Garrick died in a motorcycle accident: Tuesday, September 7th 2010
He was a true friend to everyone who knew him.
A boring diary of a boring guy's daily life in the Washington, DC. Metro Area...
Garrick died in a motorcycle accident: Tuesday, September 7th 2010
He was a true friend to everyone who knew him.
Info below intended to show in results for any search on old address or old phone number.... Intended for Clifford Rich.
Anthony Wayne Rich - 9004 Beatty Dr. Alexandria, Va. 22308 (703) 780-2704
These few "keywords" might do it.
Here is my current contact info... http://its4pc.com ... any contact with its4pc will reach me.
The wind howled through the dark night along the Hudson River on July 15, 1779, when at midnight, American troops, under the command of “Mad” Anthony Wayne, sprang a surprise attack on the British fort at Stony Point. This last major Revolutionary War battle in the North was victorious for the Americans, and though Washington abandoned the fort just three days later, it was a lasting victory for American morale.
Anthony Wayne Rich
Ok. That's a start I guess but for what? I only wanted to explain how I feel sometimes when I step out for lunch after a busy morning when my brain feels foggy. I need to sit on these steps, where no one walks, for a while and kind of collect myself. I feel like hiding sort of. I want a place to hide, just for a minute, sanctuary. Get my shit together, get ready to be out and around people again. Am I losing my mind a little bit every day? I think so, I'll be crazy 10 years from now, no doubt, maybe even less.
All the Above Guaranteed to be to be the new healthy standard!!
Come out and change your life! ha ha
The party is this Saturday night, Nov. 8th
at Sticky Rice on H St. in NE. http://www.stickyricedc.com/
Hit me up if you want more info about
the venue.
DJ Cam Jus and I will be playing
Bmore club, hip hop, house,
dancehall and dope selection
for the dancefloor. Cam Jus
is also thowing a party,
Other Side, this Thursday at
Napoleon in Adams Morgan
with DJ Underdog.
Hope to see you there this Saturday!!!
"Find sanctimony only in the only name."
Hotel... Workers in the attic first made me notice... Everyone was being wiped out, people were effected in way that seemed like a plague... We first heard the sounds in the ventilation system, it sounded like the building was breathing... in and out... out with a terrible moan... They were somehow trying to repair this... During the repair something was punctured and some kind of smog came out of the ducts... That's when it started.
I traveled through a small town with the few quirky survivors, collecting other survivors and then losing them in what has turned into a battle of sorts with these demons... Indescribable... darkest most horrifying things imaginable. We're running and running... We end up in the attic again, where we had begun. Now I realize it's not a sickness, people who were with me all along are now becoming infected with the "sickness" we all thought they were immune to. It's clear now, they're instead possessed by these demons... Physically, they're thrashing around on the floor and ripping their skin off, and mentally they're gone, speaking crazy dark. The room is changing back now to the same cluttered attic.. I didn't notice when it changed to the beautiful fountain on top of a high windy peak where we were washing our hands face and neck and praying ? . I didn't notice that transition as much as the negative one. Now its a battle between the two, I'm standing in the water screaming down on these lumps, that were my friends, "the survivors," as they're writhing around under some kind of black cloth, robes maybe, mumbling about the past and in obvious pain, "Find sanctimony only in the only name!" I'm screaming, at the top of my lungs... I'm trying to save myself at this point so I'm frantic, it feels like i'm praying, I know I'll be battling with these creatures any minute, but as I'm chanting this down on them, the environment is changing a little and I can feel fresh air, we're on the one floor, in the musty attic, one minute and in the fountain the next. It's a struggle, i'm winning and they're not thrashing around, they're melting, and the room is changing agian the screaming is quieting down and the breeze is blowing agian. As soon as I start to feel calm and and slow this chant down, the room starts to spin again and it starts getting dark and dusty and noisey. I'm back in the attic, they're rising, they're reaching out to me, they're trying to take me or infect me or something.
Somewhere around here I wake up suddenly... I think by my own voice and I knew I had to type this so I would remember the best/worst, dream/nightmare I've ever had.
What the hell?
"I think that song empowers mermaids," he says. "If you come out to one of our live shows, you will see that the song is not about people murdering mermaids; it's about mermaids murdering mermaids who murdered their friends who are mermaids. It's all mermaid on mermaid violence."