Leaving on a jet plane

Hi Ya'll I'm still alive and kicking. Just real busy and in a town near you (Lock up your wives and daughters). I am traveling and don’t have the luxury of time to post and tell you about all of the happenings. Please check out the links to the left while I am gone. If you need to get a hold of me, drop me an email and I will get back with you in 24 hours. I will be back for HNT but it will be a later in the day on Thursday. I am debating a full frontal picture. What do you?

Sunday Drivers

Oh how I love Sunday mornings. It is my day to put life into perspective, to ponder upon the days past and the one’s approaching. It is sort of my “Refresh” button on the browser of my life. I make it a point on Sundays to get up early and go out for a drive. There is nothing better. All of the idiots are off of the roads, in church somewhere repenting to their God and emptying their pockets in hopes of being saved. Gathering around singing and conversing, and patting one another on the back at how much better off they are compared to me and my ways. I have to laugh, these are the same husbands and fathers I see slipping dollar bills into the G String of strippers, the same Mothers and Wives that spread gossip and evil about the others around them, the same women who throw and attend the Sex Toy parties. The same children, brothers and sisters, sons and daughters that surf Internet porn instead of doing homework, bully the weaker kids, break the hearts of their peers, and sleep with their teachers and plot to blow shit up.

I usually drive along the river, head out through the country then circle around in time to stop at a greasy diner from some coffee and a meal. Today while stopped at a railroad crossing, I noticed all of the graffiti painted on the rail cars as they past. I wondered what in the hell it all meant. Where they had been, where they were going and who the hell was Chewie? I saw several cars loaded with brand new automobiles heading to a dealer near you, somewhere in this great nation. I wondered who would buying these vehicles and in what state. As I pulled into the diner lot and parked, I saw a homeless guy just waking up to the sun in his eyes. I entered the diner and greeted and smiled at the few other sinners enjoying their meals. Ah, life is grand.

There is nothing like a Sunday.

Last night was an overall pretty good time. I had my doubts early on as I agreed to play wingman for Gary or “Take one for team”. Gary is a decent friend and I know deep down he means well and wouldn’t put me in a bad situation, but I also know Gary has a better shot of getting sex from a crack whore then the chick he was meeting last night. Gary swore that it wasn’t a double date as he was just meeting this girl and her friend at the local “Meat market” or dance club. Knowing Gary all to well and his taste or “lack of” in chicks I was going to get stuck entertaining some chick who would be needy, fat, ugly, psycho, an addict, crazy or all of the above. Gary is a good guy, he just doesn’t get laid much therefore he tends to go after anything that stands upright. What the hell, Gary was my friend, I had nothing better to do and maybe just maybe I would be wrong and get some strange.

We arrived and as I expected the walls were vibrating from the booming inside. The music was loud as usual, the dance floor was packed as usual, all the hootchies were out as usual and I was regretting this already, as usual. Gary spotted his woman in the sea of people, and as we approached her I could tell how. I immediately had the desire to throw some peanuts at this chick as she reminded me of “Snufalufagus” in a mini skirt. She wrapped her pudgy arms around Gary’s neck as if they were long lost friends all the while she was thinking that there was no way in hell he was getting any. I could see it on her face. Hell, I would bet that her nose was bigger than Gary’s dick. Gary turned and introduced me, “OK, the moment of truth”, I thought. “Just smile, be friendly and keep making excuses to be somewhere else”. She shook my hand and I said hello. It was one of those limp clammy sorts of chick shakes.
Her eyes gazed upon me like she was going to eat me. Hell, I had no firgging peanuts. Never taking her eyes off of me she reaches back for her friend, my assignment for the evening. “Hello, I am Andi” her friend said. Boy did I call this one wrong. Andi was HOT. Long strawberry blonde hair hanging down past her ass, tight jeans and a little belly shirt with no bra. I could tell as her tiny little tits protruded proudly. Andi was tall, slender and a big relief from the “Broadzilla” I had expected.
The evening was going great. We were all packed into this little corner around a small table. It was hard to converse due to the music, but it seemed that Andi was digging me as much as I was digging her. Actually the whole time I was picturing her screaming my name as I was doing her propped up on the kitchen counter. I just kept smiling and shaking my head in agreement as if I knew what in the hell she was saying. It didn’t matter. I could tell that Andi was a little on edge, jumpy maybe? It could have just been me over analyzing as I do. But something didn’t seem just right about her. But for what I had in mind, she would be just fine. Andi motioned to my as if to say, “Lets dance”. It wasn’t my kind of place, or my kind of crowd and music, but I followed her as she strutted to the dance floor, my eyes never leaving her ass. I could get out there and shake my ass, get my groove on a bit. That was the least I could do for her. We danced to the remix of the remixes, of the recycled crap you hear on the radio. That song “S.O.S.” was playing, the one that sampled and mixed in the “Tainted Love” music. I watched her as she shook her hips and spun around so I could see her junk. Out of no where she started twitching and shit.

