You and Tequila Make Me Crazy

Indeed, Kenny Chesney, a good old UT fan.  You see even Alabama and UT fans can agree on something.  And nothing suxs like a big orange.  Lol, I think Kenny gets it.  Cause every time I drank tequila…. well, you may know. And there’s always this one woman…that drives you insane.  She’s exactly what you wanted, perfect, good looking, blonde, which I really dig. MI casa es su casa!   I do not know that much about him except his music, but he helped save my life.  How you ask. Listen to the music.  Listen to his first huge hit.  About one of my biggest problems. The name escapes me. Ah, I guess I could look it up, but my internet is down.  Good. I can think.  I can just be me.  Listen to his music and decide for yourself.  Explain it to me.  Explain it to yourself.  Work it out in your mind.  How could anyone sing such songs that inspire and make you feel?  Because God reached down and touched him.  That is the only explanation I can come up with.  I wish someone would splain it to me Lucy.  Because I need some damn answers. 

Answers and truth, that is what I want?  I want full disclosure, honesty, I want to be in the loop.  You want the truth?  You cannot handle the truth …Jack Nicholson.  The truth requires you to investigate the fucking mirror and say I am a very fucked up individual.  The truth requires you to say, baby I fucked up. I’m sorry!  The truth is a fucking hard pill to swallow.  At least for me it was.  And I never met a pill I didn’t like. From Quaaludes, to valium’s, to speed, to any opiate, to anything that changed the way I felt.  Cause you know why? I HATED MY GUTS AND I HATED EVERYONE ELSE! I was a terrible excuse for a human being.  And I was never satisfied with anything.  Anything I had achieved, anything I did, or anyone else.  I said I did not judge but it was always someone else’s fault.  My mom, my spouse, someone at work, bad luck, stupid people, assholes, or God. Yep, I blamed God! So, I blamed myself. Lol Here we go again. This guy’s a nut.  Absolutely!  I prefer cashews myself.  But a nut is a nut.  

A nut is a nut, and if it looks like a duck, walks like duck, then guess what? It is a damn duck.  I forgot who told me that.  No, I really did not but I am not going to tell you.  Why? Cause it does not matter, really, but then again it does.  It does to me.  Because the person that told me that was one of the most incredible people I have ever met.  He was rich. He was not especially out-going, he came from zero, he had more challenging times than most people.  I never saw him refuse anything to anyone, from politicians, to employees, to regular people, and he was demonized for having money.  Money, he sweated for and earned.  I watched him struggle with decisions and wonder how he did it.  He taught me more in seven years more than I learned in my earlier 28.  He treated me like a son, and I let him down.  And then after he let me go, he had the nerve to die.  And I never got to say I am sorry.  Until now. I am sorry Woody!  You helped me and I know you are still with me. He was a Mason and one of the best men I have ever met.  

But I know he died a happy man.  He was unstoppable.  He looked at things, worked things out, talked it out, and just figured it out somehow.  He sorts of passed that on to me somehow.  I do not ever quit, ever, do not forget it.  He taught me to be fearless. No, one is fearless… 

Well, you never saw THE BOOK OF ELI.  I watched it with someone I consider very special.  I was on the edge of my seat the whole time. I could not figure it out.  But I did.  Thanks, I needed that. May I have another? 

Another what?  Another peanut butter sandwich cookie.  I love peanut butter! Don’t you?  I love pb sandwiches, cookies, Reese’s cups, snickers, hell, I will get a spoon and eat it out of the jar.  Which brings me to an earlier point.  They say peanut butter is not good for you. Correct?  Too much fat, cholesterol, calories, etc.  You get that point right??  But I can tell you this, it gives you energy, tastes good, and is cheap. And if the things get tough you could live off it.  Ask any street person? Some of them do. How do you know that? Cause I am a smart motherfucker… Jules.  What??? What country you from? What ain’t no country I ever heard of. Say what one more time…. Sorry, just random thoughts.  Occasionally, I read.  I read some news. Sometimes I do not even want to hear that shit.  But I always seem to notice the important being from the South I notice how they can get by with saying we are we are hicks, ignorant, blah, blah, blah. Who the fuck is they?  And we just sit there and take it.  Well, let me say this. Fuck you very much, you claim to have tolerance for anyone. I feeeeeeeelllllllllllll you are fucking pain!!  Who said that?? The name escapes me.  But I digress, so I am going to take the high road and say, I forgive you!  Some of us are hicks and rednecks but guess what we love each other anyway. We are proud of it in fact…do not think so??? Then listen to Sweet Home Alabama and play me some Skynyrd, Kid!  Been there done that! See ya wouldn’t want to be ya! So, I ask you this.  Did God make peanut butter? Who discovered pb? George Carver Washington.  My internet is back up btw. And that’s two good votes right there. But my point is, which was a point I wanted to make earlier…what if everything is backwards, upside down, and THEY did it for a fucking reason….to MAKE YOU THINK!  Think for yourself stupid. I’m sorry if I have offended you!  You are not stupid sweetheart.  You just have bad genes on your Dad’s side.  You thought I would say Mom’s did not you!! Got you, again. Mom did not raise a stupid son just one that looks silly.  Lol 

Can you dig it??? Super!  

