Last year ARMCHAIR Magazine interviewed the mysterious blogger Otin for their special one named superstars issue. Although Otin has lost his A list status and followed in the footsteps of other one named has beens such as Cher, Prince, and Madonna, we at ACM still find him an interesting subject.
We sent our reporter, Lou Zerr, to Otin's home for an update on his life. They sat in Otin's living room sipping diet soda and eating chips and salsa.
LOU: Otin, may I call you Otin?
OTIN: Sure, and you are Lou Zerr?
LOU: Yes, nice to meet you. now lets get down to the interview. You seemed to have fallen off of the face of the blog world lately. You were a once a day poster and a sun up to sun down commenter at one time. What happened?
OTIN: I was, but then I realized that life was more important than blogging. Not only that, but my blog has become a story blog and not much more. If I don't have any current story ideas then I don't have any posts.
LOU: What about the commenting?
OTIN: Trying to keep up with everyone's blog would be like going to high school and writing every one in the entire school a personalized note once a day. I know people are there, I don't forget about them, but house work, yard work, and a full time job take up most of my time.
LOU: Last time we interviewed you, you did not say much about your personal life. Are things still the same? If I recall, we agreed not to talk about it during the last session.
OTIN: My personal life is totally different. Sometimes in life we end up with the wrong people around us and just settle into a routine and convince ourselves that everything is okay. In the mean time, we do things like overeat and become blog addicts in order to try to put a bandage on our unhappiness. To answer your question, my personal life is wonderful. I am very much in love with a wonderful, beautiful, and intelligent woman.
LOU: Care to name her?
OTIN: I think that everyone knows her by now (chuckles)
LOU: Do you ever edit yourself for content when you write something? It seems like there are people who you slightly offend on occasion.
OTIN: I pull my punches a bit. When writing, I don't really have a limit as to where I will go, but sometimes I will hold back because something is just way over the top and I know that it will really bother some people.
LOU: Your commenting style has drastically changed from last year. You used to dwell in the gutter a lot more. People seemed to like it. Why did you change?
OTIN: A few reasons. Number one is that things run their course and get a little old after a while. I did it for attention and to try to attract a following to my blog. I don't care about that any more. Number two is that it would be disrespectful to the woman who I love.
LOU: In our last interview you also stated that you were an atheist. Will that ever change?
OTIN: It already has. They say that it takes a miracle to make some people see life differently. I think that a lot of things lined up in my life that were so unbelievable that the odds of them occurring one after another were a million to one. I am not saying that I am suddenly religious, I am just saying that I am open to possibilities and welcome change.
LOU: What are your views on the Gulf Oil Spill?
OTIN: One of my first thoughts is that what ever happened to our oil shortage? Two years ago we were paying $4.00 dollars a gallon because oil was scarce and now we have enough to fill up the gulf of Mexico. (Laughs). I also think that demonizing BP is kind of silly. It could have been any company, and some day probably will. They all take shortcuts and BP was just the one that it backfired on.
LOU: How about politics? You still independent?
OTIN: Yea, I think that extremes either way are not good. Take for example "The right to bear arms". Go too far to the left and they don't want you to be able to own a sling shot, and then go too far to the right and they want howitzers in everyone's yard. Balance is best.
LOU: One last question for now..... What is the future for you as a blogger?
OTIN: I think that it is winding down. I like to write and may just throw a story up every now and then, but I think that my days of spending hours in front of the computer are coming to an end. It is a natural progression.
LOU: Thank you OTIN, we wish you the best in the future.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Kim Kardashian.... hot ass...sex...... Paris Hilton
I'm just doing an experiment to see if using those keywords in my blog increases my google search numbers! LOL!!!
Sunday, August 15, 2010
The addict
Most people never fully recover from drug addiction, but that had not been the case for Jeff Harding. He had spent a good part of his late teens and early twenties wandering along 42nd street, frequenting the pushers and the sex clubs which dominated the landscape in the early 1980’s. It was a dirty and decadent place before Rudolf Giuliani came along and swept out all of the filth. It was a drug addicts Disneyland.
It was easy for a Jersey boy to get into the city. Buses and trains ran constantly and Jeff took full advantage of the public transportation. He spent every penny that he made or was given on whatever drug was available, but mostly he looked for the cocaine. It was his drug of choice.
Jeff’s family knew that he had a problem and tried repeatedly to get him into a treatment facility. He would never go, stating that he wasn’t an addict. The family knew better, but they could not force him into treatment. They also had a tough time admitting that their son was a druggie.
In the late 80’s, Jeff got arrested with a fairly large amount of cocaine in his possession. He went to court and was given a sentence of thirty days in rehab and two years probation. That was the day that changed his life forever.
While in rehab, Jeff met a worker at the facility named Lana. Lana was not supposed to get personally involved with the patients, but there was something about Jeff that just made her heart soar. He was full of ideas and his creativity was refreshing to her. She grew close to him and dreaded the idea of him leaving and going back out onto the streets. Lana decided that she would visit Jeff outside of the clinic. No one would have to know.
Jeff also had an attraction to Lana. They began talking on the phone constantly and spending most of their free time together. He rarely thought about getting high anymore. The euphoric feeling that he felt when he was with her was all the drug that he needed.
Jeff found a job at a shipping and receiving company and Lana was able to continue on at the rehab center. They soon moved in together and began a happy new life. By the time 1990 rolled around, Jeff’s drug days were a thing of the past.
The couple later married and brought a beautiful little baby girl into the world. They relocated to an area that was a little less citified. Jeff had gone from the American nightmare to the American dream in a period of only five years. Life was good.
