December
31 2004 Happy Birthday Douglas!!!!!
About last
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Some
thing's I did these last few days before the year ending.
I have a lot to say but I
will say later. But it’s been a real transiending.
So right now I will leave it on this. Love and Hate: I
learned, a desperate mind with no more ideas on how to
handle any situation will resort to the most primitive
emotions and actions. And that is as I wrote before, Love,
Hate. These last three months have been raw with me, how’s
that for paint on a Zen pallet? Happy new year….
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Captain
Victoria Viscusi (Tuesday's) And Captain William Fuentes
(Monday's) Play then eat
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December
30 2004
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It’s funny yesterday morning I felt something was
coming in, something closing in, some drawing near, I could
not tell what it was. It was in my stomach it was in my
head I woke up with it from my bed. It started Tuesday
night and carried through Wednesday morning and all day
yesterday. I already had thrown in the towel with my team
and with the way my life had been spent this whole year.
I had no idea what was next so In the evening I got shit
faced at the bar and spoke to somebody there who gave me
a little enlightenment about my character and it’s
substance. To make a this long day story short. I went
home and fell asleep. Then about 5:30 am this morning I
get jarred out of my sleep from a ring ring sound coming
from my cell phone right over my head on my bed. Julie
Text messages me.
RUMBLEFISH IS IN THE PLAYOFFS!!!!!!
We got the wild card in the Drawing….wow....Girlfreind
Julie also gave me some stratagic tips in the text
message on who to play and how to do
it
for the win...Did I menetion I love Julie...
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December
29 2004 11:00am
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Shhhh...
ya hear that....it's drawing near.....get ready |
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The
nothing
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finally was able to catch up some of last weeks events |
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December
27 2004 About sunday night....
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I
got a headache now.... So I shaved...Still have
a headache. It's about three in the morning. Why
do I have a headache? I
got gossip about the APA in Arizona
from
Brian who
now lives there...Did you know that they have guy
level two's in the APA bar leauge in Arizona!!! Imagine
that,
a Guy rated a level two!!! So the level APA rating
can vary from state to state. Hmmmm. I see issues
here. Good and bad.
http://tucsonapa.com/
Click "rosters" then select a division
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Dont
worry ladies ...three days, it will grow back, I just needed
to cut something with an intense result...
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This
morning
I
have heard this since I was a child. Read
it in comic books and gum rappers. Being quoted
in movies and plays.
Said to me by Teachers, Professors, Parents, friends,
and family and so on in my life. This has been
said to me time
and time again but I have never truly experienced it
like I have this morning lying on my back with
a swollen heart
and an aching spinal cord on this cold winter day. “Never
judge a book by its cover.” Maybe I will add
a little something to these words of wisdom. “Never
judge a book by its cover or its Author.”
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Today
was the last day and I didnt even decide it would be...
It kinda just happened unexpected... |
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December
26 2004 snowing today
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Sorry
about the delay in updates, Ive been very
tanked with booze these last holiday-days.
But I will update very shortly with lots
of pics and little tit-bites of drama,
romance, and danger, along with of course
some happy times. Merry Christmas and a
happy rest of the year... |
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Merry
Christmas..
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December
24 2004 about a few days ago
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Sometime
a few weeks ago
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So
last night I almost did a drunk dial... but if it
wasn’t for John
and his atomic wings (Chicken.) I would have called
this chick and said all kind of thing under the influence;
he filled my belly full of sanity. So I didn’t
make the call. But thanks to technology I text messaged
instead. Oh well, maybe I should had more wings. I
got a little plastered last night Met Viscusi at Satellite,
wanted to see Tim’s new pool table. Al’s
team from Bar 81 will be playing out of there soon.
6:45am this morning. I get a fuck you, you bitch on
my Cell phone… Then
later I turned into a Dentist and started to pull teeth
just to get a Fucken Merry Christmas. Then I started
calling bluffs. Jezz, the things an orphaned man has
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RumbleFish
Victoria Viscusi And William Fuentes
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December
22 2004 The last day the first day
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Today
is the anniversary of my stolen child....12 months ago
today
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I
got into it again with the “again” I
have been this whole year. It is sad; I suspect it will
never get any better then what it has been so far. Who
am to think I can manipulate anyone into a new character
with slogans and Philosophy of life; my life. Personality
will never bend over for the logical and the experienced
and sometime often the too loving. I am not a good person
for trying to engineer social order within my realm.