Speaking of Super, let us talk about Superman.  Man, I loved that comic when I was a kid.  And obviously, I was not alone.  And I know about alone. I’m a loner and always have been.  I doubt that changes but who knows?  Anything is possible.  If I can write more than a damn sentence, it must be.  The only thing I had ever written before was a poem. Chewing gum that’s my bag, but it makes my jaws sag.  I bet somebody will remember that. Teehee.   My claim to fame. Someone said it was good. Brief and it even rhymed. But I got that damn credit. Sometimes you just must survive.  So, I do. Survive! And it is fun. Sometimes I just make it a game!  Yep, I made up my own games when I was a kid. I saw a friend do it. So, I thought I try it.  And it kept my mind of stupid shit.  Yep, I was fucked up, even as a child.  But I got sidetracked.  What wat the topic? Superman, indeed, I’m Superman, we are all superman, superwoman, girl, boy, etc. Glad you told me. Groovy!  Your welcome! Any other questions? That is all for now. Class dismissed…. 

What If We’re Already in Heaven???

Did you ever think of that? I’m sure I’m not unique. Somebody thought of it long before me. But did you ever dig deeper? How do you dig??? Lots of ways! Think, think, think….

Well, I’ve been doing a lot of that lately. Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to. You see I’m not a writer, poet, songwriter or musician. I’m nothing special, but I AM and so are YOU and everyone who BELIEVES IN GOD and has been Saved by His Grace. Whoops, you knew it, right, another religious nut. Nope, wrong again! I’m probably what most people would consider a failure. I’m 57 years old been married four times, have no money saved, to speak of, have two beautiful daughters, one of whom doesn’t speak to me. I work in an industry that is frowned upon. I’m not good looking, or am I especially smart. I have made more mistakes than most. In fact, in some ways, I’m an idiot and will continue to be.

Do I want your sympathy? Hell, no! I’m happier than I’ve ever been. And I don’t know why, which scares me just a little. So here goes. I’m going to tell you a few things, most of which you won’t believe anyway, but that’s okay! You still have a chance as long as you’re breathing….

What does that mean?? Heck if I know. Did you ever watch a movie that you felt cold chills going through your spine, or cry about a dang movie? I have and I’m not ashamed of it. You see, the people who write the songs, movies, books, and create are very special, like those who hit a major league baseball are very special!

Tell me something you don’t know right? Okay, I will. Pulp Fiction isn’t about drugs, sex, and bad people. It’s about God. Or at least one man’s interpretation of what happens when we die. Think about the movie. People always asked me why they kept going back and forth. And, I spent many sleepless nights trying to figure out that part. Then I watched Mad Dogs the whole first season and I knew. The bullets didn’t miss them. They died or at least they were dead on this Earth. Except for Jules. Remember, Travolta got killed by Willis in his apartment. The last scene should have followed the first. Follow?

So, Jules got it! He decided to stop being bad, and walk the earth and help people. Does anyone else come to mind? Oh, did I say something that made you uneasy? No not yet for all you smart guys. Okay, let’s talk some more. What about the movie Ghost? He’s stuck in limbo until he saves his wife and ascends up to heaven. Another interpretation, correct? Ditto!

What else? What about the movie Tombstone? Those guys should have been dead. No one could do that, right? But we know they did, so how? Maybe with a little help from above. Si!

You know what pisses me off the most? We see miracles every day but so many doubt the existence of a Higher Power. I don’t care what you call it, but you can’t tell me something isn’t out there. And for that, I’m grateful.

You see, I’m an alcoholic! A recovering alcoholic and I learned about faith, love, and my God through a bunch of drunks just like me. Am I ashamed? Nope! I want you to tell everyone. I’m not scared…of that or of anything else for that matter. You know, it just might help someone.

Just like the Gideon’s Bible in hotel rooms. No one would steal a Bible in a hotel. BUT THEY WANT YOU TO TAKE THEM. THAT’S WHY THEY PUT THEM THERE. Shit, why don’t they put that on the front or something? Oh, I’m sorry did I offend someone with that dirty word? I know I did, well fuck? You know what I fucking think? You should come down off your high horse and listen. Do you think you’re better than God? I don’t. But I bet God has heard a few wordy dirds before. Ya think? In fact, hell, he created them. So ask yourself this? Is there anything bad that God created? Oh God didn’t create the bad words; man did? Who created man? Round 1 to me.