She was yelling or screaming something, I couldn’t be sure. Then as if nothing she was back into the groove, the song, and the moment. We were out there for a bit. Songs they play in these clubs last at least fifteen-minutes or more per song. She smiled at me then began jerking about once again. She turned and again began screaming and yelling. People were looking at us and I just smiled as if she was really getting into it. She began kicking, stomping and yelling even more and louder. I was starting to wonder what the hell she was on. She turned and looked at me with an embarrassed sort of look. I almost thought that I saw a tear. She bolted past me and disappeared into the sea of people. What the hell just happened?

I found out today that Gary didn’t get his dick wet. Well at least not with another mammal. I asked him what was the deal with Snufalufagus’s friend. Gary was like, “Oh yeah, I meant to tell you”. Gary failed to mention to me that the lovely beautiful Andi had “tourette’s syndrome”. “You’re an ass” I said and hung up on him. That explains a lot. I feel bad for her. She probably thinks I was freaked out. I should have run after her. I didn’t know. She could have been on the rag or something. I called Gary back and told him he better get ahold of her and give her my number. Needless to say, my imagination has been running wild all day thinking about all the new and kinky things possible. I never nailed a chick with tourette’s but they say there is a first time for everything.

I am heading out on the road most of next week. I will do my best to post from the road. If not please refer to one of the links to the left. There is something for everyone over there. I will be back in time for HNT.

Hand Job anf Morning Wood

It really sucks peeing when you’ve got a hard on. Especially at 4 in the morning when you can’t really think straight. Luckily this has happened before so I had the presence of mind on this occasion to sit down to pee instead of trying to aim an arc of urine from far away over the bath mat and into the toilet bowl. This method causes major splash back and results in lots of piss ending up on the floor, toilet seat back, and sometimes shower curtain and/or mirror, and/or my face.
But it’s a delicate act, peeing with wood, even while sitting down. It’s painful, really painful to force your engorged member underneath the rim, where it brushes against the inside of the bowl (which is cold and revolting) and then having to lean way over so that the damn thing points down instead of straight out where it almost always manages to shoot out between the rim and the seat, which results in pee on your leg, underwear, floor, and possibly the door or wall across from the toilet, depending on how bad you really have to go. Sometimes in mid-stream it will get the better of you (it’s a surprisingly springy contraption). You think it’s resting safely and securely so you decide to risk reaching over for some toilet paper and BAM! It pops out from your firm hold and relinquishes a torrent of pee on your hands and anything else in its line of sight which usually includes your face, chest, towels, pets, etc.
Then, even if you’ve accomplished all of this, you will not be able to pee in a normal, free-flowing stream. You will have to pee in short, girly little bursts because it refuses to come out in a steady fashion for some reason, possibly because of the contortionist act you’re putting your poor member in, bent down in such an unnatural fashion.
Eventually, after say, ten minutes of leaning over and pointing down, alternating between having the tip of your dick either against the toilet bowl or in the toilet water, pissing in squirts, you’re finally done. And after you either congratulate yourself on not having pissed all over yourself and the bathroom, or you wipe all the urine off of your hands, face, towels, mirror, shower curtain, walls, cat, and any other place it probably hit, you give yourself a pat on the back and go back to bed, praying to God that you may never have to pee with a boner again

Kiss my interviews#1-not touching you

Question: Is it Mike or Michael? Is Mike and Michael one and the same person? Or is Michael the guy who went missing in action after a night out over at the border of Mexico? Who is he and was he your blog partner? Have you heard anything about him after the incident?

