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29 Aug

Bussius Beach

Bussius Beach

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Date: Thu, 29 Aug 2002 10:52:13
Point of Origin: Washington, DC

Sorry I haven't got back to you, didn't stop by because my wife decided to invite her friends and they followed in another car. Make a long story short, they were not to interested. Well I have spent a week at the beach. Only company really was my son, wife (after we already got to the beach) invited another friend of hers. Came back the next Sunday, Monday truck broke down, dropped 200 bucks to fix, tried to replace my serpentine belt, broke that cost 75 bucks, this Monday finally fixed truck completely, living with the in-laws has almost become truly unbearable. Looking, possibly for a new job (pays more) so I haven't been feeling too spunky about anything lately. It was good hearing from Yall!! Yeah Haw! Haven't been doing much of anything except the last month or so trying to get back in shape, getting up at 4:30 am go to work and go running for 4-5 miles, work, go home, lift a little weights, go to bed, repeat.

Made the History Channel, summer of 2000 going through Ranger school, they had a t.v. crew out there filming. Finally got a copy last month (2 frickin years) come to find out, all the video they took you only see me close to the very end! Sux!! Oh well. Let me get back to pretending I'm working and not playing on the Internet. Later Gator,

—Sergeant Buss

Hey Sarge, we gotta see that video, man. Came across some pics just the other day you'd sent me from Hawaii of yourself snuggled up to God & Country & sweet teat familia gob-smacked in face mud and camouflage. Spunky goo, maaan, spunky...

Speaking of changes, I just took a part-time job myself down at the neighborhood Moto Photo. Plan to join Gold's Gym which is three blocks away, soon after I get my first paycheck. I begin right after Labor Day. Should be a halfway decent job, 20-24 hours a week, cop a few skills, and spot check the pushy Chevy Chase photo-processing public before the whole stinking industry goes flat out digital. And this weight problem I've been hiding under an enormous appetite for has GOT TO VANISH INTO THIN AIR.

Meanwhile, I dolly around the house working up my websites long in ill-repair after three highly decorated years of preparing to move, moving, and reorganizing into the new place, a MUCH smaller place. But I can't complain, despite a mess of health issues. I've just got to straighten myself out, Sarge, one day at a time (he laughs with a big-assed ho ho ho, as if he were some buck naked private singing in the desert rain for pennies on the dollar and a new identity from which to launch a David Foster Wallace attack on all those sinking souls he knew by the sound of their tongues crying out from the purest unalloyed Turkish copper, rich in history, freshly poured off process from the long queue of smelting pots containing only the perfected element.) Truth unalloyed.

GT

Time: 29 Aug 2002 16:20:11

Yeah it's gonna cost your whole paycheck to go to Gold's Gym. They ain't cheap.Yeah I packed on 20-30 lbs since I've been out and now I've been running just about 4-5 times a week 3-5 miles and the only thing I noticed is I'm getting better at running again and I think my body is just adjusting to keep the fat and be able to run. What a bitch!! Have to come up with some more strategies besides just running, need to lift more weights or more exercises like push ups and pull ups, sit ups (definitely). Well, I'll keep trotting around the trail every morning until this shit falls off. What are you up to this weekend? Maybe I can wiggle myself away from the looney bin and the Master-Where's-Your-Paycheck.

Mrs. Beaversnatch

Mrs. Beaversnatch

Any Hooo let me know and I'll probably have to email or go somewhere and call since the in-laws don't have long distance calling after my sister-in-law raised the bill to over 500 bucks with her homey friends. What a wasted human she is, worthless as cancerous tits! Well I'll get back to ya.

—Roberto the Boogaloo Dance Technician

Come on down, Corona Pooch...since we cancelled our plans to go visit my mother in Chicago, we have zero inertia. Might go looking at affordable outboards this weekend just for kicks, but that might be even more fun if you were along. Paycheck? Uh, I don't START working until after Labor Day, but I don't really need the check to sign up at Gold's. Just thought it would be nice to see money coming in instead of always going out. Moving out of the ghetto put us bug-eyed in debt, again.

But let's get together for real. I'm hardly drinking anymore these days, weight and blood pressure issues. I'm a fat old man fer sure. Though I look younger than my age (47 in September), I look fatter than I feel, but then again I surely feel like the 300 pound ghostbuster I am, so who am I kidding? Saturday? Sunday? You name it. Wassup dude?

Anyway speaking of automobile troubles, I've got to get outa here and head out to Wheaton on the Metro to pick up our car that's currently in the body shop. While visiting down in Charlotte, NC earlier this month, Sue's childhood friend's husband backed into the rear door panel with his SUV. $1200 worth of crush and paint. The body shop has had it since Monday. No problem though. Sue takes Metro to work, and I don't leave the house, so the car rarely goes anywhere these days except on weekends occasionally.

Later,

GT

Dummy Page For My Old Pal


11 Sep

phasing-it-out

Phasing It Out

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Date: Thu Sep 11, 1997 9:31:26 AM America/New_York

Hi, my name is Michael Bussius. I am trying to trace my family history. I did a search and "the Bussius Branch" at your location. I am requesting any information you could give me about this site. If you could maybe have the person in charge of that page to contact me by way of e-mail, i would greatly appreciate it. Sincerely, Michael David Bussius

Hey Michael, sorry I can't really be of much help to you. Although I do remember you from a few months back when you signed my guestbook, promised to get back, and sure enough you were true to your word. The problems on this issue are severalfold. The reason you found my site in a search is because I set up a dummy page for my old pal Rob Bussius because of my plans to document the Washington, DC underground music scene from the middle Eighties to early Nineties of which the two of us were fringe participants. Unfortunately I have never gotten around, and it'll be some time yet, to constructing the Bussius or ANY of those topical pages, busy as I've been with so much other web material. In fact I have split my site into two sites, iMotedotcom for my Internet consulting business, and Project Scenewash for those personal artistic visions which plague my life. The infrastructure is in place; the pages are not.

Rob, meanwhile was here on a visit with his wife and child for the first time in over two years back this past June. He's in the US Army stationed in Hawaii. His mother is fully German. His father, second generation German-American, I believe. His grandfather was a Nazi party member. Rob has promised to write more often from the bunker than he has but so far I haven't heard from him. While he was here I showed him your guestbook signing, and had him sign. But that's about the extent of it. From his mother's side of the family there is supposed to exist some Prussian castle still associated with the family. At one point he and his mother were considering moving there, but did not.

Best I can offer is to keep in touch. Should I hear from Rob again I'll brief him on your most recent inquiry, and let him take it from there. He is not to date Internet savvy, but is studying hard to make sergeant in the forces. Thanks for visiting.

Peace, love, and roots of all boll weevils,

Gabriel Thy

Date: Tue, 30 Sep 1997 17:29:29

Hello again, thanks for answering my email. I actually found your friend Rob's number and address on the Internet. I tried to call him but he was in the field. Again thanks for your reply.

Sincerely,

Michael Bussius

S A M P L E X

"Ignorance and virtue suck on the same straw. Souls grow on bones, but die beneath bankers' hours.""


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