i am and have been a security guard at am upscale retail store for over a year. So I guess I did what I know what things establishments have to provide if requested and one of them is medical attention from yourself or EMS. Its one of the first things you fill out on an accident/incident report. Which of course this bar never did.  Why would they? I mean, he only just spent $30 bucks here and then we shoved him violently into the street. More or less i was kind of angry that I was outside bleeding from lacerations I wasn't sure how i got.And they didn't want me to get me any help.Their exact advice. "Just forget about it bro, just fuckin' leave."

 DEEP BREATHS.......IN..............................OUT

     If anyone knows me they are probably expecting some great story of how I used my cane to shatter his cheekbone and the rushed the guards and stabbed them with that other guys jawbone. But no. That would have solved nothing.Except make me feel REALLY REALLY happy and just the novelty of reading the headlines. But what I did do is never leave. I was thrown out at 1:10. Bars in NYC close at 4! FUCKING RIGHT I used that entire 3 hours to vent. I very rarely bring up my status as a disabled vet. I am alive and kicking so I think I am just a veteran who is hurt. But when you have that card, sometimes you have to play it to prove a point. I am guessing alot of the on-lookers were amused. None said a word. But I am sure they pointed and laughed. Snickered and OMG'd.

     10 blocks away from ground zero. A veteran was bleeding and crying in the streets on New York City. He was screaming "Why am I the freak to you now?". I'm sure many thought my screaming and crying was a great time and some probably took video with their phone and took it to you-tube with the title CRAZY NYC VET. I do not regret anything I yelled or said on that night. If I had hate in me it came out. Not in violence or in punching. It came out as my REAL frustrations with living in this country after serving for it. It came out from reading what people care about. It all came out from seeing what the news DOESN"T say. It came out for the middle class people who are ACTUALLY losing sons and daughters and Fathers and Moms. It is not easy. If you think PTSD is a joke or it is an excuse to get money from the government and yadda yadda yadda. Leave my site and don't ever come back. I do not want business from anyone who thinks the kids dying in Iraq are dying for a cause. They did sign the papers. They did die serving this country. THEY ARE HERO'S! But that war wasn't in the papers when alot of us signed. That war was started by men who don't wear uniforms. They wear suits and praise money.

     

   YO JOE.......     Story?????

    Yeah, so i stood and i stood and I yelled and I yelled. I gave up on the EMS after 3 hours of them saying it was on the way.So now i guess wait for a manager. That shouldn't be to bad. I mean, I was a customer. Well i was a customer he didn't want to see so i waited. At 4:30 he decided to see what i needed. Old Joe would have used this moment to use his cane to take out his knee then drive my knee through his head as he was on the way down from the knee tap. But I just asked for the cops. They came wrote some stuff down and off they go.

    So now I asked the bar for $500 bucks cause they fucked me up and they don't plan to give it to me. Knew that was coming. In the meantime its phone tag with these 2 choads who look like they walked out of the 1998 American Eagle catalog.  

 as always take it easy.

Dakota Joe