So I Have This Friend

February 1, 2013 By

Ian is an interesting friend to say the least. I originally met him when I was about 17 or 18 because my best friend was dating his pot dealer. She is now married to that retired pot dealer and we are no longer best friends. But this is not about that nor is this about her.

Years go by and I never hear about ’Endo’ again. Until late summer, early fall of 2011. I am hanging out with this sleazy kid L.J — long story — and he wants to go to Endo’s house. Endo?? I think I know this kid. It rings bells. Endo introduces himself to me as Ian. There seems to be this ongoing thing where guys I hear about who are known to everybody as some nickname introduce themselves to me with their proper name. So I am one of the few people besides his mom to call Ian by his name and not his longtime street name.

Ian and I become friends and LJ goes off the Richter because he’s insane and a huge drug user so I stop hanging with him and hang out with a less dangerous kind of crazy Ian. I start crushing on Ian. He’s smart, a little ridiculous… OK a lot ridiculous and interestingly funny. He’s a charmer, and a Libra like myself so it only comes naturally. He’s also a bit of a lush which is usually not my thing, but he’s awesome when he’s sober.

He decides he needs a new horizon so he’s moving to Cali. Apparently he’s going to “legally” cultivate marijuana and make some good money. A few months ago he gets busted and arrested for illegally cultivating marijuana and stealing power. He’s in jail. So a couple of weeks ago I am like what the hell, I haven’t talked to his punkass in a while, let me go ahead and buy him some minutes and see if he really remembers me. He calls me and he remembers me. Shockingly enough. So we are talking and he ends up telling me this story…

He has an ex-sugar mama (she calls herself his ex girlfriend — who knows with Ian, I tend to take everything from him with a grain of salt as everyone should) that he remains friends with, in fact she is holding his dog for him until he’s released. She is always all over his Facebook saying his friends need to write him and everything. She cares a lot about Ian. She is married and has been for a little while now. Her husband cheated on her with “the 22-year-old” (as Ian refers to this girl as) and Ian has now, his story, hooked up with that girl and his ex would literally have his balls if she ever knew.

She knows.

I get a letter from Ian addressed to me, my name and address. I open it and it reads, “To my Dearest Amy..” I am thoroughly disappointed. Not because he’s writing a girl, Ian has always had many girls in his life, but because it’s not my letter. So I read it. He is giving this chick his life story and his number 1 reason for coming back to Florida is for her. I laugh because it’s the cheesiest shit I have ever read (besides Diphshidiot’s jailhouse letters to Alice) and I know he wouldn’t fall for a girl he’s never fucked, let alone met. That’s just not Ian’s style. He has no place to go when he’s released and he is looking to this chick to house him until further notice, I know Ian.

So I post to his Facebook that I got a letter for an Amy and was sending it back to him, but wanted to let her know he wrote because it takes forever to get letters. Yeah, not a very good idea, but I am innocent. Ian has a shit ton of friends so I figure everyone’s cool with everyone. Not the case.

Amy replies it’s her and blah, blah, blah. She looks like a ho so I know it’s her. Ex gf/sugar mama comments a couple of days later and is LIVID. Apparently this chick is a huge drunk and a slut and was found passed out drunk around 9 at night with Ex’s 3-year-old child near a pool 750 ft from Ho’s house. I am guessing Ho and Ex were once friends before that incident and the cheating incident. I don’t know.

What I do know is that now Ian’s dog Niko needs a new home and Ex is DONE. And Ian gets to get out of jail and read how it all happened.

I didn’t even recall the story until after Ex convinced me she knew it was her and then it was like BAM! Oh shit, I totally fucked Ian’s world up. I was trying to convince her that this Amy could be lying. Whoops.

I came by it innocently because if I had known it was Amy, had Ian gave me more info than just calling her “the 22-year-old”, I would not have said a peep. Let Ian get burned by his actions another way. He would have anyway. It was inevitable. Just sucks that I was the one who let the cat out of the bag.

I am sure you are wondering why I would want him as a friend, but he’s just Ian. I know he is fucked up and it’s easier to have a friendship once in a while where you have little to no expectation. It’s a breather from being disappointed by friends you expect to be friends. Plus, he can’t use me when I don’t offer him anything.

So I have this friend who I am not so sure is a friend anymore.

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Sandy Hook Conspiracy?

January 8, 2013 By

I warn you now, this is not going to be a journalistic style article. This isn’t informative as much as it is opinionated. Opinionated and outraged. Enough so to have me saying,

“What the FUCK!??!”

Apparently not only do we have to deal with self-righteous Westborough freaks who don’t have even the audacity to make known who they are causing the victims more discomfort than need be. We are oh so deliriously enamored with the conspiracy theorists whom seem to think since there were no bodies witnessed, there are no bodies! That woman crying on camera? Actor! A very famous actor at that since she so happens, as has been brought to my attention, not only a Sandy Hook victim’s mother, but Colorado Theatre shooting’s lawyer (I’m not good with names, especially those of committing mass murders to make themselves famous). And be it she is an A-list Homeland Security actor, these theorists have been able to locate this real actor in her Florida hometown with her real husband.

