A very beautiful song. I hope you like it as much as I do. The artist is Conjure One but it features one of my favorite singers Poe. If you like the original version there is an even better ten minute version at the bottom of the post. The Solarstone remix is better I think.
Conjure One - Center Of The Sun
Young girl in the market
Music to the men
When the men leave
Her eyes are red
When her eyes are closed again she sees the dark market of above
And she sings
'They say the most horrible things
But I hear violins, when I close my eyes
I am at the center of the sun
And I cannot be hurt
By anything this wicked world has done'
Young boy in the market
Follows all the men
When the men leave
He's out of his head
When his eyes are closed again he sees the dark market of above
And he sings
'They break the most beautiful things
But I hear violins, when I close my eyes
I am at the center of the sun
And I cannot be hurt
By anything this wicked world has done
I look into your eyes
And I am at the center of the sun
And I cannot be hurt
By anything this wicked world has done'
Center of the sun
Young boy in the market
Sees the girl alone
And asks her
'Have you lost your way home?'
She sings
'You say the most beautiful things, just like my violins'
I look into your eyes
I am at the center of the sun
And I cannot be hurt
By anything this wicked world has done
When I close my eyes
I am at the center of the sun
And I cannot be hurt
By anything this wicked world has done
'Cause
I hear violins
I hear violins
I hear violins
I hear violins
Center of the sun
I hear ...violins
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Gibberish
An empty wine bottle and an obvious ambitious allure can create a somewhat turbulent lifestyle. Perhaps a piercing rhythm of time and punctuation can cure the timely punctuation? The madhouse is full of lollipop cindery, can the sugar crush—crush the sugar rush? Perhaps Jacks' bean stalk stalks the gray haired man's prophetic tales of metal rails? Fortune be told of a man who be both young and old, shall his shit hold water or the water hold his shit? Give me four steps toward the door or have the door take two steps towards the harpy inside. Sinners be warm with Belial's cross to wear and sin be warmer lying in her curly blonde hair. Gibberish is but a tongue we use so that snakes may shudder at the sight of our existence and pay pennies to our orbs that hold future's intent. I raise a glass to those that have made me what i am and in your praise I turn my back and spout this hymn. blah blah blah blah blah blah... Get lost in yourself and you'll find where maggots go to feast on shit and there you'll be reborn a larger maggot known only by the name... sheep!
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
busy
I'm really busy right now. I'm taking a few days off. However, the greatest graphic novel if not one of the top fifty pieces of literature ever produced is now a movie trailer. Enjoy!
Who watches the Watchmen?
Who watches the Watchmen?
Friday, July 18, 2008
An Update!
Megan, aka Crazy Bitch from my previous posts is going to be sending me a check for the taxi service and this ruined shirt.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
If You Had One Question To Ask, What Would It Be?
I know some people are expecting part II, and you will get it. However, this is my blog and therefore I get to write whatever I want whenever I want. I felt like writing about the subject called love.
Most people if asked, if you could have one question answered above all others what would it be? That question for most would be... Is there a god or is there life after death? To me I've always found that that would be the last question I'd ask. I care about what I do with my time here on earth and if something happens after that... I believe my positive energy will find its way to a happier place. Do I stare at the stars as one big giant puzzle, yes. I stare so much so that my heart hurts and I have a brief period of what I can only describe as vertigo. I sometimes feel that if there is a god... we just might be his/hers/its hardest puzzle. Why? Because of the real question:
What is love?
Love has been described as the neural equivalent of cocaine addiction—that our brain stimulates certain parts of itself with chemicals and gives us a false sense of euphoria. The euphoric state is to help us look past certain flaws in a long term mate for the short term so that we get excitable and look to reproduce. This is what we describe as the honeymoon phase. In short our bodies fool us with a false sense of happiness so we can fulfill our destiny by producing offspring. Bummer... if you look at it that way.
Love? What the hell is it? Perhaps it's the universes way of helping us find that special someone that can help us heal our wounds. Does certain forces outside our control move us like pawns in order to find that someone that can understand us in ways no other could?
