I found Brett Michaels on a dirt road, right next to an empty Cheetos bag and a bottle of Bud Light...

Two weeks ago, after spending the afternoon with my in-laws at their weekend house, we pull into this dirt road right next to the Withlacoochee River and find this abandoned dog completely dehydrated and almost starved to death.

She was still a puppy, probably half a year old and completely underfed. She had bugs crawling all over her and it seemed that she lived out there in the woods for quite some while already.
There was no second thought. I stopped the car, Monica and I got out and wanted to help. My mother-in-law came minutes later, with a blanket, some water and some dog food. Especially the water was much needed as the little puppy sunk her little snout into the bowl of fresh water.
We put her in the car and brought her back home.


After two or three days Monica and I were joking about names for the little furry one. Since my better half wasn't convinced with my ideas, such as Buffy for example, she came up with a much, much better one: Brett Michaels (She is a not-so-secret admirer of the not-so-superb "Rock Of Love" television show.)

As of now Brett Michaels lives in the yard, gets food, play, and care on a regular basis until we find her a new home, because this house already shelters five people, four dogs, and one cat. And oh yes, we already spend more than a 100 bucks on the Vet. :o) But what can you do, she is just a little puppy and her name is Brett Michaels!

file under childhood-hits: "Killer Of The Soul" by 108

I was maybe 17 or so when 108 released their phenomenal swansong album "Threefold Misery". On this album, there was this song which blew me straight out of my pants. The passion in the singing, the lyrics, the K.I.L.L.E.R. guitar riff right in the beginning, the straight message, it all made sense to me, it spoke to me like a prayer, it all came together and created a true classic. After all these years this song and the album remains to be one of my all-time favorites. Wow, this is still so good!

there is an extensive 108 interview somewhere here in one of my previous blogs.


*** Yes, the lyrics are preachy. But besides that, they bare some wisdom in them.


Killer of the soul...
satanic ritual set the corpse upon the table,
cosmetic religion,
hide your horns,
if you are able.
killer of the animal,
only a demon could dine on the flesh of the dead,
each hair on the back of each cow,
is birth you'll spend in hell.

the killer of the soul,
whomever he may be,
will be forced in the darkest regions,
embrace your decisions,
in the darkest regions of hell.

self killing ritual, set the bottle upon the table,
cosmetic ignorance, kill the pain.
killer of the animal within, liquid poison to wash your brain,
drown in your misery, your life becomes a hell.

the killer of the soul, whomever he maybe, will be forced in the darkest regions,
embrace your decisions, in the darkest regions of hell.

i won't kill my soul