Today is the last day of September; weeEEeeeeEEeeEEe

I shaved but left a corny retro style Don Johnson Mami Vice shadow again. Middle aged women and under aged girls like that shit. But I was just to lazy to do a neat job.

Friday Morning...

The government will give it to you right in the old cake hole; as far as your check is concerned. If you are a single man claiming your one and only, let me tell you, your not. You are more expensive than if you were claiming three people. When you claim just yourself, you are also claiming others. Entities, these entities will suck the life out of you. I am so peeved. My uncle robbed me and all I can do is bend over and sing the national anthem sounding like if Eddie Vedder went to Rikers Island for a day.

The Winners

The Willies got the Willies

Julie's Man Finger

Drama

William And Julie are not happy here

D'uh hair

The Summer session is I think, heaver on the about bragging rights anyway. The Cities arent for another year.

Afterward...

I went home and nuked some broccoli, heavy on the garlic and butter.

Friday Night. Pool, Mexican, and a few moments of hot skin and smooth drink.

So Douglas, whos that girl wearing your shirt at the other table?

My Juke box was here but now it is gone I left this note and carried on...

Food, Very Filling. Margarita Very Nice, Razzberry, all very good

On the way over

Jason, Bill, Genever, Pete, Jessica and Eric, Jumpers....

"Nobody pussied out, now thats cool" Mr Method.

After the Jumps... Later in the evening... Things got... Well, you decide.

Fire

Smores

Pogo sticking

What happens next, stays there.

Eric, The pogo stickman… Things were getting a little out of hand after the pogo sticking for a while. As if we didn’t have enough of adrenalin stimuli. Guns, smokes, bondage, fast ladies, booze and burning couches...Yup, that’s right, they set the couch on fire.

	Im not saying anything

THE NEXT MORNING Sunday

Did a little towny thing

Bank the nine

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Nine Balls-Nine Lives

I ate-d'uh-hole-ting

On Friday, Moe.

On Saturday, A day.

On Sunday, Laundry, Happy Bday Vic.

Monday, 9-11

The last Few Days

The Winners

Get In The Hole

Stays in first Place

For Summer Season 2006

Douglas is good

Mark is good

~~It’s your choice~~

There is this one person I know. This one person has this magical power of making other persons go away. This person that I know, that has been making other persons go away, to my knowledge, have been doing this since we met many years ago. Now, for some reason, this person with the magical powers of making other persons go away have not yet made me go away. Even though this person has tried, many times, It could be me, I could be just simply to stupid to know what an insult is; maybe. Still, why have I not gone away? Why has that persons power work on me yet. There are only a few chosen with this immunity. A place is only great with the company that is in that place. A room with four walls is just a room with four walls. Class (meaning Elegance, flair, flamboyance) is not a place, class is a quality of one personality, and class is something you have. My buddy, Jennie, has class, once before; she has bought this to my attention. When I was letting my emotions get the best of my flamboyance. I was looking silly, weak and a push over. If you don’t want to be in the same room with certain people of a certain class of personality that is your choice. The key word here is “Your choice”. Only you choose to make the company that is around your surrounding the level of influence they have on you. I know, Shut the fuck up Will, that is easier said than done or written on a web Blog. Emotion, usually turn up or a stronger word ‘take-over’ first, then before your logic and grown up response comes second, it all depends on your class, how you were raised to believe certain things and so fourth. Its cool, I’m writing this now, because I have gotten past the emotional part, so this is my logical rational.

Unless you have some emotional attachment to someone. The level of influence one has on you are up to you. Like my grandmother, she had an influence on me.

Yeah, I know, its hurts the eyes to watch a bad pool match, watching a bad match sucks-you in to a hole that is not a pocket-hole on a pool table. So you wince and walk away. But that was your choice to do so; to walk away. How you look at things can really make a difference in how you feel about things and your surrounding. The really good part about that is, if you know your opponents weakness and your opponent does not know yours, how can you let them outclass you, manipulate you, and make you go away? If I was at an IPT (International Pool Tournament) tournament and sitting in the audience right behind Efran Reyes. Efran walks to the table, goes for a shot, misses his shot then goes back to his chair, I then lean over to him and whisper in his ear “you should have followed that shot not draw.”  

Now, if you were Efran how seriously would you take that comment?

Or would you be amused, that the dipshit behind you, who’s not even remotely close to your level, might have some skill but most likely someone who will never know what it is like to be in a position to get comments from some one in an audience who is not on your level?

If you know you have someone out classed on all kinds of level what would be the level that person has you out classed in if they are getting under your skin?

~~Fishing~~

One can patronize ones character by giving one the response one is looking for like needing to gain control for an objective. I know how some people feel about being in the company of someone who you would rather not have around for whatever reason. I will not let one person influence my decision, especially if you know that person well enough to see the reason for that person’s behavior with you. It’s laughable, almost automatic on my part to just nod and agree to avoid patronizing.

Ok, lets see. I've been busting my brain at my occupation lately, Huh, what else? Oh yeah, late night, Thursday. I won killer, sorta, split it with Jeff; WeeEEeeEEeeEee. It’s a good thing Julie called me on my cell just to watch her shoot with Jason at the pool hall earlier that Thursday night and then leave me there after they finished there set to go see a show, or I might not of went to the bar, ya-know, that bar were “a one person cant make it a great bar cuase you need many”. Douglas came in before they finished there set; I wasn’t expecting that, Douglas showing up. We played; Douglas is good, I’m learning from Douglas.

Speaking of the guy Im learning from, the next night (Friday) Douglas was at the hall again. He was playing a regular there, then we played a few games after he was done with the regular, we went to eat and then did our own thing. While we were eating, though, I just want say, Douglas, just might have saved me from a terrible mistake I almost made. He put some sense into my head again. Reminded me of a few things, Whew! How can I forget something like that? was it the moon? Na.