Perhaps... we are like pebbles in a stream bumping into each other until we nest into a groove that causes us to be stationary. Over and over again I've thought I've found love but I lie to myself too easily. Sometimes that which we want so badly can cause us to be blind to the truth that it isn't there. I was comfortable in my marriage and I had everything. I was free to be pleasured anytime I wanted, I was cared for and I was loved. I still wasn't happy. Why? I wasn't in love. It took me eight years to understand that my eyes were bigger. I see the world in a way I wish I could give to others, like some black rimmed antique pair of glasses. Those that are closest to me understand this. I have the uncanny knack of listening, learning and just loving and it draws people to me. It pushes those that don't understand it to bullying me. I feel pity for them. All you have to do is love and you'll be rewarded in ways you can't even imagine.
But what is love and why haven't I found it? I'll find it when my pebble stops moving... it might never stop but I have a feeling it will. It'll stop for someone that has big eyes, someone that shares their love openly without judging or ridiculing. It'll stop for someone who is amazed everyday that they are alive and notices the sun beating on their skin and the smell of flowers in the air. It'll stop for an optimist and a dreamer, someone with an imagination to lead and a heart to follow.
Lastly, what is love? Love is the biggest mystery us as a species will always be trying to find the answer to. Love is looking into his or her eyes ten, twenty, thirty years down the life line and knowing that the happiest day of your life is ten, twenty, thirty years later when you have to say goodbye and your last wish before you pass on is to look into your loves eyes one more time.
Most people if asked, if you could have one question answered above all others what would it be? That question for most would be... Is there a god or is there life after death? To me I've always found that that would be the last question I'd ask. I care about what I do with my time here on earth and if something happens after that... I believe my positive energy will find its way to a happier place. Do I stare at the stars as one big giant puzzle, yes. I stare so much so that my heart hurts and I have a brief period of what I can only describe as vertigo. I sometimes feel that if there is a god... we just might be his/hers/its hardest puzzle. Why? Because of the real question:
What is love?
Love has been described as the neural equivalent of cocaine addiction—that our brain stimulates certain parts of itself with chemicals and gives us a false sense of euphoria. The euphoric state is to help us look past certain flaws in a long term mate for the short term so that we get excitable and look to reproduce. This is what we describe as the honeymoon phase. In short our bodies fool us with a false sense of happiness so we can fulfill our destiny by producing offspring. Bummer... if you look at it that way.
Love? What the hell is it? Perhaps it's the universes way of helping us find that special someone that can help us heal our wounds. Does certain forces outside our control move us like pawns in order to find that someone that can understand us in ways no other could?
Perhaps... we are like pebbles in a stream bumping into each other until we nest into a groove that causes us to be stationary. Over and over again I've thought I've found love but I lie to myself too easily. Sometimes that which we want so badly can cause us to be blind to the truth that it isn't there. I was comfortable in my marriage and I had everything. I was free to be pleasured anytime I wanted, I was cared for and I was loved. I still wasn't happy. Why? I wasn't in love. It took me eight years to understand that my eyes were bigger. I see the world in a way I wish I could give to others, like some black rimmed antique pair of glasses. Those that are closest to me understand this. I have the uncanny knack of listening, learning and just loving and it draws people to me. It pushes those that don't understand it to bullying me. I feel pity for them. All you have to do is love and you'll be rewarded in ways you can't even imagine.
But what is love and why haven't I found it? I'll find it when my pebble stops moving... it might never stop but I have a feeling it will. It'll stop for someone that has big eyes, someone that shares their love openly without judging or ridiculing. It'll stop for someone who is amazed everyday that they are alive and notices the sun beating on their skin and the smell of flowers in the air. It'll stop for an optimist and a dreamer, someone with an imagination to lead and a heart to follow.
Lastly, what is love? Love is the biggest mystery us as a species will always be trying to find the answer to. Love is looking into his or her eyes ten, twenty, thirty years down the life line and knowing that the happiest day of your life is ten, twenty, thirty years later when you have to say goodbye and your last wish before you pass on is to look into your loves eyes one more time.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Not 100% True
I'm still learning as i go with this whole blogging thing. I should've mentioned before my last post that the "V is for Virginity and Valium" post is only partially a memory from the experience. I really only remember a few bits and pieces being it was so long ago and I assumed readers would understand by all the jokes that it was more of a humorous essay about the situation for people. I apologize if you read it and took it for the full representation of the moment. I've had a lot of people confide in me their "V" story and couldn't help but notice a common thread of insecurity and uncomfortableness. I think those feelings should be replaced with laughter and humor about the situation... just my opinion. While several of the details are true and the overall theme is consistent with my memory there are parts that have been exaggerated. Apparently this blog is important enough that it requires an explanation like this one. I will preface any future posts that aren't 100% true with just that statement. This series was first branching out into this kinda' exaggerated writing. After a talk with some friends i felt it was important I notify readers of it.