Round 2

Do you Believe the Bible? Everyone says yes. Everyone single word??? Cause I don’t think, myself, it’s up for debate, if you believe in God. Okay, it says in the Bible that He will return. Correct, I don’t think he ever left. What makes you think that?? Because! Are you sitting down? And this will make some of you, non-believer’s happy. I believe we are all God, each one of us if we have been saved. You have the nerve to compare yourself to God? Did he make us in his image?? Are we his children?? Because it makes perfect sense if you dig a little deeper…ha….

Okay, let’s dig. What happens after you die.? Hell if I know? Pardon the pun. They put you in the ground or burn you, whoops, don’t like that option. You’re in the ground, crap, oh shit, or they cut you up and pass you all around. It doesn’t matter I’m dead, what about this soul thing? Where the heck does it go? Well, and you progressives will love this one. They get recycled. Roflmao Heaven?? Hell??? My theory? I knew you’d ask. It just comes back into your body if you’re saved. And you get a chance to do better. Everlasting life? Seems I heard about that, somewhere. Dang good thing!

I’m I starting to get your attention? No, you say? Hard-headed are we?

I know, I was toooooo!! What about sin, doesn’t the Bible say once saved always saved. John 3:15 – 18 “that whoever n believes in Him should 1 not perish but o have eternal life.

And let’s not get denominational, but I do have point to suggest about this verse. In what book of the Bible is this verse? The book of John? John the Baptist. Wonder why it’s there. Some people can’t see the forest for the damn trees. Round 2 to me.

It’s that simple. And I believe in simple. You see God wants you to be happy, because? God wants himself to be happy! I don’t get it big Dan? Me either. It took me dying. What did you say??? Yep, to be reborn again in my own body and have everyone think I was crazy. Lose everything that was important to me. Or what I thought was. Once again I was wrong. But God is love!! Unconditional, love, like you, have for your children, or like little children have for their parents.

Oh, now I know you deep thinkers, you atheists, you tree huggers, you people who say if there’s a God what doesn’t he fix all this shit? I’m going too! Are these extravagant promises? We think not, they are being fulfilled among us, sometimes quickly sometimes slowly. They will materialize if we work for them.

Where did that come from? It’s called the Promises. It’s in the book of Alcoholics Anonymous. It also says something along the lines of more will be revealed as we go along. And it is being revealed to me for some reason. And you may not believe that. But I don’t CARE. Know why? Cause it may help you, to believe, that I believe. With every fiber of my being that I’m right. Oh, I know I’m crazy. Yep, won’t even deny it. Crazy as a run over dog. Sorry about that you animal lovers! But it does happen, and I love dogs. And dogs love me.

Which brings us to Round 3.

I’m getting a buzz! Are you? Dog, God spelled backward. What the heck? Who came up with the name of animals. God? But I digress. What I’m saying is we’re all dogs in one form or the other. There’s good dog’s, bad dog’s, little dogs, big dog’s, mad dog’s, smart dog’s, stupid dog’s, men are call dog’s, Snoop dog, Pit Bull, Lassie, Rin Tin Tin, big dog daddy, and last but not least women say all men are dog’s. Shit, they were calling us God all the time. Point being we have the power to turn any situation into a good thing. And I love good things. I love pretty women, pretty things, and pretty cars. I love everything that is good! Don’t you??? And there’s a little good and bad in all of us. So I guess I’m going to just say it…. I love everyone! Didn’t God do that? So I think I will try that too. Just in-case there is a God and it ain’t me. Cause he makes the rules. Why would he make so many rules? Nobody can ever do all that stuff and make it to heaven. See that’s the difference between you and I. I KNOW I’m already in Heaven if I try and do good things, instead of being a self-centered prick, as my lovely ex-wives used to say. And I was!! And I still am at times. Cause if you don’t care about your own ass, who will, God? It’s like the guy who says, let’s see if there is a God, quits his job, stays home and doesn’t work. Keeps waiting for God to send him a check or food. Somewhere in the Bible, it says faith without works is dead. God does give us the right to choose. The free will covenant. Are you familiar? That’s why He’s fair. He gave us the right to choose. I’ve also heard it said, if God is love, why do bad things happen in my life? You know what I say to that? Grow up and take some fucking responsibility for your actions. I had too. Most people live their whole life without doing that, and blaming someone else for their actions. In fact, I was the worst one to do that at one time. If I’d only had money, be good-looking, or what if my Dad hadn’t died?

My father died before I was three years old. He served in WW II. Came home and died of a massive heart attack at age 43. My mom basically raised me by herself. Why do I tell you this? So maybe you will see, I didn’t have much, but Mom did the best she could with what she had to work with. We didn’t have all this knowledge that we have now. The world is blessed, and all we do is complain, piss and moan, take pills for depression, everything is a disease, people are offended if you look at them, or you have ancestors who were white. Get the heck over it! As the Eagles said. And btw they said a helluva lot more. You want a list??? I knew you would. Let’s see?? Hotel California, Take it Easy, One of these Nights, Ly’in Eyes, Desperado, Peaceful Easy Feeling. The list goes on for days. So why were such huge stars? Cause they were good? Maybe? But I want to throw down the gauntlet, right here and now!

