The first thing I have to say is don't ask me where the hell these conversations come from!
We all know the prison stories about Jamal or Bubba having his fun with the fresh meat in the pokey. Most of us have probably seen American History X when Ed Norton gets railed like a malaysian prostitue, Butterfly Effect with the biting, or even Shawshank Redemption.
In all of those movies their is only one little depiction of unwanted Brokeback action, but we have to assume that it happens quite often in prison. Some of us have also learned that the best way to neutralize an enemy is to embrace the manner in which they are trying to attack you. Those of us who know Erran saw the Night at the Roxbury spoof of him and Nick. If not, it was someone making fun of them for being out in the clubs every night and to those that don't know them, seeing a couple of douchebags wearing sunglasses in a dark club and obliterating their livers with the swiftness of a Chuck Norris roundhouse.
Instead of fighting back and raging about it, they embraced it. Erran commented on the blog, posted bulletins and just had a good time with it. The attack on them was negated and made meaningless.
So, back to Oz for a minute. If you happened to find yourself in prison would it be better to take the same approach, or fight for the sanctity of the cinnamon ring? Do you drop trou' pucker up and go fabulous in order to run off your attacker and pray that it works? Do you fight as hard as you can against 5 Aryans and get you ass kicked before it gets turned into mayo smothered ground beef? Do you run like hell and lock yourself in your cell to save for another day?
I have to say, I would take an ass kicking every day, maybe figure out how to McGuyver a shank out of a cot spring and a blanket. I don't think I could embrace the attack. My chocolate starfish is definately thanking me for the effort. It throws a parade in my pants for my heroism.
What do all of you think? Freddie Mercury or Freddy Mills?
Friday, March 23, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
My Newest Relationship.
Yep, I'm in a relationship again. It's actually a rekindling of a once great relationship that I have lost touch with. Someone who makes me smile, makes me laugh and is singularly my best friend and worst enemy.
We have a lot in common, in fact, everything in common. Over the years we have laughed together, cried together, hurt and felt joy, all at the same time. We are quite content being with each other, actually, we're inseperable, almost to a fault.
It's been a long road getting back in good graces enought o reform this once tremendous relationship. I've been broken and searching, a short stint as a rockstar-superhero-binge drinking-copulating-jackass was fun, but it left a lot to be desired. I spent a lot of time with loved ones after that, have worked on building a better relationship with my friends and family and in the end I really found the person I was looking for.
I have to say, my new mate is pretty cute too! Take a look and tell me what you think.
We have a lot in common, in fact, everything in common. Over the years we have laughed together, cried together, hurt and felt joy, all at the same time. We are quite content being with each other, actually, we're inseperable, almost to a fault.
It's been a long road getting back in good graces enought o reform this once tremendous relationship. I've been broken and searching, a short stint as a rockstar-superhero-binge drinking-copulating-jackass was fun, but it left a lot to be desired. I spent a lot of time with loved ones after that, have worked on building a better relationship with my friends and family and in the end I really found the person I was looking for.
I have to say, my new mate is pretty cute too! Take a look and tell me what you think.
I forgot to mention....the sex is great! 
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
Reflection and Clarity.
Today i attended a funeral for Billy "The Bull" Wright. I know that name means very little to all of you, but I wanted to pay tribute to a Plano local who has cut 5 generations of hair for the men in my family. Bull was a great guy, he never let a day go by without telling his wife he loved her. He dedicated his life to his family and friends and is very much how I picture myself when I'm older.
He was often seen riding around his neighborhood in a gold cart, tugging on a whiskey bottle and just having fun being himself with his neighbors and friends. Bull has a daughter my age who spoke at his funeral and although a little morbid and far premature, it got me to thinking of my Dad just two seats over.
My Dad and I have had our differences over the years, and we still do about a lot of things, but I have to commend Candace for her ability to stand and give a eulogy for her father. While Bull's loss will affect a great number of people and he touched many hearts, I know that it will not interrupt my day to day routine. I'll carry on and while I might think of him as I pass the shop, I won't have all of the memories to ponder as his family does. I am faced with the reality that my Dad and Bull were close to the same age.
For those of you who know me and especially those of you who know my Dad, him and I never really express our feelings towards one another, infact the two of us are terrible with words when it comes to that type of unconditional love that only a father and son have. We usually have to write something to each other and it tends to stick around for a long time. I still have a letter my Dad wrote me 15 years ago that is one of my prized possesions. I don't pull it out and show it off, it's something for me and him. I look back over some of the things that we have done together and all of the good times and it hits me like a ton of bricks that I will one day be exactly where Candace was today.....