Five more years passed and life had just gotten better over time. He and Lana were more in love than ever, and their daughter, Shauna, had grown into a sweet little girl. Jeff knew that love had saved his life.
One Saturday morning, Jeff awoke to the sound of raindrops on the bedroom window. He reached over to hug Lana and realized that she was not there. He looked at the clock and saw that it was 10:30 in the morning. Lana was an early riser and she frequently got up hours before he did.
Jeff put on his robe and slippers and walked down stairs. The house was empty and dark, due to the cloud cover outside. He saw a note on the kitchen table. Lana had written that she and Shauna had gone to the store. At the bottom of the note there were three Hershey’s kisses, and a few words written in crayon, which read: Kisses for my Daddy.
Jeff smiled at the thought of his baby taking the time to write those affectionate words for him.
His smile later turned to a blood curdling scream when he was informed that Lana’s car had hydroplaned into the path of a beer delivery truck and that his family had been pronounced dead on the scene. Everything that he lived for had been wiped away in an instant. Jeff wished that he had been in the car with them so that he would not have to face the future alone.
He barely made it through the funerals. His mother tried to comfort him but to no avail. There were no words that could mend his torn out heart. Gin was his solution. At first it dulled the pain, but then, eventually, his hurt found its way through the alcohol. He needed something stronger. He needed his old friend. It was time to take a trip into the city. He had not been there in years.
Jeff got off the bus at the Port Authority terminal and walked out onto the city streets. Even though things had changed, there was a part of him that felt like he was home again. It was as if his pain and sorrow had driven him back to this place. He began to walk down 42nd street. He had no idea where he could get stuff any more. No pushers came up to him on the street like they had in the old days and all of the strip clubs had been shut down. He wandered until dark trying to figure out where to score some coke, but nothing was the same as he remembered. It was a clean new world.
After hours of walking, Jeff ducked into an alley to pee. He stepped behind a dumpster and urinated against the wall. An old black man with dreadlocks and one eye that was clouded over appeared from the darkness.
“I don’t piss on your house!” He said to Jeff, almost yelling.
“Sorry, Dude. I had to go real bad.”
“There is a McDonalds across the street. They have a toilet. Now I gotta smell your piss till it rains again.”
“I’m sorry, but if that’s your biggest problem, then you have life by the balls. My life is piss.”
“Tell me why,” The old man said.
Jeff had no idea why, but he toldthe stranger his whole life’s story, even up to the part where he currently was in search for a coke dealer. He cried as he talked. When he finished, the old man told Jeff to wait there and then disappeared into the darkness. He came back a few minutes later with a small bag of white powder.
“This one is free today,” said the elderly stranger. “This is not like the stuff that you used to snort. Mix a spoon full of this with water and drink it. You will get the best high that way. Don’t do it here. Take it home with you.”
Jeff didn’t care if it was ratpoison . He would take it and try it no matter what. Death would be better than the hurt that he felt. He thanked the stranger , promised not to piss in alleys anymore, and headed home.
When he arrived at the house, the first thing that Jeff did was to get a glass of water and a spoon and mix his drug. He drank it down and sat in his chair. At first there was no effect, but then the room began spinning. He made his way to his bed and laid down on his back. The high that he experienced was like no other that he had ever had. He imagined that Shauna was running around the room laughing and playing and that Lana was sitting on the edge of the bed. Lana later put the little girl to bed and then came back in and she and Jeff proceeded to make love off and on for the rest of the night. It was surely the best drug that he had ever taken. It was a very powerful hallucinogen.
When Jeff woke up the next morning, there were no adverse side effects. He felt fine. He went into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of juice. He looked over at the kitchen table and immediately dropped his glass onto the floor, shattering it. On the table was a new note. It read:
Had a wonderful night last night, Honey. Hope to see you again tonight!
Under that, written in a different color crayon than he last saw, it read:
More kisses for Daddy.
Under that there were three fresh Hershey’s Kisses. An item which Jeff knew that he did not have in the house. He had gotten rid of them after the funerals because they reminded him too much of his precious daughter.
He was in shock. Reality and fantasy seemed to have crossed realms. Jeff needed to try to make contact again. He immediately poured a glass of water and mixed another spoonful of the drug the same way that he had done the night before. This time there was no effect. Absolutely nothing happened. Jeff had to have answers. He called in sick to work and drove his car into the city, not wanting to deal with the bus. He was in a hurry to find the old man.
Jeff parked his car on the street and found his way back to the same alley where he had pissed the night before. He feared that the old man might not be around, but it was all that he had to go on. Luckily, the man appeared right away.
“I tried that stuff and it was wonderful!” Jeff exclaimed. “Then I tried it again this morning and it didn’t work.”
“This drug is one of a kind. Every time you use it, you have to up the dose or it won’t work. If you start doing it more than once a day then you won’t get a good high. Just do it at night and you’ll be okay.”
He asked the old man for some more powder, and once again he gave it to Jeff for free.
Jeff went home and that night tried the wonder drug again. This time he upped the dosage a little and once again spent the night with his wife and daughter. He was in heaven.
Jeff began to make regular trips to see the old man in the city. He always drove in and always seemed to find the old guy in the same exact spot, almost as if he was waiting for Jeff to show up. He drove in at least once a week for the next few months.The stranger was still giving him the drug for free. It was kind of odd, but he did not want to question anything about his good fortune. Imagine a drug that had no ill effects, brought his family back, and was free! It was too good to be true.
