Been busy, you know??? I'll be back before you know it. I did do a drunken post on why I think hate is more powerful than love...but once I read it sober, I didn't buy it. So maybe I'll re-write it for a future post. Anyway...

...damn, my footprints haven't been this low since I first started! But I can't say I blame anyone but myself. I have been a lazy bastard! Anyway, see you soon.

Algun Dia Vas A Pagar Por Tu Maldad, Miguel

I'm guesstimating that the year was around 1985. It happened in North Hollywood, on Whitsett Ave, in between the Saticoy St. split. I was visiting a friend who lived in one of the many apartment complexes in that area. While I was there, there was a certain heavy set lady that managed to climb the rail (that has since been replaced by a high chain-link fence) that was above the170 Freeway overpass, just before the Sherman Way exit. She stepped on the ledge and held on to the rail facing the oncoming traffic as she worked her way to the middle. She was obviously very scared. Before too long there were hundreds of people all outside waiting to see the outcome. She wanted to jump but lost her nerve every time she went to let go. The traffic below kept on moving unmercifully. She cried and wiped tears from her face several times. The scene lasted for a while. During this time, my friends and I had worked our way across the street and were busy telling this lady to stop wasting our time and to jump already! We even threw small rocks at her to give her the extra boost. After torturing this poor woman with our indifference and stupidity for a good ten minutes, we heard sirens getting louder as they approached. A fire engine, ambulance, and several black and whites were coming. This it seemed was her salvation, or her cry for help answered. But unexpectedly, instead of making things better, it gave her the boost she needed to follow through with her conviction. She jumped.

Within a minute, things went back to normal and people went back inside their habitations. It didn't mean a whole lot to me back then. In fact, the incident was forgotten almost immediately. But over twenty years later...I still remember the part I played in this woman's demise. Could I have changed the outcome? Would some words of encouragement, or an extended hand have made a difference? I'll never know. What I do know is that it's a horrible thing to have been a part of. I am deeply ashamed. 

Perhaps it's youth, and maybe stupidity...but this is no laughing matter. I cringe when I come across comments or posts about other people "faking" suicide or trying to get attention and traffic to their sites by talking about it. Again, who knows? Maybe. Maybe not. I know that I for one don't want anything else on my conscience. I have enough already. I'll leave it to someone else to learn that lesson for themselves.

Just so you know, it's not an easy thing to live with. Take it from your uncle Migs.

**Perhaps I didn't make myself clear. What I'm saying is that we shouldn't judge other people's sincerity when it comes to that subject. Why take the chance? Who are we to say what's true?

If I Had Been In A Terrible Industrial Accident, THEN I'd Worry!

As you've probably guessed, the last post got me a first class ticket to the doghouse. What sucks worse than that, is the fact that nobody took my side on the matter. Where's the love, huh? That made S.O. even more empowered by her now, recently validated righteous anger. Thanks, Xanga! But, I stand behind what I said. And furthermore, will not retract my post or my words. In fact, I've had wonderful, restful, and heaven sent rest lately. No knees jabbing me in the back. Nobody hogging all the blankets. Not having to twist in Gumby-like positions for lack of room on the bed. It has been great! I confess, rather lonely...for the most part. But aaah...I'll let you in on a little secret....

I have a beautiful and long forgotten friend that has helped me cope in these lonely times. We lost touch a while back....forever ago it seems. But we have recently been introduced and have become inseperable once again. It's been almost magical.  ==>

And of course...

You Should Be Thankful For That Imagination!

It's not often that I post about arguments or fights that I get into with my S.O.. Truth be told, she reads my blog, and I suppress a lot of damn funny stuff for her sake....or rather, for my sake...so I don't miss out on the late night mambo that she graciously rations out on occasion...like if the stars are aligned just right, and or Saturn's moons are...nevermind, let me stop right there. But there are some things that need to be said. And though this may cost me many a lonely night for the next few weeks, I have to say it. Besides, there's always alternatives.

Okay, I admit. Men are naturally dirty minded. We take the most innocent of things and turn them into porn in our minds. Hey, guilty as charged. But you want to know what? That imagination can be your friend as well. You women can use it to your advantage. And in fact, you do...probably without even realizing it. Let me qualify what I'm saying:

Gross. I know. But I have a point. Now, regardless of how many men out there deny this, or swear on the Bible that it isn't the case, it is. Every man who has witnessed the miracle of childbirth, has had this thought enter his mind, "Holy shit! This kid has just ruined her [enter any term for vagina here] forever!"

Now, even though we have just witnessed your vaginal opening withstand an 8 lbs, 3oz monstrosity coming out a few months back...we still think that we can hurt you in bed. We give it every effort. Now, as if that wasn't enough, we can also pretend that it still feels the same. I'll bet that almost all of you women have asked their man if they could tell the difference, to which we reply, "No, dear...it's better than ever." Imagination. Plain and simple.

Now, not to talk shit...because I know how hard a thing it is to carry a baby for 9 months and also how horrific it is to see you go through childbirth...but the fact is that it is a rare woman who can get back to her original factory condition. Let's face it...you normally add on a few pounds. Especially after a few kids.

Again, our imagination is your best friend. For every man knows that beauty is only a lightswitch away...

And the reason we can still perform is, because in the dark, our imagination can stretch even further. And though it may shock you...it's not you that we're with! Take that!

Thoughts?

Lesson Learned