ITLR: Declarations of War

i’m sure you guys recall my schooling you on the fine art of buying a buddy a present . well, i should have pointed out that when you tool on a pal, you should should expect retaliation (especially when he has a key to your house) once you’ve launced your first volley. i most certainly expected my friend to come back at me.

there are some rules to said warfare. which boils down to one simple rule. as the mafia credo dictates, “no women, no children.”

as i sat dining with my sister, mom, and niece on a tasty jerk rub mahi sammich; i recieved a text. i ignored it and continued enjoying my last dinner with the family as i would be heading back to lovely jax the next morning. we dined, shared laughs, sampled each other’s dining choice, and passed a grand ole’ time.

 my nommy nom nommer jerk mahi with cucumber cream sauce sammich

my nommy nom nommer jerk mahi with cucumber cream sauce sammich

as i sat in the back seat of my sister’s car with my niece, i checked my phone and noticed i had a text frmo my buddy that was house sitting and watching my son. “aaaw. look at yer new girlfriend.”

a breach of protocol, and an obvious declaration of war. it's on.

a breach of protocol, and an obvious declaration of war. it’s on.

dead. fucking dead. no women. no children. the streets will flow with the blood of my Son’s defiler.

stay up.


My Guide to Visiting New Orleans

so…..

you’ve done Vegas, LA, NYC, Boston, DC. but have you ever been down to the NO? i’ve had more than one inquiry from readers that were set to visit my fair city and i gave a list of ideas on what to do. since i’m lazy, i’ve decided to finally post about what to see/do in New Orleans. i’d recommend going march to early may, and september-november. halloween is ALWAYS party time in NO. i’d avoid going mid-may-auguest as it’s hot as fuck.

fisrt things first; NO is divided into 2 major areas: downtown and uptown. downtown is the home of the french quarter and all the iconic crap you see on most post cards. uptown is everything below hwy 90. if you look on a map and follow I-10, you’ll notice it suddenly curves north-westardly. you’ll see a split at the curve heading across the mississippi river; this is hwy 90 or pontchartrain expwy. this is the dividing line between dwt/upt. cool? we will cover both sections in 2 parts: day/night.

we’ll start with downtown during the day.

downtown is the home of the french quarter: bourbon st (titties), royal, decatur, jackson’s square, the river walk, etc. you can easily spend 1/2 a day in the quarter. first: parking. you can pay to park or park somewhere along esplanade ave which is free. the only downside is parking on espalanade is that it’sconsidered “residential” parking and there’s a supposed 2 hour limit. you may/may not be ticketed. i’ve only been ticketed once parking in the quarter and it was for being outside the designated line. OR you can drive through the quarter and hope you find a spot. after 11am- forget it. in most cases pay-to-park puts you right next to all the main attractions/sites. i’d recommend the one next to jax brewery, a 5 minute walk to Jackson’s square.

FrenchquarterMAP

this is jackson's square

this is jackson’s square

head out around 10am and park. stroll on over to jackson square and just enjoy the area: stop in St. Louis Cathedral, watch the painters, just have a lazy stroll. then head over across the street and stop at cafe du monde (world famous) for a cup of cafe au lait and an order of beignets (french donut covered in powdered sugar) and listen to the street musicians and relax. once you’re done head up decatur street until you run into the French Market. stroll the french market (which could easily eat up an hour or so) and browse the wares. prices are usually negotiable.

from there, hop on decatur and check out Hex’s. NOW, i know many of you readers are very religious so i’ll warn you: it’s a “witchery store”. i go there and get my palm/cards read every time i go to the city. ask for Denise, tell her i sent you. she’s a certified voodoo priestess, VERY powerful medium, and dear friend. just describe me. lol. along the same lines, if you’re into this sort of thing, check out Reverand Zombies Voodoo Shop. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do not take pictures or touch any of the “offering” alters. before i met Denise, this was my go to card reading place.

by now, you’ve probably built up an appetite and want something to grub on. this is where it get’s tricky since choosing a restaurant in the quarter is like picking your favorite kid. so, i’ll recommend the following:

Johnny’s on st.louis and decatur. have the roast beef po-boy. expect a line, but well worth it.

Central Grocery on decatur between dumaine and st. phillip. the link is from a NO food blog as central’s actual webpage blows goats. get a muffuletta. they come in 1/2’s and full. now, this is a VERY big sammich. 1/4 should be enough for one person. grab a bottle of barq’s root beer and head to a park bench along the river (notice where the blogger noshes his). i have MANY childhood memories of eating a muffuletta along the river with mom, sis, maw-maw and paw-paw.

