Thursday, December 29, 2011

In The Year 2012...

It's approaching faster now then ever: The end of the other year. However, this year is supposed to be a huge year. Well, this really depends if the Mayans were right or not. If they are, well, I hope I die with a bottle of Jack in one hand, and Jim in the other. If the world is going to end, I might as well die happy.

If not, here's a few things I hope to accomplish next year:

  1. Lose some weight. I'm probably around 260 (give or take 20lbs...). I wouldn't mind being back down to around 230lbs.
  2. Finishing editing my first novel. It's been on hold due to the holidays. After the New Year, it should be back on track. So far, we got through the first 80 pages, and no major changes. One so far, but it's at most four paragraphs.
  3. Finish another rough draft of another novel, or maybe two. As stated in previous posts, put on hold due to the holidays. Again, working on a sci-fi werewolf story as well as the sequel to the first. Not the wisest idea at times, but just do one each day. Never mix genres like that all at once. It's like the equivalent of mixing whiskey, beer, and milk all at once. The end result will end up in the toilet.
  4. Keep updating this at least once a week. You see, blogging is the writing equivalent of taking a shit. It releases some of the built-up pressure in your body, and you feel better afterwards.
  5. Live to see 2013.
Well, that's all for know. My parting thought is this

song.

Hope y'all enjoy it.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

"The Greatest Decision"

She sits at the bar looking very lonely
Glances at the clock, time drifting slowly
Quietly places an order for another round
Her sadness is what she is trying to drown
From my table, I watch her and begin to cry
As she numbs the great feeling of being alive
The waitress warns me, “To mind my own business.
Just sit there and finish your pint of Guinness.”

By just watching I am acting like a fool
Seeing her slowly kill herself on that stool
I been down that dark path once before
I just could not watch in silence anymore
No point both of us being alone this evening
I walk over and give her a friendly greeting
I kindly ask her, “Is this seat taken?”
“If you think I’m good company, you’re mistaken.”
“There is one way to find if your answer is true,”

I reply as I sit down on the empty bar stool
She gives me a dirty look and lets out a sigh
“Not only are you drunk, but also very high.”
“Look,” I say. “What do you truly have to lose?”
“Nothing, you will give me a really good snooze.”
“Come on, I don’t even know who you truly are.”
“Trust me, this conversation will not go far.”

All of my kind words towards her seem to fail
As we both sit in silence drinking our pint of ale
She finally spoke up, “You really took a chance,
But I feel you not a loser looking for romance.
You come over here because we are both alone
Getting wasted here before we both go home.
You’re right, I really got nothing to lose anyway,
But by being sincere, you just made it a good day.”
“Thank you. I just hating seeing someone here
Crying while trying to numb their pain with beer.”

The next thing we know we are driving in a car
Not caring about the time or where we truly are
That night happened exactly three years in the past
A chance it was, but neither of us has looked back
The greatest decision I have ever made in my life
Was in that bar where I met my ever-loving wife

Monday, December 26, 2011

Monday, Monday...

The joys of Monday. The most loathed day in all of history, save maybe me. Ironically, Mondays are my "Fridays" so to speak since it's the last day of my work week. However, they still feel like a Monday. Maybe it's years of dreading Mondays, or just something in my genes. Either way, Mondays suck.

The good news is at least Christmas Eve rocked. I start work early, but got off at 6pm. I was till around 6am drinking and partying all night long. I was glad I just stuck to the keg for the majority of the night. If not, I would have been knocked out by Jack way earlier. I didn't have any liquor till 4am when the last few of us did one holiday shot.

I did have a good Christmas day as well. I got a new wardrobe, and my own fruitcake. No clue people hate it, but I love it. I actually ate some for breakfast. I also get a new queen sized bed,which made someone else very happy. Now, we got room for us, and our two dogs. Sadly, even though I 6'3", they will still take up all the space for I sleep on my side against the wall. Ah well, she's happy for it looks like a soft bed, and beats the futon we are currently sleeping on.

