Manson and Hair Do’s

Sleeping rock around the clock.

In a sock sound by a knock

Kill you by me too

This is me this is you

Don’t want me going to be like that

This is you right where your at

I -stopped – a -long time ago

I worked at it since 2008

Then I started now to hate

Chorus;

“(I know I’m not perfect) it gives me something to work it(hard and rough like) : singing

That’s something I -will -not -do and I don’t want to be just -like -you

And I refuse to be just like you

Screw your Manson and screw your hair do

Cause I don’t want to be just like you

To be continued….

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Me and G

Man gets kicked off the job-site, and goes home to lie to his spouse about why he is not at work. Wanting to be lazy. Says he “got into a fight”, and, “First of all I’m a man first of all.”

This is a story of the man who actually would follow through with the joke. When we worked for a temp agency, this would actually happen. He’d be drunk, drinking “Steel Reserve” or “Dog Bite” while on the way to the job. Maybe he had not known how severe his health issues were. It was evident he had an alcohol problem.

STP

I stayed with G when I was kicked out of my house. Mostly being sent home with no work, I was kicked out for not working. I’d received a job through him installing windows a couple years before. So I contacted him to see if he knew of any leads.

During the brief time I lived with him, he was stealing electrical meters. This had been going on before I came along. He was still working, yet he couldn’t afford the bill. I know what your thinking, “If he can afford to drink, he can afford the bill”. Here’s the thing, he bought the cheapest beer, with the most amount of alcohol content in it.

On one occasion he had me stay in the car while he took the meters. I told him he was crazy for being so desperate but I knew he had to do it.

Their were some crazy parties. Sometimes we ended up across town, some random guys house being drunk and seeing crazy ass “tweekers”. Of which one night the police asked, “Did y’all kidnap him?” Referring to me, as I was passed out getting ready for work at the temp place the next day.

I would then move on to work at Subway getting to come back to my house.

Things would turn up at that home, having people that would come stay and left no telling what. Like eating brownies that were laced. Spiked drinks with liquor and zanex. You know the usual.

We would keep in contact and would hang out occasionally. All that would stop completely when I worked for Cummings.

A year went by, and things were reaching a boiling point at my house. I was tired of the bs. Already trying to distance myself, it made it worse by doing so.

Man Walks Into Not A Bar… No Words

Here’s not a joke for you: Man walks into jail, having too much to drink, tells his not girlfriend at the time, and his mom ” I was put in jail and I’ll never get out alive”. G had fallen asleep in the worse place on earth, never regaining consciousness. In my mind, it was a death sentence. https://www.dallasnews.com/news/news/2016/06/13/irving-police-investigating-death-of-41-year-old-man-in-their-custody

Something about being without his meds in jail. Having a heart condition. He was buried with his Superman shirt. It’s always something.

Having dinner with his daughter last year on her birthday was hard. She broke down not eating her food upset about her father. I told her I “missed him too.”

I know I’m tired of jail. Traumatized by it. No joke. It’s the killing joke. G was funny boy. Perhaps funnier than me. I told him to write his jokes down. Don’t know if he ever did. I wrote one down for you.

A Shark’s Tale

Growing up in a fight, only to lose everything, all to the higher

Seeing others get all they desire, separating me to expire

Not giving in for I am fighter

Basic stories all the same, seeing all the pain

Immersing yourself in other’s hell

You think it’s so easy, you cast this spell

Always making yourself better, so-called smarter

Always nibbling, never taking the bite, you throw out more chum, you chump, more games of sharks you hide

Always in deep, you find me, but always victorious in death is to be

Drowning in a abyss you will see

Ready to take your ass, how ever old, we are bonded to a sea

Come call, come be free

All Around

Imagine for a second, that you have felt so much pain. That everything was crumbling right in your hands. The reality is real. You’re hung up on a noose in front of everybody, the world on your shoulders. The only thing you have to rely on is your story. How you really are.

Your purpose is dangling in front of you, only you can’t have it. You aren’t the sharpest tool in the shed, yet you are sharp enough naturally. Everyone hates you for it. Even the closest people around.