Answer: No, we are not one and the same. It started as 2 bloggers that were semi known in blogland. I am Mike, his name was Michael. He did go by another name in Blogland however. He approached me and asked if I wanted to do a joint Blog thing since we ran in the same blog circle and were known by the same people. I came up with the idea of “Is it Mike or Michael” because that is what I am asked almost everywhere.

Question: Your blog title is “not touching you”. Are you referring to somebody in particular? Why is it that you are not touching that person? Can you tell us a bit about how you started your blog?

Answer: Originally, the title was “Is it Mike or Michael”. For reasons of his own, Michael needed to move on (He is still around BTW with his own Blog). I recruited “Jack” for a bit but I think he got locked up for child porn or something. So I had to come up with another title. I thought back to my childhood and remember tormenting my sister… Thus, “not Touching You”.

Question: Your fan base is mostly women, but some gay readers are also lurking your websites. What is your opinion on homosexuality? Do you have any gay friends? Have you been hit on by a homosexual? How did you handle it? Does it bother you that some gays are fantasizing with your HNT pictures?

Answer: My opinions? LOL. When I was 25 years old, my best friend since 3rd grade came to me and told me he was gay. Now, I remember going out on double dates with him and girls, and even some kinky encounters with females. He was sure that I would disown him once he told me. My reaction? You’re my BEST friend! Unconditionally! Period. Every once in a while I will give him crap and ask “Suck any good cock lately”, but it is all good! I have been hit on plenty. Most people think that I am gay. I must admit I have questioned myself once or twice. I have seen a guy that I would like to, well that is for another time. I do not see why people are labeled. I mean, I know that I love the female form. But then again I have been stopped in my tracks by a guy. So one might say “Oh you’re Bi” or whatever. Why can’t I just be “sexual”? Ok I could go on forever on this!

Question: Kate recently moved out of state. What was your relationship status with her? Is she just your regular belly dancer? Or was your relationship something serious? Also, when Kate punk’d you about the pregnancy test did you seek your revenge? Was the revenge enough?

Answer: Oh, Katie. I actually hired her as an intern. There was a huge age difference between us. We became like best friends… I crossed the line and ended up having hot sweaty pig sex with her, after that though, a relationship kindled. I think that it was always there. Yes, I loved or love her. The prego thing was childish! I think that we are even, I gotta stop talking about her, and I am tearing up! LOL

Question: You’ve met and dated a lot of girls, from the girl with hairy toes to Officer Sasha . Can you describe your ideal girl? Are you currently seeing somebody special?

Answer: LOL, I am pretty much a whore. No, not really. I guess that I am picky. Sasha is hot, but I would say my idea girl would be a small one, about 5’2” small waist, flat belly (I am a stomach guy) small breasts (I hate huge tits, they gross me out). Someone who I can laugh with be serious with, be me. Someone who would never judge me. Don’t you want to know what my perfect guy would be? LOL.

Bonus Question: Your blog contains explicit details of some of your sexual activities. What is your favorite sexual position? Do you have any sexual fantasies?

Answer: OK, this could go on forever. My favorite sexual position is hitting it from behind. I like anal sex! Most chicks hate getting it up the shoot, but there is nothing like it! The reason I like pushing from behind is the fact my nuts bang up against their ass. That is a turn on! Fantasies huh? I fantasize about it all, really. I am one who thinks that one should be open to anything; I am not into pain however. Not that I am dogging it, I just don’t get the pain/pleasure thing. Not my cup of tea. If I had to pick one, ok two, I would say that I would LOVE to be in an orgy with both guys and girls. Another is maybe to be with a “HeShe” or a chick with a strap on! LOL I am going to take shit for that I know!

Kiss my interviews#1-not touching you

Question: Is it Mike or Michael? Is Mike and Michael one and the same person? Or is Michael the guy who went missing in action after a night out over at the border of Mexico? Who is he and was he your blog partner? Have you heard anything about him after the incident?