Cafe Maspero on decatur and toulousse. it’s basically a deli with local cuisine.

Angeli’s on decatur and gov. nicholls. kind of bohemian. this is a local “secret spot” and if you feel in the mood for something different they have GREAT food.

Pere Antione on royal and st. ann. this is classic creole and cajun cuisine. a bit pricier but WELL worth it. i’d recommend ordering from the “Louisiana Classics and New Orleans Favorites”. i always get the crawfish etouffe, and my mom loses her shit for the “mushrooms tchoupitoulas” (chop-eh-too-lus).

Port-O-Call on esplanade and dauphine. best burger in the city, HAND’S DOWN. it’s been on foodTV and travel channel. they serve STRONG drinks, steaks, and a MONSTER burger, THAT’S IT. you gotta respect a place that keeps the menu that basic. again, this is if you just want a simple yet amazing burger experience. also usually the choice of pre-drinking grub.

Acme Oyster House on iberville between bourbon and royal. GREAT seafood. the oyster rockafeller soup is insane. the “NO Specialties” portion of the menu is VERY good, but i’d recommend the 1/2 and 1/2 seafood platter. and trust me, the portions are HUGE.

i’m sure you realize there are MANY other places i could recommend, but these are my go-to list for a visitor to my city. when in doubt, if a place cathces your eye, check the menu and see if it’s up your alley.

so, you’ve stuffed your belly, and done a bit of walking. this is when i’d recommend heading to bourbon st. yes, you heard that right- tourist mecca. first off, stop into Tropical Isle and order a large hand grenade. HOWEVER, it is VERY strong. if the bar keep happens to be a tall, good looking white dude named Tim, tell him i sent you. just describe me, if it’s him he’ll know. tell him i brought my Paw Paw there once. this gentleman also knows my ex-Lyssia (she used to tend bar there). cool guy. kick back, enjoy your drink, enjoy the music (there’s usually a guy singing) and people watch. that’s our favorite past-time in the NO. i can’t tell you how many tourists i’ve had great conversations with in Tropical Isle. please keep in mind, locals are VERY friendly. that’s usually the first thing tourists tell me.

now, walk out of TI and head to your left. next on the agenda is Lafittes Blacksmith Shop. this is a must see as it reputed as being the oldest structure used as a bar in the US. it’s soooooo seedy and mysterious and cool. stop in and have a beer if you like, or just step in and get a feel for the nostalgia.

you may have noticed you passed a kinda gay set of clubs as you crossed St. Phillip. well, thats because you’ve officially crossed into the NO gay community epicenter. don’t fret, you’ll be fine, they don’t bite. but it would be in your best interest to put aside any homophobia or dislike for the gays. k. now, as you mosey on down to Laffite’s you might notice a joint tucked away to your right called
The Clover make a note of it, we’ll be discussing it later. the club Oz is where playboy visits when they’re in town. the club across the street is the one i used to dance in. what, don’t judge me.

after some time head down to Krazy Korner. ask for Marianna (i THINK she still works there, but i haven’t seen her the last few times i’ve stopped in) or Angie (she’s the manager). if neither are there head over to Bourbon St Blues Company (no link, sorry). once you get there ask for Angie (again she’s a manager and barkeep, i went to high school with her). if she’s working, tell her i said “Kisses Schmoops”. if she’s not there, no biggie. grab a seat and enjoy the show. if it’s daytime there should be an MC on the stage. order a beer (you’ll probably get three since it’s buy one get 2 free…..YEAH) and grab a spot at the bar and relax. remember, there’s no rush, you’re in the big easy- kick back and relax. plus, if it’s hot as balls out, enjoy the AC.

me and Angie

me and Angie

by now it should be late afternoon and you might find yourself getting hungry, i’ve already covered that. and now for some of what we in NO call Lagniappe (something extra). if you’d like you can visit my favorite used book store. “Acadian Books” just behind the St. Louis Cathedral at 714 orleans ave. if you blink, you’ll miss it. or my other book haunt, “Librairie Book Shop” just to the right of the Cathedral at 823 Chartres

ok. by now you might be pretty pooped, head back to your hotel cop a shower and get ready for tonight. OH, where are you staying? if i may; let me recommend The Royal St. Inn. this place is CHOICE. it’s swanky, it’s cool, kind of sleazy, and it’s AFFORDABLE, well…..realtively so. if i may, book “The Marigny” or “The Mississippi” suite. ok….ok, it’s $159 a night. but it’s WELL worth it. besides, one of the primary local hang-outs is the bar beneath your room (the R bar), plus it’s walking distance to all the places i’ve mentioned above. of course, feel free to book anywhere else you deem best.

now….the quarter after dark. first things first.

