i miss this face. R.I.P.
Maybe.
Maybe that whole love thing is just a grown-up version of Santa Claus; just a myth we’ve been fed since childhood. So, we keep buying magazines, joining clubs, and doing therapy and watching movies with hit pop songs played over love montages all in a pathetic attempt to explain why our love Santa keeps getting caught in the chimney.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I’m aimed for a different orchard.
I can’t breathe in this air much longer. It’s stagnant and so am I. I’m sure that I should be more self reliant, that I should be able to stand the test of time on my own two feet. I’ll be the first to say I’m not strong enough. I am a product of my environment. Since there is none here I must go. Not today but soon. There will be no looking back. Not this time my friends.
Just found this on my old Livejournal!
Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe, in order to assure the survival and the success of liberty.
- John F. Kennedy, Inaugural Address, Jan 20, 1961
And we understand that the most important change of all is this: that containment is no longer enough, that we no longer can be satisfied with an endless stalemate between liberty and repression. That arms reduction negotiations, development and testing of SDI, and our help for freedom fighters around the globe must express the clear goal of American foreign policy. To deter war, yes. To further world peace, yes. But, most of all, to advance and protect the cause of world freedom so that some day every man, woman, and child on this Earth has as a birthright the full blessings of liberty.
-Ronald Reagan, February 11, 1988
Now let me be clear: America cannot and should not seek to impose any system of government on any other country…
-Barack Obama, Moscow Commencement Address, July 7, 2009
What happened to us as a nation? Where are our values? Maybe Barack forgot his teleprompter that day? I’m sure he will retract it and explain again what he really meant like always. I’m not complaining. He’s better then Bush. McCain would have been better though. It’s in the past now. Focus on the future. Hillary 2012!
Short Story: The first time I met royalty.
“I’m totally bisexual!”
I heard Anna, a girl that I had just started working with, telling the rest of the staff at T.G.I. Fridays about her attraction to both male and female. I being a gay guy in a small town jumped at this opportunity to start a conversation.
“Hi, uh… Anna is it? I’m K.J.”
“Oh, hi! As you already know the names Anna.” she smiled.
“Well, I’m not usually one to be so forward, Anna, but I’m gay and I overheard you talking about being bisexual and couldn’t pass this up. It’s not everyday you meet someone so forward thinking in such a backward place.”
It hit me at that moment. My roommate slash co-worker slash one of my two best girl friends was also bisexual. This woud be perfect. I have to get these two girls together. It would be a sin if I didn’t.
“Oh, Anna! You have to come to this charming little pub tonight. It’s called Lenny’s. It’s right on the corner of 43rd and 20th. My friends and I are somewhat celebrities there. See you there at 9? Oh, and bring your friend Adam along.”
She agreed!
***
“What the fuck were you thinking!”
That’s the response I got frome Kat. You know the bisexual best friend?
“Lenny’s? Are you fucking serious?”
And that’s Tammi. The other best friend. The one that isn’t bisexual.
“Come on you guys. We bring the party to us. Why should Lenny’s be any different? Besides, Kat, I have this girl I want you to meet. She’s everything you would want her to be. She’s sexy, smart, and really independent. Oh, and did I mention she eats pussy! I can’t believe this girl even lives in Vero and on top of that, she seems to be single. What are the chances?”
So, Lenny’s is this little hole in the wall bar that’s infested with white trash, rednecks, and roaches. Don’t ask me why Lenny’s came out of my mouth when making plans with Anna. I had never been there and nobody in their right mind would ever go.
“If the girl likes to play Go Fish, I’m in! Kat yelled.
I figured that would get her attention.
“Well, you two can go. I have a test tommorrow at 8 a.m. so I need to study and Zack is coming over as soon as he gets off of work from R.J. Gators.” Tammi explained.
“Come on, Tammi. You’re always studying! Besides, I kinda already invited the entire staff of the Indian River Mall including T.G.I. Fridays and R.J. Gators. So yeah, Zack is going to Lenny’s.” I argued.
“You know it will be epic!” I added.
“I fucking hate you!”, she replied.
That’s how I knew I had won the arguement.
***
Later that night we arrived to a packed parking lot which I assure you was a one time thing for Lenny’s. Tammi was still a little upset that she was here in the first place. Kat was pushing her tits together in her bra to ensure a good impression was made on Anna.
In a blink of an eye the three of us are sitting at the bar ordering Jager bombs.
***
“We lost Kat.” Tammi said.
“What do you mean?” I replied.
Tammi pointed over to the pool table where Anna and Kat were taking turns on top while they made out pretty heavily. This fat girl came up to Tammi and I and asked if she could sit between us. She explained that she could tell that I was gay because she had dozens of gay friends. She asked if she could make out with me. I declined and then she cursed me out saying that she didn’t care that I wouldn’t kiss her because she has way hotter gay friends to make out with anyway.
“Hey!” Kat yelled.
“Oh hey! Where did Anna go?” Tammi said sarcastically.
“She went to the bathroom. We were having a lot of fun then all of a sudden she got really weird.” Kat replied.
“Weird how?” I asked.
At that second Anna came running out of the bathroom and headed in our direction. She had a crazy look in her eyes and was foaming at the mouth.
“Kat!” Anna screamed. “Where are you?”
She spotted us and came over. She started rambling.
“I just want you all to know that I’m a princess and I broke free from my tower tonight to be here but the guards have caught up to me. My father won’t let me be happy.” Anna rambled on.
“Kat, does it make you hot knowing that I’m a princess? Do you like that? Do you? Because I am. I am a princess. I fucking am! Someone is coming back with me to my tower.” She continued.
We all stood there confused as Tammi hinted at the white powder residue under Anna’s nose that might be the cause of this little outburst. Anna kept grinding her teeth together, licking her lips, and smacking her gums.
“Okay, Anna. How about we follow you back to your “tower” in our car.” Tammi suggested.
That’s what I love about Tammi. So quick on her toes. Anna accepted the idea. Kat, Tammi, and I, had no intention of following her. We also had no intention of having a huge party on the beach with loads of alcohol that we would be supplying. But that didn’t stop us from inviting the entire bar to that very same, nonexistent, beach party now did it?
We frantically gave our cell phone numbers out to anyone and everyone inviting them to a very exclusive, top shelf liquor, sandy, extravaganza!
***
Later, the three of us sat on our couch comparing the final tally of who had the most missed calls and the craziest voicemails. When the calls seemed to die down we would call one of the numbers back and renew the callers faith.
“Where the fuck are you? We’re waiting!” I yelled into the phone.
“What do you mean? Where am I? Where are you guys? There are like 200 people walking around on the Jaycee beach looking for you three. This is where you said you guys were throwing the party, right? We’re all just walking around freezing our asses off for the last two hours looking for you!” the disgruntled stranger/caller said defeatedly.
“We’re here! We don’t see you though. When you walk through the entrance turn south and come down about 200 feet. Hurry! See you in a minute.” Tammi said.
“Yes, hurry! Us gals are so horny! We need a huge rod stuck into our… SUCCULENT OYSTERS!” Kat added.
We hung up the phone and went to bed. To my knowledge we’ve never seen any of those people again.
Starry, starry night. Paint your palette blue and grey. Look out on a summer’s day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul. Shadows on the hills sketch the trees and daffodils. Catch the breeze and the winter chills in colours on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me and how you suffered for your sanity and how you tried to set them free. They would not listen. They did not know how. Perhaps they’ll listen now.