I dare anyone to say anything bad about the Eagles. I never heard them do anything bad. Maybe Walsh, oh, he’s an alcoholic like me. Dang, why couldn’t I have been an alcoholic who plays guitar???

I asked you one thing? Do you think God in his infinite wisdom would give so much, and bless someone with such incredible talent if they were bad?

It’s time to question what is good and what is bad? Why? Because evil does exist. It says that in the Bible too. Because I believe we are heading in a dangerous direction, everywhere in this country and world! I know we ARE and some of you do too. And personally, I’m sick of it. Oh, what can I do???? Be a man stand the fuck up, and say what you believe, grow a set of balls, say I BELIEVE THAT THIS IS WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When’s the last time you heard that? Ronald Reagan, JFK??? I know we will never agree on politics. But can you say these men were bad??

Don’t be a fucking pussy. Cause one day and very soon you may need to have some GUTS! And if you don’t have it in you do that, get the fuck out of the way. Cause if you ain’t the lead dog, the view never changes. And you are fucked anyway. If you don’t have the balls to say to your wife I am the leader of this family and I will make the final decision, then you are already dead. Oh, I’m a sexist??? Nope, all women have the right to do whatever they want. They can work, vote, smoke, be a baby killer, be a whore, be a saint. I don’t really give a shit. I love all of you! But guess what, they can’t hit Nolan Ryan’s fastball. And neither could I. So when we have a woman that can hit a motherfucking curveball as Teddy Ballgame said I’ll say you’re equal to us. Otherwise, shut up. Oh, I want your opinion and most times you’re right and that pisses me off too. But it’s all good. Don’t you see? We all have roles to play. I can’t be a woman, I couldn’t fix my daughter’s hair, and couldn’t tell her she needed to lose weight, my wife had to do that. Why? Because if I told my daughter that she would have been crushed. But women have a way of doing that. Oh, what you’re saying that’s all women are good for? Don’t put words in my mouth, I was married to a brilliant woman. We use to play trivial pursuit, and we never lost. Seriously, I knew sports and some leisure, and she knew everything else. No kidding!

All I’m saying is, let’s try to open our hearts and minds to new ideas. Cause if a tank ever pulls in your front yard, you may want a big strong guy like me around. Heeeheeee

And a bit of advice to the men. This does not mean you’re King and she is your servant. Marriage is all about give and take, trust, respect, and changing, and being there for each other. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. I wish I could take credit for that but it’s in the Bible too. So if anyone tells you they love you, and you’re in a relationship? And they are jealous? See above. Cause I believe the Bible. That was a tough round. We will call it a draw for now.

But I will give you a bit of a sucker punch here. The show Mad Dog’s is about God too!!! Why you ask? Remember the sign Je-sus is everywhere? And what about the guy who gets knifed and dies? And has sex with the dead woman, and then goes and saves the woman they left in the woods, and then he walks out with his friends who went with him. You see, it’s about the battle between good and evil, we all fight every day. And most days we just let evil be. Like a sissy. Don’t say a word. Why? Scared, or we might offfffffffffffeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnndddddddd someone.

Oh, I know what you’re going to throw me next! A motherfucking curve. Go ahead.

I’m JUDGEMENTAL. The Bible says, judge that you be judged by the same judgment.

Matthew 7:1-3King James Version (KJV)

Judge not, that ye be not judged.

For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.

And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother’s eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?

Okay, I agree, but name someone who is not judgemental about some trivial things. So don’t you get it, since we are all Gods, we have the right to judge. Because we all know basically right from wrong! And if you say, who are you to say what’s wrong, then I say your dead wrong. And YOU will have to answer for that. Because if you don’t know it’s wrong to kill another human being if you treat your pet’s better than you treat human beings, if you believe you can ruin the earth with garbage and pollution, then I don’t want anything to do with you anyway! Because it is my perfect right to have an opinion. Even if I’m a man. And if you say bad things against me I don’t care. But you better stay the fuck out of my face. You see, I’m not afraid, you can’t hurt me. Because I have no fear. Because I have faith. And I still love you!

Basically, I guess it’s my first amendment right to say and think anything. Even if I am wrong. That’s what made this country great! One of many! And slowly it is being pissed on and our very values are eroding.

And yes I believe in helping someone who is down or needs help. We were all created equal. But not the same and that is wonderful. What a boring world it would be. And I love learning new things and being around different people, who make me think outside the box.

Because I believe if you stop learning, and growing. You might as well be six feet under.