DISCLAIMER!!!!!! NO is a VERY dangerous place late at night. when walking out in the quarter, the biggest mistake tourists make is being blindingly drunk and stumbling about. usually, they hem you up on the cross streets. so if YOU MUST cross from bourbon to decatur, walk in the middle of the road. this enables you to keep a distance from the deep doorways where the thugs out to rob lie in wait. on the main streets: royal, decatur, bourbon- you’re fine. we good? good. also, there’s really no point going above bourbon street at night.

first thing you as a tourist must know is: clubs/bars don’t shut down in NO. so, we usually don’t start our night until 10-11. secondly, we drink…..A.LOT. HOWEVER, pace yourself. don’t pound drinks, sip, savor, and relax and let your night unfold. thirdly, put some food in your belly before heading out, and never, ever, EVER, eat a lucky dog. also. be aware, the closer to canal street you get, the shadier it gets. so, stay off canal at night.

now as touristy and hokey as it sounds i highly recommend the Haunted History Tour. now these are comprised of: ghost, cemetery, vampire, and various other walking tours. you get a history lesson and it is actually a pretty interesting tour. take your pick. after the tour….

stop over at Molly’s and mix in with the locals. again, this is not a touristy spot. these people are locals. sit back, grab a beer and enjoy yourself. don’t be shy about being a tourist either, if anyone asks you where you’re from, tell them and then mention you know a local who recommended the place. see….that’s not so hard. hell, we LOVE talking to tourists. remember the R bar i mentioned earlier, yeah…..that place is tits too. you gotta respect a bar that offers haircuts and a shot for $10. wanna grab a drink, listen to some live music, shoot some pool…..and DO YOUR LAUNDRY???? well, Check Point Charlie’s has you covered: right there on esplanade and decatur. just be advised, the place CAN be rough. lol.

feel free to mosey on back to bourbon (hell, i always start my night with a hand grenade) and watch the debauchery unfold. just realize, 99% of the places you visit are tourist spots. no harm in it, hell, you ALWAYS see something funny on bourbon at night, especially TIT-TAYS!!!!!!!
it also might be time to refuel at The Clover. i recommend the cheeseburger with egg. best post-drinking food in the city IMHO.

New Orleans Night Game.

oh, i know what you were waiting for. “where does Danny go hunting?” truth be told, the quarter isn’t really conducive to pick-up. but the one place that you can do well is The Gold Mine. don’t even bother going before 11. matter of fact, i’d shoot for 12-1 am. it’s in an old stable and it’s loud, sweaty and usually packed. they play every type of music and have a pool table. i’ve scooped a chick at the gold mine more than once. it’s usually PACKED with girls.

now, picking up on bourbon would seem like a dead lock. i mean, it’s a bunch of tourist chicks from mississippi, alabama, texas, and florida looking to do shit they never mention to the rest of their friends back home. however, the cock-block factor is HUGE. but, you can pull, it’s not impossible. i prefer to meet a tourist during the day, number close and promise to show her the REAL parts of the city later that evening. one good method is gaming the shot girls working on bourbon. usually, they tend to be pretty, well….let’s just say more willing to “show a tourist the good drinking spots”. if anything, get in good with one and have her invite you out with her friends. i usually end my night with a stop at the clover (linked above) for a post drink cheese-burger with blue-cheese and fried egg. at 4am, it’s heaven. you know you have a drinking problem when you know how to find the bathroom at the clover. only locals will get that reference.

meet the Morning 40. a GREAT local band that has since broken up. they were a group of fun-loving, unapologetic, proudly alcoholic, fun-loving boys from the 9th ward. did i mention NO also has a GREAT music scene. At least i got to see them perform once.

