The Weather is Here, I Wish You Were Beautiful

Still here on the coast of Georgia. Warm. Golf. Cold Beers. Life is a breeze. Back to reality soon. Happy holidays all.

Long Road


And you try your whole life to make the crowd happy. Make everyone happy. You try and try and try.

Consequently, it makes you feel happy to make them happy. Then one day you realize that it doesn't really make you happy. All of it doesn't really do you any good.

The crowd ultimately loses faith, loses attention, or loses confidence in you. Of course, they move on. They always do. Some will get angry. Some will wonder what makes them content. Only a few will remain in contact out of the thousands you talked to during that time.

And then one day, they'll all come back.

Go away.

Evolution Revolution Love


If it's more of a thought, as opposed to just an act of courtesy, then it means something.

If you find that you ever have to wake up more than once a week by hitting the snooze button on your alarm clock repeatedly, stop and ask yourself why you do that while you are wide awake and you might find some interesting answers, and if you're lucky, some more questions.

Is it possible to go insane without the people in your life around you knowing that you ever did?

Look at this little story below:

They Told Me With Anger To Open My Eyes! I See Better When I Squint Though.

Is it possible to pass out on a beach near the equator and get awakened before sunrise by a security officer who asks if you are crazy (from the drink)? And then watch with bleary eyes the next morning as a tank drives over where you passed out from the window at the beach apartment you crawled back to after being awakened? Yes. These are answers I do know.

Paul was paranoid of the dogs in the park so he carried pepper spray with him while he walked outside. He didn't know why he was scared of them until he started to pull at his hair one day when he suddenly remembered the time a dog bit his hand when he tried to feed it a piece of his burger. He was a child visiting the local carnival when that happened to him. Tina was paranoid of people who walked by her in the park. Tina did not like the fact that she could randomly be attacked up by some teens at the park on any given day. So Tina carried a gun. The teens did not like the fact that they were always being looked at the wrong way by certain people in the park and cared as much for the quality of their knives as they did for the quality of their skateboards.

The day Paul remembered the incident about the dog biting his hand, all of the other parties mentioned above were at the above mentioned park with him. He started crying and pulling at his hair. Pulling his hair and it hurt. Everyone saw this in the park. Not one person came to Paul's aid. They were all paranoid of each other. A dog ran over to Paul after it heard him crying.

Just then, I remembered that I wasn't in the courtyard of the institution, but at the park on a day pass. I started pulling at my hair and pulled out the pepper spray and pointed it towards the dog. A woman named Tina ran over and told me that she was going to shoot me if I sprayed the dog. The teens skated over on their boards and pulled out their knives and told Tina they would stab her if she shot me. I then passed out from nervousness.

I woke up and hit the snooze button the next morning, wanting to sleep some more. I looked out the window after hearing the waves crash on the beach. I saw a tank drive by on the beach and wondered what was going on. I looked back into my beach apartment and saw Tina and the kids walk in through the front door. Our dog jumped up from the kitchen floor and started barking happily at them. The kids put their surfboards away. Tina, who was the beach security officer, went to lock and put her gun away. I then told the kids and her that I needed a vacation. They told me I was crazy from the drink the night before and if I kept it up I would belong in an institution.

Selfless, Cold and Composed


It's winter (not nuclear though) up here and I saw this beautiful woman I know downtown today in the market square. I didn't recognize her at first as she waved at me. I then noticed it was her and she was with her fiance. I walked over and then said to her, "Hey! I didn't recognize you with all those clothes on out here!" Her fiance grasped his fist and I quickly understood why, so then I skated backwards and said, "I mean, it's cold and she's wearing a skimask for god's sake, I usually see her at the store she works at without a winter jacket, gloves, scarf and all that." He kept his fist grasped and I started to worry. Then, I started to laugh. When you fight the trip of life, it's not fun. When you make the trip of life fun, good things usually follow. Perhaps optimism is the word I'm looking for. Or maybe it's divine intervention. Anyway, as I started to laugh, the beautiful woman did too. The man threw back his arm for a punch at me and then out of nowhere he was attacked by a tiger that had been on the loose. I then went and ordered a coffee.

Have a great day today. Here's something to look at:

Eyesight Is Farsighted In Hindsight

And then one day we all looked up in the sky to see that the smoke had blocked the sun. The water levels were rising, but amazingly enough, we were all adapting to this newly created lifestyle. This smoke blocked the sun for almost a year and yet we were all told to wear sunglasses to protect our eyes. On the streets, you could not see a person's face. It was rare to look people in the eye on the streets and social contact was confined to a new type of sign language. I waved hello to my gang after getting out of the back of the truck that took me to work. I made it home and removed my gas mask and unlocked my briefcase in the sterile storage room after taking a sanitized shower in the garage. I kicked myself for forgetting to play my lottery numbers last Thursday, realizing that if I ever won, I could be on the moon with the rest of my friends.

Wake Up Time


Second place is the first loser when you are a competitive person like I am. Although I did win the esteemed and local Cheetah football pool last week and perhaps even this week, as well as being a co-champion in another tournament and event I entered this past weekend, I ultimately lost when it counted in a much more important aspect of my life today. I also lost my pet tiger in a park playground when I was taking it for a walk. I lost sight of the tiger while I was on the teeter totter by myself. I'm a bit angry because my tiger didn't have lunch at that point.

It's ok though. Things always work out they say. You pay the price when you take risks like I do. You can look a fool or look a champion when it's all said and done.

Why is it that in my whole life, my Plan B has been to write a new Plan A if my original Plan A didn't work?

Desperate times call for desperate measures. Losing is a humbling and humiliating experience. I may not have won that freaking battle, but I will win the damn war. I want my motivation, and I got my motivation. Rock bottom is a nice place. The view is unbelievable. It's good to be king.

