I felt like posting for all those "fathers" that never were. There are fathers, dads and sperm donors and being the latter isn't always by choice. I had my first daughter by the time I was 16 and to be truthful it wasn't by choice other than the fact I chose to have sex. Her mother was 22 years old and got exactly what she wanted and at the time I didn't really understand the implications that would have on me over the years. The next time I became a father I was still to young, to stupid and again put in a position to either marry a woman with a right hook and be a father or walk away. People judge me all the time about those two instances, say what you will but this is my life and these are the steps I've made. So after the first two daughters I had been a donor for, I ended up finding my love, or so I thought. This new love of mine had a daughter already, she was just about to turn 2 when I fell in love with her and her mother and three years later I gave her a little sister. So here I was 10 years later with two more daughters to add to my brood and what happens? Since you don't know I'll tell you, she (the "love") decided she was done with me and found another. Time goes on and we learn. What I've learned after all this time, fathers aren't nearly as important as mothers. Single mothers are en-vogue, cool or even in some cases super heros because they are the provider. Mothers have found out how to get the respect they have demanded for all these generations, by getting rid of those that shared their glory, praise and child's love.
I make this point on fathers day because it has taken a few for me to realize what has happened. I took years for me to see what the agenda was. What the movement of mothers around the world were doing. In my case I was replaced by a fatter, balder and younger version of a man. Is he going to get all the glory? NO! He'll have his time soon enough but he won't get the glory with my children because he wasn't their sperm donor. He isn't their person to blame, I am. So here I sit on fathers day thinking of the children I brought in to this world who have only been in this world for a few minutes and have already judged me.
Incompetent, Inept, Stupid, Cold, Asshole, Looser, Bastard, Sperm Donor and worst of all by my first name. When your children call you by your first name and officially take away the title of "father" or "dad" that's when you realize you hit rock bottom. I failed with women no matter my age or theirs and that's a pain that never seems to go away.
Happy father's day to all those that aren't, can't be, used to be or had been even if for a moment.
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Not a significant story
I freaked out yesterday, I realized that this blog is attached to my social sites and if anyone I know happens across this page they will be filling in a lot of blanks and I don't think I want that so now I have to spend time covering my anchovies. Now that that's out of the way I have to admit this, blogging sucks. Not because I don't have a voice, not because I don't have time or because I have nothing to say but simply because I have no audience. I seem to do better in crowds, I get a feel of the scene and whip out the best stories but here, writing blind has been terrible.
I understand I won't get people to read if it's just ramblings of an old man but they do! People read some of the strangest shit and I must confess I'm one of them but even those people won't read my posts. So what's a guy to do?
ANSWER: (Flip Bird)
Now, I was sitting outside of my favorite barber shop down the street. I'm waiting for my hair stylist to finish up with her customer and while I don't normally wait long, this day I was in bad need of a haircut so I was there till the job was done. As I'm standing there smoking and people watching, I hear a truck rev up its engine, squeal its tires and lunge at some guy walking in the parking lot. When I focused in on the action I saw a good sized man jump out of the truck and the toothpick of a man that was almost a speed bump immediately threw up his hands backing away from the driver yelling "I thought you were someone else, I’m sorry, seriously man, I'm not lying!" Then the toothpick runs away from the truck down the sidewalk in front of the little strip mall I was standing in front of. The Chihuahua driving the big toy (He was like a little dog, sounded scary but never did a damn thing and he was driving a Tundra) then guns the engine again around some cars and quickly followed the toothpick around the building. No sooner than the truck made it around the corner the toothpick came right back around the corner and then ran towards the fast food places at the end of the parking lot. At this point I lost sight of the skinny guy running around and the truck seemed to back off but what really eats at me about this whole event is that I never get to know the story behind it all. I don't know if the skinny guy was some sort of psycho and slapped the drivers’ girlfriend or his mom, who knows. So I'm stuck with an incomplete story.
That story has been rattling around in my head for almost a week now and it's driving me crazy. So I decided to write and give an ending to the partial one I witnessed. Isn't this the same way the magazine The Enquirer was invented?