It backfired. And now I am sad, again… I’ll
live, again. Another Christmas will go with my gift returned.
And ill have another one sitting down in a dark corner,
never to be opened. I just want it to be all over and
disappear form my thoughts. When this year is over so
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I’m off till January 10th 2005, I will still
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December
22 2004 about last Tuesday night the Fantastic Four
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Stick It In's
Fantastic Four |
Sorry
for the delay on the images I have been taking these last
couple of days I have literately hundreds to edit so it will
take time for me to catch up, between shopping and working
it has been a little crazy so bare with me please... |
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E-bar
XXXmas party 2004 Thumbnails
and Pics will be up in a few days...In the mean time here is
a movie or---
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4:20pm I got some sass...
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5:38pm She
hangs up on me....Things are not cool again. Masha said
to me yesterday if you let someone getaway with something
once,
the'll do it again. I know this O so well. I need to stop
being a Frodo. And I also need to learn too-dont give anything
away and expect
to recieve. To do this is get nothing in return but headache
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5:55pm My
Buddie Surprises me with a cup of Hot coco in my time
of headache. |
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December
20th 2004 going to work... |
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Dude
i tell-ya-Alexa really-am-a-smart guy she got
some real good marble in da brains
 Follow
the leader? Your doing exactly what you want to
do...Maybe its ok. But then again to do something
just to do it means you might need something. Inspiration
comes from the dam nest places. If things get cold
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3:45pm
yet again I got the weather talk thing...Just
for the record. It really annoys the shit out of me
to talk about the weather
on an obvious climate day. If its raining a lot or hard
or
what ever and ya-say, "wet enough for ya?" or on
a cold day say "Cold enough for ya?" I’m
going to ignore you. And if you persist to get an answer
from me, I will persist on ignoring you even harder.
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ready...The cold, the rain, the
quiet, the betrayel, the love,
the hate, the stupidity, the good the bad the ugly, the everything,
I hope like Frodo form Lord of the rings. Frodo always
giving
Golem
a chance
even though Sam Wise was
right. you can still hope even though you know the truth. It
still hurts but you wont die from it. You can though. Mad
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Another
entry I wrote on January 7 2004
One
of my not so good days
The
Ice king
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Today
weather: Suny, dry and cold 12 degrees. Full
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January –07-2004
1:29pm
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Jack Frost had a little sister.
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Mother nature always told me before I went out side to play, stay away
from Jack, he’s trouble. Jack whom? I ask Mother Nature as she
bundles my coat on. Jack Frost she said. So for many season, I only
played with Fall, Spring and Summer; Winter was always alone on the
monkey bars. Fall became my best friend. Fall always listen to me and
had the coolest colors, but I always felt death with fall, it never
bothered me much, but still, that feeling of dying always lead to winter
and I was never allowed to play with winter; Always skip it, always
felt warm. Summer is were I learned all my emotion and Spring is-well-you-know,
that time for the birds and the fleas. My adult life came around yet-still
Mother Nature still bundles me up before going outside to play. I was
warned every winter till my adult life by Mother Nature stay away from
jack, and of course this time I did the exact opposite and played,
with Jack. Mother stopped warning after I did that. She departed, I
never saw her again; welcome to adult hood. Jack was an all right guy,
nothing to be careful about. So at least I thought. So he became a
regular in my playtime for many winters after that. Then one winter
when I had a meeting to play with Jack he bought along someone. Her
skin was like snow; her hair was colored with the darkest earth tones.
Her eyes were like fire and she smelled like a peach. In contrast to
the white snow she was nocturnal all over; Dark. Jack Frost had a little
sister. I adored her. And that’s when I felt the cold for the
first time.
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December
19 2004 An entry I wrote on January 7 2004
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January –07-2004
12:53am
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Last day of school.
Today
I graduated. Since the beginning of 2003 till January
6 2004 I have been taking lessons in the art of pettiness
immaturity, bitterness, hate, lying and last but
not least cold. An ice king I am now capable of becoming
at will. With this new added power I am ready to
tackle the world with better knowledge and understanding
of its rules. For about a year I have been studying
hard for similar test that I have taken many times
before and failed. This element, opposite of the
dragons breath was the final, and I past. I dove
head into the abyss of the icy tundra all-ready knowing
what was in stored. It was the same result occurring
on the coming end of the chill. But this time it
was different on my receiving end. I still kept my
head up and braved the frozen wind. For the first
time, I prevented it from dosing my flame from within.