The only drawback to the situation was the amount that he had to take to continue to get high. He was up to about a cup and a half every night. He had to drink three glasses of water in order to mix it all. On top of that, he was starting to feel weird during his work days. He got weak and shaky a lot, and became very thirsty all of the time. People had also been commenting on how pale that he appeared to be. He really didn’t care, though, as long as he could be with Lana and Shauna.
One night, after picking up his delivery in the city, Jeff spotted flashing lights in his rearview mirror. It looked like at least three police cars were coming his way at a great rate of speed. He began to get sweaty and nervous, knowing that he had a drug arrest in his past. He hoped that the cops were not after him. His hopes were dashed when they all dropped in behind him. He pulled over on the New Jersey interstate and cringed thinking about the sentence that five pounds of white powder was going to get him. He might never see his family again.
Jeff was ordered to stand againstthe police car while his car was searched. An officer held up a bag of the powder and walked toward him.
“What do we have here?” The officer asked him.
“I really have no idea what it is,” Jeff answered. He was not lying. He never did find out what he had been taking.
The officer took out a pocket knife and put a small slice in the bag. He touched his finger to the powder and then put it to his tongue.
“What is this, a joke? You think this is a funny prank, sir?” The annoyed policeman confronted Jeff.
Jeff was confused.
“What’s up, Tony?” the cop who had been watching Jeff asked the officer who had just tasted the substance.
“It’s just a bag of powdered sugar. We stopped this guy for a freakin’ bag of powdered sugar!”
The policemen searched the entire car and came up empty. They found a tail light out and gave Jeff a ticket out of frustration. The cop with the bag of sugar handed it back to Jeff.
“You know, if you want powdered sugar, A&P sells it. You don’t need to go to the city for it. Either you are really dumb and just got hosed by a dealer, or you are very lucky. Either way, we’ll be watching you,” The officer said, sternly.
They all drove off. Jeff knew that he had dodged a bullet, but also wondered how he was getting high off of powdered sugar. He decided not to question anything and to keep doing what he had been doing. And that is what he did, for the next year. He asked the old man what was in the powder one time, but the man just smiled and never answered, so Jeff never asked again.
By the time the year was up, he was ingesting huge amounts of the drug, and although he was happy to see his wife and child, he was getting sicker and sicker. One day at work, Jeff collapsed and fell unconscious. He was taken to the hospital and his mother and father were notified. They immediately rushed to his side.
The doctors determined that Jeff had fallen into a diabetic coma and were not sure that he would ever come out of it. Apparently his body could not take the huge amounts of sugar which he was feeding himself. His parents were grief stricken. They moved him to a nursing facility hoping that one day their tormented son would come back to them. They often stared at Jeff’s blank face and wondered if he had any thoughts left.
They would be happy to know that their son did have thoughts. Wonderful thoughts! Jeff’s days were now filled with Hershey’s Kisses and laughter from there on out. He made love to Lana every night and held Shauna in his arms all during the day. The drug had done it’s job. It had put him in a place where he could be with his family constantly. He hoped that he would never wake up again. This was all the reality that he would ever want. His wife and daughter were the high that he had always searched for.
It was easy for a Jersey boy to get into the city. Buses and trains ran constantly and Jeff took full advantage of the public transportation. He spent every penny that he made or was given on whatever drug was available, but mostly he looked for the cocaine. It was his drug of choice.
Jeff’s family knew that he had a problem and tried repeatedly to get him into a treatment facility. He would never go, stating that he wasn’t an addict. The family knew better, but they could not force him into treatment. They also had a tough time admitting that their son was a druggie.
In the late 80’s, Jeff got arrested with a fairly large amount of cocaine in his possession. He went to court and was given a sentence of thirty days in rehab and two years probation. That was the day that changed his life forever.
While in rehab, Jeff met a worker at the facility named Lana. Lana was not supposed to get personally involved with the patients, but there was something about Jeff that just made her heart soar. He was full of ideas and his creativity was refreshing to her. She grew close to him and dreaded the idea of him leaving and going back out onto the streets. Lana decided that she would visit Jeff outside of the clinic. No one would have to know.
Jeff also had an attraction to Lana. They began talking on the phone constantly and spending most of their free time together. He rarely thought about getting high anymore. The euphoric feeling that he felt when he was with her was all the drug that he needed.
Jeff found a job at a shipping and receiving company and Lana was able to continue on at the rehab center. They soon moved in together and began a happy new life. By the time 1990 rolled around, Jeff’s drug days were a thing of the past.
The couple later married and brought a beautiful little baby girl into the world. They relocated to an area that was a little less citified. Jeff had gone from the American nightmare to the American dream in a period of only five years. Life was good.
Five more years passed and life had just gotten better over time. He and Lana were more in love than ever, and their daughter, Shauna, had grown into a sweet little girl. Jeff knew that love had saved his life.
One Saturday morning, Jeff awoke to the sound of raindrops on the bedroom window. He reached over to hug Lana and realized that she was not there. He looked at the clock and saw that it was 10:30 in the morning. Lana was an early riser and she frequently got up hours before he did.
Jeff put on his robe and slippers and walked down stairs. The house was empty and dark, due to the cloud cover outside. He saw a note on the kitchen table. Lana had written that she and Shauna had gone to the store. At the bottom of the note there were three Hershey’s kisses, and a few words written in crayon, which read: Kisses for my Daddy.
Jeff smiled at the thought of his baby taking the time to write those affectionate words for him.