But all this being said, what’s my point, no point, I just want somehow to help someone, somewhere, and I will pray I do. Life is good today, and I know now it will be good every day until this body wears out and I rise again, as promised, and my soul is recycled again as an infant because there is not a beginning or an end. Thank you for that Lord!

I feel it in my fingers
I feel it in my toes
The love that’s all around me
And so the feeling grows
It’s written on the wind
It’s everywhere I go
So if you really love me
Come on and let it show
You know I love you, I always will
My mind’s made up by the way that I feel
There’s no beginning, there’ll be no end
‘Cause on my love you can depend
I see your face before me
As I lay on my bed
I cannot get to thinking
Of all the things you said
You gave your promise to me and I gave mine to you
I need someone beside me in everything I do
You know I love you, I always will
My mind’s made up by the way that I feel
There’s no beginning, there’ll be no end
‘Cause on my love you can depend
I got to keep it moving
It’s written in the wind
Oh everywhere I go
So if you really love me
Come on and let it show
Come on and let it,
Come on and let it,
Come on and let it,
Come on and let it show

Love is all Around Lyrics

Song Lyrics on Allspirit

Performed by Wet Wet Wet

written by Reg Presley

as featured in the soundtrack of Four Weddings And A Funeral

Still in doubt???? And you said you believe the Bible…

Ecclesiastes  1:4-11

A generation goes, and a generation comes,
but the earth remains forever.

The sun rises, and the sun goes down,
and hastens to the place where it rises.

The wind blows to the south
and goes around to the north;
around and around goes the wind,
and on its circuits, the wind returns.

All streams run to the sea,
but the sea is not full;
to the place where the streams flow,
there they flow again.

All things are full of weariness;
a man cannot utter it;
the eye is not satisfied with seeing,
nor the ear filled with hearing.

What has been is what will be,
and what has been done is what will be done,
and there is nothing new under the sun.

Is there a thing of which it is said,
“See, this is new”?
It has been already
in the ages before us.

There is no remembrance of former things,
nor will there be any remembrance
of later things yet to be among those who come after.

Roger G Hayes


2am until 6:32am approximately.

Angels Among Us

“Angels Among Us”

I was walking home from school, on a cold winter day
Took a shortcut through the woods, and I lost my way
It was getting late, and I was scared and alone
But then a kind old man, took my hand, and led me home
Mama couldn’t see him, oh but he was standing there
And I knew in my heart, he was the answer to my prayers

Oh I believe there are, angels among us
Sent down to us, from somewhere up above
They come to you and me, in our darkest hours
To show us how to live, to teach us how to give
To guide us with the light of love

When life held troubled times, and had me down on my knees
There’s always been someone, to come along, and comfort me
A kind word from a stranger, to lend a helping hand
A phone call from a friend, just to say, I understand
But ain’t it kind of funny, at the dark end of the road
That someone lights the way, with just a single ray of hope

Oh I believe there are, angels among us
Sent down to us, from somewhere up above
They come to you and me, in our darkest hours
To show us how to live, to teach us how to give
To guide us with the light of love

They wear so many faces, show up in the strangest places
To grace us with their mercy, in our time of need

Oh I believe there are, angels among us
Sent down to us, from somewhere up above
They come to you and me, in our darkest hours
To show us how to live, to teach us how to give
To guide us with the light of love
To guide us with a light of love


And my angels are……..
James, Sovola, Laura, Roger, Jennifer, Evan, Amber, Chris, June, Penny, Patti, Trudy, Danny, Nell, Ed, Bill, Keith, Paul, Velda, Joan, Sam, Felix, Louise, Jennifer, Harry, Steve, Bobby, Roxy, Greg, Chester, Bob, Rick, Ted, Mel, Betsy,  T.J., Dap Daddy, Leroy, Gary, Woody, Mary Nell, Vivian, Walker, Joe, Beth, David, Edwin, Phil, George, Bonnie, Lanny, Dwight, Alice, Sandy, Anthony, Mike, Linda, Lee, Janet, Athelia, Bird, Mitti Lou, Gordon, Calvin, Coolidge, Larry, Mary, Dorothy, Wayne, Tonya, Dick, Sherron, Angela, Lynn, Kimberly, Doris, Jana, Serena, Debbie, Rudy, Charlotte, Josephine, Luther, Bob, Sonya, Tony, Caroline, Amanda, Johnny, Ronnie, Shelby, Tiffany, Melissia, Jayme, Kristy, Don, Cassandra, Tracey, Ashley, Adam, J.R., Jeff, Sarah, Nick, Zoanna, Charles, A.J., Matt, Kara, Josh, Cody, Jeff, Corey, Henry, Nikki, Brandi, Ray, Tamara, Jordan, Sara, Monika, Randi, Randy, Monty, Irvin, Melvin, Brittany, Courtney Steven, Stephen, Crystal, Travis, Gina, April, Tabitha, Zac, Jacob, Carlos, Amber, Nathan, Mud, Candi, Kandi, Elsi Ann, Dianne, Diane, Kathy, Cathy, Julie, Howard, Alec, Alex, Michelle, Sandra, Beverly, Jody, Carl Benny, Pat, Kim, Forrest, Joey, and Conrad.