Losing It

I don’t know why, but I’m getting horribly forgetful. Say for instance I had a pair of $200 sunglasses hung on my shirt. I’ll forget that I put them there. I lost them between the theatre and my house. Dude I’m serious, I’m losing it. I think it’s important cause it’s a major disability. I used to be sharp. Could remember everything.

I don’t t know if it’s cancer or my head injuries I’ve suffered through the years. But it’s really frustrating. Thought I’d be honest. Hopefully it’s just my a.d.h.d. or my dyslexia. I got issues yo.

Any Who?

Moving forward. For the few months I’m free, away from work, I would like to share a few inspirational moments I had while I was trying to balance my work life. I have shared things that get negative sometimes. If need be, I will get right to the point or explain my arguments. Like I wrote, I don’t want to be ugly.

I think their is an art to life, don’t get me wrong, work is inspirational too. Eventually, I get burned out. It’s how I am. I’ve known myself for 34 years. I guess I’ve earned and developed a sixth sense. I like to do new stuff and just ‘bs’ it’s easier than working your ass off. Just being real.

Any Who? Now This

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My “Fuck Harambe Zen Meme”. Read Harambe 

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Hashtag This. What is this?

Chris Cornell 1964-2017

My Tweets

My random tweets. I don’t think they are anything like Donald Trump’s tweets. Hell I could be wrong. Maybe I need to stop. I hardly get retweeted or liked anyways. Maybe no one likes me. Regardless of what you might heard, they are full of shit. (You know what I’m talking about). I know I was wrong for some things I’ve done, but I shouldn’t have to keep paying for my mistakes.

The Ones I’m Proud Of Despite Fassbender

“Assassin’s Creed should have never been made.”

Michael Fassbender is quoted saying, “Assassin’s Creed should have never have been made”. Well here’s my reply:

The Snowman movie sank at the box office. I didn’t have to see it to know it wasn’t good. (Take that one with the tomatoes)

Am Still Writing

Reviews, writing, a form of activism are several different methods of sharing/self marketing. It is my art. Words are a form of art and work.

Here’s an original meme. “Don’t mean to bust your bubble”. It’s work.

Caught In The Mix

If you have ever been in situations where things went a bit “haywire” but seemed normal, you might be guilty of this. This is an invisible line.

The actions seen by some are inexcusable, and impulsive on your part. While it might seem a little innocent, it is not.

Now, when things get numb, allow me to elaborate. When sexual harassment happens to you, you can do one of two things. (Actually a number of things)

1. Turn a cheek and realize years later.

2. Be completely disgusted.

3. Freeze up.

4. Act on it. (These are just a few)

Why not give consent or non-consent in that moment? I’ve asked for it, been told to or been given a sign. How can you take that sign? Or take it the wrong way? Being caught in the mix.

Now, I’ve never wanted anything from a girl or guy, but relations. Being a friend first. Having a relationship is what we long for. No different.

Don’t put yourself in the situation, is a form of non-consent. Putting on clothes to make yourself sexy, puts up the invisible line for a male and a female. Plain and simple.

Their is a point at which you do not understand the invisible line, took a sign the wrong way or you forced something. Communication is dire. On both parts. Your invisible line needs to be clear and visible. Am I wrong?

Now you understand. Don’t be “wishy washy”. (Just look at the numbers of divorce in this country). This happens as well. Just by a simple kiss, or circumstance.

If you have a sexual deviancy, get help and make a choice early, don’t be forced to get the help. Understand it and move on.

I’m trying to help people understand. We are all human and make mistakes. I’ve never needed shit from a woman or man when it comes down to it. When it comes to my freedom, I could live without sex. I’m pretty simple. Food and water. (Maybe money). I’m not in your category. I’m not your idea. Do not force your invisible line. It’s unrealistic. That means you have motives. Your intentions on both sides were shot and you take a sexual advantage. Both are wrong I’m sorry. Don’t get caught in the mix.

May you ever have grace at your side or may the force be with you. May the odds be ever in your favor and so on and so on..