This means tomorrow we have to organize the bedroom once again. Yeah, I always seem to be busy on my days off, but then again, rather be busy instead of sleeping the day away. The good news is Wednesday is our lazy day, which means I might be able to do some more writing. However, got errands to run, so it won't be entirely a lazy day. I guess work is never done when you're an adult.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Everyone Needs a Good Blogging Now And Then

It’s odd that the instant I decided to take a break from writing for the holidays, I started posting on this blog more. I guess I’m doing this to keep my writing going, but at the same time, not working on something serious. I’m not saying I’m not taking this blog seriously, but it’s not like writing a 300+ page novel. I can sort of pick it up when I have an urge to write just to write, and not be focused on all the stuff that goes into writing a major story.

I could work on some side projects, but there is one problem with that. I’m already working on three different stories in various stages. The last thing I need to do is start another story while writing two different genres, and trying to edit another one. Adding another one will most likely lead me to mixing genres, which would suck since two are romance novels, and the other is a sci-fi story. It will be like checking a gas tank’s level with a lit match. In other words, the end result will not be pretty.

Since I am writing this on Christmas, I guess I could post something about Christmas. Here goes:

“The Holiday Toast”

The Christmas tree is up
Some eggnog in a cup
The gifts are neatly wrapped
And I’m about ready to crash
Been running around nonstop
With errands at various shops
No time to do anything fun
Can’t wait for this to be done
However, all that matters in the end
Is to be surrounded by family and friends
To share some warm holiday cheers
As we finish off another joyous year
I lift my glass and offer up this toast
As the turkey in the oven slowly roasts
“A very Merry Christmas to everyone
May you have a joyous day with loved ones
Also, if you have any leftover fruit cake
I happily accept all of it on my dinner plate”
Well, at this point, I’m going back to bed
The holiday “spirits” went to my head

Friday, December 23, 2011

Random Nonsense - 12/23/11

Guy #1: "Something smells fishy."
Guy #2: "Dude, we WORK on a tuna boat!"

Kid: "Dad, why is latex so important?"
Dad: "Well,son, if I used latex, I wouldn't be having this conversation right now."

Guy #1: "Don't you hate when you wake up naked in a field surrounded by sheep?"
Guy #2: "I told you to lay off the scotch! It brings out your Scottish hertitage a little too much!"
#1: "What are you trying to say?"
#2: "You love the BAAAHH girls a little too much..."

Kid #1: "Your Mom wears combat boots!"
Kid #2: "So does your Mom!"
#1: "That joke doesn't work when your parents in the Army."

Old man #1: "So, what's up with you?"
Old Man #2: "Nothing. Why?"
#1: "Your soldier is at full attention."
#2: "Crap! The Viagra kicked in now!"
#1:"Is that bad?"
#2: "Yes! I'm on a bus about to see my proctologist!"

Friday, December 16, 2011

12/16/11 Thought

It's ironic how I started a blog to write random thoughts here and there, but never do. It seems that I was too busy writing my main projects, I totally forgot about this blog. However, with the holidays in full swing,I decided to take a break from all writing projects, I find myself finally updating this blog. As I'm doing this, it makes me wonder if anyone truly reads it anyway. Ah well, only time will tell.

A Fun Scene Involving Werewolves

(This is fan fiction aka copyrighted for the White Wolf Game Werewolf: The Apocalype. I'm just posting it because it's a fun scene to read. Also, since this blog is labeled as Adult Contect, I don't want to hear grief about all the cursing.)

I wake up sometime later feeling like I was put through a blender. My entire body hurts, even my damn hair! It hurts even to blink at the moment! I just survived the worst fight to date in my life. Sadly, I know that there will be some harder fights to come. I just hope they don’t leave me feeling like beef feels when it’s going through a meat grinder.

Yet, despite better judgment, I slowly sit up on the couch. I scream out in pain as all my muscle cramp up at once. As I sit in there in pain, I hear someone laughing. When the cramping finally subsides, I turn my head and see Eric sitting in the chair at the other end of the couch, laughing his ass off.

“That’s what you get for kicking me in the nuts, Asshole!” He says smiling at me. His face still shows signs of the battle. His right eye is still blackened. In his hand is a Yuengling.

