when they
had gone
and placid
returned
a memory
of radiation
dull
in his mind
burned
leaving him
wondering
what
in himself
had been overturned
he would
never know
that
in the presence of fire
placid
tumbled
off mountains
to
the churning
below
now
the two stars
were gone
he was again free
from
the soundless song
of when
two stars
abandoned
the universe
and
collided
and
made
explosions of
light
beyond a
spectrum
sighted
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Friday, December 19, 2008
Black Tie Comfortable
A recent study conducted by Michigan State University researchers has concluded that the number of people who describe themselves as "Just as comfortable at a backyard barbecue as at a Black-tie event" has reached an all time high. But Before you go out and invest in a tuxedo rental business, I think you should hear what one MSU researcher has to say.
Carmela Cianfrocco of MSU stated: "While the number of people comfortable in a wide variety of social settings has risen, it seems that, as I concluded from our data, that the number of actual black-tie events has not risen." This of course begs the question: are the black tie events simply inviting more people than they were in the past? Cianfrocco says no, though she did go on to say that the number of backyard barbecue was actually decreasing. "We attrribute less backyard barbecues to the economy. With rising fuel costs trickling down to the consumer in the from of higher meat costs, and food in general really. Our research has concluded that because so many people have backyards, they feel comfortable barbecuing in them."
But what is to explain this mysterious rise in people just as comfortable at Black-tie events, as backyard barbecues? Also on the rise, people who are "Just as comfortable in a pair of flip flops, as they are in Jimmy Choos; those that are just as comfortable at dive-bars as they are in jazz clubs. Cianfrocco added: "This could be a good thing for the world. It could mean that people are more flexible, and have broader horizons, but on the flip side of that, and this is where the University has been trying to censor me--it could also be that a higher number of people are completely full of shit. That's really what I think it is. (she moved into a mocking tone, presumably, mocking those who she now describe, her voice took on a far-off, almost sedate quality which is often used when a person is making fun of someone they feel is delusionally stupid) These same people that claim to be so damn flexible and open to all the possibilies that exist on the horizon, well let me tell you something-- and we lost at least 15 study participants because of this one--look I just quit smoking when we did the damn study. When these fucking enlightened beings that have never been to a black-tie event in their lives are claiming to be have in them the ability to be some fuckin' bell-of-ball cinderall-- I ask them why I wouldn't find them in certain places. They'd first give me a politically correct answer about it being far away, or something else completely superficial. And they aren't used to questioning themselves even--so you ask them another question and you see those rusty wheels of thought that are so rarely used in their little heads, and they lead themselved deeper into this pit. And at the bottom of this pit is their own stupidity and complete delusional hypocrisy.... I really had fun with this survey"
Dr. Carmela Cianfrocco, a woman truly after my own heart.
Carmela Cianfrocco of MSU stated: "While the number of people comfortable in a wide variety of social settings has risen, it seems that, as I concluded from our data, that the number of actual black-tie events has not risen." This of course begs the question: are the black tie events simply inviting more people than they were in the past? Cianfrocco says no, though she did go on to say that the number of backyard barbecue was actually decreasing. "We attrribute less backyard barbecues to the economy. With rising fuel costs trickling down to the consumer in the from of higher meat costs, and food in general really. Our research has concluded that because so many people have backyards, they feel comfortable barbecuing in them."
But what is to explain this mysterious rise in people just as comfortable at Black-tie events, as backyard barbecues? Also on the rise, people who are "Just as comfortable in a pair of flip flops, as they are in Jimmy Choos; those that are just as comfortable at dive-bars as they are in jazz clubs. Cianfrocco added: "This could be a good thing for the world. It could mean that people are more flexible, and have broader horizons, but on the flip side of that, and this is where the University has been trying to censor me--it could also be that a higher number of people are completely full of shit. That's really what I think it is. (she moved into a mocking tone, presumably, mocking those who she now describe, her voice took on a far-off, almost sedate quality which is often used when a person is making fun of someone they feel is delusionally stupid) These same people that claim to be so damn flexible and open to all the possibilies that exist on the horizon, well let me tell you something-- and we lost at least 15 study participants because of this one--look I just quit smoking when we did the damn study. When these fucking enlightened beings that have never been to a black-tie event in their lives are claiming to be have in them the ability to be some fuckin' bell-of-ball cinderall-- I ask them why I wouldn't find them in certain places. They'd first give me a politically correct answer about it being far away, or something else completely superficial. And they aren't used to questioning themselves even--so you ask them another question and you see those rusty wheels of thought that are so rarely used in their little heads, and they lead themselved deeper into this pit. And at the bottom of this pit is their own stupidity and complete delusional hypocrisy.... I really had fun with this survey"
Dr. Carmela Cianfrocco, a woman truly after my own heart.
Monday, December 15, 2008
I am The Champion...
Of the World. In Caffeine Consumption. Bow before me; look upwards fromst thou genuflection; layeth thine gaze upon thy rapid rise and fall of my left pectoral; a sure sign that on this day, my heart truly gave everything it had. It would like to thank espresso shots number one and two for their excellent work in taking the edge off of a Monster energy drink consumed only one hour before. Shots number 3-6 also deserve mention, as does Monster number 2. The combined effort of all was practically a clinic for those seeking real-life examples of diverse entities coming together and combining their varied strengths for the ultimate in invisible-body-chemisty symbiosis. And -- it was done with style.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Sexual Perversions in Advertising Should Not Be So Obvious
Those who review movies or consumer products of any kind--Critics-- aim, in their reviews to be both informative and entertaining. Some review for amusement(See the Internet Movie Database, Amazon.com, or any internet message board for the works of these Unknown-Reviewer-Poets) and some make a living at it. Invariably, the messages a Critic formulates are influenced by his likes, beliefs, prejudices, and unconscious issues. The scathing hatred, stupidity, intelligence, or ignorance of a Critic is usually demonstrated in his reviews--consciously--but at times, things creep out from their words that may alert us to a sickness of fetish lurking somewhere within them that maybe even they are not aware of. Take the review of the Macbook Air below, which was found on Apple's start page:
*My comments in italics*
The sexiest computer ever²
Lately, the word sexy is often used adjectivally in describing products or jobs that are considered attractive, not always due to looks. For example a job at an investment bank could be consided "sexy" even though the person who holds that job may be overweight and unnatractive. It's just got that certain I don't know what. I'll accept his use of the phrase here, but I am already weary of this reviewer and worried that he may be a sexual deviant.