On a more optimistic note: To all the loyal readers, what do you all think of the new look of the website?

Come Monday


Sometimes when you least expect it, people will help you out. It is one of the best feelings in the world.

Someone once told me I restored their faith in humanity. At the time I didn't understand why anyone would ever say that.

I was in Hartford, Connecticut once and was helping my friend look for a place to live. A dog barked and I yelled at it. After returning from prospecting the apartment and getting into the vehicle, the three of us in the car wondered what the foul smell was that had just came to our senses. We dismissed it as air pollution. Then someone suggested we might have stepped in dogshit. I looked at my shoes and sure enough, I did. I shouldn't have yelled at the dog. Fortunately, at the next intersection we found a carwash. Pretty impressive considering a car wash is hard to find in a big city, nevermind if it's your first time there. We power sprayed the shoes and the foot mat and moved on our way. Funny how things work.

I was in the waters of Port Dover, Ontario at my first, and to this day, only fishing derby. I cast my line in the water from the boat and caught a fish. It was not too big so I threw it back in. Shortly after, I felt a bite on my fishing line and reeled in the fish. It was the same one. This happened four more times with the same fish. That was the only fish I caught that day. We had a monogamous relationship. Nothing fishy going on there. I let that one get away too.

I was golfing on the coast of Georgia one day and I hit my approach shot on an elevated green. We had to climb up a short hill to get to the putting surface. As I walked up the hill to the hole, I could not see my ball on the green. It disappeared. I then looked up and saw the Atlantic and it's waves. What a great sight. I went to look for my ball and kept on looking at the ocean. After soaking in the view, I took a drop and took a double bogey.

I was in Sandusky, Ohio one day and we golfed and drank beer all day. It was the middle of July. We then went to Red Lobster and I ordered a huge meal. Right before the meal came, I began to feel very sick and suffered a heat stroke. I walked outside to try to regain my composure and saw in a mirror that my face was as red as the lobster I ordered. I couldn't eat even though I was the hungriest person in the vicinity only a half hour before that. The sun had cooked me like a lobster.

I was in an unnamed city in Cuba one day at an all inclusive resort. I got to know the bar staff very well. They were tipped with American currency. Unfortunately, they had to exchange the US money and could not spend it at the resort. They had to spend their own currency at stores outside of the resort for prices that were way above the tourist stores asking price. The bartenders, along with my friend and I, devised a plan to take their tip money, purchase products they required or could sell for more profit, and give it to the bartender who was celebrating a birthday that week to make it look like we were being 'friendly'. Then they would distribute the products amongst themselves. I noticed one bartender who looked suspicious of us. We did this a couple of times during the week and I began to get sick of doing it because of it's ramifications on the Cuban workers if they got caught, as well as the fact I was on vacation and not to work in an underground market. The final day, the bartender who looked suspicious came out of his shell and asked if I could get him some deodorant and jeans. He had been too cautious. I related to having those thoughts at times in my life, so I decided I would make one more trip. He gave me his tip money and I made my way to the store. It was closed. Our plane left the next morning. Poor guy. That is an example of what I refer to as 'random frost'.

Watch for a new website layout soon, I've been getting help from a complete stranger on it. Sometimes people can help restore faith in humanity with the smallest of actions.

Have a great weekend. I'm off to save the world again. See you soon.

Still Remains


From: Whom it may concern
To: ____________________

Today’s children are flooded with so much information. They are best friends with their computers. They are exposed to everything that adults are. Fake, false, fabricated. They will be smarter. They will be angry.

Just imagine hearing about how the world was a safer place only a few years ago as you were growing up. Imagine hearing how everything used to be better. No bottled water. No terrorism. No AIDS. Don’t do drugs. We all did. All of the above. We know better, right kids?

Taking away a kid’s right to be a kid. Don’t go there. Don’t do that. Stop. Don’t watch what we are watching. Watch your mouth. They will grow up too fast and will be angry. Desensitize.

Here, have a drink. No thanks. Go see the world. I don’t want to.

Role models are non-existent. At least their clothes are non-existent. Let’s split. Let’s abuse. Let’s have a threesome. Let’s cheat. Let’s hurt one another. Let’s take out our frustrations on others who are more fortunate. Let’s keep kicking the less fortunate. That’s not fair. Don’t hurt all parties involved. No middle anymore. They will be angrier as they are a growing minority too. Don’t like my clothes, gothic? I don’t like yours either, you prep. I’m a contradiction. I’m angry. I’m confused. We’re all in this together kids.

Let’s see all those celebrity deaths coming. Let’s see our distant television relatives disappear and vanish everywhere. Let’s get the tribute albums and the videos so we can never let go of our youth. Let’s steal more youth from the kids.

Let’s watch the new parents mourn their youth. They were ripped off too. The generation that didn’t see it coming, and if they did, they didn’t accept it.

So do something. Quit watching. Do something if you get the picture I’m painting. Be the picture. Be watched. If you want to be famous, do something. If you want to be helpful, do something. Just don’t complain! It’s no use.

I’m going to visit a book (a maze on) website and enter book reviews that give away the ending. You can rate my reviews and give me reviews of ‘zero’ stars. See, I wrote the ending.

Let me go watch the orchestra. Let me watch the new play. Let me go to that new jazz bar. I’m growing up now. Dress appropriately.

Get me copies on the ASAP! Double sided with a cover page!

Remake the song. Remake the generation. Remake everything.

Fortune cookies. Psychic hotlines. Horoscopes. Revelation. Magic 8-ball.

Instead of saying, “I don’t know”, how about saying, “Let’s find out”.

Run like the kid you never were. Run for your life.

Repeat as necessary.