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Saturday, 14 February 2009

Bad Bad Parental Choices...I'm Sorry it came down to this.

Ok, So Me and a few aquaintences decided we were going to a bar tonight. We played a couple games of pool and had a couple beers, and a couple shots. Then we thought how boring and decided to go watch the new Friday the 13th movie. And woudn't you know some ignorant couple brought their little kid to the movie. Couldn't tell how old, but he/she had been whining on and off throughout the movie thus far. Finally someone spoke up and asked if they could take the baby home. Daddy didn't take to this too kindly. I can't exactly recall all the words thrown around, but it came down to Daddy tellin some guy down below in the dark to shut the hell up. So, what does he say? "Come make me shut up". So Daddy gets up walks down there and starts askin who said that?...No-one spoke up right away, but somebody did say, "we all said it". Then Daddy says, "I'll whoop all of you" Now me, I am exactly in the middle of the theatre. Dissapointed no one took real action I stood and spoke. I said to the dude, "Do you really want it to come down to this? You've already proven your a bad parent by bringing the kid to this movie to begin with. Are you only going to further prove what a bad father you are by challenging the whole theatre in front of your kid? Do you really believe you can whoop us all?" And he broke me right there and said, "Damn right I do. And you can be the first." I took off my vest, walked down to the big middle isle by way of walking over people's seats, and I said, "Buddy, I really don't wanna embarras you more than you know you already are in front of your kid, girl, and all these people". And that was the end of talking right there because he lunged a real pathetic swing to my head, and I had at least 5 inches on him in height, so I easily ducked backward, catching his right arm, and using his momentum against him as I was trained to do, and threw him into the theatre wall. I didn't go after him. I gave him another opportunity to just leave. He declined and put his fists up, this time approaching me a little more carefully. He swung straight at me this time, not putting any back into it so he could recover a little quicker. I dodged and laughed at him. And he threw another. I dodged. Then he began to back up, so I asked him, "Are you done?" "He said hell no." So, I said to myself, "F*ck it", And I leaped at him, driving my right knee into his chin, causing him to buckle and fall back into the theatre wall again. This time I followed him to the wall. I held him up with two hands full of hair and kept sending left knee and right knee into both sides of his rib cage. After about 7 blows he finally he said, "Ok. Ok." So I let him go and headed to my seat. Then I saw his girl, and another girl tangled up in her seat. I was told she tried going after me but this chic latched onto her and didn't let go. Thank god for that because I would have gotten my *ss handed to me me by this chic, because I wouldn't have layed a hand on her. Then two older guys picked up Bad Daddy and showed him the exit door. And a couple other people escorted the chic with her kid to the exit. Then, as corny as it goes, the entire theatre clapped and it was back to the movie. Now I know it sounds like forever, but the whole thing didn't last longer than five min. I had a mission to get into a fight tonight, but not like that....I feel bad for the life style that kid is going to endure with such ignorant parents. And I am damn glad the entire theatre had the same opinion as a whole and no-one went to geta worker, or call the cops.

Tuesday, 10 February 2009

In my opinion some situations call for action. Should I be punished by law for defending myself?
Have you ever been unexpectedly attacked? Like say from behind, and forced to defend yourself? Many of us have and have faced punishment by law for it. I have literally been told by a judge that I should have rolled into a ball fall to the ground and take the beating then let the cops handle the rest.
Fuck that. What if they are out to kill me? Just roll over and die? I don't think so. That isn't what I'm about and that damn sure isn't what America is about otherwise there would be no America. So, I was attacked by a couple of guys, for what? I don't know. But I wound up getting the upperhand on both of them and because I was giving the blows by the time the cops got there it looked bad in my favor and the cops spoke against me in court. What did I get? 180 days county time, two year probation, and you won't even believe this one...anger management! What! Yea.... THe system needs to be redesigned people. But why these days won't anybody stand together and fight? The government has too much power. We are slaves and don't even realize it.

Sunday, 08 February 2009

Where is the place you go to get away from it all?

I usually go to the stars. If I am really troubled I will usually go find some place that seems to be desolate with a wide open veiw of the night sky. I feel very tranquil, at ease, and I feel closer to God. I just sit, lay, stand, and just gaze up to the heavens and everything is peaceful. I don't think of that morning where I'm wondering what I am getting up for. I don't think about the money trouble, and how I'm going to pay that damn electric bill. And I don't think about the everyday troubles within society. All Is Blank. All is good.