I apologize for not letting my readers know up front.
I apologize for not letting my readers know up front.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
V is for Virginity and Valium (Part I)
For some it's not easy to talk about losing your virginity. For others it's hard to tell the story without feeling awkward and wondering if you fit into the social norms of the situation. For everyone whether you were married or thirteen it's just an uncomfortably weird but exciting experience. The subject of losing ones virginity due to rape is a different post for a different time. For the most part we all fit in the fun but awkward category. Most people wish they knew back then what they know now. I'm the first to admit that I knew nothing of a girls body (clitoris... wink, wink) before I had started perusing the female terrain. Most guys don't and that is why a girl with good teaching skills can be really effective in the beginning. Not sure why I prefaced these posts with this paragraph but who cares?
I was talking to someone today and i had mentioned that my favorite holiday was halloween. I thought to myself that it had always been my favorite holiday since I was a kid, probably cause I have a terrible sweet tooth. That's when i remembered something I hadn't thought about in years. I remembered that i lost my virginity on Halloween—during the original Friday the 13th movie. My first time was a little awkward but i assume most peoples are. I was so nervous about doing everything right, mostly about getting the condom on and it was hard to well... keep it hard (I'll explain in more detail). I suggest that if you are a coworker of mine gather others around and read this aloud... cause this shits fuckin' funny. This is why they either call me brave or stupid.
I'll set the scene. I'm at my girlfriend at the times parents house. She had just put her brother to bed. We were in the living room fooling around on the floor under some blankets when I asked her if she wanted to do "it". "It" has got to be the most ambiguous word in the english language yet we all know what it means in this situation. She said yes (not an answer I was used to getting) and then she asked me if I had protection. I reassured her that I had a very good protection spell I could use being that I was a level 22 wizard in our local D&D club. Not the best joke for the occasion. Fortunately, for some reason in high school you actually would carry a condom in your wallet. It's so tacky but it worked out for me that night, to bad it was handed down to me by my father and dated 1978. I believe it even had Barry Gibb giving a thumbs up on the package... maybe not. We both took our pants and thongs completely off. This is where it got difficult. Apparently, you have to be a magician the first time you try to put a condom on. We had no bananas at my school and if you've never practiced putting a condom on at that age it's no fun. First... it was inside out (sigh) then... I didn't squeeze the tip (double sigh) next... I'm getting worried and well that just doesn't help anything. After a couple of minutes of playing what the hell is this torture device known as a rubber I was having a difficult time standing to attention. After a couple more minutes and of course waking her back up I was finally able to get the glove on. She did however tell me that next time I was going to have to figure it out without the use of duct tape. Now I was standing tall and ready for my journey into manhood.
to be continued...
I was talking to someone today and i had mentioned that my favorite holiday was halloween. I thought to myself that it had always been my favorite holiday since I was a kid, probably cause I have a terrible sweet tooth. That's when i remembered something I hadn't thought about in years. I remembered that i lost my virginity on Halloween—during the original Friday the 13th movie. My first time was a little awkward but i assume most peoples are. I was so nervous about doing everything right, mostly about getting the condom on and it was hard to well... keep it hard (I'll explain in more detail). I suggest that if you are a coworker of mine gather others around and read this aloud... cause this shits fuckin' funny. This is why they either call me brave or stupid.