Don’t Want To Be Ugly

Allow me to be honest with you. Upon my opening of a ticket I received in the mail, I felt the urge to vent. I was writing a draft of ” Reviewing Old Movies”, and I’m trying to remain positive. I don’t want to be burdened with these everyday things that keep me broke. Plain and simple

The ticket is a “Failure to pay tolls”. Please feel free to leave a comment and enlighten me on how is it, that I was working for a company that builds schools and hospitals, charges me to drive on the highways.

My argument is this. Charging me to drive on a road to make the little money that I make, for a job I have to do. Realistically, I have to take that highway. Could I have Gonna around? Yes. But realistically, everyday, (and be on time) no. I was already cutting every corner I could legally.

It doesn’t make any sense, that I would be stealing, or creating any crime. To be honest, I want to write about something cool or a fantastic story to share with you. Instead I have to write this (key words of the day: Have to). My second question is: Where is the money to pay for this? I don’t want to be ugly. I really don’t. I want to be joyful and positive but it’s been so hard lately. Another sucky year. Their is somebody out there to get me and I really don’t know why. That’s called harassment, and it exists. Makes me want to do drugs (but I can’t. kEy words: I can’t). Makes me not want to even leave the house.

Day In The Life: Electrician

Electrician

For the past two and a half years, I had the privilege of working as an electrician for Cummings Electrical. Most of that time was donated to the company. I worked at 5 different job sites. Pre-Fab, Chef BOBO, Cooks Children’s in Ft. Worth, Dallas remodel (Westend Market Place) and UTD.

The reason I was laid off was for a “reduction in workforce”. In the time I was employed, I took a blue print reading class, and two auto cad classes; to which I took a summer course to reduce the time down to a year and 1/2 of school. With that, I received a pluther of on the job training.

Tasks

I learned and performed pre-fabrication, distribution, wire pull, termination, alternate currents, continuity, conductors, man holes, low/high voltage (electrical systems/voltage drop 80% of power), bonding, pier chart, designing/engineering, maintenance, some trouble shooting, remodeling, fix/repair, painting (primer, sanding, taping, patching mud and paint, mostly for not getting back charged) ceiling tile/ceiling grid, safety, excavation, material maintenance (a lot that went waisted) ATS/UPS (Power Plan), conduit fill, conductors, megging (15) conductor test, Degrees, XY coordinates, raceways, photo cell, travelers, switch leg, three way switch, dimmers, square measurements, some carpentry/some framing, land surveying (elevation), wall penetrating, plenum ratings, QAQC, flagging (traffic control) lift training, anchoring/drilling (w/hepa filter), using compactor, backfilling, more preventative maintenance (pencil whipping), safety protocol, mop (method of procedure), life safety, fluorescent testing, fall protection/arrest ( i.e ‘d’ ring, lolipop, beam clamp 2000, harness) circuts/panel scheduling, pipe labeling, p-touch, trimout, branch, wall rough/overhead installation (power, lighting & pipe), temporary power, KVA Transformer, generator, pvc/rigid, sealtite, flex, cable tray (including install), disconnects, watt stoppers, vfd, smoke dampers, vav, fire alarm, data, relays, lighting controls, LIM Cable, MI cable, MC cable, flex, foot bender, table bender and triple nichol bender, gutters, boxes, home runs, #10 #8, inbeds/inserts, layout, as builds (blue print reading) lighting/power plan, schematics, interior lighting design and many different methods/tools for doing the job. Did I leave anything out?

Next

Most of the time were dangerous situations, heights, and tight spaces. Cave-ins weren’t too bad, but just a little dirt can produce a lot of pressure. I popped out a vertebrae, twisted my foot pretty bad, but their weren’t too many close calls (thanks safety). Doesnt mean they weren’t around the corner.

It’s a prideful job with a lot of risks. I’m proud to have worked and I will do it again. I would like to move on to other things and learn more, or school. So let’s bring it on. HArd WORK buddy. I’m glad to have met some of the guys that worked there and other trades. Some not so much. Most of the guys were good dudes.

That’s where 2 and 1/2 years without writing goes. And in this time I remained clean and sober.