MC Trachiotomy. a local guy that does his own production and lyrics. he’s a virtual one-man band and fave among the local indie music snobs. met him once, he’s cool as fuck.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE visit Preservation Hall for some amazing jazz. House of blues usually has some decent gigs, and there’s a few different place good for live shows. check the “whereyat” link i’ll provide later for shows. also, if you listen to WTUL they usually give out free tickets. if they announce tix for a show you’d like, call in (504-865-5885) they’ll give you 2 free tickets. show up at the venue, tell them you’re on the “TUL list”, show ID and BOOM…..you’re in. can’t beat free.

metal….SURE, we do metal as well, but a few on them lean towards the “satanic” side. i usually see them when they play at House of Shock. would it surprise you to know that they’ll all Catholics? lol.

EyeHateGod. what we call in NO “sludge”. cool guys as well.

for any other info on what’s going down while you visit, please check out: WhereYat Magazine. it’s updated monthly. the friday paper also offer a “Lagniappe” section that breaks down what’s going on for the coming week. music, museum exhibits, festivals. all of it. OH, the WWII Museum is a good place check out. Paw-Paw has a brick there dedicated to him. hope all this helps.

i’m still working on the “Uptown” post. lol.

stay up.


Artistic Integrity vs Misandry/Misogyny: NSFW

this post might offend some of you, but i’m posting in in hopes it will cause you to do a little thinking. there’s a quiz at the end. i rarely post something along the lines of this post, but sometimes you have to say, fuck it.

DISCLAIMER!!!!!!!!! NSFW
the video clip for the movie below is VERY NSFW. i had a VERY hard time deciding whether to post this or not. this post has been sitting in the draft section for a loooooooong time. i think i’ve been blogging long enough to where you readers know this clip is not something i personally advocate, but use as an example as a spectrum of misogyny/misandry in the arts. i will ask the readers a serious question at the end of this post and you don’t need to write your reply. just think about it and answer it honestly.

like most horror fans, i watched and liked “hostel”. i thought it was brutal, and original, and ballsy. i also liked that none of the actors were a-listers. to me that gives a movie more credibility and i’m more able to suspend disbelief. so of course i saw hostel II when it came out. well, i was conflicted; something about it didn’t quite sit well with me, but i couldn’t put my finger on it. SPOILER the movie ends with the female protagonist turning the table on her tormentor and she kills him to “join the club”. she has to kill him, so she ends up cutting off his dick and throwing it to a german shepard that heartily feasts on it. given she knows the nature of the club and how her 2 friends were murdered, i can understand her method of dispatching her would be killer.

well, then i read an interview with the writer and director (eli roth) after the movie had been out 2-3 weeks. he was questioned about the “death scenes” of the protagonists and mr. roth informs us that the most difficult thing for him in terms of making the movie was ensuring that it didn’t give off the vibe of being misogynistic.

WHAAAAAAAT!!!!!!

this is when it hit me, and i now HATE roth as a disingenuous douchefuck. so cutting a man’s mule off and feeding it to an animal is ok becasue well, you can’t have men torturing women because it’s misogynistic and sexist and people might take offense. DESPITE the fact that the “club” exists to torture people. a few countries, including japan refused to show the film. overseas you get a “yay” or “nay” to show your movie. japan refused to show hostel 2 because in the first film a japanese woman has her face burned off. i wonder if THAT is why misogyny was a taboo subject to the second installment of the franchise. and trust me, i lived in japan for 3 years, they are NOT concerned with misogyny. a common scenario in a lot of japanese porn revolves around a man or mostly GROUPS of older men molesting a younger girl (typically on a train). the “club exists to torture and kill POEPLE, so he obviously wasn’t concerned with coming off as misogynistic in the first film, and i certainly didn’t take it that way.

as far as i’m concerned roth has lost all credibility as a filmmaker or “artist”. whatever happened to artistic intergrity? i guess when profits MIGHT suffer you grab your ankles and become another corporate lap-dog. although, hollywood being what it is, i’m not REALLY surprised. honestly, even if i disagree with the message you may be putting out, i’ll respect the hell out of you expressing it especially knowing you’re gonna catch flak.

consider the above: exhibit A.

i was in hong kong buying bootleg DVD’s with my boy because, well…..that’s what you do in asia. i had heard about this new movie by gaspar noe called irreversible the concept and structure of the storyline intrigued me. the film starts at the ending and plays back to where it ends at the beginning of the story. it’s a tad anticlimactic but it’s a VERY good movie and mr. noe pulls it off well. of course the climax of the movie is what it’s most well known for. i found a copy of it and watched it. well, i BARELY made it through the first 15-20 minutes. it was VERY uncomfortable to watch. most people just can’t stomach the begining of the film. i’ve had more than one person return it and said the couldn’t get past the “fire extinguisher” scene. a few couldn’t get past the gay sex club part at the very begining (whereas personally, i was watching it with a moist tent in my shorts. i digress).