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Tuesday, 03 February 2009

Have you ever had a bad experience with a roommate? How did you deal with the problem?

Ok. I once was great friends with someone. We hung out all the time and we always had fun. Even on the most boring of days. Times began to get rough in our days of responsibility, so we pulled together, as loyal friends do, and split bills on a home. It was all good at first. Ya know the freedom, the partying, not being hounded by parents, and house rules were our own. And there problems are automatically created. Everyone has their ideal home life. Ours had clashed harder than the titans. He was dirty and smoked in the house. That was a problem for me. Your own personel bedroom I don't care what it looks like. But the rest of the house has to be kept clean. He kept beer bottles and ashtrays everywhere. As a good friend ya would have thought I'd have known he had a drinking problem, but I didn't til I lived with him. So, another problem was I could not keep female company. Ya see It turned out I didn't really know my "friend" at all. He was a pervert and his drinking would only amplify it big time. One night I had the company of two lady friends and we were in my room chillin, laughin, and bullshit'n. The usual hang out coversations, and video games. Home comes (lets call him Jane) Jane. He comes into my room and gives the normal what up, but witta grin on his face. Then he says,"goin for a threeby huh Jarret? Can't share?" Then he begins to act like a complete idiot from there. Runnin up my wall and fallin falat on his back, stumbling over the girls, spillin my rum all over my playstation, which this went on for numerous occations. One of the girls goes downstairs to get on the computer and to use the bathroom. About ten minutes pass and Jane goes downstairs. So Chrissy and I are chillin, talkin, gettin a little sexual, "if you will". So I begin to get her shirt off and in busts Jane outta nowhere through a locked door. Comes and plops down and puts his arm around me and gets close to my face with this huge drunk cheesy smile on his face and says, "So, what are you doin?" Now I aint gonna lie, the way this happened and the way he said it was funny, but oh so damned aggrevating. And back out he goes. So after that we were like forget it and just layed there in silence for a good 20 minutes. Chrissy then wonders what her friend Jenny was doing. So I went down to check on her. She wasn't at the computer and she wasn't on the front porch having a smoke. The bathroom light was on. I go knock and open the door. Theres Jane butt naked all leaned up against the bathroom counter and Jenny sittin on the counter. Jakes says go away, so I begin to close the door, however Jenny lipped to me not to leave her. So, then I'm like, " hey Jane? What are you doing?" He says, "Whats it look like I'm doing dumbass?" So I ask Jenny, "Are you wanting to do this Jenny?" And She says, "No! I told him to get off me but he forced me onto the counter and grabbed me by the throat!" So, how did I handle the situation? Did I ask him nicely to knock it off and go to bed? No. Did I call the cops? Hell no. What I did was walk up and grabbed his punk ass up by his neck, drug him outside butt-ass- naked and beat the living shit right the fuck up outta him! Then I duck taped his ass up to the computer chair and took him to the garage where I poured a jugg of water on him, and hooked up a 12 volt battery to his dick and gave him exactly what he deserved. Then I sold all his shit on e-bay.
Based on true events....

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Monday, 02 February 2009

Devil's Pie

Johnny was the devil, Johnny had some pie
Johnny ate it all and now he's really high
Johhny had a friend ans his friend had some hash
Johnny was real desperate so he gave up all his cash
Now Johnny's hungary , but he has no food
he can't pay his rent and he don't know what to do
Johnny's in the streets and he's all alone
He scrounges up quarter and he uses a payphone
He hears a voice, the voice says hello
It is Johnny's father a father he don't know
Johnny tried to speak but then began to choke
Instead of words coming out it was a cloud smoke
The man hung up he thought it to be really strange
Johnny thought to himself now its time to make a change
Johny woke up early next day
He drank so much he passed out on the freeway
Now Johnny's hitch-hiking
but he dont know where he's going
He's got himself so stressed his blood pressures over-flowing
A trucker picked Johnny up and asked him where hes' been
Johnny looked at him confused and answered Michigan
The trucker looked at Johnny and gave a grimly grin
He pulled out a hand gun and said Johnny count to ten
Dead now is Johnny for him it is too late
Let this be a lesson, that we choose our fate