Setup: Skinny guy will now be known as "Shaggy" (he did look a little like the Latin version of shaggy, so it's not too much of a stretch.)The all bark and no bite driver will be known as "Kim ill" because he was a short thick dude with big sunglasses, though he was Latino too.
Story: Shaggy is sitting on his couch in his apartment just hanging out watching cartoon network on a Tuesday afternoon when he gets a craving for some pizza. He's not sure but he thinks his neighbor is sleeping with his mom because for some reason when he sees his neighbor in passing the guy calls him "son" every single time and he always laughs before saying the word son. So for the past year he has been sneaking out of his apartment. Once he's clear of his apartment and in the grocery store parking lot he realizes he's forgotten what he needed to buy so he goes inside. He notices immediately that every grocery store he's ever been into has had the produce on the right side of the store. He headed straight towards the bakery to see if there are any free samples from the deli, bakery or Chinese short cook. He makes it through half of the store when he finds himself in the frozen foods section, he only realizes this because in his rush he only had on a t-shirt, shorts, socks and slip on sandals or pretty much what he slept in last night. So now he makes his way outside to warm up and he sees his buddy drive by in a new truck so he follows him on foot. His buddy didn't notice him walking in the parking lot so Shaggy comes up with an idea and after a few minutes of belly ripping laughter he strolls up to his buddy's truck and waits. A few minutes later he catches his friend heading straight to his truck so Shaggy jumps into action. He turns his back to his buddy and makes sure the guy can see he's between the vehicles but not be able to see his face. By the time Kim Ill makes his way out to the parking lot he sees some scrawny crack head looking guy on the other side of his truck and he's giggling uncontrollably. As confused as he could be Kim peaked his head around his truck, to his horror he realizes that this random crack head his pissing all over his door and apparently on himself too. After Kim catches a good deep breath he screams "What the?!" Shaggy quickly shuts off the water works and drops his tool back in his pajama bottoms and skipped off laughing hysterically. Once Kim finishes surveying the scene and making sure that idiot didn't do something a bit more serious to his truck he then turned his gaze back towards Shaggy who had run between a few rows over. Without thinking too much about it Kim rips his truck door open, the air rocketed straight into his nostrils, piss. If there was a graphic representation of Kim's mind it would have been nuclear. Kim cranks up his truck and floors it, he's going to make a speed bump out of this slacker loser. Shaggy has to stop after a few rows of cars between the running and laughing this is the most exercise his tummy has seen since childhood. He turns around looking for his buddy when he heard the squealing tires, then he feels it. Kim knows Shaggy hasn't seen him yet, oddly enough Shaggy seems to be staring at where Kim was parked. Kim realizes that Shaggy won't even move a little and he's scared of going to jail so he slams on the breaks and jumps out of the truck. Shaggy ripped his head around to see the truck come to a stop and when the truck door slammed shut he didn't recognize the guy driving, holy hell, his brain was suddenly frozen in fear so he takes off running. An hour later shaggy realized that there are a lot more Toyota Tundra's in his neighborhood than he ever imagined.
This is what I do, while you guys are at work, being productive. I wonder what your story is, can you tell it?
I understand I won't get people to read if it's just ramblings of an old man but they do! People read some of the strangest shit and I must confess I'm one of them but even those people won't read my posts. So what's a guy to do?
ANSWER: (Flip Bird)
Now, I was sitting outside of my favorite barber shop down the street. I'm waiting for my hair stylist to finish up with her customer and while I don't normally wait long, this day I was in bad need of a haircut so I was there till the job was done. As I'm standing there smoking and people watching, I hear a truck rev up its engine, squeal its tires and lunge at some guy walking in the parking lot. When I focused in on the action I saw a good sized man jump out of the truck and the toothpick of a man that was almost a speed bump immediately threw up his hands backing away from the driver yelling "I thought you were someone else, I’m sorry, seriously man, I'm not lying!" Then the toothpick runs away from the truck down the sidewalk in front of the little strip mall I was standing in front of. The Chihuahua driving the big toy (He was like a little dog, sounded scary but never did a damn thing and he was driving a Tundra) then guns the engine again around some cars and quickly followed the toothpick around the building. No sooner than the truck made it around the corner the toothpick came right back around the corner and then ran towards the fast food places at the end of the parking lot. At this point I lost sight of the skinny guy running around and the truck seemed to back off but what really eats at me about this whole event is that I never get to know the story behind it all. I don't know if the skinny guy was some sort of psycho and slapped the drivers’ girlfriend or his mom, who knows. So I'm stuck with an incomplete story.