I'll set the scene. I'm at my girlfriend at the times parents house. She had just put her brother to bed. We were in the living room fooling around on the floor under some blankets when I asked her if she wanted to do "it". "It" has got to be the most ambiguous word in the english language yet we all know what it means in this situation. She said yes (not an answer I was used to getting) and then she asked me if I had protection. I reassured her that I had a very good protection spell I could use being that I was a level 22 wizard in our local D&D club. Not the best joke for the occasion. Fortunately, for some reason in high school you actually would carry a condom in your wallet. It's so tacky but it worked out for me that night, to bad it was handed down to me by my father and dated 1978. I believe it even had Barry Gibb giving a thumbs up on the package... maybe not. We both took our pants and thongs completely off. This is where it got difficult. Apparently, you have to be a magician the first time you try to put a condom on. We had no bananas at my school and if you've never practiced putting a condom on at that age it's no fun. First... it was inside out (sigh) then... I didn't squeeze the tip (double sigh) next... I'm getting worried and well that just doesn't help anything. After a couple of minutes of playing what the hell is this torture device known as a rubber I was having a difficult time standing to attention. After a couple more minutes and of course waking her back up I was finally able to get the glove on. She did however tell me that next time I was going to have to figure it out without the use of duct tape. Now I was standing tall and ready for my journey into manhood.
to be continued...
ABC's
I stole this from pensive. It's contagious.
A is for age. I'm a 22 year old stuck in a handsome 28 year olds body.
B is for Burger of Choice. Texas Road House or Westport Flea Market... I like bacon more than the burger actually.
C is for Car. 2008 Toyota FJ Cruiser. One of GQ's top three retro vehicles.
D is for daughters. I'll be such a "daddy's girl" but that's a little ways off.
E is for essential item you use every day. My heart, without it I'd be lost.
F is for favorite tv show. Transformers
G is for groceries. I'm a PB&J kinda guy but I love fixing tacos and I make a really good mostacolli!
H is for how often you embarrass yourself. I don't get embarrassed anymore because I would never come out of the house if I did.
I is for ice cream. chocolate with chocolate chips or brownie with chocolate syrup. Did I mention i love chocolate?
J is for juice. I'm going to go with my daily dose of Propel fitness water for this one. Wait... I LOVE grapefruit juice!
K is for kids. Closest thing is me joining Big Brothers Big Sisters.
L is for Lipstick. My lips rock without it... plus I'm a dude.
M is for Mexican food. Can anyone say Jose Peppers? I love guacamole.
N is for number of piercings. I used to have 4 earrings but they jingled during sex so now i just have 2.
O is for Optometry. I wear glasses when i drive at night.
P is for People You Were With Today. Me, myself, and I... so far.
Q is for Quiet Time. I just got back into painting.
R is for Biggest Regret. Getting married knowing I didn't lover her anymore.
S is for sports you play. Golf, Basketball, anything...
T is for tattoo. I'm still working on it.
U is for what is unique about you. I have a different view of everything. I guess i zag when everyone zigs.
V is for Vegetables you Love. Carrots!!! My grandma used to call me Bugs from bugs bunny.
W is for Worst Habit. clothes shopping!
X is for number of x rays. Like twelve.
Y is for Yummy Food you ate today. Nothing today. But anything from La Bodega is good!
Z is for Zodiac. Capricorn but I hate being defined by only certain attributes—there are things about me that fit in all the zodiac.
A is for age. I'm a 22 year old stuck in a handsome 28 year olds body.
B is for Burger of Choice. Texas Road House or Westport Flea Market... I like bacon more than the burger actually.
C is for Car. 2008 Toyota FJ Cruiser. One of GQ's top three retro vehicles.
D is for daughters. I'll be such a "daddy's girl" but that's a little ways off.
E is for essential item you use every day. My heart, without it I'd be lost.
F is for favorite tv show. Transformers
G is for groceries. I'm a PB&J kinda guy but I love fixing tacos and I make a really good mostacolli!
H is for how often you embarrass yourself. I don't get embarrassed anymore because I would never come out of the house if I did.
I is for ice cream. chocolate with chocolate chips or brownie with chocolate syrup. Did I mention i love chocolate?
J is for juice. I'm going to go with my daily dose of Propel fitness water for this one. Wait... I LOVE grapefruit juice!
K is for kids. Closest thing is me joining Big Brothers Big Sisters.
L is for Lipstick. My lips rock without it... plus I'm a dude.
M is for Mexican food. Can anyone say Jose Peppers? I love guacamole.
N is for number of piercings. I used to have 4 earrings but they jingled during sex so now i just have 2.
O is for Optometry. I wear glasses when i drive at night.
P is for People You Were With Today. Me, myself, and I... so far.
Q is for Quiet Time. I just got back into painting.
R is for Biggest Regret. Getting married knowing I didn't lover her anymore.