as an INTJ, when i find something i like i become obsessed with studying it. i went on amazon and found his first film was “i stand alone”. the story line reads like a post on the spearhead. man get dumped by mom as a kid, drops out of school, becomes a butcher, get a chick pregnant, she bails, he works/saves to buy his own place, kid is mute, tragedy with daughter, dad kills man who turns out to be innocent for the “crime” on his daughter, he goes to jail, gets out, daughter is in an institution, works at a bar, get shrew owner pregnant, moves in with her, she berates him at every turn, then…..

the scene. what occurs in this scene is so brutal it would NEVER be even scripted by and american writer for the big screen. and if he did, the MPAA would give it the dreaded NC-17, IF they allowed it to be played at all. SPOILER!!!! quit reading now if your prefer to view it yourself, but i’d prefer you watch rather than read as your reaction will be key. it MUCH more visceral when you watch it without knowing. at minute 22:50, in the middle of one of her tirades against him, he snaps and begins repeatedly punching her in the stomach. he steals her gun, and leaves. telling himself he did the kid a favor.

from that point the protagonist (and you REALLY feel for this guy) continues down a path with no hope of happiness. it’s dark, it’s brooding, it’s the furthest thing from a “happily ever after” movie you’ll ever see. that MIGHT be why i like it so much. but you have to give gaspar tons of credit. the scene is VERY VERY misogynistic, but as reprehensible as his actions are, you completely understand why he went there. the man snapped, he was pushed past the point of any sort of sanity or rational thought. or….did he REALLY do the right thing? that’s for you to ponder. do i condone what he does, NO. not at all.

below is the link to the entire film. it’s in french. the scene JUST BEFORE 22:50 (when the “scene” happens) shows him at a porno theater and shows the porno on film. you’ve been warned. but i’d urge you to watch the opening dialogue and the intro telling the protagonists background. then skip to 22:50, OR watch the whole damn thing.

now. the question i wanted to ask was- put your personal morals aside for a moment and ask yourself: did you feel outward and equal anger at the blatant misandry of the first movie as you did with the blatant misogyny of the second film.

i ask to see how programmed by feminism you been to the point where the second film offended you MORE than the misandry in the first? again….you don’t have to answer.

secondly, i just wanted to show the complete hypocrisy of american cinema vs. european cinema. hostel I had NO ISSUE with “torturing a female, but suddenly changed it’s tune for the second film. you NEVER see an american film-make do a scene like the second. although there is always THIS gem. warning: foul language.

just food for thought, you do the dishes.

stay up.


This Week’s Brophy

it’s rare that i read a comment and audibly chuckle, and typically his hacky comments cause me to groan in disappointment. but he’s a fixture on several blog’s and God knows he makes his presence known here. if nothing else, he’s consistent.

so it is much to my chagrin that this weeks Brophy goes to the following comment.

“Hide your tile.”

aaaaaaaah Vicomte. just like herpes, you can’t get rid of him and he always shows up when you’d prefer he were somewhere else. but for once, i chuckled instead of shaking my head and sighing. he doesn’t necassarrily make you mad, he just disappoints you.

and YOU my amazing readers have disappointed me in as much that NONE OF YOU prevented me from having to award Vic with this weeks……oh who the hell am i kidding. like i’m handing out a fucking emmy.

congrats Vicomte. *sigh* the floor is yours Sir.

Congrats Vicomte, I guess.

Congrats Vicomte, I guess.


MSM PUA. Whodathunkit?

i know i said i was going to keep saturday as a “food porn” day, but i wasn’t in the mood to cook this weekend. well, i happened to run across this article last night so i thought i’d post it.

i watched this thinking it was gonna be a goof. and it WAS, just not in the way i was expecting. since i’m not a member of the “PUA community”. i googled him but didn’t see a site for him, so i have no idea who officially consider’s themself a PUA other than .

what i found funny were the GUYS in this shit. they’re fucking AWFUL. watch the video and we can make jokes and discuss the guys that stepped to girl. i started out thinking i was gonna spew vitriol at the chick, but that’s too easy. although the part about “what she’s looking for” and how she is perceived by men is pretty typical and at the same time hilarious considering she’s good looking but not spectacular. as my boy used to say, “she’s no dime, but she’s spottable.” lol.