...lost, lonely, and a part of myself feeling empty and alone.
I pray that I will have the strength she had and be able to delivery a proper sentiment to relay the love I have for my Dad, my supporter, and my friend.
Although i have made some stupid decisions in the past, my Dad has always stood behind me if I thought I was right and given me opportunities to fall flat on my face, and pick me up, dust me off and send me back on my way.
I'm sorry this is a little sappy for some of you that read, I just needed to get a little out, it's been haunting me since Dad and I shook hands and parted earlier. I love you Dad, and thank you for being my father.
He was often seen riding around his neighborhood in a gold cart, tugging on a whiskey bottle and just having fun being himself with his neighbors and friends. Bull has a daughter my age who spoke at his funeral and although a little morbid and far premature, it got me to thinking of my Dad just two seats over.
My Dad and I have had our differences over the years, and we still do about a lot of things, but I have to commend Candace for her ability to stand and give a eulogy for her father. While Bull's loss will affect a great number of people and he touched many hearts, I know that it will not interrupt my day to day routine. I'll carry on and while I might think of him as I pass the shop, I won't have all of the memories to ponder as his family does. I am faced with the reality that my Dad and Bull were close to the same age.
For those of you who know me and especially those of you who know my Dad, him and I never really express our feelings towards one another, infact the two of us are terrible with words when it comes to that type of unconditional love that only a father and son have. We usually have to write something to each other and it tends to stick around for a long time. I still have a letter my Dad wrote me 15 years ago that is one of my prized possesions. I don't pull it out and show it off, it's something for me and him. I look back over some of the things that we have done together and all of the good times and it hits me like a ton of bricks that I will one day be exactly where Candace was today.....
...lost, lonely, and a part of myself feeling empty and alone.
I pray that I will have the strength she had and be able to delivery a proper sentiment to relay the love I have for my Dad, my supporter, and my friend.
Although i have made some stupid decisions in the past, my Dad has always stood behind me if I thought I was right and given me opportunities to fall flat on my face, and pick me up, dust me off and send me back on my way.
I'm sorry this is a little sappy for some of you that read, I just needed to get a little out, it's been haunting me since Dad and I shook hands and parted earlier. I love you Dad, and thank you for being my father.
Monday, March 5, 2007
Bob Marley Hates me!
Ever looked in a store at the mall and just knnnnew that you should't go in there? Not in te I'm gonna see a naked granny on a birthday card or they sell kiddy porn from behind the counter typ of store, but one that you just see the people working there and know you can get thrown out in less than 3 minutes?
Beau-dacious and I were waiting patiently outside and were beckoned in by the Secret Agent and Mrs. Beau-dacious, hilarity would ensue!
I walked up to the counter to see bows full of several different facial scrubs, one of which looked like someone had put the bowl under my dogs ass for the past week and had a collective mound of fruity smelling land mine pie and another that looked like freshly pressed guacamole. Bob Marley the soap shop attendant was none to impressed when i asked for a chip and made mention of the dookie dish and asked if he had tried it.
Bob Marley walked away at this point and Beau-dacious and I wandered the store looking at the oddities on the shelves. We quickly stumbled across some jell-o looking shampoo that felt like a nice moist....um, click here! (Shameless plug for Leah Kauffman) Mrs. Beau-dacious was not keen on his moist dripping fingers being placed in her face, and Bob Marley asked us to leave.
Beau-dacious and I headed across the way to get white cherry slurpees and laugh as we sang Three Little Birds.
Everyone be sure and get your Togas ready, it's almost that time!
Beau-dacious and I were waiting patiently outside and were beckoned in by the Secret Agent and Mrs. Beau-dacious, hilarity would ensue!
I walked up to the counter to see bows full of several different facial scrubs, one of which looked like someone had put the bowl under my dogs ass for the past week and had a collective mound of fruity smelling land mine pie and another that looked like freshly pressed guacamole. Bob Marley the soap shop attendant was none to impressed when i asked for a chip and made mention of the dookie dish and asked if he had tried it.
Bob Marley walked away at this point and Beau-dacious and I wandered the store looking at the oddities on the shelves. We quickly stumbled across some jell-o looking shampoo that felt like a nice moist....um, click here! (Shameless plug for Leah Kauffman) Mrs. Beau-dacious was not keen on his moist dripping fingers being placed in her face, and Bob Marley asked us to leave.
Beau-dacious and I headed across the way to get white cherry slurpees and laugh as we sang Three Little Birds.
Everyone be sure and get your Togas ready, it's almost that time!
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