dr dodge returns

drdodge

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I was road doggin' life (service) for the past 4 (really 10) years and had grown apart from the important things in life
god, my family, and my mopars
but a self induced redirected career path has solved that, and now i am able to concentrate on shop things again
I received an email from this site and when I came here, could not believe how much its changed! (looks great!!!) also couldn't believe how long its been
as an update:
the 74 big block charger is still runnin around houston in stock car trim (my son's again)
my 74 dodge pickup 1 ton(non dully) .509 cam 440 granny 4 speed 4:56 dana is going
lastet project
econorod: 72 4 door dart /6 3 speed manual everything (28 mpg right now, goal is 40, potentially eventually multifuel)
and this summer the 72 challenger gets going again with a 440+( hopefully+++)
'84 509 cam (yea, I like those thumpity things) 360 thunder pickup has had a sorted life and now sits in the shop yard, vinyl peelin', tryinmg to rust, needing someone to luv it (3 speed stick w/ 3.55 gears) nudge, nudge, hint, hint to some local boys (or girls)

glad to be back

dr dodge
 
thanks all
and its tomball, tx gomopar440 (just outside of houston)
mine also has some "interesting potential ideas" in the works also

dr dodge
 
if yor a DR then fix some of these guy,s will ya.. it,s drivin me and Boots and a few others around the bend.. glad you came along just in time = HELP is needed here real bad. for starters LERICAL could use a lobotomey------:bwuhaha::bwuhaha:
 
OUTPATIENT
Copyright 1986, 2008 Bruce Lear

Outpatient care
At the mental hospital
Helps to make it possible
For me to appear.

Wonderful drugs,
All things pharmaceutical
Help to keep me suitable
So I can be here.

But sometimes, the feelings that I get,
Down inside
Are too strong for all the pills to hide.
And I remember how you died.


Life on the edge
Just outside of sanity,
Lacking any vanity,
Don't care how I look.

Seldom aware,
Surgery altered my brain.
Never feeling any pain.
What pills have I took?

On my own, wandering the street,
I seem lost.
I don't know what it is I seek.
Only see the doctor once a week.


You can't help but be who you are.
But if you are a bit too bizarre,
One day you'll finally get caught.
They'll try to make you something you're not.


SOLO


But sometimes, the feelings that I get,
Down inside
Are too strong for all the pills to hide.
That's when I think of...
Suicide.
 

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