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You gotta be a damn fool not to see the uncanny resemblance.

Because out of the 14 billion people on this planet, no one has any similarities. You’d be ignorant to think that could remotely be a possibility. I come from a background in film. You don’t need a background in film to see that they (the conspirators) are comparing a direct line face photo to an angled profile and head down photo. I’m not using technical terms because my background is over 6 years old and I wasn’t a part of film anytime after I obtained that degree. Long story. Kind of. Anyway.

There is another article released just 30 minutes ago from the opinions and I suppose research a FAU (Florida Atlantic University) professor has done on the tragedy that’s happened in Connecticut. This does color my opinions on Florida because it always seems the crazy opinionated shits live here. Example? That crazy old man who burned the Quran/Koran books after 9/11. Yeah. He lived here. We’re so proud. If you don’t know me, that’s dripping with sarcasm.

Hah! I’m going to let you in on a little secret here. I haven’t read the article yet, but I find it hilarious the FAU professors name is James Tracy. Get it? Dick Tracy? I see you smirking. So this doesn’t color my views on FAU for 1 reason. They have the best program for what I want to go back to school for so, one professor’s opinion isn’t going to color my views. Yet.

OK maybe I don’t need to read it, here’s the first paragraph:

A communication professor known for conspiracy theories has stirred controversary* at Florida Atlantic University with claims that last month’s Newtown, Conn., school shootings did not happen as reported — or may not have happened at all.

That right there tells me it reeks of bullshit. Controversary* in the first sentence of the article tells me Huffington Post needs a better editor/spellchecker. Second paragraph (and last, if I get past this it will just be bullet points):

Moreover, James Tracy asserts in radio interviews and on his memoryholeblog.com that trained “crisis actors” may have* been employed by the Obama administration in an effort to shape public opinion in favor of the event’s true purpose: gun control.

So no. All the heartbreak and tragedy and sorrow about 26 people’s lives being lost — 20 of those being students between the ages of 6-10 — bullshit. Are you fucking kidding me?? Yeah. Sounds to me like these conspirators were once Romney lovers in a previous year. Just my guess. Need we not forget Columbine, Virginia Tech, Colorado theatre, OC bomber. What do they all have in common?? BRINGING UP TOPICS OF HEALTH CARE &… GUN CONTROL! May have* meaning you have no actual facts to support your (conspiracy) theory. Why am I reading this again? I thought I was going to gain some education. So far it’s as most conspiracy theories are, missing facts.

FAU is distancing itself from Tracy’s views.

“James Tracy does not speak for the university. The website on which his post appeared is not affiliated with FAU in any way,” said media director Lisa Metcalf.

I knew FAU was a good school. Seems this professor better be careful as he treads. In the next line or so he brings up that he brought the topic up in his course and most of his students showed skepticism. Theorists, I have noticed, find this to be a good thing for the possibility of turning a skeptic into a believer. Problem is, smart people go off facts, not possibilities or opinions on how they think the government is run. Every government has its secrets, I’d be a fool to think we know all we need to know, but to some extent we do need to be kept in the dark about things. We can always uncover what we need to protect ourselves or help another country. But if you think of it, may be a far stretch but it’s the only analogy that’s coming to me, a parent and a child. Imagine if you were given the ability to know and worry about everything the government and the President have to, would you be able to sleep at night? I wouldn’t. It was enough that 9/11 got passed us, I’m sure there is a shit ton more out there that it’d be best if we only knew what we can handle and you cannot say that we don’t have that ability today. I have a huge filter on the news I will subject myself to. I need to.

What this boils down to is there WAS a tragedy. Lives were lost. Columbine was given their time to grieve and heal, Virginia Tech the same, Colorado the same. We gave them respect. Why is it this school shooting occurs and they aren’t given their respects? How would you feel if this happened in your town and the world out there was putting out all this garbage on how it was a set up and it didn’t happen? I lost a child, a nephew, a niece, a kid I babysat, my favorite teacher and you who don’t even live in my state are going to say it’s not true because YOU didn’t see the victims bodies. the MEDIA wasn’t allowed at the funerals and memorials of the victims. How about the fact that YOU were able to celebrate the holidays with your family without loss, hurt or pain?

People are losing the ability to empathize and it’s making the world a more dangerous place.

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article on Dickhead, I mean, James Tracy’s “views”: here.

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To Be or Not to Be … a smartass

December 18, 2012 By

We shall now ban HAMMERS!

This link is a story (short story) on a Florida man whom attacked his neighbor with a hammer. Who needs a friggin’ gun?? Investigators have not yet released a motive.

Hammers are obviously very dangerous and way easier to purchase than a gun. I deem it necessary to ban hammers from this country. You currently may purchase hammers from any hardware and even convenience stores near you. Stock up before they go out.

I would say this ends my smartassery, but I’d be lying.