Answer: No, we are not one and the same. It started as 2 bloggers that were semi known in blogland. I am Mike, his name was Michael. He did go by another name in Blogland however. He approached me and asked if I wanted to do a joint Blog thing since we ran in the same blog circle and were known by the same people. I came up with the idea of “Is it Mike or Michael” because that is what I am asked almost everywhere.

Question: Your blog title is “not touching you”. Are you referring to somebody in particular? Why is it that you are not touching that person? Can you tell us a bit about how you started your blog?

Answer: Originally, the title was “Is it Mike or Michael”. For reasons of his own, Michael needed to move on (He is still around BTW with his own Blog). I recruited “Jack” for a bit but I think he got locked up for child porn or something. So I had to come up with another title. I thought back to my childhood and remember tormenting my sister… Thus, “not Touching You”.

Question: Your fan base is mostly women, but some gay readers are also lurking your websites. What is your opinion on homosexuality? Do you have any gay friends? Have you been hit on by a homosexual? How did you handle it? Does it bother you that some gays are fantasizing with your HNT pictures?

Answer: My opinions? LOL. When I was 25 years old, my best friend since 3rd grade came to me and told me he was gay. Now, I remember going out on double dates with him and girls, and even some kinky encounters with females. He was sure that I would disown him once he told me. My reaction? You’re my BEST friend! Unconditionally! Period. Every once in a while I will give him crap and ask “Suck any good cock lately”, but it is all good! I have been hit on plenty. Most people think that I am gay. I must admit I have questioned myself once or twice. I have seen a guy that I would like to, well that is for another time. I do not see why people are labeled. I mean, I know that I love the female form. But then again I have been stopped in my tracks by a guy. So one might say “Oh you’re Bi” or whatever. Why can’t I just be “sexual”? Ok I could go on forever on this!

Question: Kate recently moved out of state. What was your relationship status with her? Is she just your regular belly dancer? Or was your relationship something serious? Also, when Kate punk’d you about the pregnancy test did you seek your revenge? Was the revenge enough?

Answer: Oh, Katie. I actually hired her as an intern. There was a huge age difference between us. We became like best friends… I crossed the line and ended up having hot sweaty pig sex with her, after that though, a relationship kindled. I think that it was always there. Yes, I loved or love her. The prego thing was childish! I think that we are even, I gotta stop talking about her, and I am tearing up! LOL

Question: You’ve met and dated a lot of girls, from the girl with hairy toes to Officer Sasha . Can you describe your ideal girl? Are you currently seeing somebody special?

Answer: LOL, I am pretty much a whore. No, not really. I guess that I am picky. Sasha is hot, but I would say my idea girl would be a small one, about 5’2” small waist, flat belly (I am a stomach guy) small breasts (I hate huge tits, they gross me out). Someone who I can laugh with be serious with, be me. Someone who would never judge me. Don’t you want to know what my perfect guy would be? LOL.

Bonus Question: Your blog contains explicit details of some of your sexual activities. What is your favorite sexual position? Do you have any sexual fantasies?

Answer: OK, this could go on forever. My favorite sexual position is hitting it from behind. I like anal sex! Most chicks hate getting it up the shoot, but there is nothing like it! The reason I like pushing from behind is the fact my nuts bang up against their ass. That is a turn on! Fantasies huh? I fantasize about it all, really. I am one who thinks that one should be open to anything; I am not into pain however. Not that I am dogging it, I just don’t get the pain/pleasure thing. Not my cup of tea. If I had to pick one, ok two, I would say that I would LOVE to be in an orgy with both guys and girls. Another is maybe to be with a “HeShe” or a chick with a strap on! LOL I am going to take shit for that I know!

I'd like to buy a Vowel

Is it just me, or has anyone else noticed that the English language as we know it is morphing, mutating, devolving for the worse. If you read my posts you already know that I am not a scholar when it comes to writing. The truth is if it weren’t for spell check and tools like that none of you would know what in the hell was going on. But I am not talking about the minor shit. I am talking about a complete slaughter of the English language. Today I had to go into the Bureau of Motor Vehicles and I was “Axed” what my “Birfday” was. What in the hell is a “Birfday”? I let it slide, ignored it. Then I moved to the next person. They asked me if I had my “Birf certificate” and my SSN card. I told them I did and they said that they needed “dem bouf”. Then I was told that I was “suppoda” sign on “da” line under 21A.

