on bills. Here is some general rambling about my friends.
forever. Used to work with him at a computer store back in the 80s. We quickly
realized that we had the same interests. Drinking, cars and women. Not necessary
in that order. We quickly started a competition on how much money of the 80s
economic boom we could spend. I think it was a draw, but I was to drunk to
remember. He is a great guy, and by driving a Harley he also proves he´s a
man. We used to race together, in 2L offshore boat racing with Hagis as the
driver and me as the co-pilot. Which is pretty funny to people who know me,
being able to get lost in a small paper bag. I think that dead weight is a
better description than co-pilot. Going 70 knots with him for an hour and an
half was probably the scariest and funniest thing I lived
trough.
Now, with both having families we dont get
together often enough but sometimes we meet and drink beers.
Mats (The Beast)
I got to know Mats through Hagis. He got fed up living under
communist rule in Sweden (his own words) and moved to the USA. He now lives in
Madison, Wisconsin, working as a trim carpenter.
Here is some
pictures that probably explains why Mats admires me so much. I learned him all
my bodybuilding tips. Like starting the day with a big healthy cup of coke an
Cheesy poofs. He got all his nutrition advise from me (left picture).
The
thing that really impresses me about him, is his ability to handle large
quantities of booze. The reason is probably him being from the north of sweden
(norrland) Actually, I remember when I went to visit him at his home town. Being
at a party and pulling up a bottle of Absolut Vodka. All the locals started to
laugh. “You actually BUY your booze?”
He is really a philosopher
despite appearances. The first time I saw him I just thought he was this weird
bodybuilder with no brain, but I was wrong. Totally wrong. He is one of the
smartest people I know.
I went to visit him in Wisconsin last
year. We took his Corvette and headed towards California. During nine days we
went from Chicago, down to L.A and back.
He
drove most of the way, me faking being jet-lagged. My travelling tip to you is,
never go cross country with a Corvette. There were stuff all over the place in
the car. Next time, Winnebago.
Janne
This is also a longtime friend. Used to be
my boss. And if you ever need a boss, this is the kind you want. He is an expert
on delegation, so he always know who to put on the job. He is also man enough to
say that he does not have a clue. But he will also always know someone else who
does.
The only problem is that he thinks he´s a great fisherman,
but he stinks. But nobody is perfect.
Henke
The
first time I met Henke was down in his hometown in Smögen Sweden. Every
year he had this party during one week in summer. Usually 8 to 10 people from
Stockholm used to go down to visit him down in Smögen. Everyone stayed at
his place so it was a bit crowded. Imagine a couple of bikers on Harleys and
eight other drunk guys living at your place for a week. He worked all the time
as a disk-jockey, so he could not party as much as the rest of us. Everybody was
always welcome. No problem. Just to give you a couple of examples, one night at
4 in the morning one of the guys decided to adjust his carburator on his Harley.
So he fires it up and started to adjust the carburator with wide-open trottle.
The neighbors loved it. Another night someone walked in to the wrong apartment,
sat down with the family and started to complain about the bad show on TV. It
took him around 10 minutes before he realized that he was in the wrong
apartment. Henke thought that that was funny. The amazing thing is that we are
all still friends.