“most guys tell me i come off as cold and like a bitch.” well, that’s probably because you act like a bitch towards men sweetie.

PUA “girl game”

now, the REAL reason i wanted to post this was because…..

FUCKING YAHOO ACKNOWLEDGED PUA!!!!!

i think the fact that a MSM site acknowledged “game” and even showed how women are (or at least SHOULD be) open to understanding it (remember, yahoo is a pretty feminist controlled site) is pretty significant. and the comments after the video are pretty funny as well.

kinda a weak post, i know. but i’m saving the other stuff for next week. so gimme a break dammit. besides, tomorrow is BROPHY DAY!!!!!

stay up.


Put Your Worst Foot Forward

i’m in the navy. we all know that. i think i’ve mentioned it in a few other posts if you’ve been keeping up.

one thing that’s always bothered me is watching active duty guys playing up their “uniform status” in order to impress women. usually, these same guys do nothing but shit talk the military during the normal run of things. i’ve seen it time and time again and it always pisses me off.

i’ve never been one to use the fact that i wear a uniform to impress women. if they ask, of course i’ll own up to the fact that i’m navy, i’m not ashamed of it. but the only time i ever used my “active duty” status to my advantage was right after 9/11. and even then, my friends were the ones that brought me being navy. we’d be out in the quarter, at and they’d blurt out-

“dude, you shipping out? what they got you doing?” lol.

i’d just shrug my shoulders and reply, “i have my sea bag prepped, my living will done, and now i just have to stand by.”

now…..this wasn’t necessarily a lie, on 9/11, we were sent home around noon and told we were on 24 hour notice. which basically meant to be by a phone and available at any time. 2 days later we reported back to work, updated our shot record, filled out forms, made sure our medical record was up to date, ordered to do our living will (legal was a fucking madhouse), and to stand by.

of course my friends being my friends, they were all too happy to loft this over the plate for me to get laid. and well, it sure did work. i got more ass in the months following 9/11 than in any other stretch of time in my life. everyone i knew, knew i was in the navy so every damn person would ask me what they were going to be doing with me. and i’d always answer that i had no clue.

but as far as i’m concerned using an active duty status to impress women is weak sauce. i’m of the mind-set that you need to play up your weaker points in game. i don’t believe in using your stronger qualities as a crutch. it speaks much more of a man’s character when he learns to make his lesser qualities attractive.

the manner in which you do so is completely up to you. i use self-deprecation, but that’s just me. my lesser qualities being my height and looks, i choose to point out these facts and show that i don’t take myself too seriously. i’ve found that this loosens up people and they act less defensively towards you. when you learn to generate tingles based off your lesser qualities, your game is elevated to jedi status. if you question this, please go to my “about” page, look at my picture and realize the host of this site has the sex appeal of rectal cancer.

of course it helps that women tend to look past physical characteristics but without a decent amount of game, charm, charisma….whatever, i’d be dead in the water.

to me, when you rely on your strengths you never grow as an individual. turning a blind eye to your “faults” is huge mistake. it’s a mistake because your “faults” are not faults at all. they are insecurities you’ve used to define yourself unjustly against others. i am no less “worthy” of respect at 5’4″ than a man who is 6’1″. apply the same to yourself.

so list your “lesser qualities”, set it on fire, and piss on the blaze. i’ll quit now before i go off on some tony robbins bullshit. lol. i think you get what i’m saying.

stay up.


An Open Letter to my Nephew in the Suck

i don’t know when he’ll read this, but i know he reads when he gets a chance.

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Kris,

i came down to Jen’s for 2 days to visit since mom flew down to help with lauren. we went o longdoggers and the made my wings too salty, then we took lauren to the theater by publix to watch despicable me. came home and i cooked for for the girls. Jen’s streseed with work and school and mom’s still dealing with Paw-Paw passing- yesterday was his 2 month anniversary. Jen came home, the girls ate and sat around watching TV and bs’ing. Baron’s fucking HUGE now btw. drank a few beers and crashed.