S is for sports you play. Golf, Basketball, anything...
T is for tattoo. I'm still working on it.
U is for what is unique about you. I have a different view of everything. I guess i zag when everyone zigs.
V is for Vegetables you Love. Carrots!!! My grandma used to call me Bugs from bugs bunny.
W is for Worst Habit. clothes shopping!
X is for number of x rays. Like twelve.
Y is for Yummy Food you ate today. Nothing today. But anything from La Bodega is good!
Z is for Zodiac. Capricorn but I hate being defined by only certain attributes—there are things about me that fit in all the zodiac.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Everlast
Kick on your Itunes and sample the songs I mention in this post. You might just like what you hear.
I went through some older cd's and found all three of my Everlast albums. Most people remember "What it's like" a socially conscious song that came out during the rise of the backstreet boys, brittany spears and n*sync. I bought "Whitey Ford Sings The Blues" and instantly gravitated to the bluesy sound. I was not a big fan of his rap skills but could look past that. Eat at Whitey's came out a few years later. It was a descent album and have a few songs that still touch me today like "Love For Real" - featuring N'Dea Davenport. Nobody can sing about loneliness like Everlast in my opinion. Some other good ones to check out are "I Can't Move" "We're All Gonna Die". Then came "White Trash Beautiful" people were hesitant due to the name not wanting to be associated with the white trash idea. This was by far his best album and most heartbreaking. This album inspires me to do my art more than any other. This album might not seem like a concept album but it is through and through. It's about those less fortunate dealing with the same heartaches and loneliness we all deal with. It kicks off with "Blinded By The Sun" a beautifully rich intro piece. Then it goes into "broken" and I almost need to stop listening at this point because I feel it. Then it moves into "White Trash Beautiful" a modern day tale of love, somewhat uplifting. A few songs later he hits you with "Warning" showing the hypocrisy in every man's soul. Then comes the ultimate true story in "Angel" this one is very relatable to me. Now comes the saddened country ballad including rainfall "This Kind Of Lonely". If you haven't been won over yet "Soul Music" will do just that. "Lonely Road" is good and so is "Pain". Finally it ends with "Maybe" which isn't really an ending at all but after you've felt so saddened and fired up there's hope at the end.
Finally, here is his new single and it is phenomenal, a no holds barred approach to the war.
I went through some older cd's and found all three of my Everlast albums. Most people remember "What it's like" a socially conscious song that came out during the rise of the backstreet boys, brittany spears and n*sync. I bought "Whitey Ford Sings The Blues" and instantly gravitated to the bluesy sound. I was not a big fan of his rap skills but could look past that. Eat at Whitey's came out a few years later. It was a descent album and have a few songs that still touch me today like "Love For Real" - featuring N'Dea Davenport. Nobody can sing about loneliness like Everlast in my opinion. Some other good ones to check out are "I Can't Move" "We're All Gonna Die". Then came "White Trash Beautiful" people were hesitant due to the name not wanting to be associated with the white trash idea. This was by far his best album and most heartbreaking. This album inspires me to do my art more than any other. This album might not seem like a concept album but it is through and through. It's about those less fortunate dealing with the same heartaches and loneliness we all deal with. It kicks off with "Blinded By The Sun" a beautifully rich intro piece. Then it goes into "broken" and I almost need to stop listening at this point because I feel it. Then it moves into "White Trash Beautiful" a modern day tale of love, somewhat uplifting. A few songs later he hits you with "Warning" showing the hypocrisy in every man's soul. Then comes the ultimate true story in "Angel" this one is very relatable to me. Now comes the saddened country ballad including rainfall "This Kind Of Lonely". If you haven't been won over yet "Soul Music" will do just that. "Lonely Road" is good and so is "Pain". Finally it ends with "Maybe" which isn't really an ending at all but after you've felt so saddened and fired up there's hope at the end.
Finally, here is his new single and it is phenomenal, a no holds barred approach to the war.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Ain't No Sunshine...
The song melted into my ears. "Ain't no sunshine when she's gone... Only darkness every day..." I could only hope to focus on the wine glass in front of me. With each ripple of the beautiful white liquid I saw only her face. I'd only known her so briefly, I shouldn't have these feelings, I couldn't have these feelings... I haven't had these feelings in years. Yes, I was married but that thermometer read dead way before we even were married. We were blind mice in society's maze looking for cheese and yet finding only poison. See... I'm still jaded and bitter, so why these feelings? "Ain't no sunshine when she's gone... and this house just ain't no home anytime she goes away..." I was mad. I was sad. I was... lonely.