His smile later turned to a blood curdling scream when he was informed that Lana’s car had hydroplaned into the path of a beer delivery truck and that his family had been pronounced dead on the scene. Everything that he lived for had been wiped away in an instant. Jeff wished that he had been in the car with them so that he would not have to face the future alone.
He barely made it through the funerals. His mother tried to comfort him but to no avail. There were no words that could mend his torn out heart. Gin was his solution. At first it dulled the pain, but then, eventually, his hurt found its way through the alcohol. He needed something stronger. He needed his old friend. It was time to take a trip into the city. He had not been there in years.
Jeff got off the bus at the Port Authority terminal and walked out onto the city streets. Even though things had changed, there was a part of him that felt like he was home again. It was as if his pain and sorrow had driven him back to this place. He began to walk down 42nd street. He had no idea where he could get stuff any more. No pushers came up to him on the street like they had in the old days and all of the strip clubs had been shut down. He wandered until dark trying to figure out where to score some coke, but nothing was the same as he remembered. It was a clean new world.
After hours of walking, Jeff ducked into an alley to pee. He stepped behind a dumpster and urinated against the wall. An old black man with dreadlocks and one eye that was clouded over appeared from the darkness.
“I don’t piss on your house!” He said to Jeff, almost yelling.
“Sorry, Dude. I had to go real bad.”
“There is a McDonalds across the street. They have a toilet. Now I gotta smell your piss till it rains again.”
“I’m sorry, but if that’s your biggest problem, then you have life by the balls. My life is piss.”
“Tell me why,” The old man said.
Jeff had no idea why, but he told
“This one is free today,” said the elderly stranger. “This is not like the stuff that you used to snort. Mix a spoon full of this with water and drink it. You will get the best high that way. Don’t do it here. Take it home with you.”
Jeff didn’t care if it was rat
When he arrived at the house, the first thing that Jeff did was to get a glass of water and a spoon and mix his drug. He drank it down and sat in his chair. At first there was no effect, but then the room began spinning. He made his way to his bed and laid down on his back. The high that he experienced was like no other that he had ever had. He imagined that Shauna was running around the room laughing and playing and that Lana was sitting on the edge of the bed. Lana later put the little girl to bed and then came back in and she and Jeff proceeded to make love off and on for the rest of the night. It was surely the best drug that he had ever taken. It was a very powerful hallucinogen.
When Jeff woke up the next morning, there were no adverse side effects. He felt fine. He went into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of juice. He looked over at the kitchen table and immediately dropped his glass onto the floor, shattering it. On the table was a new note. It read:
Had a wonderful night last night, Honey. Hope to see you again tonight!
Under that, written in a different color crayon than he last saw, it read:
More kisses for Daddy.
Under that there were three fresh Hershey’s Kisses. An item which Jeff knew that he did not have in the house. He had gotten rid of them after the funerals because they reminded him too much of his precious daughter.
He was in shock. Reality and fantasy seemed to have crossed realms. Jeff needed to try to make contact again. He immediately poured a glass of water and mixed another spoonful of the drug the same way that he had done the night before. This time there was no effect. Absolutely nothing happened. Jeff had to have answers. He called in sick to work and drove his car into the city, not wanting to deal with the bus. He was in a hurry to find the old man.
Jeff parked his car on the street and found his way back to the same alley where he had pissed the night before. He feared that the old man might not be around, but it was all that he had to go on. Luckily, the man appeared right away.
“I tried that stuff and it was wonderful!” Jeff exclaimed. “Then I tried it again this morning and it didn’t work.”
“This drug is one of a kind. Every time you use it, you have to up the dose or it won’t work. If you start doing it more than once a day then you won’t get a good high. Just do it at night and you’ll be okay.”
He asked the old man for some more powder, and once again he gave it to Jeff for free.
Jeff went home and that night tried the wonder drug again. This time he upped the dosage a little and once again spent the night with his wife and daughter. He was in heaven.
Jeff began to make regular trips to see the old man in the city. He always drove in and always seemed to find the old guy in the same exact spot, almost as if he was waiting for Jeff to show up. He drove in at least once a week for the next few months.
The only drawback to the situation was the amount that he had to take to continue to get high. He was up to about a cup and a half every night. He had to drink three glasses of water in order to mix it all. On top of that, he was starting to feel weird during his work days. He got weak and shaky a lot, and became very thirsty all of the time. People had also been commenting on how pale that he appeared to be. He really didn’t care, though, as long as he could be with Lana and Shauna.
One night, after picking up his delivery in the city, Jeff spotted flashing lights in his rearview mirror. It looked like at least three police cars were coming his way at a great rate of speed. He began to get sweaty and nervous, knowing that he had a drug arrest in his past. He hoped that the cops were not after him. His hopes were dashed when they all dropped in behind him. He pulled over on the New Jersey interstate and cringed thinking about the sentence that five pounds of white powder was going to get him. He might never see his family again.
Jeff was ordered to stand against
“What do we have here?” The officer asked him.
“I really have no idea what it is,” Jeff answered. He was not lying. He never did find out what he had been taking.
The officer took out a pocket knife and put a small slice in the bag. He touched his finger to the powder and then put it to his tongue.
“What is this, a joke? You think this is a funny prank, sir?” The annoyed policeman confronted Jeff.
Jeff was confused.
“What’s up, Tony?” the cop who had been watching Jeff asked the officer who had just tasted the substance.
“It’s just a bag of powdered sugar. We stopped this guy for a freakin’ bag of powdered sugar!”
The policemen searched the entire car and came up empty. They found a tail light out and gave Jeff a ticket out of frustration. The cop with the bag of sugar handed it back to Jeff.