it’s mid afternoon thurdsay now. it’s rainy out since we’re in hurricane season. i went out to the channel and the dolphins showed up for a minute. last few times i came out they didn’t show. mom ended up taking a nap with Lauren so i headed to the base. bought a pair of blue low top chuck’s, and some smore’s for the girls. i didn’t feel like heading home so i drove up A1A for a bit. it was drizzling but nothing to harsh. the sky looked like something out of a joy division song (google it youngster) and i stopped at hightower to watch the water.

told you.

told you.

the plan was to just sit on the pier for a bit and watch the water. there were still a few people out; couple of skim boarders, one chick on a paddle board, and grandma with a her 3 little girls collecting shells. you know, the typical shit for such an overcast day. then you popped into my head. i thought about you, out there, in the suck. i though how you must be thinking of this same beach, doing the same shit with your friends. i knew you WISH you could just wade through the swells for one second. i walked down the pier, took off my flip-flops, and did this.

miss you Kris. SB is here waiting on you.

miss you Kris. SB is here waiting on you.

it’s late july so the water was pretty nice, even after all the rain. waded in it for a bit, got out, climbed back up the pier and laughed as a fat woman hit all three buttons cause she didn’t know the one to rinse her feet. i washed off, got back in the car turned on jackson back to jen’s. drove past the middle school and giggled as i remembered your goofy young ass back when you 12-13. the past the high school and remember you being the obnoxious goofy but lovable high schooler. when i got home mom was up and Baron screamed as i fumbled with the lock. we’re waiting for Jen to finish school so we go eat, i think we’re going to goombay’s, i dunno.

but i went out back, sat on the pier looking down the channel and thought about you, and that suck-ball hell you’re in. never been to afghanistan, but i don’t know know anyone that’s been that came back and gushed over the experience. but i know the dreadful monotony, the God awful food that never changes, i know the isolation, the lack of any real privacy. the only thing that really changes is your work-out, and even that eventually becomes predictable. the day passes on in an eon, the week in an eternity, but the months pass in second. you get there march, and can’t wait for the the end of the week. suddenly the month is gone, then you realize; you’ve been there 7 months.

you’re never clean; i mean, seriously comfortable “out of the shower stroll to the living room fresh and squeeky as you surf the channels. you miss that clean. then ever miniscule detail of your old life becomes paradise. waking up in your own bed, just bullshitting over NOTHING with a couple of friends, a cold beer, stopping at a local joint to eat something you’ve had a million times before. it was so routine, random, ordinary. now…you’d give the last 10 years of your life for ONE.DAY of your old life. and you realize something that takes most people several, several years to understand.

those moments are the very fabric that make your life perfect, it just took this God awful choice and this God forsaken place for you realize it. and now….you cherish those moments.

you’d die for them.

let me tell you something boy, and i want this to sink in really good: what you know now, in your early 20’s, most people don’t realize until they are watching their final years slip past them. i’ve seen more death, and more suffering than you could possibly fathom, and i know you know it. so take this lesson, sear it into your melon, and never forget it once you get back.

i’m proud of you Kris. i’m glad to see you finally stood up, grew some balls and let go of momma’s skirt. i remember when you a kid, and when you were a teen, and Keith and Jen did well. they did the best any parent could do, and i know you realize that now. yeah, you fell down. and a lot of people would have used that as an excuse, blame their parents, kept a chip on their shoulder and led a life of absolute worthlessness.

but you didn’t. you got your sorry ass up, took responsibility, and made a decision. that’s was key. most guys (i can’t speak for women) fall down, and they stay down, they wallow in self pity. FUCK THOSE GUYS!!! don’t let such people permeate your life, they are a cancer and only want you to be as miserable as them. get your ass home and take this and apply it. be something. i don’t what it is as long as you’re passionate about. and i promise you this: it won’t be easy ; but it’s not impossible. before boot, you NEVER thought you could accomplish what you did. it sucked, but you made it. remember that.

YOU.MADE.IT.

you take that fire, that drive, and keep it vaulted away in you gut until the day you heart quits. when that fire’s gone. so are you. this world is a cold place, and it will consume you without hesitation.

tracking?

i know you have emails to send out and other people to talk to, so i’ll end this. stay frosty, watch your 6, and get your ass back home boy. just remember Little Shaver, Uncle Danny’s proud of you. I love you Kris.

stay the fuck up.

Paw-Paw passed away 2 months ago yesterday. i found this on my phone. i though i had deleted it. i don’t know the poem (cool points to the reader that knows the name of it). but i think he was reciting it because it made him think of Maw-Maw.

And here’s the old man flirting with a bartender before we left.