My father went to Vietnam three times. The last time he was home they had to commit him to the base hospital for trying to kill himself. After the third trip he suceeded. In a note to my mom he told a story much like Kerry's testamony in the senate committee. He service to his country was of such a nature that he couldn't live with himself. As to the character of Kerry, you can never know, but I find it difficult to believe that such accusations a
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I lived on bases as a kid. I get it now. I am located in South Bend until my kids graduate--then it's back to Cal. At least that's the plan. Who knows? Have to get rich and famous, first. Hahahaha. J.
It is a little strange,but these guys are my buds. Buddha is LA, the rest of us are being held in a corn field in Indiana. What is KUTGW? J.
pour it slow and sit it down soft--try not to disturb it much, I'll be right there... J.
I challenged the bloody one the Mexican Jew and Tom the literary that frightens serial killers to write one a day for a hundred days no focus on quality just production preventing blocks and depression Christopher, the bloody one, fades in and out trading oxy-contin dullness and whiskey chasers when no ones looking<B
if you can walk away from the puke of society--you risk goat over lamb. Omission is never a pass, love is a desision that requires action. It's the doing of love that is the defining of Christ. Adherence to the law is just good citizenship. Obiedience simply compliance. Without love-ing it's all empty air. J.
Thanks. The collection here is the first place I try them out. Most of these are currently being edited and I hope to sell it. As for being a hax, We are our own worst judge. I just want to have fun and see what happens. J.
one eyed joe doesn’t remember before being 8 he says he was dead then but can’t remember he tells me “I used to be real smart, I knew things, then I had an accident, but I don’t remember.” he shares his chewing tobacco and we watch the moon take a seat over the cross on top of saint pat’s he wants a computer, he thinks he
Man, I know I'm looking pretty dumb, but I don't get the rankings/point system. I don't get what the purpose of system. And yes, I read the stuff before and I still don't get the math. So, is Mig, like "Big?" and what does that mean? If this is a good thing, then cool. Congrats:)
I’m not proud such an attitude is out of my budget it’s costly to keep and maintain no, like most nuts with a pen I depend on the kindness of others those who seek to find a voice and a word where they might not otherwise I’m not above requesting contributions from my patrons, you’re hiring a madman to write<B
what’s the problem? standing there staring out the window calculating this and that are you angry are you pissed that we didn’t see you or praise you have you grown ingrown and feel shame beyond all shame what’s the point? do you think the final explosion with all it’s blood and gore will paint a scene wor
with Johnny, you take your chances
sometimes you just have to want to give a shit about anything it can be an effort more akin to throwing heavy boulders in mud but there are some things that demand it that jump up and slap you around piss in your face or leave dog shit in your yard the rain soaked kid huddled under the awing of a hamburger
would you walk the coals for me burn your feet and blister the backs of your thighs would you cover me with your parka in the snow after I cut you open and passed out delirious from blood lust if I took your children and sold them into hell could I count on you to be there when I cry my shame for my heinous acts
In all seriousness. Get counseling and get the jerk out of your life. To although abuse of any kind may be familiar, but it's never going to change till you change it. I offer my prayers for your need to be valued as you should be. J.
Oh, bro. I know this shit hurts. I was there and I wouldn't want anyone else to have to feel it. Having said that, do not spend a week by yourself. The "hamster wheel" thinking will drive you to do really stupid things. You still want to fix it. Short of a stroke, she's not gonna change her mind. What do you like to do? Do you like to read? Go to a reading at a bookstore or something, but get busy. Isolation is a downward spiral. J.
I am a pugilist of words, once called anti-poetry by the forces that would be they say I’m not pretty they say it hurts to hear my work it’s a desecration of the art and I wear it down quickly one guy said I was a rip off of chinaski another promised hell for a 1000 years I don’t want to puke pretty you
My friend, I know it's different every other thought you think about this crap. So what if you let your wife make all the desisions. You're full grown and it's not as hard as it seems. But it's never going to change till you decide, however good or bad you do it, to walk your own path. There are a great number of men who didn't find their niche in life till they were well into the 50's or more. Don't look to fix anything. just go and have some fun
Thanks everyone for the good vibes. Unfortunately, this one is entirely true--no filler. Much to my shame. J.
Yo, my friend. Cheer up. Life moves forward and dwelling so hard on the loss is killing you. You need to allow acceptance to grow. Whatever the reasons, she's moving on, and even though it hurts, you have to move on too. Get busy, do things, join a softball league of bowling or something enjoyable. You'll meet new friends, more than a few will have gone thru the same process. When you feel yourself feeling like shit and crying in your beer, grab
too many people have sung the glories of cocaine Jackson Brown, Eric Clapton, Billie and the blues kings but I say “fuck that bitch!” there was nothing glorious when I cracked that slacker kid, he was making out with his girlfriend in the theater isle of the La Habra Movies the tear above his eye squirted like some b
I feel for you, bro. I went thru a similar time myself 7 years ago. I was 38 at the time. I did all the things you've described too. What has helped most has been a combination of having a good therapist that can help you understand this event and working real hard to be a good father to your children. It's like being in the blast of a bomb. Lots of questions, not many answers. You're stunned and there's alway a little fear re-entering the world
why didn’t we know Baldwin all those showers together washing football off our asses and snapping towels laughing and joking throwing shit at each other how was it we didn’t see your pain or fear you hit me so hard once I swallowed a molar blood dripped out of my mouth staining the blue of our jerseys to purple<
I had to cry today my soul needed to be scrubbed clean and I ached shook whined and threw my tears at god I can’t say all the reasons why I don’t know myself too well, but it came from somewhere deep down churning and growing demanding itself to be heard maybe it’s the two boxes lost far in the back of
I stepped inside your head today I know you’re dead, but you live on in me I’ve wanted to walk in your head for a long time, but I’ve been comfortable with who you are in me now I need to know or at least get a hint some kind of something to help me understand just what was fucking going on in your head to make it the