“Well, payback is a bitch. You kneed me there first, Fuck Face!”

“Yeah, that’s right, I did,” he replies with a smirk. “Oh well, it’s not like they are being used anyway.”

“Whatever. Get me a beer, bitch,” I say laughing. “By the way, what time is it?”

“11:15 pm. Yeah, you’ve been sleeping all day, “ he replies as he heads into the kitchen. A minute later, he returns from the kitchen with a beer. He hands it to me and says, “Don’t you dare call me the beer bitch!”

“Fine, beer whore!” I say laughing. It’s funny, less than fourteen hours ago, we were beating the shit out of each other. Now, we are laughing like old chums, bullshitting over a cold one. I seriously doubt I won the fight, so what the hell is going on?

“Hey, Eric, what’s the deal?” I ask. “I know I lost the fight. So, am I out of the pack or what?”

“Nah, you’re cool. The purpose of that fight we did was to prove that the training has paid off. In fact, you’re going with us tomorrow night on a mission.”

“A mission, eh? Is it a mission from God?” I ask as I take a sip of my beer.

“No, we’re not the Blues brothers,” He says while shaking his head. His tone quickly serious as he explains, “We’re going to hunt down some Black Spiral Dancers who’ve been muscling the few kinfolk we have in this city.”

“Why are we waiting till tomorrow?” I inquire as I finish off my beer.

He gently nudges my shoulder causing me to wince in pain. “That’s why we are waiting. We’re both still sore from this morning. Besides, the Walkers are keeping an eye on them at the moment.”

“So, the Walkers do all the easy shit while we do all the grunt work?”

“That sums it up nicely about the overall relationship of our tribes, but it’s different here. Garou are a rare breed in Florida it seems. Both tribes do their share of shit work. We have too in order to survive.”

“Let me guess, Florida is ran by the Mokole?”

“Fucking Jurassic Park rejects! Yeah, they run South Florida pretty much.”

“Oh well, like I’m ever going back to South Florida anyway,” I say as I stand up. “Need another?” I ask as I set the empty bottle down. He nods his head and I walk into the kitchen. I walk back with four beers and hand him two. He just laughs and shakes his head. I sit back down and simply reply, “One less trip.”

Well, that one less trip quickly turns into six more trips. We spend the evening discussing anything and everything. It started with the current geography of Florida, my old life, philosophy, then by midnight, with no more beer, it turns into should our drunk asses walk to the store and get more or should we just drink the shitty vodka Gwen has beneath the kitchen sink. We end up stumbling down the road towards the local quickie mart.

As we head back from the store with a case of Budweiser, I happen to notice an old couch by the side of the road. I walk over to it and take a look at it. It doesn’t smell and looks pretty brand new. I get a crazy idea and persuade Eric to help me carry it back to the apartment. What a sight we were! Two drunken mother fuckers carrying a couch down the road with a case of beer sitting in the middle of the couch at one in the morning! I’m just amazed we made it without dropping the couch or breaking the beer bottles!

Four hundred yards later, we make it back to the apartment. We quickly set the couch on the front lawn so it faces the road. I stumble back inside and carry out the coffee table. I set it down in front of the couch, making our makeshift living room complete. I quickly sit down on the corner and grab a beer from the box. Eric is at the other corner, beer in hand, feet propped up on the table.

“Man, this is a great idea Chris!” Eric boasts. “So, when do I get to hear some of your pottree?”

I take a swig of my beer and slur, “Just because my name is Atlawn Witthem doesn’t mean I will do pohtree when someone wants me to. Besides, I’m so drunk I can’t even say my name anyrye. So, shut the fuck up and let me enjoy the buzz I gots going.”

“I’ll drink to that! Cheers!”

At that point, we hear the front door close. I turn around and see a half-asleep Gwen heading towards us. I nudge Eric and point back towards Gwen. Gwen walks over and shakes her head. I take the beer off the couch and set it on the table. She sits down and grabs a beer.

“Figures you two had to drink all the Yuengling, “ she says as she pops open a Bud. “Where did this couch come from?”