I now know how to be one with ice. My chameleon like
state saved me from falling down and being stampeded
by a winter of mixed up words and ill-persuasive
suggestions leading me into the kitchen of Jack Frost
and becoming a warm dinner for his little sister.
It feels good to be cold, being cold numbs the summer
in you, and let’s “self” take over
the spring. Self is the preservation of survival.
I’ve have had strong influences of the cold
for the last couple of months and been shown how
this disdain-wintry-storm works. With this new wisdom
of “self’ I am xxxtorious over all that
is-of-pettiness immaturity, bitterness, hate, lying
and last but not least cold.
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Jim or someone else will take over. I will leave him with 8 countrymen
on the roster. I will no longer be a captain. I will now be a king.
I will appoint a leader to rule and move to different countries and
live different adventures.
the
king has spoken
I
require lots of space…. Don’t crowd me.
I like to hold a grudge it helps me be angry and hate people more.
I like dorks, there amusing and entertaining. I
lie alot. it makes things better all the time.
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December
16 2004 About Wed and Thursday
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Wednesday….
So Julie and I went to Rachel’s office party on Wed night. It was fun we
drank a lot. One of my colleges was there at the party as well, small world.
Afterward we went to shoot at Joes. Bill never showed up with his crack head
friend with the hooker. That would have been good if he brought them along to
Rachel’s Office, they might have eaten all the cheese, like Julie and I
did. Julie ate all the cheese, Julie is a cheese eater. Cheese eating Julie.
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Thursday….
I’m sitting at the bar and some of the regulars are calling me ugly boy
Will. Later in the evening Serafina walks in with Adrian and Serfins say to me “ Our
Team needs cute guys William” She was joking of course. She was mocking
an entry I wrote a few days ago about how the guys on my team are not so cute.
I told her my feelings were a little hurt about some things but not in the way
most people think. I like the way I look, even if I say I don’t like the
way I look, it’s hard to believe it when I have over 500 or more pics of
myself on the Internet. “That’s all the world needs, more Pics of
William” Douglas Mulkerns, another not so cute boy of Rumblefish. Anyway
she tells me (Serafina) that cute boys don’t play pool to well. I almost
agree. She says “ I don’t think anybody meant to hurt your feelings
William, sometimes people already assume you’re a secure person, you give
off this fending for yourself persona. I have been told this before and because
of it I get a little kicked around assuming I can take the beating. I’m
gona be 50 years old and I barely look thirty some days, it’s a genetic
disposition that runs in my family, we are like turtles, we age every 18 months
or so not 12 like most, it might be the Sicilian in me. Anyway, I never noticed
before. but there are hardly any young people in the APA. I never really noticed
until I got slapped in the face with the reality of ugly man-boy will day. Vic,
Vic, Serfina and Aaron are; I think one, of maybe just a few more in our division
that are barley legal to play. 21 and over please. Wow, my eagerness’ for
killer players blinded me to this. I didn’t notice my kids are acting hungry
for closer to age colleagues. Colleagues are over rated anyway. Oh well. Right
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About
late last Monday night and this afternoon...soup ala lucy
in the sky with dimonds
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After
the big lose...it was time
to drink....and drink....and
drink
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Ugly
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What
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In
the dugout when the player is up too bat, please
pay attention, support and respect your fellow
teammate swinging. Its ok to spit and yell while
this is happening, but most importantly please be a cute boy.....
I’m not good looking enough to be observed while I’m up to
bat. “Put cute boys on the team William.” I then think to
myself after I here this a few hundred times for the last couple of weeks “Why?
Is it going to improve your game? For what, so you can get bord with
him after the 4th week and then start complaing about him on the fifth?
So you can play while he is watching and then when you lose get angry
and embarressed? I guess I’m
not good looking enough, Old and ugly Will” Talk
about a slap in the face. I Guess Karma is making its final rounds from
a time when I said and succeeded in accomplishing the mission of putting
cute girls on my team. After the insults the game begins. I respected
and paid close attention to my “seeking cute boy” players
games when they were up. It didn’t occur to me until I was shooting
that I am not good looking enough to get in return that same attention
and respect from my “seeking for cute boy” players. Too bad,
now I’m going to put more girls on the team. I’ll make sure
they’re real short fat and ugly and like to sleep around maybe
some with facile hairs as well; this is so I can feel prettier.