“You know, if you want powdered sugar, A&P sells it. You don’t need to go to the city for it. Either you are really dumb and just got hosed by a dealer, or you are very lucky. Either way, we’ll be watching you,” The officer said, sternly.
They all drove off. Jeff knew that he had dodged a bullet, but also wondered how he was getting high off of powdered sugar. He decided not to question anything and to keep doing what he had been doing. And that is what he did, for the next year. He asked the old man what was in the powder one time, but the man just smiled and never answered, so Jeff never asked again.
By the time the year was up, he was ingesting huge amounts of the drug, and although he was happy to see his wife and child, he was getting sicker and sicker. One day at work, Jeff collapsed and fell unconscious. He was taken to the hospital and his mother and father were notified. They immediately rushed to his side.
The doctors determined that Jeff had fallen into a diabetic coma and were not sure that he would ever come out of it. Apparently his body could not take the huge amounts of sugar which he was feeding himself. His parents were grief stricken. They moved him to a nursing facility hoping that one day their tormented son would come back to them. They often stared at Jeff’s blank face and wondered if he had any thoughts left.
They would be happy to know that their son did have thoughts. Wonderful thoughts! Jeff’s days were now filled with Hershey’s Kisses and laughter from there on out. He made love to Lana every night and held Shauna in his arms all during the day. The drug had done it’s job. It had put him in a place where he could be with his family constantly. He hoped that he would never wake up again. This was all the reality that he would ever want. His wife and daughter were the high that he had always searched for.
Friday, August 13, 2010
American Mess(iah) a Brotin Tale
For those of you who don't know the drill..... this is the first part to a two part story. Brian Miller will have a conclusion. I have no idea what he wrote, but it should be interesting! LOL
I have always been a church going man. I don’t go every weekend, but I would say that I average about twenty five times per year. I have prayed to God on many occasions and some of my prayers have been answered while others seem to have gone unheard. I am a strong believer in God, but I never thought in a million years that he would actually talk to me. I was mistaken.
It started a few weeks ago. I had just crawled into bed one evening, looking forward to a good nights sleep. That is when I heard a voice. It was the most pleasant and soothing voice that ever graced my ears. I really cannot describe it. It was neither masculine nor feminine, it was just very soothing.
“Brian”, the voice said.
“Huh? Yes.” I replied, not even thinking about what was happening.
“I need you to do something important for me.”
By this point, I was thinking that someone was playing a joke on me so I just played along.
“Who is this?” I asked.
“It is the Lord, Brian.”
I laughed. It had to be my buddy Tim perpetrating some elaborate prank. I just continued playing along with it.
“Okay, Lord. What the hell do you want?” I said with a sarcastic chuckle.
“Brian, Do you know who Michael Parker is?”
“Of course, everyone knows who Michael Parker is!”
“Brian, I want you to rid the world of Michael Parker. It is my will that this be done.”
At this point, the joke was getting old and I just wanted to get some sleep. I decided to call Tim out.
“Tim, you’re such an ass! Stop the shit and tomorrow get your audio crap out of my house.”
“Brian, Tim is home sleeping. You are the only one who can hear me. I will let you sleep and we will talk more tomorrow.”
“Night Tim, you dumb ass!” I exclaimed and then buried my head in my pillow.
The next morning I searched the room for hidden cameras or speakers but found nothing. Whoever was playing around with me had really done a great job. I began to doubt that it was Tim. His pranks were always easy to detect. He was not very meticulous.
My suspicions about this not being Tim’s work were proven to be true when
I began to hear the voice everywhere. It was in my car, at my work place, and even in a public restroom at Wal Mart. The voice always had the same message for me. It said that it was God and I was to rid the world of Michael Parker. I know that it sounds like I am losing my mind, but I actually began to consider that it might be God.
Last night I decided that I would talk to the voice as if it were the Almighty. I wanted to see what I was supposed to carry out this task for. Shortly after I went to bed, it appeared.
“I see that you are starting to believe now, Brian.”
“I have always believed in you. I just never thought that you would speak to me.”
“I have chosen people throughout history to help me, my son.”
“But this is murder, God. You are asking me to kill another human being.”
“Moses and Noah were both surrounded by death, Brian. Death is a part of life and is sometimes necessary to balance out things.”
“But why Michael Parker? What has he done?”
“That is not for you to know or understand. You must have faith that I am guiding you in the right direction.”
“This state has the death penalty! I will be ruining my own life.”
“Your life here is but a stepping stone to a greater existence. Do not value your material being too much.”
“What if I turn you down, God?”
“Then the world as you know it will forever change.”
“Can’t you call upon another person to help?”
“It does not work that way, Brian. It is your time to decide where your faith lies. It is your choice to make. I will not come to you again. You alone must decide. Goodbye, my son.”
“God?”
There was silence after that. It has been twenty four hours and I have not heard the voice again. I am not sure what to do.
Why Michael Parker?
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I have always been a church going man. I don’t go every weekend, but I would say that I average about twenty five times per year. I have prayed to God on many occasions and some of my prayers have been answered while others seem to have gone unheard. I am a strong believer in God, but I never thought in a million years that he would actually talk to me. I was mistaken.
It started a few weeks ago. I had just crawled into bed one evening, looking forward to a good nights sleep. That is when I heard a voice. It was the most pleasant and soothing voice that ever graced my ears. I really cannot describe it. It was neither masculine nor feminine, it was just very soothing.
“Brian”, the voice said.