Did I miss anyone? I hope not! That was hard. Assuming you’re getting a handle on this thing, you might have a few of the same names on your list that I have. I bet you do!! Well I’ll be damn. I’ve once was lost but now I’m found, I was blind but now I see. All these people mentioned above helped me in some way. Some of them I didn’t even like at first. One name comes to mind, Chester, P. He will know who I’m talking about immediately, because we talked about it. We worked together for four years, four of the best years of my life. I met some of the finest people at this place, and learned so much from this company, a company that has been around for years. They taught me how to work with other people, and to always treat people with respect. And this was long before everyone was offended by everything. That taught team system, m.c.e, and they took care of their employees with benefits, and free health check-ups, and even after they shutdown, they gave us a severance, or offered us other jobs.
No one asked them too. They just knew it was the right thing to do. And they did it. No one held a gun to their head. Yet this company has been vilified over the years. I spent many years with bitter feelings for them. The reason you ask, one of my best friends was killed in the factory where we worked. He was like a brother to me and one of the best people I’ve ever met. I was a pall bearer at his funeral. It ruined his family’s life from what I heard. Steve and Dixon probably saved my life. Dixon was Steve’s best friend a friend I grew up with, Chris we all used to party all the time. And I do mean ALL the time, every day, every chance we got. And you know what? That shit was fun! I was 22 or 23 or 25 or was it 26? Like the songs says….I had blood shot eyes at 25 or was it 26, thought I would die at 25 or was it 26, I’m glad to say I’ve come around, but if I could have one wish, I’d like another try at 25 or was it 26?…Chris Stapleton.
What’s my point? What if I didn’t have a point? Because everything is really pointless, what if everything was upside down??????? What the fuck? Sometime you just gotta say it. Isn’t that correct Tom? So my point is this….think, think, think, for your fucking self. Listen, read, watch, relax, take time to enjoy life, do what you enjoy, never let someone tell you what to do, that doesn’t mean don’t listen. Listen, think about it, sleep on it, ask for input. The more involved in the decision process the better. Amen! But you have the final decision and don’t be afraid to make it. What’s the worst thing that can happen? The world ends?? You piss someone off? You hurt someones feeelinnngsss?? You fail?????
Read the poem If. Don’t have it handy? Let me get it for you. I’m here to help.

(‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies)
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Your welcome! I love that stuff. I ask you this, who can read that and not feel better, is that the word I’m looking for???? Uplifted, inspired, fired up, ready to beat the world, Cool Hand Luke, you world beater you. What a great actor Paul Newman was, simply awesome. And Redford, Travolta, Costner, Pitt, Crews, Douglas, Hanks, Jackson, Murray, Belushi, Johnson, Russell, Kilmer, Willis, Phoenix, Weatherspoon, Sheffer, Skerritt, Fields, Roberts, and the list goes on……….
Do you see my point? Me either but I thought I’d ask. What do all those people above have in common? Great actors? Sure that was easy. What else????
But that in smoke and pipe it! I know the answer and some of you do too! Just like the song says….Angels Among Us….who sang that song btw, oh a group called ALABAMA??? Randy who?? From where??? ALA-Freakin-BAMA!
Oh, I knew that would piss all you haters off. We are stupid un-educated red-necks. We are narrow-minded hicks, who don’t wear shoes….yet some of the greatest singers, songwriters, leaders, politicians, and some of the finest people I know.
Who else has a state song like Sweet Home Alabama written by Ronnie Van Zant from Florida, recorded in Muscle Shoals, Alabama.   It’s sung at baseball games, football games, used in movies, and commercials. Every time I hear it I want to stand up and celebrate. Who else has Hank, Hank Jr, Bear, Nick, Joe, Snake, Gene, Julio, Derek, Bart, Jake, A.J., George, Wayne, Stan, Johnny, Dwight, John, T.J., Joe Willie, and Forrest???lol And let’s not forget Cam, Shug, Bo, Pat, Pat, Terry, Stan, Gene, John, and it never ends.
Here’s your chance. Yes, you have great ones too! The point?? Again you ask. My point is everyone is the same but different. And I believe that’s a good thing. And I like good things. And guess what sometimes I even like bad things.
I don’t know ask someone who knows….
Thorn in My Pride
Wake me when the daybreak
Show me how the sunshine
Tell me about your heartache
Who could be so unkind
Do you dream to touch me
And smile down deep inside
Or could you just kill me, hey
It’s hard to make up your mind, sometimes
My angels, my devils, a thorn in my pride
My angels, my devils, a thorn in my pride
Are you wanting inspiration
You spill your secrets on me
Then you tell me with a whisper
Of things that will never be
Do you hear me breathing
Does it make you want to scream
Did you ever like a bad dream?
Hey, sometimes life is obscene
My angels, my devils, a thorn in my pride
My angels, my devils, they were thorn in my pride
My angels, my devils, a thorn in my pride
My angels, my devils, thorn in my pride
Lover cover me with your sleep
Let your love light shine, let it shine
Lover cover me with a good dream
Oh, let your love light, oh let your love light shine
Oh, I want to know, do you ever want to let it shine
Do you ever want to let it shine, baby
Your love light, your love light, listen
Lover cover me with your sleep
Let your love light shine, let it shine
Lover cover me with a dream
Let your love light shine, let it shine
Lover cover me with your sleep
Let your love light shine, let it shine
Angels, my devils, in the thorn in my pride
Angels they, devils they, a thorn in my pride
My angels, my devils, my thorn in my pride
Angels they, devils, they’re a thorn in my pride
Pride, a thorn in my pride