I
am looking to put together a winning team. Not a cute losing
team. ” I
know this guy, he shoots real well but he’s only 20 years old.” Is
your game going to get better if i put him on? Telling
me you want to put some minor on the team tells me a lot more about you
than only just you wanting to put a minor on the team. I think the APA
has a teenager league. Me? I like to stick to legal and adult. All I
heard was Yap Yap Yap while I was shooting; I hate that shit, not the
yap yap yap but the fact that it was coming from my team while I was
shooting during a critical match, amazing. It’s a bar, yeah, ok,
to converse and be a little merry is normal, people have been doing it
for centuries, but during a critical match? Not good. A little support
please. I’m here to Fucken win, if want to be social, ill do it
any other day of the week. Then again I did write in an early entry on
how a close team can hurt the team it self as well. Example: My Tuesday
team is in first place, were so far In first, we can forfeit the last
two weeks and still stay in first, but this teams well put together team
work bought everybody up a level, this is just as bad as the fragmentation
team work of the “ugly boys with girls who want cute boys on the
team-team.” So what do you do? Why even play anymore William? Your
Dammed if you win your Dammed if
you lose but two things are for sure. One: When you have players who
are more concerned about how the guys
look on the team as apposed to how there game looks for the team then
its time to really start to consider how to clean up the team. And two,
I’m ugly. My team is out of it for the season now, we had a chance
but I blew it, why? Cause I’m not a good-looking loser.
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Person
one tells me they don’t like person two
for a long time, person two seems too perfect
and has given person one an impression of
stability in character, personality along with a healthy productive life
style. Then of course, first impressions are gone with time, person two
doesn’t seem so perfect anymore too person one, now person one
likes person two after hearing some stories of imperfect events in the
life of person two. Why? Security? Don’t feel alone anymore? Entertained
maybe? Arrogance? Lets see what my guru has to say…
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If one person takes pleasure in the sufferings of
another, then he is not a good person. If he
is reveling in the imperfections and
misfortunes of the other person, he is probably
insecure and taking comfort in the negative
experiences endured by another....
Then again, if a person sees imperfections in another's life as an indication
that the other person is suddenly human, approachable, reachable, loveable,
then maybe that's not such a bad thing. But it still probably means that
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An
Entry from March
4 2004 Thursday
That’s
it. I need a new pair of shoes. Kenneth Cole.
I want that cologne Black. It smell’s good. I
want pool to be new to me. I drew today and it was
almost
like I never left. I had a big tuna sandwich today.
The moon
is almost full. My battery is almost dead in my I book.
I saw Elise with two hot guys on the way home today.
Sometimes I wish I had her energy. She is like a force
of nature sometimes, she ether work with the weather
or she doesn’t. I saw Nichole today at the bar. We spoke. She in a situation
I have been in before. That was comforting, knowing that shit didn’t
only happen to me. It takes a long time to get over it.
Almost
random 1
Cynthia is
on a detoxify gig right now. No cigs. No booze. No
caffeine. Nothing bad for the body. Maybe that is
a sign to do the same thing. It’s March. It’s
a great time to start with the beauty treatments.
Sam is drunk at the bar. Sam bit my stomach. Sam
belched. Sam is dressed nice. Sam is hot. I take
that back. Sam is deadly hot. Her best friend as
there; at the bar. Her best friend told me Sam farts.
That’s ok. So do I. Sleep to dream. ...more?
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random 2
I was a little bored today at the bar. Even though it had nice ladies hanging
around I just felt irritated. The days are moving bye to quickly. I was taking
my shooting for granted again and didn’t shoot up to standards. I have
a million things to do and I don’t know were to begin. I will make a list
of things to do and must accomplish. I will eat no junk food on Thursday. Well
maybe an oatmeal cookie or two. There is a crazy lady who live up stairs from
the bar complaining about the load music. The police came last night and asked
what is going on.
I
gave Michelle an iguana. I need to go to the pool hall and do
drills. I need to up date my website. I need to shave.
I need to get more ram for my i-book.
I need to get a new pair of shoes. I need to cut the ends of my hair. I need
to fix my teeth. I need to be converged in a way were I know I am not alone.