I understand that every generation has their own slang. Hell, I have given “Shout outs” and “Props” even though I couldn’t tell you what a “Prop” is. But I am talking about the core of our language. It is being changed. What is worse is that we allow it, accept it. At this rate, English as we know it will become a new separate language. This evening I was watching ESPN and they were interviewing a college athlete. He couldn’t finish a sentence without saying “You know what I’m saying”? In the thirty second interview the guy said “You know what I’m saying” sixteen times. To top it off, I had no clue as to what the fuck he was saying. This guy was a college senior.

I guess I need to catch up. Get into the groove with the MTV generation, you know the channel that used to rock and play music videos, but now doesn’t play music at all, but instead run shows that are “Hip” and “Wit it”.
“Peace out Homies

Tails from a Strip Club

I’m not too sure if me and my new room mate are going to get along. I went out of town, over night. I figured that cats were pretty much self sufficient, could take care of themselves. I came home this evening and found two plants toppled over, soil everywhere. I found that my roomie missed the cat box by 2 rooms, and I almost stepped in what looked like hair ball puke. Needless to say we needed to sit down and talk about the rules, some wall to wall counseling if you will. I think that I got my point across.Right about now I am feeling pretty used. Like a piece of meat if you will. Sasha keeps avoiding me, my calls and my eagerness to bump uglies again.
She keeps telling me that her schedule is real busy and, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH. I can’t believe she is pulling a “Mike” on me. Beating me at my own game. What is this world coming to?
I sat and watched the plethora of silicone prance around me. I had been here many times before. Not here exactly, but if you have seen one strip club, you have seen them all. I was pretty worked up, hot and bothered after my call with Sugar So I opted for the next best thing. I had a good buzz going and decided it was time to interact with the nakedness all around me. I was two for three in the challenge and tonight I was going to even it up. The premise is that I pick one of the naked beauties and play on her mind, insecurities and greed and coax her into leaving with me. I was with a business associate who I hardly knew, but he was like a teen in a porn theater. Like he never saw a naked woman before in his life. He doubted that I could pull it off. I would use the money we beat and he lost to ensure my victory. After all, I had pulled prime from a strip club before and tonight I was in rare form.
After a few stage dances and a couple of shots, I picked the target. She was a small built gal, only about 5’4”, tiny waist and a pretty decent rack. I chose her due to the way she ate up the attention from the guys willing to feed the kitty while she pranced around. I waited for her to go on stage, but she never did and I was getting a lot heat from the toddler in my pants to make the move. I waved her over and bought her a few rounds. I told her how incredibly beautiful she was. She ate it up like a fat kid at Chucky Cheese. I thought my business associate, we’ll call him Jason was about to experience premature ejaculation as “Candy” sat upon my lap and humped my thigh. I kept the liquor coming and played up to her ego. She asked me several times if I wanted to go into the back room for a private dance. I eased into the “I want more than a dance” theme. Her giggle level was such that I knew it was time to make the move. I couldn’t shake the image of her head banging away at the hotel room headboard as I drove her from behind.
We walked into the back room. It was dark as usual and each room had it’s own little television running porn. How I love the good ol’ US of A. We had to wait for the current song to finish before we could commence with the dancing of the lap. Candy took another shot and I made my move. “Can I ask you something”, I said to her as she rubbed her hand along the chubster inside my jeans. She listened as I asked her how much she would make on this night. She explained that since it was Tuesday, it was about as busy that it would get and she would be lucky to bring in two hundred dollars after she paid the house. She went on to tell me how it really blew because she had something or another due which required her to make five hundred. I explained to her that she could spend the next four or five hours dry humping dirty old trolls, or she could consider leaving early, coming with me and her choice of alcohol to my hotel room where she would have fun and let me “explore” her womanhood and collect the five hundred she needed. She giggled and said that I seemed like a nice guy and BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, “why not” was her final answer as she started to gyrate and unclothe herself to the song that now was starting. The song was “Black” by Pearl Jam. I watched and grew while she slowly removed her top. I knew within a matter of a half hour or so she would be mine for the taking. Her breasts were real, perfect little tea cups that jiggled as she charmed my snake. I couldn’t ask for a better specimen, her tummy was tight and flat, and I eagerly awaited as I took a shot of tequila and watched as she was about to shed her panties. {Music}“Now the air I tasted and breathed”{Music} she stepped out of her panties, exposing her mostly bare love candy to me. {Music}“Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin Round my head I’m spinning Oh, I’m spinning How quick the sun can, drop away… And now my bitter hands”.{Music}
THAT IS WHEN THINGS TOOK A TURN FOR THE WORSE
As she turned her tiny torso away from me bending forward to show me her goods, the toddler in my pants grew limp, ran and hid. This perfect little Barbie Doll of a woman had a tail. Yes, it is true. I would never lie to you. To make things ten times worse, it was wiggling. Protruding from her tail bone, through the dimples on her crack was a distinctive, wagging, undeniable TAIL! {Music}“I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life, I know you’ll be a star In somebody else’s sky, but why Why, why can’t it be, why can’t it be mine”{Music} I started dry heaving, gagging. Tequila spew from my nose as I held back. Still bent over shaking her junk, she never saw me bolt outta the back room, past Jason and out the front door.
I swore that she was a circus freak, but I looked it up and it is not an uncommon thing. I guess that there are many people out there sporting tails. Happy HNT!