All I had at that moment was Vince, my piano man I've known for five or six years. I've seen Vince play in his apartment which used to be right above mine. I've seen Vince when he played at Gert's. I've seen him play at Jo D's and then the Bulldog. I now for the first time witness him in all his glory as a single man, in a place called Thomas on a dead Tuesday night. He's magnificent... he knows people, he knows life. The piano man has heard every story, every heartbreak, every failure... now he gets to hear mine. Poor guy, mine is a story of a boy with a heart too big and skin too thin to bear it. I try to not feel, to not want. It would be a shame to let all that I have to give in love go to waste. I'm more than I was and now as a man I'll be so much more. I'm scared. I'm lonely. I'm also stronger. For once I'm really me and that's what everyone is going to get. I have no idea why she won't call or text but it's a little unfair to not get an answer after a couple of invites. I just... really enjoyed being with her, more than anyone I've met in awhile.
"Anytime she goes away"
— Please visit my buddy Vince Cook at Thomas right next to KU Med by Spit Fire. Give him some money and then ask him to play No Handle Bars by the Flobots... It's great! Mention you know me and maybe after enough people mention me he'll add Nina Simone to the book.
All I had at that moment was Vince, my piano man I've known for five or six years. I've seen Vince play in his apartment which used to be right above mine. I've seen Vince when he played at Gert's. I've seen him play at Jo D's and then the Bulldog. I now for the first time witness him in all his glory as a single man, in a place called Thomas on a dead Tuesday night. He's magnificent... he knows people, he knows life. The piano man has heard every story, every heartbreak, every failure... now he gets to hear mine. Poor guy, mine is a story of a boy with a heart too big and skin too thin to bear it. I try to not feel, to not want. It would be a shame to let all that I have to give in love go to waste. I'm more than I was and now as a man I'll be so much more. I'm scared. I'm lonely. I'm also stronger. For once I'm really me and that's what everyone is going to get. I have no idea why she won't call or text but it's a little unfair to not get an answer after a couple of invites. I just... really enjoyed being with her, more than anyone I've met in awhile.
"Anytime she goes away"
— Please visit my buddy Vince Cook at Thomas right next to KU Med by Spit Fire. Give him some money and then ask him to play No Handle Bars by the Flobots... It's great! Mention you know me and maybe after enough people mention me he'll add Nina Simone to the book.
I Want You
If someone could show me a better live performance than this... I would be thoroughly amazed.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Terrible Poem #6
I wrote this real quick one late friday night. I was sitting on the plaza outside blonde waiting for some friends to show up. I kept going back to this thought that everyone entering the club was either wearing black or white. This interested me because one night stands seem black and white. Felt fitting to think of it that way.
Black and white—
blouses shuffling in the night.
Boney hips waiving;
simple lover's playing.
Black dress and blonde dye;
desperation marks her thigh.
Searching for sweet youth;
ignoring the strange truth.
betrayed by a sonic noose;
cotton boundaries slipping loose.
Chivalry is a price to pay;
for the players' game to play.
Begging him not to leave;
lust lies in its sleeve.
bye crows the cock;
hello chimes the clock.
For another innocent night;
of black and of white.
Black and white—
blouses shuffling in the night.
Boney hips waiving;
simple lover's playing.
Black dress and blonde dye;
desperation marks her thigh.
Searching for sweet youth;
ignoring the strange truth.
betrayed by a sonic noose;
cotton boundaries slipping loose.
Chivalry is a price to pay;
for the players' game to play.
Begging him not to leave;
lust lies in its sleeve.
bye crows the cock;
hello chimes the clock.
For another innocent night;
of black and of white.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
I Forgot About This Part (Thanks Dick Navis!)
You forgot the part where Megan hit on a (married) cop when we were leaving Power and Light. She toddled over to him and started saying things like “You’re really hot” and “Are you married?” while caressing his neck and shoulders. My philosophy is that you shouldn’t even make eye contact with the cops, let alone ask one if he’s a swinger. So I tried interrupting them to get her away from him by saying “Sorry, we both have a thing for guys in uniforms. Are you ready to go Megan?”
