“Yeah man I like them Arctic chicks.”
“You mean like Eskimo chicks?”
” Nah man, like the Arctic. Coooooooold and frigid.”
“Yeah man I like them Arctic chicks.”
“You mean like Eskimo chicks?”
” Nah man, like the Arctic. Coooooooold and frigid.”
Are ridiculous to me. Why do smokers get to take five minutes every hour to smoke a cigarette and kill themselves and us non-smokers only get our customary meal break? Shouldn’t we get rewarded for being healthier? I hear smoker’s arguments all the time. “I’m addicted to cigarettes and addiction is a disease. Bad things happen when I don’t get my nicotine fix.”
Well tough. What if I was a sex addict? So let’s be fair. Would I get to take a five minute wack-off break every two hours? Bad things happen when I don’t get my Jergen’s fix.
A lot going on. Got my old job back as a counselor, wrote another manuscript to send off, and now getting ready to see some far away stuff. It didn’t happen the way I thought it would, plans changed over and over again but was still able to make what I wanted happen.
Still gonna make those trips happen. Though I’m disappointed in not being able to visit Mexico. My aunt told me it was bad, and that “Obama said ‘it was dangerous’ to go down there.” But I shrugged it off–he’s the effing president of the United States, and he’s black. He’s not safe in any part of the world.
But then I kept hearing stuff about tourists getting snatched up like money at a dice game. People getting gunned down at the border execution style. But when I heard real live Mexicans saying this, I knew it was true. So there went that trip to Mazatlan, and Guadalajara. Only 137 bucks to take a day bus ride. But not worth it all.
The biggest disappointment was my dream of finding a Mexican woman and bringing her back to my royal squalor.
“Aye Roberto, you have so much room in your 3 bedroom mansion.”
“Nah baby this is a one bedroom one bathroom with a walk in closet.”
“You only have one roommate Roberto? You ever get lonely?”
“No its tight quarters around here.”
“Do you have to boil your agua?”
“nope.”
“Oh Roberto this is so wonderful. And look. Your sleeping bag will be so much more comfortable than the straw mat I had in my adobe hut. Es muy paradiso Roberto. Make love to me like the World Cup champion you told me you were.”
“Alright baby, let’s make juevos rancheros.”
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ITs cool working again though its been strange. I was unemployed for like four months, got a big boy job for like two months, then went back to my lower paying, but fun gig at the shelter.
I was making good money but the job was full of meetings and trainings, like I was in school again. I always thought that was the whole point of getting a degree–so I wouldn’t have to sit with my notepad and pen and doodle while someone was talking.
I feel lied to. This is what I took out all those loans for?
Its not like the old days of poverty. I could count on that loan check to come in to go from broke to baller.
“Yes I have 2,000 dollars in my account. I can buy 500 packs of Ramen noodles. I’ll eat like shit for five months and then buy a guitar with the remaining cash. I’ll be playing like Hendrix in no time.”
Five months later, broke again, and the guitar lays in the corner barely touched, strings out of tune from two days of playing with no ideas about chord structure, frets, or scales.
Now I have a small check that comes in bi-monthly that I must put away for bigger ambitions, not really using my Literature degree for anything.
But I love my job now. Love hanging out with kids, and picking their brains. All that angst, and these particular kids who come my way usually have bigger problems than hormones and sadistic peers.
ITs crazy to know that it will be much harder for them down the road. I can’t recommend college for most of them. School is not the way to go, and they know it early on. Better off getting them enrolled in trade schools at 14 and 15. At least they’ll be able to use that skill. No one has ever paid me 20 an hour to read books all day and critique them. Maybe there is a job like that but I like doing other things besides reading all day.
So what do you tell these kids today? There’s hope just over the rainbow as soon as these wars end. Our economy is screwed. Foreigners come over here to up to spend money like we’re Canada or Mexico. Things have to change.
WE have to become more resourceful, less wasteful and now. I don’t know if education is the answer. Maybe it is. But we have so many who are uneducated and we value stupidity over ingenuity here in our country.
How can we say we value education when its impossible to go to school and afford to live. I’d love to get a master’s degree but by the time I got out I’d be in debt twice the amount of my yearly salary.
Barack gets a lot of the blame but if the U.S. were a car, it’d be a ’68 Mustang with a bad motor and ripped up interior. Great reputation for being a classic, but needing a lot of overhaul. Barack was handed the keys to a lemon of a country.
