ONLY a MAN

It’s a quiet day at the office, my coworkers have all taken the day off on this Good Friday. I choose to get caught up on work from the long vacation I just returned from earlier in the week. As the early morning moves on, the feeling of anxiousness builds inside of me. Today is not just Good Friday for me, in fact in my mind it’s shitty Friday. It’s a Friday that my subconscious has been thinking about for a whole year. The many constant days of tingling in my hands and arms were by far the worse on this day a year ago. And exactly the time of writing this I was overcome with the a feeling of impending doom and convinced myself that I was having a heart attack. So is it going to happen on this day a year later? And if it does happen to me yet again how am I going to react? I would be lying if I told you it’s not controlling my emotions today. Even with all the support and tactics I’ve learned to deal with anxiety over the past year it’s definitely difficult. As I type, I feel some fai...

  There’s an imaginary place in the middle of the state that married men chase twins and live to tip cows. Parties are had and shit happens. It is a place where time has not caught up with current days. Eighty parties are attended by actual eighty-year-olds with names like Russ and Sal. Friends are invited to stay at residences that may or may not be sets of porn movies. Invitees bring their dogs along without apparently asking and said dog pisses in guests house and humps their pillows. Other guest’s goat celebrities to drink WAY more than they are used to and end up tossing their cookies. We see you, Tiger!!! It’s a place where if you show up a couple hours late, no matter how hard you try, you’ll never catch up to the rest of the party’s drinking level. Big Bright white teeth glow in the early morning hours and PAC10 Ball Rules!!!   The Hosts in this imaginary land, are magical. Literally!!! I’ve seen with my own eyes one of the host dance with a guest, fall to the grou...

A SUCCESS STORY!!! When I was in my teens and going to college, I would always work for Slim Tim in the summers to make a little cash for spending money. One particular summer, I got the privilege to work at Mr. Flemings beautiful waterfront estate with one of my best friends installing shell pathways. Whenever we had breaks, Mr. Fleming (in his 90's) would be telling us life stories and things from his past. Most conversations were colorful in  nature about his college days and how they were hazed "back in the day". You know the usual, stick the tips of their peni (I think plural for penis IDK) in a light socket and the upperclassmen would turn on the switch. You know, Just plain old locker room stuff. One of the convos really stuck with me though. Mr Fleming told my friend and I that we need to continue to get life lessons as we age and fuck up along the way. Not intentionally, but on others people watch to gain experience and find out what really interest us. As we fin...