Another Manic Monday

Disclaimer: The following may contain language that is inappropriate for minors or whiney ass people who have no lives and like to visit other’s Blogs and complain that they are offended. If this might be you, please see below, for all others, “Have a nice day”.

I truly hate Mondays. Everyone is mulling around anxious to tell you about their weekend. As if I really give a fuck about you and your pathetic life. It is a wonder that any fucking work gets done on Mondays. I mean, the first hour is spent checking personal emails, favorite web sites and blogs. Yes I am guilty. Then it is off to the coffee machine to stand around and tell everyone how little Johnny took his first crap, or how they found a great bargain at the local dollar store. Somewhere about 2 hours into the day people actually begin to start to face the fact that this is a place of business and decide to retrieve their inter-company email. From now until lunch time will be spent answering emails and starting huge email trails copying everyone in the company on his or her opinion. God forbid that one should get their fat Midwestern ass up and walk 100 feet and talk face to face with the person. Then comes lunch. All the fat bitches line up early as if deprived and famished at the microwaves with their “Lean Cuisines” and their “Jenny” snacks. It is funny to watch them all counting on their fingers how many “points” that they have left in the day knowing damn well as soon as they get home they will be shoving “Little Debbie’s” in their faces. You can just picture their husbands coming home looking for any excuse to end it all. Yes, Mondays suck.
I hate to keep posting about my Mom, but it is my blog so I can. Today she called me all in a panic. See, dear ol’ Mom got this cat to keep her company, never mind the fact that she is a heartless old hag who hates all living creatures, especially animals. So she says that she has lost the cat. “Lost the cat” I repeat. How does one “loose” a cat? I asked her if it got out, she said no. She said that she can hear it every once in a while. I told her that if that was the case then it was not lost. She demanded that I drop everything that I was doing, put my life on hold and come over and find her new friend. I told her that I would be there after work. She paused then decided it was her best shot.
I arrived and was greeted by my aging Mother. She had some sort of rag on her head and she looked like she hadn’t dressed in days. I got in the house and started the “Here kitty, kitty” crap. Like I knew what in the hell I was doing. I asked her when was the last time that she had seen the cat. She told me it was earlier in the day, she was making coffee and fixing her breakfast. That equates to around ten or eleven in the morning. We were standing there and I was noodling the possibilities of me actually being adopted. That is when I heard it. A faint MEOW. The cat was close. Again I started with the “here kitty, kitty” crap and again, a faint MEOW. I followed the cry and it led me to the kitchen. Another MEOW. The mystery was over. The missing cat was about to be found. I opened the door to the refrigerator and their on the bottom shelf, in the back behind the tub of “Country Crock” was the cat. The cat looked at me as if to say “Please rescue me from this crazy old bitch”. I could relate. After all, I spent most of my life being raised by her. She was crazy then, pre Alzheimer’s.
Mom acted like it was no big deal. The cat moved real slow. I took it to the vet for precaution. Eighty dollars later the vet said that she would be fine. I have a new roommate. A cat.
I hate Mondays.
Please note that no fat people, nor Midwesterners were harmed in the making of this post and all names have been changed to protect the guilty. I just hate the people I work with and in no way meant for this to falsely portrait the good people out there in blog land.

