Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Truth can be fun

"You're last name is Bacon? Wow, are you any relation to Kevin?" Here we go again, it amazes me how often I get to play this one out. "Yep, he's my uncle." I respond, my face deadpan, then return to my drink. "No way!! Kevin Bacon is not your uncle is he?" "Yep, Kevin is my father's younger brother." A small part of me wants to believe that people are not this gullible, the rest of me grins inwardly and wonders how far it will go this time. "Oh my God!! Could you introduce me?" I shrug "Sure, if you're ever in Georgia give a call and I'll take you by their house.". A flash of confusion "He has a house in Georgia?". "Yep, down by the river." A knowing glance "Ahh, must be in a upscale place. Hey guys, this guy is Kevin Bacon's nephew!"

Funny how it never occurs to folks that there is more than one Kevin Bacon in the world.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Demons

We all have our demons, part of what makes us human. The problem is when they start controlling you. It gets worse when you know what is happening and you do it anyway. Comes a time when you have to face your demons. Not something you can run from, nor is it something that someone else can do for you.

As much as I care, I can't do anything to help. You are facing an enemy I can't fight for you. This time you have to save yourself.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Ritual

The calmness settles over me, the world has been compressed to a small clear window surrounded by black. Through this window I watch a small black dot jump with every heartbeat. I feel the warmth of the sun on my skin, the smell of fresh cut grass fills the air. I feel the presence of my father standing slightly behind me to the left.
The dot has stopped jumping. Exhaling slowly, I squeeze the cool metal under my finger. Thunder rolls, across the field a small hole appears in the dot. "Oh yeah, it's on." I hear my father say, his voice muffled by the headphones over my ears.

The above is something me and my father have done for years. Every time I go home we spend quite a lot of time target shooting. When I am off walking the world, I miss it immensely. When I am home, there is nothing I would trade it for.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

One of those nights....


"I've been seeing a therapist lately. I have a lot of anger problems, mainly wanting revenge on people I feel have wronged me." -My date Thursday night (no joke)

Yet another reason I hate blind dates. Needless to say, got the hell out of Dodge quickly! I don't think there will be a second date.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

In the funk...

In a bit of a mood lately. Just can't be bothered to give a damn about most things. No particular reason why, just in a funk. Think it's my mind's way of telling me that there needs to be a change, or could just be that I'm tired of this place and the wanderlust needs to be obeyed. Really don't know, I'll be back to normal in a couple days. On the bright side for once it's not over a woman (just because I know you're reading Mia :P)

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Give it a rest

I know that I have ranted about the media many times before, but what can I say they keep spinning me up. It's no wonder that the world thinks the American people are stupid, watch the evening news. This is what most of the world sees and thinks we are about. Take a look at some of today's headlines from Fox News and CNN.

Let's see:
Death - Check
Fear mongering - Check
Politicians bickering like children - Check
Cheap shot at the political right - Check
Cheap shot at the president - Check
Cheap shot at Christians - Check
How great the Clintons are - Check
Meaningless tripe about Brittney Spears - Check
Meaningless tripe about Paris Hilton - Check
Random non-Brittney/non-Paris star supporting a cause - Check

All that is missing is global warming being blamed for some new problem. Seems like this is all we get any more, and this is all the rest of the world sees of us. Looking at the media's picture of the US you see a grim, violent place. A place where you can't even do yard work without ending up in a wood chipper. A place where valiant liberals fight against the corrupt and evil conservative Christians. A place where the public cares more about Brittney's bad parenting and Paris's spat with a greeting card company than they do about what is happening in the rest of the world.

It would be great to see the news channels actually report some news.

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Unbowed

Muscles burn with fatigue, hearts race, lungs threaten to burst. Like kittens at play the two figures roll and tumble across the floor. The smaller of the two alternates between attack and escape, the larger seeking to restrain and entrap. The smaller fights with the speed and raw instinct. The larger moves in the calm methodical manner of experience. Both are grinning.
The exchange continues, the fondue, wine, and other guests all but forgotten. Finally a mistake is made, the smaller tries to overpower the larger. Limbs are entangled, and the smaller finds herself trapped and the air slowly squeezed from her lungs. It's over.

I lay on the floor panting, her head on my chest. I can feel her heart pounding as the adrenaline is washed from her body. One of the other guests peeks around the corner shyly, seeing the trashed bedroom. "Ummm... you two ok?" I smirk "Never better.". Her head raises and she looks at him "Yeah, he kicked my ass, but I never gave in. The bastard knows he was in a fight." "Aye dove, we'll make a fighter of you yet."

Thursday, November 01, 2007

The second time

This morning was the second time I had to say goodbye to you.
The second time I had to leave for work and know you would not be there when I got home.
The second time I have had to feel that emptiness where you used to be.
The second time I had to look into your winter blue eyes and pretend to be strong.