Meet me at Midnight

Bones rattle and skin stretches,

Deforming.

Reforming and revising what dwells within.

Synchronicity is impeccable,

as I give in to what has to happen.

Are you too old to rock?

   As I sit here in my not so comfortable chair, pondering a topic to write about, I can't help but to think about age. Being old. This is most likely due to it being (once again) my birthday tomorrow, and for some reason I'm not caring much for celebration. Do I really need to commemorate the fact that I am one step closer to the grave? Whatever. I suppose I could acknowledge all that I have achieved so far in my three plus decades of existence. I should be grateful that I have lived as long as I have, right? Sure, why not? I'll drink to that. Cheers!

   I guess my real issue is, when is old too old? When should we hang up the fingerless leather gloves? Is there an age limit to rock out with your cock out? When do you know your too old to be flirting with those hot 24 year old chicks at the keg party down the street, or jumping in the pit at the Slayer concert over at Pine Knob? (Yup, I said Pine Knob bitches.)

   Well, I guess I'll find out the answer to life's tough questions through my own experiences eventually. Until then, you can find me driving back from the latest metal show, doobie in my fingerless leather gloved hand, jammin' some Necrophagist with the stereo cranked, sonically assaulting the old foreign couple in the Honda next to me, who look at me in disgusted horror as they quickly roll the windows up. If you see me, flag me down and I'll give you directions to that kegger.

- Ian "Prolifik" Pfister

The Unleashing

     “Seriously” Steve declared, pausing to take a bite off of his particularly large slab of pizza, “Never underestimate someone’s ability to be an asshole.” The bright ballasts above were reflected in the little cups of cooked pepperoni that contained just the right amount of grease. Steve grabbed for his bottle of Mt. Dew, which sat still on the floor beside him waiting eagerly to please its owner with the odd, green colored fluid contained within, like so many of its carbonated ancestors before. The kid he was talking to was fiddling with his MP3 player. One ear bud perched comfortably in his left ear, while the other one dangled helplessly in front of his Toys R’Us work shirt like a bungee jumper whose friends left him hanging while they stood laughing safely above.

     Just then the alarm on Steve’s watch went off. It was a KISS watch he had since he was a kid, which was really just

Tribute to Bear dog

   

Testimony of a Gaddabout

   After driving two days straight, it felt great to get out of my father’s van. My dog, Mr. Bear, was even more elated than I, and showed his appreciation by relieving himself on the nearest available tree trunk. I gave him a few more minutes to investigate the new surroundings, as I am sure he was picking up on a myriad of unfamiliar and delightful smells. My less than spectacular nose also picked up an easily discernible odor, breakfast, which came wafting out of the small diner each time a customer opened the door.

   I put Mr. Bear back into my dad’s work-van, a white ford which he dubbed ‘’Vanna White’’.  It was a fitting name, just as his previous

Introduction to the Inferno

   Hello me. Meet the real me, or at least the latest version of the real me. Lets call it, say... "Me - version 4.2", since the subject of this rambling has morphed many times in the 32 plus years of my existence on this lively terrestrial ball 93 million miles from our parent star, into the person I currently am today. I have taken the road less traveled for most of my life, and though many of those roads have led me astray, they have definitely shaped the person I am today. So I have decided to chronicle my past, present and possibly the future through a series of posts in no particular order, actually probably mostly in disorder. So prepare to be shocked, amazed, disgusted and bewildered from the almost always real life writings and happenings of Ian C. Pfister's - "Welcome to this World".