That story has been rattling around in my head for almost a week now and it's driving me crazy. So I decided to write and give an ending to the partial one I witnessed. Isn't this the same way the magazine The Enquirer was invented?
Setup: Skinny guy will now be known as "Shaggy" (he did look a little like the Latin version of shaggy, so it's not too much of a stretch.)The all bark and no bite driver will be known as "Kim ill" because he was a short thick dude with big sunglasses, though he was Latino too.
Story: Shaggy is sitting on his couch in his apartment just hanging out watching cartoon network on a Tuesday afternoon when he gets a craving for some pizza. He's not sure but he thinks his neighbor is sleeping with his mom because for some reason when he sees his neighbor in passing the guy calls him "son" every single time and he always laughs before saying the word son. So for the past year he has been sneaking out of his apartment. Once he's clear of his apartment and in the grocery store parking lot he realizes he's forgotten what he needed to buy so he goes inside. He notices immediately that every grocery store he's ever been into has had the produce on the right side of the store. He headed straight towards the bakery to see if there are any free samples from the deli, bakery or Chinese short cook. He makes it through half of the store when he finds himself in the frozen foods section, he only realizes this because in his rush he only had on a t-shirt, shorts, socks and slip on sandals or pretty much what he slept in last night. So now he makes his way outside to warm up and he sees his buddy drive by in a new truck so he follows him on foot. His buddy didn't notice him walking in the parking lot so Shaggy comes up with an idea and after a few minutes of belly ripping laughter he strolls up to his buddy's truck and waits. A few minutes later he catches his friend heading straight to his truck so Shaggy jumps into action. He turns his back to his buddy and makes sure the guy can see he's between the vehicles but not be able to see his face. By the time Kim Ill makes his way out to the parking lot he sees some scrawny crack head looking guy on the other side of his truck and he's giggling uncontrollably. As confused as he could be Kim peaked his head around his truck, to his horror he realizes that this random crack head his pissing all over his door and apparently on himself too. After Kim catches a good deep breath he screams "What the?!" Shaggy quickly shuts off the water works and drops his tool back in his pajama bottoms and skipped off laughing hysterically. Once Kim finishes surveying the scene and making sure that idiot didn't do something a bit more serious to his truck he then turned his gaze back towards Shaggy who had run between a few rows over. Without thinking too much about it Kim rips his truck door open, the air rocketed straight into his nostrils, piss. If there was a graphic representation of Kim's mind it would have been nuclear. Kim cranks up his truck and floors it, he's going to make a speed bump out of this slacker loser. Shaggy has to stop after a few rows of cars between the running and laughing this is the most exercise his tummy has seen since childhood. He turns around looking for his buddy when he heard the squealing tires, then he feels it. Kim knows Shaggy hasn't seen him yet, oddly enough Shaggy seems to be staring at where Kim was parked. Kim realizes that Shaggy won't even move a little and he's scared of going to jail so he slams on the breaks and jumps out of the truck. Shaggy ripped his head around to see the truck come to a stop and when the truck door slammed shut he didn't recognize the guy driving, holy hell, his brain was suddenly frozen in fear so he takes off running. An hour later shaggy realized that there are a lot more Toyota Tundra's in his neighborhood than he ever imagined.
This is what I do, while you guys are at work, being productive. I wonder what your story is, can you tell it?
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Am I all over the map?