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Read This:

December 15, 2012 By

Apparently my warnings of lack of censorship are falling on “deaf ears”. I have posted on numerous occasions that I write freely and I only edit grammatical mistakes if I can catch them. If you have an issue, email me. I will however, not change anything that I don’t think I should because I said it, I obviously meant it and I am not going to apologize for it. I created this blog, this is my work — if you have issue with it, do not read it. Who is forcing you to do so? Let me know and I’ll make a call and fix it for you. I don’t believe in apologies and if I disagree on someone else’s blog or post and I choose to comment, I make it non-confrontational and just state how I think or feel. If it is more than that, I email them if they offer contact information. If I don’t like what they’re saying, I don’t read it. I think I deserve the same respect.

I’m not here to gain 2.5 million followers. I am not here to gain acceptance. I am not here to cater to everyone’s feelings. This is me. Like me or don’t, I’m 27 years old and I don’t think you, a stranger, can make me change how I act, what I say or who I am. I don’t think I can of you.

So please. Back off, take a relaxative and stop making me feel uncomfortable in my own place to vent and share my thoughts. I’m an acquired taste and if I don’t suit you, leave. I accept all opinions, but I will not take anyone’s bullshit.

Just to give you an example: A certain unmentionable titled her post to the effect of Sandy should wipe out Florida. I was offended a little as this person lives up north and this post was well before Sandy hit anywhere, but was on her way. I did comment, but it was with sarcasm because even though my initial reaction was to be upset that she’d say some shit like that, I realized she is who she is. Unfortunately, the area in which she is around was where Sandy basically landed. I did not rip into her (I like her as she too is an acquired taste) and it didn’t make me feel as if she were being insensitive because I knew her writing. It’s also ironic that she lives in a state I’m not very fond of, but it’s for frivolous reasons.

This is the U.S. (where I live). We have freedom of speech and you don’t have to like mine. I’m not going to apologize for anything that is written and published here so please do not expect it unless you like holding your breath.

Peace, Love & Happy Treez.

PS. This is nonnegotiable.

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She Literally Saved Our Lives

December 9, 2012 By
Virginia Beach- Fishing Pier

Virginia Beach- Fishing Pier (Photo credit: Amai)

I was young. I know I was young because I was at the Virginia Beach Pier with my friend and her family. Briefly, I was born in Virginia Beach and moved down to sunny Florida when I was almost 11. So at this time of the beach I could have been anywhere from 7-10 years old. I don’t remember.

My friend and I were on our tip-toes to keep our head above the water, I must have been younger than 10 when I think about it because we both had those arm floating devices. Floaties, I guess? I don’t know what they’re called. We were tiny little things anyway. Well her mom and dad were out away talking with another couple in the water.

Suddenly my friend slips under the water and I start screaming as I look for her. Her head pops up and she’s a little further from me than she was so I start going toward her and all of a sudden I’m pulled under water, too. Next thing I know is I feel an arm grab my torso and I am being lifted and pulled toward the shore. Heather’s mom had grabbed us both, one in each arm and got us to the sand out of the water. Heather and I were both spitting out water and when able to breathe, coughing like crazy.

English: A view of the beach at Virginia Beach...

English: A view of the beach at Virginia Beach, VA from the fishing pier. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

That was one of the scariest moments of my life and the reason behind my fear of drowning. Had her mom not noticed us going under, we could have died. We had gotten caught in what is called an undertow or riptide depending on if you live on the east or west coast. The only things we knew about them were if someone gets caught, don’t go after them because you’ll get caught too and will be of no help and I think it used to be you were told to swim parallel to the shore to get out of them. We were kids so we unfortunately didn’t know what it was. When I first stepped into it to reach Heather all I remember was it was really cold and it felt like a hole where the sand used to be and I was getting sucked down into it. I guess unless you’re a veteran to the beach and/or a surfer you know what it is and to relax through it until it relinquishes and you can swim to shore. When I was sucked into the current, I didn’t know up from down. All I knew was that I was drowning and so was Heather and if it weren’t for her mom to come charging toward us like a mother bear, I don’t think we would have made it. When we got to the shore we were completely exhausted and limp. We had been doing the opposite of relaxing, we were fighting.

I’ve lived within 5 to 20 minutes from a beach the majority of my life. I can recall only a couple of times in FL where I have gone up to my shoulders in the water and it was usually because a group of my friends were going in. I hate the beach. The only time I don’t hate the beach is at night because when I’m angry I drive to it and it calms me. No one is there, it’s quiet and on the rare cool nights we have during the year, it’s the best. If I can avoid going to the beach during the day, I will. I hate sunning or tanning or whatever it is called. I have fair skin and the sun on my skin feels scorching even if I’m not getting sun burned yet. When I was a kid, before that incident, I loved the beach. And I think I can relate a lot of fears I have currently to that day; drowning, not being able to see what’s around me in the water (in a bubble bath I have to be able to see the drain), and holes (I may make a post of my irrational fear of holes in the future). I hate the beach, but I would never want to live away from it.

Heather’s mom was amazing that day. She was always a wonderful woman always, but that day she was my real life hero and I will never forget that.

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Post was inspired by the Daily Prompt at the Daily Post.

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