“Huh? Yes.” I replied, not even thinking about what was happening.
“I need you to do something important for me.”
By this point, I was thinking that someone was playing a joke on me so I just played along.
“Who is this?” I asked.
“It is the Lord, Brian.”
I laughed. It had to be my buddy Tim perpetrating some elaborate prank. I just continued playing along with it.
“Okay, Lord. What the hell do you want?” I said with a sarcastic chuckle.
“Brian, Do you know who Michael Parker is?”
“Of course, everyone knows who Michael Parker is!”
“Brian, I want you to rid the world of Michael Parker. It is my will that this be done.”
At this point, the joke was getting old and I just wanted to get some sleep. I decided to call Tim out.
“Tim, you’re such an ass! Stop the shit and tomorrow get your audio crap out of my house.”
“Brian, Tim is home sleeping. You are the only one who can hear me. I will let you sleep and we will talk more tomorrow.”
“Night Tim, you dumb ass!” I exclaimed and then buried my head in my pillow.
The next morning I searched the room for hidden cameras or speakers but found nothing. Whoever was playing around with me had really done a great job. I began to doubt that it was Tim. His pranks were always easy to detect. He was not very meticulous.
My suspicions about this not being Tim’s work were proven to be true when
I began to hear the voice everywhere. It was in my car, at my work place, and even in a public restroom at Wal Mart. The voice always had the same message for me. It said that it was God and I was to rid the world of Michael Parker. I know that it sounds like I am losing my mind, but I actually began to consider that it might be God.
Last night I decided that I would talk to the voice as if it were the Almighty. I wanted to see what I was supposed to carry out this task for. Shortly after I went to bed, it appeared.
“I see that you are starting to believe now, Brian.”
“I have always believed in you. I just never thought that you would speak to me.”
“I have chosen people throughout history to help me, my son.”
“But this is murder, God. You are asking me to kill another human being.”
“Moses and Noah were both surrounded by death, Brian. Death is a part of life and is sometimes necessary to balance out things.”
“But why Michael Parker? What has he done?”
“That is not for you to know or understand. You must have faith that I am guiding you in the right direction.”
“This state has the death penalty! I will be ruining my own life.”
“Your life here is but a stepping stone to a greater existence. Do not value your material being too much.”
“What if I turn you down, God?”
“Then the world as you know it will forever change.”
“Can’t you call upon another person to help?”
“It does not work that way, Brian. It is your time to decide where your faith lies. It is your choice to make. I will not come to you again. You alone must decide. Goodbye, my son.”
“God?”
There was silence after that. It has been twenty four hours and I have not heard the voice again. I am not sure what to do.
Why Michael Parker?
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Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Rollercoaster
Figured that I had better post something so that you people knew that I was still here! I was at my Brother's house in Jersey and had a great time!
Thursday, August 5, 2010
The Crystal Sea
How could a family be so close in proximity, and yet be so far apart? It was a question that Karen Willard often asked herself. She knew what the answer was. It was those damned computers!
Richard Willard had bought enough computer equipment to run a small company. He purchased an expensive desktop unit for the house and three laptops, one for him and the other two for the couple’s teenage children. He had tried to convince Karen that it was for improving their education. She could not imagine how video games and music downloads were going to improve her kid’s grades, but she bit her lip and let Richard have his way.
Over the next year, the Willards became a family divided. Richard would park himself in his recliner and play on the computer every moment that he had available, while the kids would retreat to the solitude of their bedrooms and do the same. Karen felt like she was a woman living alone. She began to spend time on the computer in the den. She was not very knowledgeable when it came to technology but was a fairly intelligent woman. She would ask her husband for pointers here and there, but for the most part, if she could not figure something out then she would just forget about it.
Richard had gotten lost in the world of blogging. He thought that his stories and poetry were so good that people were flocking to his site to read his masterful works. He did not realize that it was more of a social network than an artistic medium, or maybe he did.
Richard seemed to get off on the attention that he was getting from these virtual strangers. The comments were like a drug to him. He had to have them. The higher the numbers, the happier that he was. Soon he was blogging ten hours a day and working forty hours a week. It was his family who had become virtual strangers to him.
One day, Richard was reading through his comments and found a new follower to his site. Her name was Crystal C. He clicked onto her profile and then over to her blog which was entitled : Sailing the Crystal Sea. It was a wonderful collection of poetry and stories, but what caught Richard’s attention was the profile photo on the blog. The woman, who’s name was listed as Crystal, was gorgeous. She was the type of woman that he was naturally attracted to. He began to visit her blog every day and leave upbeat comments. She became a regular on his site, also.
Months went by and Richard’s crush on Crystal grew. She was also giving indications that she was interested in him. He decided to make a bold move.
Richard sat down one night and wrote out a very emotionally charged email in which he expressed his feelings for Crystal. He searched for a good picture of himself to send in the message. He had never posted his photo on his blog, so she had no idea what he looked like. While he was writing the message, Karen came into the living room to ask her husband a question.
“Honey, how do I put something on Ebay?”
“Can’t you see that I’m busy!” Richard snapped.
Karen was blown away. Her husband had never been that short with her before.
“Never mind!” She yelled back and stormed out of the room.
Richard didn’t care at that moment. His mind was obsessed with Crystal. He uploaded his photo and sent his email.
He was not expecting what happened next. Crystal Emailed back saying that Richard was a striking man and that she wished that they could meet. Richard was blown away. The two bloggers only lived about five hours apart. A meeting would not be that difficult.
