Sunday, September 11, 2005

Nine eleven nightmare

It was the first of my two days off... I was at rest in bed when the phone rang. I don't know about you, but when I'm snapped out of sleep, not everything computes right off the bat... I fiddled clumbsily with the phone, hitting the button. It was my mom. She told me something bad had happened.

I thought at first of my dad.

We've been attacked.

We, America... At the time, I saw red white and blue flashes before my eyes... Apache attack helocopters rising over batallians of tanks... I wondered what was going to happen, who it was, where, why, I wondered all these things... I was too sleepy time to ask though...

Mom rattled off information as I walked down the spiraling stairs to the living room... I turned on the TV, to see both of the Towers in flames, smoke... Aerial shots from all different angles. Plane after plane slamming into the buildings... Flashes of the Pentagon... I wondered where Tom Brokaw was...

Standing in the living room in my boxer shorts, in shock... I hadn't even taken the morning leak yet.

I don't know... Felt like sharing... What happened that day was an attack on humanity... It wasn't one country declaring war on another... It was murder. Innocent people, innocent lives.

Learn from this World... It's only been four years, but still... Learn...

Ummmm. Peace.

Monday, September 05, 2005

Shoot To Thrill.

Not only are these the trials of a mortal man, they're also those of a role player... Believe it or not, there's more to this world than just TV, Movies, Music, and Chips. There's also games where you can pretend to be someone else while a bunch of Dorks gaze at you saying "Ok, your move."

It's not a roll of the dice that decides who's the winner in this one though... It's the better writer... That's right, it's online, and it's wrassling... I've been at it since nineteen ninety eight. It just keeps getting funnier and funnier every time I play...

Now you're thinking "Ok, so he writes "I bodyslam you" and someone else writes "Ouch, bastard, I hurt from the bodyslam"... No no... This brings us to the second part of this little game that really gets me going... You talk mad amounts of smack on your opponents... This of course, goes far beyond "I'm going to crush your head in the cage of doom"...

Don't get me wrong, there's some dudes out there like "Big Kahuna" and "Zeb The Golden Fleece" that really don't symbolize what the game's looking for... They are happy to say "Your mom's dumb looking, and I'm going to d-d-t you." They don't take it to the level I'm talking about.

A battle of wits...

It does become an obsession though... For many dudes out there, they work, sleep, learn, whatever, but they E-Wrestle first... They live it, they breathe it, they need to get out more... These are the ones that don't handle loss very well...

I seldom ever lose.

I've had threats to my life, my women, even my Truck... Beaten/destroyed E-Wrestlers wanting revenge! This is fake wrassling for (expletive deleted)'s sake. Vendettas have been built... Nobodies in England, France, Germany, Mexico, America, all cursing my name... They could be searving you your Whopper with cheese... They could be washing your car... Never know who, because when they're a "wrassler" it all changes.

Meanwhile, little old me, it's a game... I have dropped the gimmics though... How many "Head Smasher" McGee's can we take? (LoL)...

Wrassling's fun. ;)

Peace.

Saturday, September 03, 2005

First.

Dead that noise man...

Ever been the new kid at school? Dealing with all the cliques and crazies? Ever felt left out, just a wee bit, because you don't fall in line? The lone independent while "democrats" and "republicans" vote for who they're "spose" to?

What's happened to independence? What's happened to freedom?

Replaced by a need for fame and fortune...

Whatever man...

A motivational speaker... Getting tired of all the defeatist people... All the annoyed sad little lambs that can't do anything for themselves... Motivate nonsense, it's still motivated nonsense... Trust me, it's not because I told you so - it's because they told you to.

Right?

Do as your told, don't make much noise, you'll be ok... Worried about movies, cartoons only, welcome to Disney Land... Fake or real, do you feel it? Is pain your best friend? Is Christ your personal savior? Either way, we're our own worst enemies when we let it slide, when we turn the other cheek... Stand up, turn off the goofy clown Ducks and Mice... Prepare yourselves...

God bless the United States. Give up the oil... Our cars sound better than yours...

Six dollar gallon... Frustration... Uncle George tells us to use less... He bathes in it... His hands are bloody black... Crude's never been a better word... Silence my frustration, accept the truth... Nothing lasts forever...

The end isn't that far off... Our planet's disrespected... Slice and dice, drill, whatever... It'll never run out, never go away... Confused to the plan...

Meh... I'm out.