I am indebt up to my ears. I need
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Bush's
Gay Marriage Ban
by
Laura Conaway
I'd
Leave
the
Country,
but
My
Wife
Won't
Let
Me
Bush Takes Aim at My American Family
March 3 - 9, 2004
"I've
fantasized about leaving this country
since I was 12 years old, but never
more desperately than last Tuesday,
when the president announced that my
gay family should be banned by the
U.S. Constitution". ...more?
Bush's
Gay Marriage Ban by Laura Conaway
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Punk
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At what point is he going to take responsibility
for his actions? He walks the streets
of NYC gets arrested for drunk
and disorderly conduct one too
many times
and gets put on probation by the man. One more arrest and he goes to jail and
from jail the judge decides if he goes back to his country. This is his lively-hood-life.
In his other life, Pool, he again gets into many fights and gets many complaints
about his conduct and personality so now the man puts him on probation in his
recreational life. That was his pool life. Some of his friends laugh at the
fact that he is on probation, like
probation is a joke. Like the ones
who put him
on probation are a joke. These jokers wearing colorful smoking jackets with
water flowers filled with probation
sap are going to joke him out of
the APA and then
joke him out of the country. I yell at him for hurting himself so much, but
I’m
the only one doing it, Yo-William! He’s a grown man; he can do what he
wants. He seems to have friends that like to take a seat back and watch him slowly
go into a downward spiral. Only the devil pats you on the back for doing what
you want in a place were doing what you want scratches and rubs people the wrong
way around you. Disguising this behavior with terms, chimes and questions like, “isn’t
this a free country?” and “don’t I have rights to do and say
what I want?” Yeah sure, this old school-boring-ass-punk-rock-like-attitude
is ok; I guess, provide doing and saying what you want doesn’t take away
or hurt somebody else. I have seen this before, when I was a kid people told
me it’s none of your business William, if she wants to drink let her. Its
not your body its not your life, it’s a free country and she can do what
she wants. That was 20 years ago. 20 years later she is exactly what I was predicting
after I let it go, the living dead. People have a right in this country to be
assholes, people have a right to hurt themselve’s; Dr Covorkean’s
running ramped. I don’t feel bad. I know I tried.
Maybe the car swerving out of the way of the asshole lying in the street and
landing in a ditch killing everybody is maybe the real reason why you want
to help him. Lets back track a little. My buddy is lying down in the middle
of the
street and a car is coming, I attempt to move him out of the way and he say’s “hey
don’t touch me I have a right to lay here.” Do you leave him lying
there because he’s your buddy? Do you want to assume responsibility for
your buddy who doesn’t want to take responsibility for his action? You
see the consequence a mile away. What do you do? Do you let your buddy hurt
himself real bad because he asked you too? Or do you take responsibility and
deal with
the consequence?
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I
moved inside a little but that’s
ok… I got feeling-ya-know. I was
so barmy almost in rage but it was only for a split second not even that, it
was more like I thought I should of been, then I was calm then vacant then
I was back to normal. I don’t know
if it was logic that tamed the beast
or just another of the year ending thing.
It doesn’t move like it used too.
I don’t know why? Inside was like
fire, I find it hotter now than ever
before but it’s not burning me
like it use too; Johnny Blaze. I almost
wanted it to burn me just to see if can
feel. It was defiantly real but I just
didn’t
burn. Dare I say I miss the burn? Naaa, I’m just getting tired of it
or maybe the fire is getting on. Oh that’s scary. The fire will never
get old, it’ll just move through the brush burning different leaves.
Animals run. Smoke gets thick; when I get her alone I will give her my trick.
Mamma that’s
yummy. I feel sick it’s my dick Tracy getting racy.
My heart is heavy right now but I have the strength to carry the weight; some
how. I think time is spotting me; one more push feel the burn Fuentes. I’m
not even trying, I’m scared. Oh she so hot, and I’m getting so
cold all I think about is what if? Mmmmm every time I think about it my stomach
growls.
And my mouth waters. Bad taste good. I’ll never get a bite, I think.
Maybe I don’t want one, It’ll give me the runs. Like a wild animal
from a brush fire. I’ll never submit. I’m too proud. It gets loud
and we start all over again. U suck.
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I’m trying to think…
How do really feel about it, positioning the rook and watching her slip away.