The winner, sorta.

Saved

~~

That’s right I said, William is in the “hating waiting” mood cause it almost a full moon today.

Yeah, I was being a dickhead the other night. Monday Steve Irwin day. Daves Birthday.

~~

I was. That’s because I got tired of seeing not much in my near future as far as quality relationships go. Me, Bitter? Na. I’ve been on three dates and a few second dates already, since June. And on these dates, I realized if I wanted to go further with it, I would have to change my scene a little. And I said to Julie she is doing the same thing I am doing, seven days a week at that, save a day to do laundry. People like us, like my dad, like a few buddies of mine, are always on the move at a pace no one could or would want to follow or keep up with. It’s a nice pace it’s a comfortable pace, but, it’s a personal pace. And personal pace is ones personal space. A while ago I told my old friend this once or twice before, and it goes…

“When two independent people get together, a third person emerges from those two. That third person is what the other two people would have to be in order to have a successful relationship, but first, those two people will have to fill that third person with all the compromises of there old life style, all the good things and all the excepting of one another good and bad things”

I said this to her a few time in fact. We failed at building the third person. As long as I keep repeating the same patterns over and over again I will be as I am right now. Not even a counter part would work, that would end up as a conflict of application function. The same interface with different plug-in at the same time? No. That is not going to happen. The same matter cannot occupy the same space at the same time.

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Wolfs run in packs, but they are still alone.

Super heroes are remote people, they are adored, but ya-know? Only one Spiderman per city. Great leaders are forlorn. Crowd A+++ are isolated people; even in a large crowd on New Years Eve they are alone, so. The rich, the poor, the real smart, the real dumb, alcoholics, warriors, captains, hustlers, single mothers, players, caged monkeys, doormen, independent liberated people of all kinds, bouncers, bill collectors, they all walk alone even when they have a million friends. Yeah Julie, I might have been a hard drunken dickhead when I said hypothetically; “But your boyfriend wants you to be home with him right now, watching TV, it’s Monday? What are you doing playing games with other boys?” Having a job were the schedule is roughly and undetermined exactly what time it begins or ends and you randomly just leave, on a whim, leaving your loved one behind, to do whatever he or she wants other than being with you, well. How long can one do that until one of the two gets tired of it? Even if you are with someone who lives the same way you do how long will it be until it just seems what the point? I love Julie to death but you know, she kind of reminds me of my dad, myself, and a few other fellows lone wolfs. My family broke up this way the way of the lone wolf. That night other things came up, like parental preprogramming and liberation promoting independence. My parents were alcoholics now I hang in a bar. My dad to this day is a lone wolf, now I hang with lone wolfs. Do you see any liberation here? Or am I just crazy? Id rather be bitter, then at least at least I can sweeten it up with a loved not like me.

My roach is dead and it’s big and I love him, I love my dead big roach.

When I was living down town for a short while say for about seven months or so, during that time I was frequently visiting my home just to check on things, like my turtle and plants, pay some bills and stuff. During one of my frequent visit, in my bedroom, I was doing just a standard check up on my stuff. I noticed on the ground a cockroach running by my feet, not just a standard roach but one of those water bugs. But this was a baby, it was tiny. I attempted to stomp on it but all I succeeded in doing was knocking off one of its legs. It ran in circles cause it was now missing a leg thanks to my inaccuracy in the art of roach stomping, the cute tiny little booger succeed in running under a bookshelf. I figured cause it lost a limb it would eventually die.

This happen last August 2005. Between the time of August 2005 and May 2006 I think I was home about 6 times maybe seven, that’s one visit per month for seven months. During the times I would check on my home I would always see the little guy hanging with my turtle, eating its food drinking its water sitting on its shell; as if my turtle was giving it a piggy back ride for fun. This roach not only made friends with my turtle but was getting bigger, and I mean big. I knew it was the same guy cause every time we saw each other it would do that full circle before it ran off into areas of my room I could not reach or get to.

Funny, after I moved back home in May and I would come home late night the roach would already be casually walking under the bookshelf. The little booger respected my space when it sensed I was around, even in my sleep it wouldn’t crawl on me nor wouldn’t fly around in that terrorizing people manner like roaches often do when they get that size. He would only come out when I am not home. It knew when its free time to run and play, it knew my schedule, it knew what was mine and what was its. It respected me so I respected it and didn’t try to kill it anymore, I figured, if I let this one claim the territory (my room) others would keep out, which is fine with me. But I read roaches only live a year or two.

This guy never left my bed room, it was born in there, it lived in there, it grew up in there, and I figured when its time would come I would just find it laying on its back in the middle of my room dead; or find my turtle chewing on it with its wing sticking out of his mouth. No, that’s not the fairy tale that would happened on September 2nd 2006 11:19pm.

I guess it opted not to go gentle into that good night, but go out with a fight, so it did, with my brother. My little buddy decided to venture out into the unknown and attack my brother, my 6 foot 4, 235 pound size 14-sneaker brother. While he was on his computer way across the other side of the apartment. I come home and my brother says, “ I took care of it”. My heart dropped, my eyes wide open when I said “no, please you didn’t” He says “ Yes, I’m pleased I did, that thing walked out of your room and started charging into my direction like brave heart yelling out freedom! The roach wanted to die, it was big it was old, it was its time” I felt sad, I felt sad for my little friend the roach. Who is now dead? My roach is dead and it’s big and I love him, I love my dead big roach. I’m sad its gone. That little guy helped me conquer one of my oldest fears.

I Am Not talking about Sara in the entry below!