Then she stuck her hand in my face in an “oh-no-you didn’t” gesture and told the cop “I fucking hate him.”
Then she stuck her hand in my face in an “oh-no-you didn’t” gesture and told the cop “I fucking hate him.”
I Can't Stand The Word Smitten
but it's the only word that seems to describe me these days. I'm really crazy about the David Sedaris girl right now and it feels so good. It feels like a relief but it's also nerve racking at the same time. All I know is, having someone that has so much in common with you and being able to share yourself and feel new again... makes me happy.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Her Name Was Megan And I Almost Killed The Bitch! (Part II)
It became apparent to me that Megan was not in the best of shape walking back to the stage. She started randomly jumping on guys and dancing with them. It was the most embarrassing moment I've been through since i started going to Power and Light. Somehow she was able to score another drink on the way down and I couldn't get it away from her. We finally got back to the stage area where i had left Kelli and friends. However, there was only one other person there to greet me and it was Nick. He told me they had left and that's when my stomach sunk. Not again i thought. I immediately asked Megan if she had her cell phone and if she could call Kelli. By the looks of it she didn't have her cell phone. She verified it in her own garbled english (not a good sign). I took her to the front of McFadden's but no cabby would take her. That's when i found out she had no money or credit cards on her. All she had was her ID and some lip gloss.
Nick and I had to figure out something before things got really bad. I asked her if it was cool if i drive her home, with eyes closing fast she shook her head yes. I half carried her to the elevator and down to the FJ. When we got to the car I asked her where she lived. She said she didn't know... and then she mentioned she lived off 67th street. I continued to ask her if she could give me any more information but she was faded at this point. I decided to go ahead and drive her around 67th to see if she recognized anything. Nick and I started to walk her to the car and that's when it happened... the first freak out. Her eyes opened and something about the situation had set her off. She went on a mini-tear about how she was not getting into some strangers car. She then proceeded to tell Nick he was a creepy little dude. I understood why she would be scared but there was just no other way. I was finally able to coax her into the car by letting her hold my wallet with ID. At this point I was driving to 67th street and Megan is not looking good. She continues to blabbler about how we're going to take advantage of her and all i can do is laugh. Fortunately for her she was left in the hands of two guys that just want to get her home safe.
Needless to say on our way to 67th street I had to pull over a couple of times so she could puke. I still debate in my head whether or not to have left that crazy girl at Power and Light. I've heard about so many rape stories there I always get concerned. Well, I couldn't do anything about it now. We drove up and down 67th street but she had no idea where she lived. That's when I asked her if she was cool crashing at our place. She shook her head yes and I was relieved because it was getting really late. We pulled up to the house and I started towards the front door. That's when Megan started to throw a temper tantrum about how she wanted to stay at her place and not a couple of random guys house. A very fair statement to make when you're sober and know where the fuck you live. I had had it at this point, I dolled out the situation as it was and then asked her what she wanted me to do about it. That's when she started to pout and cry. She leaned up against the stairway and passed out. I didn't know what to do at this point... leave her there? Nick smoked a cigarette and i kept him company. Finally, Megan came around again and that's when a miracle happened, she now remembered her address. I told her to sit still as I would go into the house and mapquest it. A minute later I wanted to throw my computer out the window. Internet was down again. At this point I went downstairs and decided to just call Yellow cab and give it another try. I sat on the cement wall and called them. The next moment was the scariest point of the night. As I'm talking on the phone, out of nowhere this crazy chick tackles me backwards. In one moment I had this happen; Concrete cuts open the back of my $170 pair of jeans, My brand new $75 dollar white button up covered in wet mud (destroyed & I'll post a picture of it), My camera in my back pocket gashed. That wasn't even the worst of it. This girl who has been ripping me up and down because she thinks I've got bad intentions starts telling me I'm cute and tries to kiss me with her pukey breath. It was an extremely gross and horrifying moment. I immediately pushed her off and finished my conversation with Yellow Cab.