What's up PRIDE!?! Just wanted to post a quick note explaining the direction of my mixed up blog. When I started this blog I thought I would just write about myself and experiences I had. Then after I got it up, I noticed I started venting instead. So I think this blog will end up being more of a story board than anything. So for those of you who don't know what a story board is i'll enlighten you. A story board is a blog/list of short stories that may or may not have anything to do with anything or each other. I am from Texas so some of my stories may be regional in scale but they will all have some national value but either way they are all entertaining. This blog has started out thus far as a soap box for me to vent, brag, or entertaining stories for the world to read so when you can't tell what direction i'm going then rest assured neither can I. Read on...
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Who are you Johnny Football?
Ok pride listen up because I have a random life lesson to hash out. Sometime mid to late summer of 2012 a man by the name of Kevin Sumlin choose a scrawny kid from the hill country of south Texas to be the starting quarterback for the Texas A&M Aggies, this choice will prove to be the tipping point of Coach Sumlins career in my personal (and not even a little professional) opinion. The young man in question is none other than Johnny "Football" Manziel and this guy has talent. To put it in perspective for those of you that have no idea who Johnny "Football" is and you don't live under a rock, he is the first person in history to have one the Heisman Trophy as a freshman in college. For part time football fans that may not follow awards like full blown die hard football fans, name off every football player you have ever heard of. Done? Now think about this, none of the people you thought of ever won the same award when they were freshmen, none of those people were from Kerrville Texas, and none of them did the impossible in a division that considers it's self to be the ivy league of football schools. Who is Johnny Football, who is this new shinning star in the great state of Texas? Who is the man that will represent all Texans as his career takes off?
I don't think I have a snowballs chance in Mexico to explain who Johnny Football is because all I know about him is what I have read, heard, or seen on T.V so what I say here is purely rhetoric that's been stirred around my very spacious meat head. As I see it from where I stand Johnny Football is a persona created by fans/family of Johnny Manziel.
Johnny Football is the guy that looks good, has an super hot girlfriend, and is a very talented football quarterback. Johnny Football will end up much like Broadway Joe, remember him? Oh everyone loved Broadway Joe but they loved him cause he was right, had he been wrong, history would have written him more like the fool than the savior. I was always told that there is a thin line between genius and stupidity, and our friend Johnny Football will show us in the years to come which he is. I get that he's young and suddenly in the spotlight which if you follow pop culture only one of two things happen.
Either Johnny fails to have as good or better year than his freshman season at Texas A&M and is totally killed by the national media and forgotten two weeks later. Or the other option which is Johnny "Football" will continue with his success and be drafted 1st overall pick in the 2014 NFL Draft. Now since I don't believe in fairy tales coming true right before my eyes so what happens in the NFL, i'd hate to take a shot and then have to wipe egg off my face a few years later. I did try that once and I the great RW and VY embarrassed my predictions. I do believe that Manziel is a damn good quarterback and I do see him succeeding in the SEC or any other conference for that matter because his coach (Sumlin) believes in him and has built, trained, and orchestrated the team to give all the power to the quarterback. When any player has a coach that believes in them and then does everything in his power to make them successful, if they are as special as "The Kerrville Kid," they can't help but succeed. Now, at this point in Johnny Football's fifteen minutes of fame, he is just getting settled in because once he won the Heisman trophy he extended the zoom on the lens of the world and in the wild world of sports that kind of exposure doesn't wear off quickly. Just ask Ryan Leaf, Tanya Harding, and a few dozen other flamed sports figures. The difference between this group and the A&M standout is that he will excel with class and maturity and if he was to fail he would fail the same way he excelled. I have seen the pictures of him flashing the money and I've also seen the show boating with the guys from dudeperfect.com and neither of these things make me feel any less proud that he is a fellow Texan.
The old white haired folks that used to direct the way the country went are no longer the moral standard considering all the fraud, cheating, and many other scandalous affairs infecting our governments, churches, and neighborhoods. Johnny Manziel may not be the quiet but confident Peyton Manning but he'll never be a Mike Vick in my "so-not-professional" opinion he will be in the middle. He may show how much fun he's actually having but how can he not, he wasn't even expected to be a starter much less a record setting Heisman Trophy winner. If this is his fantasy life then let him live it up a little because in the rough world of professional athletics, it doesn't take much to loose it all so enjoy what you have in life while you have it.
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