“Ask Atthong over there,” Eric slurs in response.

“Atthong!” I yell out as I burst into a fit of laughter. “You’re gone, man,” I say to Eric when the laughter subsides.

Gwen looks between the both of us and shakes her head. “You two are trashed. You finish off 20 Yuenglings to only buy more beer and carry back a couch. What were you guys thinking?”

I grab another Bud and respond, “To buy more bear and carry back a cotch at one in the morning, duh!”

Eric whispers under his breath “smart ass” while Gwen gives me a funny look and asks, “Buy more bear? ”

I hold my bottle and reply, “Beer, not bear! However,” I say as I rub my chin, “buying a bear doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

Eric reaches over and punches my shoulder while Gwen takes away my beer. She hands it to Eric, who ends up polishing it off. I calmly reach over to grab another one, but I stop when I feel a cold nose on my other hand. I look over the hand rest and see Pete sitting next to the couch. I slide over and tap the open area between Gwen and I. He happily jumps on the couch and rests his head on my lap. I begin scratching his ears while grabbing a beer with my other hand.

“Pete likes you, Chris,” Gwen replies.

“About time a bitch likes his ass!” Eric retorts, laughing

“Besides you, big boy?” I say in the gayest tone I can muster.

He just turns bright red and replies, “Fuck you!”

“Is that a promuse, sweet thang? I hope you aren’t like the others and don’t daliver when it comes to the ‘goods’.”

Gwen goes into hysterical laughter at this point. Eric’s face turns another two shades darker. I just sit back on the couch and smile. I decide not to push Eric any further considering I know how violent he can get. He, on the other hand, decides to get in the last laugh.

He, now talking like a flamer, responds, “I don’t get any complants from you when I deliver the goods, honey. Besides, like FedEx, you love to handle my patkage.”

“Alright, ladies,” Gwen chimes in. “Behave. Let’s not get your panties in a knot!”

Eric and I look at each other and nod our heads. We both reply in unison, “Who says we are wearing anything anyway?”

“Like you two have anything to cover anyway?” Gwen replies.

“Yeah, whatever,” I reply. “Oh well, it keeps me happy.”

Of course, it gets worse from there. For the rest of the night, we end up talking trash to each other. Of course, the trash talking becomes a slur fest. Gwen, after only 6 beers, sounds worse then me and Eric combined! I think Eric and I do more laughing than actual talking. Around 4am, we all finally stumble back into the apartment and sit down in the living room. We all end up passing out on the couch.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

"The Supposed Prize"

Caught between opposing sides
A woman’s heart is the supposed prize
Yet she has already made her choice
She is with whom she loves the most
This has not been taken very well
Many make her life a living hell
Her lover is not liked by the others
Blood is spilled between brothers
Now outcaste by family and friends
Over a romance that will never end
A romance that will bear a child
From nights of passion running wild
Alas, violence will not be a stranger
Father’s life is in constant danger
And every night, while the child sleeps
In the darkness, the mother will weep
As in her heart, she will silently pray
That the father will be safe one day
That all the fighting will come to an end
Their safety he will not have to defend

Sunday, January 9, 2011

"This Bliss"

A new year has finally arrived
The old one has been left behind
Worries about how we'll survive
Always filling our troubled minds
All I keep thinking every day
Is to live it like it's your last
What happens to you today
Come tomorrow, will be the past
However, life is always changing
Nothing is what it truly seems
Our actions are always rearranging
Our hopes, our goals, and our dreams
We struggle to find our true indentity
Trying to hear our quiet internal voice
Over the noise of a fast paced society
Struggling to make the right choice
As we feel like we are in a dark time
Like hope has gone from our hearts
However, always keep this in mind
Life is amazing. Always take part
Overcome the fears you have to face
With the idea you can only go forward
Find your own pace in this insane race
Just always keep moving onward
One day, everything will fall into place
You will find true happiness and love
As you look deeply at your lover's face
Remembering what you went through
Just to make it to this personal paradise
Thinking about what you had to do
Going through hell was worth this bliss