I know you’re still wondering what the point is, right? What was the question again???
The point is it’s all good!! And it’s all bad!!! It’s what you make it. Acceptance it the key…

Page 417 Acceptance
A.A. Big Book – Acceptance is the answer to ALL of my problems today. When I am disturbed, it is because I find some person, place, thing or situation- some fact of my life- unacceptable to me, and I can find no serenity until I accept that person, place, thing, or situation as being exactly the way it is supposed to be at this moment. Nothing, absolutely nothing, happens in God’s world by mistake. Until I could accept my alcoholism, I could not stay sober; unless I accept my life completely on life’s terms, I cannot be happy. I need to concentrate not so much on what needs to be changed in the world as on what needs to be changed in me and in my attitudes.
Gotcha!! I can’t even begin to tell you how much fun I’m having right now. I feel like I could do anything!! Superman….Iron Man…Batman….all rolled into one. Want this feeling? Read the book.
Which book? I’ll let you decide. Just read a damn book, please. You just mind learn something. I did!
Have a nice life. I fully intend too! Am I done yet? I have no freakin-idea………….
But, and there is always a but….For today let me sign off with this………..

She Talks To Angels
The Black Crowes
She never mentions the word addiction
In certain company.
Yes, she’ll tell you she’s an orphan
After you meet her family.
She paints her eyes as black as night now.
Pulls those shades down tight.
Yeah, she gives me a smile when the pain comes.
The pain gonna make everything alright.
Says she talks to angels.
They call her out by her name.
Oh yeah, she talks to angels.
Says they call her out by her name.
She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket.
She wears a cross around her neck.
Yes, the hair is from a little boy,
And the cross from someone she has not met, well, not yet
Says she talks to angels.
Says they all know her name.
Oh yeah, she talks to angels.
Says they call her out by her name.
She don’t know no lover,
None that I ever seen.

“Beautiful Drug”

I got a death wish
Her looks can kill
She’s got a red dress
Lipstick and heels
Pull me in, get me hooked like a junkie
You got me feeling so high

You’re such a beautiful drug
I can’t get enough
Addicted and I’m dying for a hit of your love
Got a death wish baby, baby
Don’t want you to save me, save me

She lets her hair down
And all of mine stand up
Can’t help but stare now
Gotta feel that touch
Her kiss, my fix, so sweet
Can’t quit those lips are a habit to me
Sweet intoxication and I’m never getting sober
I can tell that the effects are taking over
Pull me in, get me hooked like a junkie
You got me feeling so high

You’re such a beautiful drug
I can’t get enough
Addicted and I’m dying for a hit of your love
Got a death wish baby, baby
Don’t want you to save me, save me
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa

You’re such a beautiful drug
I can’t get enough
I’m addicted and dying for a hit of your love
I’m losing it, baby
Keep driving me crazy, crazy

Going out of my mind
Staring at you
Burning up in your fire that I’ve fallen into
Got a death wish baby, baby
Don’t want you to save me, save me

Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa

And this..
Johnny Cash
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that’s real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar’s chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
So maybe it’s all the same…


Old man Wrigley lived in that white house
Down the street where I grew up
Momma used to send me over with things
We struck a friendship up
I spent a few long summers out on his old porch swing

Says he was in the war when in the navy
Lost his wife, lost his baby
Broke down and asked him one time
How ya keep from going crazy
He said I’ll see my wife and son in just a little while
I asked him what he meant
He looked at me and smiled, said

I raise my hands, bow my head
I’m finding more and more truth in the words written in red
They tell me that there’s more to life than just what I can see
Oh I believe

A few years later I was off at college
Talkin’ to mom on the phone one night
Getting all caught up on the gossip
The ins and outs of the small town life
She said oh by the way son, old man Wrigley’s died.