They exchanged more emails:
Richard to crystalc34@tmail.com:
We could meet, let’s say in Worthington?
Crystal to RichardWWII@tmail.com:
That would work. I have to do it during the week. Hubby is home on weekends.
Richard to crystalc34@tmail.com:
Good for me too. I can call out of work. Wife won’t know that I’m gone.
Crystal to RichardWWII@tmail.com:
How about the rest area on 17? We could picnic in the field there.
Richard to crystalc34@tmail.com:
Next Tuesday okay?
Crystal to RichardWWII@tmail.com:
Good for me. Lets say about 10.
Richard to crystalc34@tmail.com:
See you there!
Crystal toRichardWWII@tmail.com:
Bring wine and condoms!
The last email gave Richard an erection, something that Karen did not seem to do for him anymore. He could not wait to meet his new found girl.
Tuesday morning arrived and Richard was giddy with anticipation. Karen seemed very suspicious of the way that he was acting.
“Why are you in such a good mood, Hon? I have never seen you so happy to go to work on a Tuesday morning.”
“Big meeting today at ten, Babe. Could mean a promotion.”
“I hope that they don’t fuck you around this time. You always get your hopes up and then you are so depressed when it falls through.”
“Well, if I get fucked at this meeting, it will be pretty much what I expect,” Richard said with a smile. “I won’t let it bother me, I promise. At least I get out of doing the same old same old, today.”
He gave Karen a kiss and headed out. He felt extremely guilty, but also excited. Crystal was really on his mind. The two had emailed back and forth all weekend and had set up a game plan.
Crystal would bring the picnic supplies and Richard would bring the wine and condoms. They were supposed to meet at ten, but he was so excited and filled with anticipation that he arrived almost an hour early. The rest area was deserted, as it usually was. Not many vehicles used route 17 since the interstate had been built. Richard reclined his driver’s seat, put on the radio, and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down. The last thing that he expected was to fall asleep.
He awoke to a woman’s voice.
“Wake up sleepy head,”
He opened his eyes and saw the time on the radio. It was only 9:30. He was still half an hour early. He hated that his first introduction to Crystal was going to be like this.
Before Richard’s eyes could fully adjust, he felt a sharp pain in his chest area. He looked down only to see the handle of a kitchen knife protruding from his chest and blood gushing down his belly, soaking into his expensive shirt. He looked up and saw Karen with a second knife. She plunged that one into his neck. He began to fade from life as he listened to Karen’s rant.
“You bastard! You cheating Bastard! I read your emails to that bitch! You thought that I was a dummy and that I could never catch you, but I taught myself.”
She pulled the knife out of his neck and stuck it in again.
“I’d say you got fucked on this meeting, Sweetheart, and I am going to kill that Crystal bitch too!!”
“Karen….I….am…..sorry,” were Richards last words as he drifted from the world of the living.
Later that night, after throwing the knives into a river and cleaning herself up, Karen walked through the quiet house. The kid’s doors were closed and the rooms were quiet. They were obviously online and had no time for her. She felt like they would probably never even miss their father. She knew that she would probably get caught for killing Richard. Evidence would eventually lead back to her.
She really had flip flopped on what to do with Crystal. Part of her hated the bitch and wanted to kill her, but then another part of her felt that it was not Crystal’s fault that Richard was such a weakling. Crystal had brought about the truth and strangely enough, Karen actually felt a little indebted to her.
Karen sat down at the computer and put in her ID and password and pulled up her own blog. She went into her settings and found the delete blog button. Her finger hovered over the button for a minute but then she had a change of heart. She decided to keep her site. She would not hit delete. Sailing The Crystal Sea was Karen’s creative outlet. It was a place where her stories and poems would exist long after she would be convicted and sentenced for killing her husband.
Crystal would live to see another day.
Richard Willard had bought enough computer equipment to run a small company. He purchased an expensive desktop unit for the house and three laptops, one for him and the other two for the couple’s teenage children. He had tried to convince Karen that it was for improving their education. She could not imagine how video games and music downloads were going to improve her kid’s grades, but she bit her lip and let Richard have his way.
Over the next year, the Willards became a family divided. Richard would park himself in his recliner and play on the computer every moment that he had available, while the kids would retreat to the solitude of their bedrooms and do the same. Karen felt like she was a woman living alone. She began to spend time on the computer in the den. She was not very knowledgeable when it came to technology but was a fairly intelligent woman. She would ask her husband for pointers here and there, but for the most part, if she could not figure something out then she would just forget about it.
Richard had gotten lost in the world of blogging. He thought that his stories and poetry were so good that people were flocking to his site to read his masterful works. He did not realize that it was more of a social network than an artistic medium, or maybe he did.
Richard seemed to get off on the attention that he was getting from these virtual strangers. The comments were like a drug to him. He had to have them. The higher the numbers, the happier that he was. Soon he was blogging ten hours a day and working forty hours a week. It was his family who had become virtual strangers to him.
One day, Richard was reading through his comments and found a new follower to his site. Her name was Crystal C. He clicked onto her profile and then over to her blog which was entitled : Sailing the Crystal Sea. It was a wonderful collection of poetry and stories, but what caught Richard’s attention was the profile photo on the blog. The woman, who’s name was listed as Crystal, was gorgeous. She was the type of woman that he was naturally attracted to. He began to visit her blog every day and leave upbeat comments. She became a regular on his site, also.
Months went by and Richard’s crush on Crystal grew. She was also giving indications that she was interested in him. He decided to make a bold move.