Why o why do go in pursuit of the erroneous from the inside. No one sees the
rush of my blood. It’s a lonely stage; being stared at and watching every
one laugh at your outside. I did it to myself. I question were I’m am standing
these years, not in a good place not in a bad place just a place I’d rather
not be anymore. My desires can’t be bought home. I have to leave them
some were else. That sucks.
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waved hard core yesterday with my Tuesday team. It seems
winning big is losing big here in the NYC APA. The one
thing I wish I had accomplished on Monday which was accomplished
on Tuesday maybe wasn’t such a good wish after all.
I might have forgotten the good qualities of having Captainship
of the Outsiders appropriately named Rumble fish. The fall
season is coming to a close and our 50-odd-something Point
first place spot with a 9piont lead over the second place
team would seems to be a good thing. This sensation happening
on Tuesday night at the E-bar didn’t come free, its
has a fee; a big fee. The City finals doesn’t happen
until the summer of 2005 my Tuesday team would seem so
far the best candidates in our division to get there. But
it won’t happen if we have five level 5’s one
level 7 and two 4’s. This is what happens when you
win too much; you lose way too much. Our perfectly balanced
team of unified thinking, skill full cue ball manipulation,
pleasant harmonies sociological interaction, and plane
simple respect for each other is being victimized bye the
an imperfect system created by imperfect people. The rules
applied for the objective prevents you from reaching the
objective if your team wins to early, but if you try not
to win too early doesn’t that mean your sandbagging?
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 One of the keys to the success of the American Poolplayers
Association is The
Equalizer®, the unique handicapping
and scoring system that makes it possible for players of
different playing abilities -- especially novices and beginners
-- to
compete on an equal basis, much like they do in golf and
bowling. The Equalizer® uses a formula that measures
a player's ability. The result is a handicap of how many
games a player
must win to capture a match in 8-Ball or the number of points
a player must earn to win a match in the 9-Ball format.
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HOW HANDICAPS ARE DETERMINED – Your Local League
Office calculates and reports skill levels to the teams on
a regular basis. Your skill level determines how many games
you have to earn to win your match. Skill
levels are maintained, calculated and updated by the Local
League Office. The process includes a number of factors including
the application of specific mathematical formulas to the
data on the weekly scoresheets, win/loss records, Higher
Level Tournament performance, qualitative judgment by Handicap
Advisory Committees, and other considerations. You are asked
to refrain from attempting to keep your own records as it
is generally a disruptive practice. The APA appreciates your
cooperation with this policy.
ONCE SKILL LEVELS ARE ESTABLISHED – Now you can
look at how your skill level and the skill levels of the
other players interact to create the highly competitive atmosphere
that has made this League so successful. Remember you are
going to give or get games in 8-Ball. During regular weekly
League play, simply refer to the “Games Must Win” chart
shown below. This chart is printed on the scoresheets for
your convenience.
Don’t
Face the BIG DQ
by Elizabeth Wikoff
In any sport that uses a handicap system, there are always
people who try to cheat the system and ruin the meaning of
amateur sports. It is important to keep in mind that the
APA was designed for the AMATEUR player and offers amateur
players a fun and fair organized League system.
The Security and Accuracy of The Equalizer® Handicap
System is in Your Hands!
The Importance of Proper Scorekeeping
Our Official Team Manual defines Defensive Shots: A defensive
shot is a shot where the shooter deliberately misses so as
to pass his turn at the table on to his opponent. A safety
is a defensive shot because the shooter had no intention
of making a ball of his category. Intention is the key word.
Sometimes intent can be a matter of opinion and judgment,
but the scorekeeper’s judgment must be accepted by
the opposing player. Remember that defensive means deliberately
missed. Players with integrity call all safeties and intentionally
missed shots. The failure to mark defensive shots allows
players and teams to advance with inaccurate skill levels.
It is important to mark defensive shots correctly during
regular weekly League play and during National Tournaments.
If scores are properly marked from day one of the session
until the National Tournaments, disqualification would not
be an issue. Marking defensive shots does not hurt the honest
player. Be leery of players who argue against marking defensive
shots!
Most importantly, you must score the game as YOU see it.
Sandbagging is the unethical practice of keeping one’s
skill level lower than it should be by missing balls or even
by losing on purpose. If all deliberate misses (defensive
shots) were marked, there would not be successful sandbagging.
It is usually quite obvious when a player is sandbagging.
