Hey guys. It’s been a while since you’ve heard Tim speak, but here’s his latest. In his third interview, I ask him about his deepest darkest secret (Hint: It has something to do with the world splitting between the peaceful and the hateful) and he also talks about other things too.
You might be wondering why this is here. I guess you can see it as a character feature. I feature him and his words as a sort of archive of humanity. Not in the circus tent sense, but as an archive of human realism. Tim’s honest, and a video of Tim being Tim is just what the world needs more of.
The video is extremely dark, but it captures the subject matter in an appropriately dark directorial style.
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If you haven’t heard of Tim’s Diaries, check out Moneydick.com/tim. You’ll learn somethin.
Here’s interview/story session number two in which he tells the story of how he was mistaken for a crack dealer (and tells the cops he was to teach them a lesson), and another about a car towed away after a mission to find dead flowers.

Well this was a funky day from the start. Simply because it started on Monday. I got off wok kind of late like at 7pm. I went to my friends house afterwards and we planned to goto his friends giant loft. we packed a bunch of stuff to go out with an artistic evening. I brought a skateboard that i freely confiscated from my work. It was a pink deck with pink royal trucks but it had a smoothe surface and good bearings. I brought a few T-shirts to paint too but those ended up bieng pointless. We got to the loft and the fuckin elivator didn’t work. What the Fuck. We had bigass tables and shit to bring to the top floor of a huge ass building. Since we’re pimps we haul that shit on up. I grabbed the last thing from the downstairs lobby a crack head comes up to the (thank God) locked glass door. He starts yelling at me about some motherfucker this, some nigga that. Despite the crackness, i understood that somebody from our building had dumped something onto his wife. It was paint or something. The crackhead was tellin me he wanted to talk to somebody or he woud break the door. I wasn’t about to open that door. I went upstairs and started to tell my homie what happined. He interrupted me an said he had dumped a 10 gallen bucket of soapy water out the window of the top floor onto a homeless person taking a shit on the sidewalk. After I made 3 trips on what felt like 10 flights of stairs the moving was complete. I immediately pulled up a chair and poured a fat cup of pinot grigio to chill out. We were playing music loud as fuck. I sanded down my board and got ready to paint my deck. It took all night but i will post a picture of desighn skills. I practically didn’t sleep and showed up to work at 1 when i was supposed to be there at 8. I came into work with a huge stack of company problems on my desk. I took an ADD er all that morning so I started handling shit on the quick tip. All on point with my shit and handled everything in 4 hours and left for home.
I then got all ready to take this amazing chik I just recently met to a great restaurant i know up the coast a lil bit. The funny thing is she went to the same high school as me and is friends with many of my friends and yet i dont remember meeting her before. (Truth be told I hardly remember family) We got there and were offered wine right away. We refused firstly because she probably felt they would ask for ID and secondly I didn’t wanna pay $12 a glass for some chet I didn’t like.I had 2 bottles in the car one from south africa and the other from france so I was already set. Funny thing is she ordered the cheapest thing on the menu while I jumped up on that Prime Rib and had a Double-Up on the AHjuu sauce. Right after we ordered steak and chicken the waiter was an asshole and serenaded us with the dessert special for the night. I forget the exact words but it was something along the lines of. The home-style ice creme is served on top of a brownie with a goey gadiva chocolate center with mgically delicious nuts on top that you have to order 20min. in advance because its so fuckin good. Of course I ordered that fuckin shit I almost wanted to skip the steak. After the dinner grubdown on the beachfront with waves crashing so heavenly in a way, the “Lava Mountain Cake” had presented itself with a few cups of coffee. That shit was explosive in flavor and had both of us hmmm-ing and shouting “FUCKIN DELICIOUS.” As usual I over tipped but the waiter did a good job. We left after, what i felt was, a wonderful evening and said our goodbye’s since she was leaving to go to school. I had my wine and busted out the gangsta ass bottle opener and started sippen away watching T.V. I passed out and even though I enjoyed myself I was very satisfied that those 48fuckin hours were over. That was the end of that.
Peace
Big Jiggen Tim