So puke breath is now even scarier and the new cab driver won't take her by herself. I end up riding with them to her place where she ends up falling asleep in my lap. I just prayed to god that she wouldn't puke on me. We got to her place and as soon as we did, she unleashes furry on the pavement in the form of breakfast, lunch, and dinner. So gross! I thought the cab driver was going to hurl. I payed for the cab and proceeded to carry her to her house. Turns out she's just a nanny there. Yeah, this chick looks after kids all day, holy hell! She walks inside and turns around and the next few minutes had me furious. Megan decides to berate me for the situation she's in and keeps suggesting that I wanted to get with her all night. I've never thought about violence on anyone let alone a girl but man I wanted to knock this bitch out. I'm a total pacifist so I laughed at her and just walked off. I had the cab driver return me home and I payed him again.
I'm currently trying to track Megan down because i couldn't remember the address to send her the bill. What a terrible ordeal. I'm going to things a little differently next time.
Nick and I had to figure out something before things got really bad. I asked her if it was cool if i drive her home, with eyes closing fast she shook her head yes. I half carried her to the elevator and down to the FJ. When we got to the car I asked her where she lived. She said she didn't know... and then she mentioned she lived off 67th street. I continued to ask her if she could give me any more information but she was faded at this point. I decided to go ahead and drive her around 67th to see if she recognized anything. Nick and I started to walk her to the car and that's when it happened... the first freak out. Her eyes opened and something about the situation had set her off. She went on a mini-tear about how she was not getting into some strangers car. She then proceeded to tell Nick he was a creepy little dude. I understood why she would be scared but there was just no other way. I was finally able to coax her into the car by letting her hold my wallet with ID. At this point I was driving to 67th street and Megan is not looking good. She continues to blabbler about how we're going to take advantage of her and all i can do is laugh. Fortunately for her she was left in the hands of two guys that just want to get her home safe.
Needless to say on our way to 67th street I had to pull over a couple of times so she could puke. I still debate in my head whether or not to have left that crazy girl at Power and Light. I've heard about so many rape stories there I always get concerned. Well, I couldn't do anything about it now. We drove up and down 67th street but she had no idea where she lived. That's when I asked her if she was cool crashing at our place. She shook her head yes and I was relieved because it was getting really late. We pulled up to the house and I started towards the front door. That's when Megan started to throw a temper tantrum about how she wanted to stay at her place and not a couple of random guys house. A very fair statement to make when you're sober and know where the fuck you live. I had had it at this point, I dolled out the situation as it was and then asked her what she wanted me to do about it. That's when she started to pout and cry. She leaned up against the stairway and passed out. I didn't know what to do at this point... leave her there? Nick smoked a cigarette and i kept him company. Finally, Megan came around again and that's when a miracle happened, she now remembered her address. I told her to sit still as I would go into the house and mapquest it. A minute later I wanted to throw my computer out the window. Internet was down again. At this point I went downstairs and decided to just call Yellow cab and give it another try. I sat on the cement wall and called them. The next moment was the scariest point of the night. As I'm talking on the phone, out of nowhere this crazy chick tackles me backwards. In one moment I had this happen; Concrete cuts open the back of my $170 pair of jeans, My brand new $75 dollar white button up covered in wet mud (destroyed & I'll post a picture of it), My camera in my back pocket gashed. That wasn't even the worst of it. This girl who has been ripping me up and down because she thinks I've got bad intentions starts telling me I'm cute and tries to kiss me with her pukey breath. It was an extremely gross and horrifying moment. I immediately pushed her off and finished my conversation with Yellow Cab.
So puke breath is now even scarier and the new cab driver won't take her by herself. I end up riding with them to her place where she ends up falling asleep in my lap. I just prayed to god that she wouldn't puke on me. We got to her place and as soon as we did, she unleashes furry on the pavement in the form of breakfast, lunch, and dinner. So gross! I thought the cab driver was going to hurl. I payed for the cab and proceeded to carry her to her house. Turns out she's just a nanny there. Yeah, this chick looks after kids all day, holy hell! She walks inside and turns around and the next few minutes had me furious. Megan decides to berate me for the situation she's in and keeps suggesting that I wanted to get with her all night. I've never thought about violence on anyone let alone a girl but man I wanted to knock this bitch out. I'm a total pacifist so I laughed at her and just walked off. I had the cab driver return me home and I payed him again.
I'm currently trying to track Megan down because i couldn't remember the address to send her the bill. What a terrible ordeal. I'm going to things a little differently next time.
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