Occasionally, a coach can be heard telling his player to
miss a few times to run the innings up. It is important to
report this type of behavior. In order for sandbagging to
take place, BOTH players/teams must fail to follow the rules.
The shooter must deliberately cheat, and his/her opponent
must fail to mark the deliberate misses on the scoresheet.
SANDBAGGING: Sandbagging, in any handicapped sport, is the
unethical practice of playing well below your ability in
order to alter your handicap so it doesn't reflect your true
ability. There are a number of anti-sandbagging measures
in this League system. You can help by properly marking defensive
shots (see DEFENSIVE SHOTS in these Definitions) during regular
weekly play.
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I
had Some faggy feelings between Wednesday night
and Thursday morning. It might have been the b-12
vitamins or maybe the Aleve. But this song moved
me
Poem
for her…
You know what I miss… I miss "saying" how beautiful she was,
I felt alive revealing to her these things I see when she walks across room.
I can never make up those things I used to say. I have to see and smell and witness
to feel those loving things I used to say. I feel like I’m missing the
sunset now, I feel like I am missing the pleasure of staring at the moon. She; “who-is” that
witch inspired me. To feel beauty and the pleaser of telling, and then stepping
back an admiring from a far and watch it like a sun set just to experience
the anticipation to do it all over again on the
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hear... a voice say "Don't be
so blind"...
it's telling me all these things...
that you would probably hide...
am I... your one and only desire...
am I the reason you breath...
or am I the reason you cry...
Always... always... always... always... always... always... always...
I just can't live without you...
I love you...
I hate you...
I can't live without you...
I breathe you...
I taste you...
I can't live without you...
I just can't take anymore...
this life of solitude...
I guess that I'm out the door...
and now I'm done with you...
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I
didn’t make a move, I stood perfectly
still; after she said she was married.
She turned around and started crying.
I leaned over slowly to kiss her shoulder,
and she elbowed me in the chest and
said "and I’m not whore'!
I said ouch, but I wasn’t really
hurt. She turned around and said sorry,
then leaned closer to me and started
crying. As she lay on me I laid back
and stroked her hair slowly as I feel
her tears trickling down my chest.
I asked if she was hungry. “You
have to leave, my husband will be home
soon,” she answers. I knew she
was lying. There was no indication
of any man living in her home. Not
in the bathroom, not in the living
room, not in the bedroom, In fact she
barely had anything in her home, she
did not even have a plant. Looks like
she just moved in. I waited till she
got up off of me so I can get up and
get dressed. She is touching me in
a way she used to touch the other man
as she still cries. She finally got
up 45 minutes later and went to the
bathroom, I put on all my cloths but
I threw my tee shirt with a logo on
it that said “No
Fear” under her
bed. I went to the kitchen to rinse
and wash up then I looked in her fridge,
no food. I was starving, and my head
was pounding; still got a little cold.
I waited for her in the living room
by the front door. She
came out different, like she was on
guard, ready to do battle; ready to
tell me to fuck off if I thought she
was some cheap lay. Both her arms were
too her side's; she showed no fear.
I walk up to her slowly and slide my
hand through her arm and waist toward
the small of her back and slide my
other hand behind her neck. Her hands
were still too her sides as I lean
in too whisper gently in her ear. When
I finished telling her what she needed
to hear. We kissed gently. She asks
me if I was interested in having dinner
with her tonight. Before I answered,
she lifted both or her arms and laid
them on my shoulders and wrapped around
my neck and kissed me lovingly.
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No
I will not have dinner with her,
I will probably never see her again,
but I know I helped her let go of
that other man.
10:34pm
I just showered…Showered
so long my whole body is wrinkled.
Washed off the whole last 4 days
not including today. Haven’t
had a cig since Wed.
I
can breath deeper now. Oliver called,
he’s gona play tomorrow, so
is Vinny and Ana. I feel sexy. I
learned that I am not thinking like
a young man anymore, boy was I stupid.
I continue twice longer in bed with
woman now that I did when I was 23.
I
love women. A woman is like a country.
And the exploration is the pleasurable
part. Even if it’s dangerous
sometimes.