Later on that night, I laid there thinkin’ back
Thought ’bout a couple long-lost summers
I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh
If there was ever anybody deserved a ticket to the other side
It’d be that sweet old man who looked me in the eye, said

I raise my hands, bow my head
I’m finding more and more truth in the words written in red
They tell me that there’s more to life than just what I can see

I can’t quote the book
The chapter or the verse
You can’t tell me it all ends
In a slow ride in a hearse
You know I’m more and more convinced
The longer that I live
Yeah, this can’t be
No, this can’t be
No, this can’t be all there is

When I raise my hands, bow my head
I’m finding more and more truth in the words written in red
They tell me that there’s more to life than just what i can see
I believe
Oh, I
I believe
I believe
I believe
I believe
I believe

And I do too! I believe in a lot of things. You remember in the movie Bull Durham..and Crash Davis…
“Well, I believe in the soul, the cock, the pussy, the small of a woman’s back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.”

Ditto! For 99.9%. At least he believes in something and has the guts to say it.
What do you believe in asshole? Are you speaking to me??? Thought you would never ask.

I believe in Baseball, hot dogs, Coke, Ford, Alabama, Nick Saban, Bear Bryant, Zac, Ronnie Regan, church, country, God, and myself.  That’s the short list!
I believe in marriage, between a man and a woman. Said the wrong thing they didn’t I, now we know. I also believe I have a right to say that and you also have a right to do whatever the fuck you want too. But, I would like to ask you a favor.  You leave me out of it.  I will treat you with respect and I expect the same thing. I will no longer be held hostage or made feel guilty for having an opinion. If you don’t like it, frankly I don’t give a damn. I have the same fucking rights as you, under the constitution of the United States. I will leave you alone. I will simply ignore you when you’re not around. Give me a hug big guy!  Bring it in here.  So, let’s agree to disagree.  Please, and thank you!

Have a nice day! Cause if you parents didn’t teach you anything, maybe I can! I am a father you know. And Father knows best.

I’m Flowing

Do you know Flo?

Flo be a Ho…


I’m going with the


Ah shi—–NOOOOO!


You kidding?


Get Real…


I’m out! I’m flowing!



8:59 A.M.


I keep seeing butterflies! Everywhere.  What does it mean???

The butterfly symbolizes great transformation and personal growth, so seeing these creatures often calls you to look within at areas that you can improve upon. … If you see butterflies often, they want you to receive the following important spiritual messages.


Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I’m gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go
I’m betting you like people
And I’m betting you love creep mode
And I’m betting you like girls that give love to girls
And stroke your little ego
I bet I’m guilty your honor
But that’s how we live in my genre
When I hell I pay rottweiler
There’s only one flo, and rida
I’m a damn shame
Order more champagne, pull it down hell stream
Tryna put it on ya
Bet your lips spin back around corner
Slow it down baby take a little longer
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I’m gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go
Whistle baby, whistle baby,
Whistle baby, whistle baby
It’s like everywhere I go
My whistle ready to blow
Shorty don’t leave a note
She can get any by the low
Permission not approved
It’s okay, it’s under control
Show me soprano, cause girl you can handle
Baby we start snagging, you come in part clothes
Girl I’m losing wing, my Bugatti the same road
Show me your perfect pitch,
You got it my banjo
Talented with your lips, like you blew out candles
So amusing, now you can make a whistle with the music
Hope you ain’t got no issue, you can do it
Give me the perfect picture, never lose it
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I’m gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go
Whistle baby, whistle baby,
Whistle baby, whistle baby
Go girl you can work it
Let me see your whistle while you work it
I’ma lay it back, don’t stop it
‘Cause I love it how you drop it, drop it, drop it, on me
Now, shorty let that whistle blow
Yeah, baby let that whistle blow
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I’m gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go
Whistle baby, whistle baby,
Whistle baby, whistle baby
Songwriters: Marcus Killian / Isaac Breyan / Tramar Dillard / Justin Scott Franks / David Glass / Antonio Clarence Mobley / Arthur Scott Pingrey / Joshua Vonn Franks
Whistle lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reach Music Publishing



Presidential Alert


Maybe listen to the music while you read.


I hurt,
I got an alert.

On my phone,
Only a test–
of the emergency alert-
Message system-
No action required-

I got an alert-
Don’t blurt-
The alert-

Don’t be curt-
It might hurt-

Just be purt-
And squirt-

Cause we’re all
You cow-

Cause we be slippin-
Not Pippen-

Into the future.

Fly to the future-
Take the babies-
Take to the street-
I got this-
I got the solution.

In my heart-
So don’t part-

Let’s start-
The part-

Where you’re like Bart-
And a little tart-

Ride the cart-
Be ready to dart-

Have a Heart-
Cause we’ll never part!!!

Ready to start?
It comes straight from the HEART
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