I am finding it hard to handle my own shit because I like to help others. They need my help so bad that if they dont recieve it they will die. (this is not a joke) I have this homie that is real close and he has been lying to me. He used to be a hardcore drug (real ones) addict (this means hourly sometime every 5 min for months even years). He told me he stopped and he did way back almost 1 year ago. He got sick one morning and I sent him to the hospitol. The doctor told him he would have died if he did not come. He had real internal problems not just some flu virus. I then later caught him doing bigtimer drugs again. He is going to Die in 3 years if he does not quit soon. I take care of him financially and phisically. He is in his mid twenties and I am slightly younger. His parents will not do anything for him except for throwing him in rehab. If he goes to rehab he will probably not be able to get back up off his feet. Right now he has a good job but is struggling due to the extensive use of hard drugs. I am doing everything I can to make shure my homie doesnt die from illness and does not drop off the bottom. Every time I help him with something and explain what he needs to do i get viciously yelled at for it even tho he can’t possibly do it on his own. He has done enough drugs already to damage his brain and is now functioning at about 30% (much slower and much more confused with lower attentien span). It hurts me so much to see a homie going down like this that at some time I want to quit. If I quit he will die and I must only blame myself for his death. Since I am fully responsible for a human life besides my own I understand what parents go through. It will be a difficult process but I am strong and Im gonna save this motherfuckers life. This is the exact reason I drink and I take much offence to bitches tellin me Im an Alcohaulic. So shut the fuck up or find some other way I can deal with life.
Hippocritically speaking:
Tim Jiggerit

Fuck man. Ive been so buis and shit lately i couldent even write this shit. Fuckin work side jobs and these drunkin nights i dont have time for nophin. But I am on it. I realized the issue and ima solve the problem. I cant stop parties, I cant stop working and I cant stop helping people. Solution-> make myself 10 times more gangsta: Drink more (to deal with extra stress) , Work faster (By forcing others at my work to do more shit that i dont want to do) , Get more energy(take more homies out to dinner and get drunk). Speaking of which I took a buch of my friends and this fine ass chick i kno (we will call her “Sally”) to a good ass italian place. Nigga this shit was off the heezo. First of all I walked right in the place ahead of some people but I didn’t realize it so it was OK. It was a cool lookin place and I ordered some Especial wine and it tasted way better than i expected. The food was delecious and when I say that I mean it was so fuckin mouth waterring good. Then right when Sally said they should have music or something they started to play “Thasssss AAAAAmooooraaayyyyy” what great timing. I left a huge tip in the shape of a rose on the top of the wine bottle in the center of the table (I hope it didn’t get thrown away). I had a fuckin blast man. I hope my friends enjoyed it as much as i did. Im gonna do this shit more often.(when I save a bit more money). The bill was only a ninty bucks for like five people so im amazed it was so good. Take your friends out to dinner some time you might have more fun than you think.
Tim FingerlickinJiggerin

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I met this guy on the street the other day named Tim. He told me all these things that blew my head right off. Being the internet-type, I told him to write a blog to get his words down. I’ve heard a lot of things outta mouths in my life, and I can guarantee that this man’s got nothing but emerald rubies spewing from his.
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Oh look, his first post!

WoW! Life is fuckin sweet. Only if you have the right perspective. Some people lose knowledge from television and some people gain from it. I try to look at like as an extreemly long playing telivision show. At some times there are commercials, those are unimportant feeling time that may or may not inflouence your life. There is also the main show- interaction with your friends or people you don’t even know. Sometimes its not even an event or anything its just pieces of enlightenment that are reached at the most random times. The point is that life can be a comedy, horrer, drama, action, or whatever the fuck you want. Just modify your perspective so that it is more broad and allows you to see more of the picture. Then again i could watch telivision on a television, the question is who is inflouencing “my mind” or the actual “television show.” Knowledge is power.
————Tim JiGGer

(this was posted by Tim, and is part of ‘Tim’s Diary‘)

Oh my fuckin god. My friend just reminded me to explain something i dont dwell on but he finds fucking hilarious. For some reson we were talking about soccer. I had come accross an idea that american soccer and mexican soccer were completely different. American soccer has rules and regulations and shit. Mexican soccer is actually two sports in one, 1.Mexican soccer and 2.Beatdown. Seee over there a player is allowed to literally bank some other nigga in the face as long as the ref dont see it. With this in mind it sounds as if you can get away with murder on the soccerfield as long as black and white stripes are distracted. This makes mexican soccer way better than American soccer.
Peace
Tim JiGGeroO

well umm… im going to be writing this shit with one hand right now because im at work and i need a free hand to sacrafice to ruffles greasy chips. my keyboard can’t recognize my fingerprint after about 5 chips. fuck! now i cant write i gotta handle hektek company fuckups(not my doing) but still my job to fix. haha.
Tim JiGGy