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 Seraphim
says " Hey will can ya take that shit down ya wrote
about me, ya make me sound mean" And I say " You
Didn’t say anything I haven’t heard before,
your not mean don’t worry." Stuart told me once
at a triannul match Rumble fish was dominating one season. "William
your team is the most unorthodoxy team I have ever seen,
your captain-ship is like no one else’s." my
point? I don’t know. Anyway I love Julie, I
love Julie I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie
I love
Julie I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie I love
Julie I
love Julie I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie
I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie
I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie
I love
Julie
I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie
I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie
I love
Julie
I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie
I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie
I love
Julie
I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie
I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie
I love
Julie
I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie
I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie
I love
Julie
I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie
I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie
I love
Julie
I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie
I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie I
love Julie I love
Julie
I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie
I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie
I love
Julie
I love Julie I love Julie I love
Julie I love Julie
I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie I
love Julie I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie
I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie
I love
Julie
I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie
I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie I love Julie
I love
Julie
I love Julie I love Julie |
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was having a good day right up until Seraphim say I’m not too happy with the Monday team
William. “ It’s a nice team but I can’t
help but feel it has this almost off-putting feeling about
it”. I stood quite when she said that, because I know
exactly what she means. “Don’t leave my team
Seraphim,” I say to her. I try to sell her the “stay-on” reasons
but it was weak. 5-playoffs, 2-plack’s 3-MVP’s
and 34 trophies in just a little over 12 months was not enough
to convince her to stay. “The team is not too-together
Will.” Following those words from Seraphim, Donald
comes in sarcastically with “maybe we all should sit
together and get along real well like that team we played
last time, ya-know, that team that sat together and spoke
to each other and got along, Donald starts laughing at the
thought of that team that got along so well, Donald starts
to make fun of the get-along-with-each-other-team. “Cant
we all just get along?” He described compared and made
fun of them in all kinds of whimsical ways. Making it a gag
that they simply respected each other and got along. Donald
fond there togetherness a comic story that day, it can be
of course, like anything else, but the fact that they were
all pissed drunk that night and happily bumbled around the
table with there forth placed score, didn’t fight with
each other or anyone near bye and got along with each other
kind of slapped me in the face. That team never worked like
that before. Perhaps it could be their negative element is
no longer present? I just couldn’t see what was so
funny about it. Negativity can be disused in many ways. Some
times the obvious is not what it seems. I tried so hard to
put together a good team; and the team is good but just about
everybody on my Monday team is an independent person in one-way
or another. A totem pole of the unconstrained. Orphan, black
sheep, single, a stranger in a stranger land. A crowd lover
but a people hater. It might be this fierce independence
slash regulators that’s keeping my team fragmented
and together at the same time. This is a terrible imbalance,
being your own worse enemy. I have to renovate this matter
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here
is an entry I wrote on the last day of December
2003 write befor the new year began.
Did I follow my resolutions?
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The
last day of the year, or least
in America. This final day started with
me taking a shower for about an hour; washing
off 2003. Checking my email only to discover
that it has been cancelled. williamfuentes@nyc.com
is no-more. It is now wfuentes@nyc.com,
what ever. Spoke to my gothic flower, She
is more Gothic now than ever before. Of
course I am much appreciated of that. I
think I shaved a little today.
Resolutions suck…
But if have to make any, here they go
Top 10 Resolutions 2004.
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1.
Stop smoking for 11 months…
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2. “No mercy on the pool table, its just not
professional kid” Paul Newman The Color of Money. I will show
no mercy on the pool table ….I did not enjoy beating people I
got along with or liked in the past, even though they like beating
me. Self-esteem problem is now fixed. Fuck-hem, deal with the woopin
your Gona get from me now. Of course I wont be judgmental about it.
Your now gona see the principles of fine-art brought to the pool table.
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3. Keep a cool head under
pressure.
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4. Don’t over-compliment other pool players.
People sometimes look like condescending pricks when they do that.
I don’t want to look that.
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5. Get a new apartment. Or buy a truck wich ever comes
first.
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6. Go to the gym, get my boyish figure back, bricks,
butt all that good stuff.
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7. Take a break from the APA at some point.
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8. Drink more, date more, and keep my head up more.
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9. Don’t upsess with anything other than my
art.
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10. Get a new hair do.
There ya go. Ill be taking off soon. Gona hang out get my groove-on.
How ever I do it.
Ps: no vomiting out of a cab. This year.
Any
comments? Dec
31 2003/2004
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November
29 Monday Masha--8-ball on the break......
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Rumblefish
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