Here in Oklahoma Obama is hated. Some people have been quoted as saying he’s anti-American, that he sides with his Muslim brothers. These people actually get quoted in the Tulsa World. I couldn’t believe the shit I was reading. These idiots are the people who eventually have their kids as my clients.
Oklahoma is still stuck in the 1920’s. When black people knew their place and men didn’t molest little girls because they could just marry them. Forget about mass transit systems and ecology. Forget about pumping some money into schools and teachers. Lay em off, lay off the police force too. Congress here’s our share of the national defense money.
Meanwhile the economy worsens, and the need for social services become higher, and hence I still have a job…….”WHAT A COUNTRY!!!!!”
Never again will I waste energy on an emotionally unavailable person.
~Mick
So if taking a crap is taking the Browns to the Super Bowl,
then taking a piss must be taking the Jets to the Super Bowl.
Why doesn’t anyway say I’m taking the Giants?
Or taking the Bengals? What does that mean?
I think I’ll start saying, I’m taking the Mean Green to the Cotton Bowl.
Let’s see if that catches on.
I have had a pretty crazy summer.
It’s been a crazy year, crazy since the day I was born, but more so the last five years of my life.
This crazy run though is coming to a crazy end. We’re coming up on the fifth year and many of my creative projects are coming to fruition. Even who I was five years ago is something to think about………I was so naive back then (like I was any less naive last summer)
Well Crazy ain’t cutting it anymore. Crazy has worked for me the last 31 years but its no longer working and has been working less for me over the last couple of years.
So we’re coming to a new strategy a new angle to attack this animal that we call life. Sometimes you gotta wrestle with the tiger, it won’t nap all day, sometimes the tiger’s gotta run.
In the past month and a half I’ve been seeing a therapist (not SEEING ONE but seeing one). There was a time when I’d have been too proud to seek counseling. I thought I could figure it out on my own.
PHOOEY!!!!! That’s POPPYCOCK!!!!!!!
I should have been seeing a therapist ten years ago when I left for university. Man I needed it badly then too. Who knows where I’d be had I started seeing one then. Honestly I think everyone should see a therapist. It should be part of our health plans, no required by every company that gives benefits to full time employees.
As it is I’ve found the one perfect for me and I’m starting to make some serious connections between my destructive patterns and my early life. Crazy how much those formative years stay with you, even when you don’t realize it.
So the early part of the year was the deconstruction period. The next year and a half will be the reconstruction period (probably longer).
I’ve got a lot to look forward to in the next few months. Got a top secret project I’m working that I can’t reveal for another four months.
I’ll be ministering my first wedding in October.
and I have got a few poetry readings in the next couple of weeks. One in Wichita, one in Norman, and the other at Laborfest in Oklahoma City.
Also my third collection of poetry is due out soon, and I just finished the manuscript for my fourth book of poems. Its a hefty one, over one hundred poems.
Its been a good year. Emotional as hell. But good. I’ve accomplished a great deal of the goals I set for the year. The wedding will be the culmination, the coup de grace for me.
The time is coming to hunker down and pitch a tent and do some real work. My five year grace period is almost over. The time is coming soon for a 40 hour work week at a nine to five. But not quite yet.
Good talking to you again.
Mick
p.s. I just recently received in the mail, a gift of a digital camera so the first time in a long time I have been taking pictures. It feels great to be able to visually record my crazy adventures again.
NBA Finals, World Cup, just turned in my manuscript for most recent book, more projects to finish, trips to plan……its gonna be a crazy busy beautiful summer……
this guy keeps me motivated to see it all through
He emphasized playing the right way, giving your best effort no matter the outcome, and living a just and fulfilling life.
Whether I live to be 99, or 49. I’d like to be remembered at least by one person as fondly as everyone who crossed paths with Coach Wooden, remembers him. Sometimes you encounter a piece of literature, music, a film, or a person, and the experience causes you to conclude that you must live your life differently.
John Wooden represents a set of values, and ethic that passed on with him. He was of a different era, and his history was apart of our history as a country. Whenever someone from his era dies, we lose a part of our culture, a link to the old world. Fortunately his values will live on no matter what era we are in.
“Be true to yourself, help others, make each day your masterpiece, make friendship a fine art, drink deeply from good books — especially the Bible — build a shelter against a rainy day, give thanks for your blessings and pray for guidance every day.”
Rest in Peace John Wooden.