Richard sat down one night and wrote out a very emotionally charged email in which he expressed his feelings for Crystal. He searched for a good picture of himself to send in the message. He had never posted his photo on his blog, so she had no idea what he looked like. While he was writing the message, Karen came into the living room to ask her husband a question.
“Honey, how do I put something on Ebay?”
“Can’t you see that I’m busy!” Richard snapped.
Karen was blown away. Her husband had never been that short with her before.
“Never mind!” She yelled back and stormed out of the room.
Richard didn’t care at that moment. His mind was obsessed with Crystal. He uploaded his photo and sent his email.
He was not expecting what happened next. Crystal Emailed back saying that Richard was a striking man and that she wished that they could meet. Richard was blown away. The two bloggers only lived about five hours apart. A meeting would not be that difficult.
They exchanged more emails:
Richard to crystalc34@tmail.com:
We could meet, let’s say in Worthington?
Crystal to RichardWWII@tmail.com:
That would work. I have to do it during the week. Hubby is home on weekends.
Richard to crystalc34@tmail.com:
Good for me too. I can call out of work. Wife won’t know that I’m gone.
Crystal to RichardWWII@tmail.com:
How about the rest area on 17? We could picnic in the field there.
Richard to crystalc34@tmail.com:
Next Tuesday okay?
Crystal to RichardWWII@tmail.com:
Good for me. Lets say about 10.
Richard to crystalc34@tmail.com:
See you there!
Crystal toRichardWWII@tmail.com:
Bring wine and condoms!
The last email gave Richard an erection, something that Karen did not seem to do for him anymore. He could not wait to meet his new found girl.
Tuesday morning arrived and Richard was giddy with anticipation. Karen seemed very suspicious of the way that he was acting.
“Why are you in such a good mood, Hon? I have never seen you so happy to go to work on a Tuesday morning.”
“Big meeting today at ten, Babe. Could mean a promotion.”
“I hope that they don’t fuck you around this time. You always get your hopes up and then you are so depressed when it falls through.”
“Well, if I get fucked at this meeting, it will be pretty much what I expect,” Richard said with a smile. “I won’t let it bother me, I promise. At least I get out of doing the same old same old, today.”
He gave Karen a kiss and headed out. He felt extremely guilty, but also excited. Crystal was really on his mind. The two had emailed back and forth all weekend and had set up a game plan.
Crystal would bring the picnic supplies and Richard would bring the wine and condoms. They were supposed to meet at ten, but he was so excited and filled with anticipation that he arrived almost an hour early. The rest area was deserted, as it usually was. Not many vehicles used route 17 since the interstate had been built. Richard reclined his driver’s seat, put on the radio, and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down. The last thing that he expected was to fall asleep.
He awoke to a woman’s voice.
“Wake up sleepy head,”
He opened his eyes and saw the time on the radio. It was only 9:30. He was still half an hour early. He hated that his first introduction to Crystal was going to be like this.
Before Richard’s eyes could fully adjust, he felt a sharp pain in his chest area. He looked down only to see the handle of a kitchen knife protruding from his chest and blood gushing down his belly, soaking into his expensive shirt. He looked up and saw Karen with a second knife. She plunged that one into his neck. He began to fade from life as he listened to Karen’s rant.
“You bastard! You cheating Bastard! I read your emails to that bitch! You thought that I was a dummy and that I could never catch you, but I taught myself.”
She pulled the knife out of his neck and stuck it in again.
“I’d say you got fucked on this meeting, Sweetheart, and I am going to kill that Crystal bitch too!!”
“Karen….I….am…..sorry,” were Richards last words as he drifted from the world of the living.
Later that night, after throwing the knives into a river and cleaning herself up, Karen walked through the quiet house. The kid’s doors were closed and the rooms were quiet. They were obviously online and had no time for her. She felt like they would probably never even miss their father. She knew that she would probably get caught for killing Richard. Evidence would eventually lead back to her.
She really had flip flopped on what to do with Crystal. Part of her hated the bitch and wanted to kill her, but then another part of her felt that it was not Crystal’s fault that Richard was such a weakling. Crystal had brought about the truth and strangely enough, Karen actually felt a little indebted to her.
Karen sat down at the computer and put in her ID and password and pulled up her own blog. She went into her settings and found the delete blog button. Her finger hovered over the button for a minute but then she had a change of heart. She decided to keep her site. She would not hit delete. Sailing The Crystal Sea was Karen’s creative outlet. It was a place where her stories and poems would exist long after she would be convicted and sentenced for killing her husband.
Crystal would live to see another day.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Giveaway winner and a commentary on blogging.
I had to laugh the other day when I got a few comments that were basically insinuating that I had sold out or compromised my artistic integrity. The fact is that this is just blogging, people. Don't take this stuff too seriously. We are not changing the world or leaving a huge mark on society!
Would I do another giveaway? Sure! I love stuff! Unfortunately, I did not get anything out of this one, I wanted to give someone else a chance.
I guess what it all boils down to is that blogging is not a stepping stone to fame and fortune and is just a hobby. A hobby that can consume people and make Joe schmo feel like William Shakespeare!
Lighten up! LOL
With that being said, my giveaway winner is: 
Bee and Rose
Congratulations!!!!!
Would I do another giveaway? Sure! I love stuff! Unfortunately, I did not get anything out of this one, I wanted to give someone else a chance.
I guess what it all boils down to is that blogging is not a stepping stone to fame and fortune and is just a hobby. A hobby that can consume people and make Joe schmo feel like William Shakespeare!
Lighten up! LOL
Bee and Rose Congratulations!!!!!
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