Long before his showbiz career he was known as Mr. Liberace the wood shop teacher.
So what's new with you? Aside from some car trouble things have been fine with me. I saw Spidey three. It was a disappointment. It was all action and very little plot. What plot was there read like an 11 am soap opera. Now I know people disagree, they have told me so, but they can take a flying fuck at a rolling donut for all I care. It's a crap movie. What else? I've been playing a weird combination of front yard badminton and video games. As I type this there is a flash game produced my myspace titles "shoot the rapper." it has a moving picture of 50 cent and a target you can aim. I wonder what you win. Someone asked me why I don't type more blogs. Its simple really. First of all, why do people type blogs at all? You know what you did and what you're thinking, you don't need to put it down for your sake. You type blogs because you want others to know what you think. You type blogs because you want others to pay attention and notice you.
You type blogs because you want to connect to people.
Its nothing to be embarrassed about, I type these words in the hopes you will read them and connect some how. We all do it. I think the reason I don't do it any much is that I know why we all do it, and I think we can do it in a much more personal way than this. Why write aimless words when we can instead actually hang out? Why write this when you can instead just call me and we can chat? Isn't that better? Wouldn't you rather have lunch or go bowling than be stuck reading words on a computer. I used to think computers connected people. I used to believe in the world wide web bullshit. Now I know computers just help you find porn and give you funny videos to watch. Get off the box and say hello. Well play badminton or go bike riding.
And to my friends far away, I really am coming to see you at some point this summer. I'm a bit concerned about the heat, but I'll visit. I remember when I first moved to Louisiana a friend told me the Louisianan secret. They put goldbond powder on their nuts so that they don't have sweat nuts stuck to their thigh all day. I never did it, I couldn't stand the thought of loose powder around my crotch all day.
Speaking of Baton rouge friends, I've been thinking about a young man I met in New Orleans. He was 15 and selling cocaine. He tried to sell it to me because I was thin. I explained my no drug policy and then chatted with the kid for a bit. I was curious why at 15 he was selling drugs on a street corner. He told me a story that I have heard in one form or another countless times since I have been providing psychotherapy; My parents either abused or neglected me, I had no social support, I ran away from home, I picked up a habit, and I've got to sell to pay for the habit. The kid told me he hadn't eaten in 2 days. Anyone that knew me in Louisiana knew that I kept Mcdonald's coupons occasionally that I would give to homeless people (the homeless situation is bad there). I used to buy one a paycheck and give them to whoever hit me up first. The rest I would give cards to with directions to the homeless shelter. Don't give homeless people money. It will very rarely go for food. I remember this one guy hit me up every Friday with the broken car and hungry daughter story. Funny thing is he never remembered me. Anyways, the kid and I went to Mcdonald's on the coupons. I convinced him to take 30 minutes off the job. His name was Donavan I think. We ate and I tried to impress upon him the need to go home, clean up, and start some social services (I do what I do professionally because I believe children can change their lives). I even told the kid I would buy him a ticket, I think he lived in Idaho or somewhere. He was going to accept, but then he realized I was going to buy an actual bus ticket and not give him cash. He changed his mind. I've never taken them, but I understand drugs can be a powerful thing. After lunch, I went my away, but I gave him the card to social services in the area. I wonder what happened to him.
So what's new with you? Aside from some car trouble things have been fine with me. I saw Spidey three. It was a disappointment. It was all action and very little plot. What plot was there read like an 11 am soap opera. Now I know people disagree, they have told me so, but they can take a flying fuck at a rolling donut for all I care. It's a crap movie. What else? I've been playing a weird combination of front yard badminton and video games. As I type this there is a flash game produced my myspace titles "shoot the rapper." it has a moving picture of 50 cent and a target you can aim. I wonder what you win. Someone asked me why I don't type more blogs. Its simple really. First of all, why do people type blogs at all? You know what you did and what you're thinking, you don't need to put it down for your sake. You type blogs because you want others to know what you think. You type blogs because you want others to pay attention and notice you.
You type blogs because you want to connect to people.
Its nothing to be embarrassed about, I type these words in the hopes you will read them and connect some how. We all do it. I think the reason I don't do it any much is that I know why we all do it, and I think we can do it in a much more personal way than this. Why write aimless words when we can instead actually hang out? Why write this when you can instead just call me and we can chat? Isn't that better? Wouldn't you rather have lunch or go bowling than be stuck reading words on a computer. I used to think computers connected people. I used to believe in the world wide web bullshit. Now I know computers just help you find porn and give you funny videos to watch. Get off the box and say hello. Well play badminton or go bike riding.
And to my friends far away, I really am coming to see you at some point this summer. I'm a bit concerned about the heat, but I'll visit. I remember when I first moved to Louisiana a friend told me the Louisianan secret. They put goldbond powder on their nuts so that they don't have sweat nuts stuck to their thigh all day. I never did it, I couldn't stand the thought of loose powder around my crotch all day.
Speaking of Baton rouge friends, I've been thinking about a young man I met in New Orleans. He was 15 and selling cocaine. He tried to sell it to me because I was thin. I explained my no drug policy and then chatted with the kid for a bit. I was curious why at 15 he was selling drugs on a street corner. He told me a story that I have heard in one form or another countless times since I have been providing psychotherapy; My parents either abused or neglected me, I had no social support, I ran away from home, I picked up a habit, and I've got to sell to pay for the habit. The kid told me he hadn't eaten in 2 days. Anyone that knew me in Louisiana knew that I kept Mcdonald's coupons occasionally that I would give to homeless people (the homeless situation is bad there). I used to buy one a paycheck and give them to whoever hit me up first. The rest I would give cards to with directions to the homeless shelter. Don't give homeless people money. It will very rarely go for food. I remember this one guy hit me up every Friday with the broken car and hungry daughter story. Funny thing is he never remembered me. Anyways, the kid and I went to Mcdonald's on the coupons. I convinced him to take 30 minutes off the job. His name was Donavan I think. We ate and I tried to impress upon him the need to go home, clean up, and start some social services (I do what I do professionally because I believe children can change their lives). I even told the kid I would buy him a ticket, I think he lived in Idaho or somewhere. He was going to accept, but then he realized I was going to buy an actual bus ticket and not give him cash. He changed his mind. I've never taken them, but I understand drugs can be a powerful thing. After lunch, I went my away, but I gave him the card to social services in the area. I wonder what happened to him.