Sign of the times

One can never imagine the thoughts that go through your mind. Time slows down and seconds become minutes. We all think that we would know what we would do in the situation, but once in it our survival depends on the next few seconds. It happened, unfolded quickly. The shouting was heard even over the music blaring out of the sound system. I am still not sure what it was, a feeling maybe, an uneasiness that came over me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the light reflect, then react in a way that was not normal, but something I had seen before. It is amazing how our minds can process things so quickly. As the light glimmered off of the steel, my mind processed the answer. There were at least a hundred people in the place. Dancing away, mindless to the commotion off in the distance, but directly in the path. I saw the flash and reacted. I lunged forward, diving for the floor. Chaos let loose and bodies sprinted in all directions. How many I thought to myself as I lay on the floor trying to count. My skin was burning, on fire. Our adrenaline filters pain. I can not say that I felt any pain at all. I crawled on the floor trying not to be trampled, trying to get to a flank off to the right. I was hit. I glanced down to see the crimson red absorbed by the fabric of my shirt. I got into a safe position. I took aim. It was over just as quickly as it started. I came away with a minor wound. Others were not so lucky that night. We all think that we would know what we would do in the situation, all I know, our survival depends on it.

Free For all Friday

So I am going to incorporate “Free For All Friday”. Basically, I get a lot of email and comments that ask for my advice or opinions. I get hate mail and I get mail that feeds my ego. Every Friday I am going to pick one as a topic for discussion. Today I am going to post one from a guy who is seriously hurting. This brought tears to my eyes, really. He commented on a post I made a while back “Broken Heart” and as I read his comment I felt for him. I have many suggestions for this guy, but what do I know. I think it would be better if he heard it from you. I have not altered his comment at all. This is how it was posted. Please reach out to him as we have all been there once in our life.

Broken Heart:

im a 26 year old asian male, who started a performing arts course at college last sept. There she was, a being of total perfection. so young,funny beautful, talented. wanting to be around her all the time, i havea weeks holiday, and i just cant stand the thought of not seeing herover this period.
i fell in love with her. her flirty manner towards me just captured myheart. i dont stop thinking about her. the thought of me not spendingmy life with her, makes me feel so overwhelmingly sick. seeing her, nobeing able to touch her, hold her kiss her. knowing that one day sheshall be in the armsof another, and all i can do is be happy for her. icry everyday, i have this emptyness inside me all the time. its taken me26 years to find someone who i want to be with, in the whole world,only to fin out that she sees me as a friend. Why the hell couldnt i havelearned the lesson of love at an earlier age? its such a struggle to doanything, knowing that i woul never be that special person in her lifejust makes me want to die. Every touch, smile, look, is so electrical,an dlike a rose, its just slowly withering away.i know that im in lovewith this girl, shes in my thoughs in every minute of every day. iguess some could say that its obsessive, but fuck it. im not ashamed ofadmitting i feel this way about another person. i do wish however, that iwas the one lydia looked at in that way. im doubting myself, my looks,personality. how could one who is just the sweetest, perfect girls inthe world hurt me so much. im in the dark stage of my life, i pray iheal, but then i pray that i could be her one love. any advice anyone? ifeel like im dying. i cant imagine my life without her, nor do i want to. my god im so sad, im cryin and typing! i feel so pathetic, becauseive never been like this or felt like this about anyone ever. any wordsof wisdom would be appreciated.
regards, and good luck in love people,
take care
adam khan