³It¹s like nothing you¹ve ever laid your hands on,² says National
Geographic¹s Steve Casimiro (ngadventure.com) of the MacBook Air.
Okay, this sentence is only moderately weird, considering the phrase "laid your hands on" could be figurative which could mean: to be around something or to acquire something among many others, or literal. This is the part has me slightly worried. It is a thin rectangular metal object, why is that impressive? The perversion is elaborated further below:
³And yes,
you have to lay your hands on it to get the full effect.²
So he meant it literally. The feel of a cold, flat, metal object is a pleasing tactile experience? Why?
It has, he notes,
³ the heft of a leather portfolio, the dimensions of a design magazine, and
the cool-to-the-touch exterior of some exotic metal.²
"The heft of a lether portfolio?" I am picturing a woman in the nineteen fiftees with her hands on her hips and head cocked to one side saying seductively "That's quite the heft in your portfolio there... my... is that leather?"
"The dimensions of a design magazine" I am not impressed by this. Is it what is contained within the design magazine that makes it's dimensions as opposed to the similar dimensions of a non-design magazine important?
"Cool-to-the-touch exterior of some exotic metal." I am seeing a very sick person running his hands over the Macbook Air and having a spontaneous orgasm. It would be wise to keep the author of this review far away from publicly displayed art in major cities which is often fashioned from metal.
MacBook Air, Casimiro
concludes, ³is the future now.²
So, the future is a thin computer? I understand what you mean, but seriously--that's really fucking shitty... I am depressed now.
*My comments in italics*
The sexiest computer ever²
Lately, the word sexy is often used adjectivally in describing products or jobs that are considered attractive, not always due to looks. For example a job at an investment bank could be consided "sexy" even though the person who holds that job may be overweight and unnatractive. It's just got that certain I don't know what. I'll accept his use of the phrase here, but I am already weary of this reviewer and worried that he may be a sexual deviant.
³It¹s like nothing you¹ve ever laid your hands on,² says National
Geographic¹s Steve Casimiro (ngadventure.com) of the MacBook Air.
Okay, this sentence is only moderately weird, considering the phrase "laid your hands on" could be figurative which could mean: to be around something or to acquire something among many others, or literal. This is the part has me slightly worried. It is a thin rectangular metal object, why is that impressive? The perversion is elaborated further below:
³And yes,
you have to lay your hands on it to get the full effect.²
So he meant it literally. The feel of a cold, flat, metal object is a pleasing tactile experience? Why?
It has, he notes,
³ the heft of a leather portfolio, the dimensions of a design magazine, and
the cool-to-the-touch exterior of some exotic metal.²
"The heft of a lether portfolio?" I am picturing a woman in the nineteen fiftees with her hands on her hips and head cocked to one side saying seductively "That's quite the heft in your portfolio there... my... is that leather?"
"The dimensions of a design magazine" I am not impressed by this. Is it what is contained within the design magazine that makes it's dimensions as opposed to the similar dimensions of a non-design magazine important?
"Cool-to-the-touch exterior of some exotic metal." I am seeing a very sick person running his hands over the Macbook Air and having a spontaneous orgasm. It would be wise to keep the author of this review far away from publicly displayed art in major cities which is often fashioned from metal.
MacBook Air, Casimiro
concludes, ³is the future now.²
So, the future is a thin computer? I understand what you mean, but seriously--that's really fucking shitty... I am depressed now.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Loyal Readers! Read!
Mr. Goatlegs has been slow to add new entries lately, but fret not--as many new and exciting posts are coming soon!
Look for (at your leisure):
Economics of the Drum Circle
A Prehistoric Love Story
How Colloquialisms Killed (And will again, given the chance)
Time Traveling Woman of Ill-Repute.
Problems facing one of Socal's leading retailers of fashionable clothing for young women.
and many more...
so chill the fuck out!
Look for (at your leisure):
Economics of the Drum Circle
A Prehistoric Love Story
How Colloquialisms Killed (And will again, given the chance)
Time Traveling Woman of Ill-Repute.
Problems facing one of Socal's leading retailers of fashionable clothing for young women.
and many more...
so chill the fuck out!
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
An Open Letter to the California Legislature from Chuck Killian RE: New Cell Phone Law
Chuck Killian
4521 Horton Street
Monrovia, CA 91016
7/1/08
CC: Johnny Goatlegs
Dear California Legislature:
Today a law goes into effect which prohibits the use of cellular telephones while driving a vehicle on any California roadway, the exception being hands-free devices and speaker phones.
Well, I'm mad as hell about this. And so are alot of other people I know that are missing an arm.
This attempt at cutting "risk" associated with "statistical evidence" suggesting that phone usage while driving causes dangerous inattention by taking both a driver's hand, and thoughts from the road is just another batch of hogwash mixed up by some number-crunching-pervert that gets his rocks off by using the six-sigma system. It stinks! And, it's a tyrannical encroachment on the rights of all natural persons -- in addition to but none the less important -- a collossal insult to all people with only one arm. In reality, it's just an attempt by the Car Insurance Lobby to justify the group that backs it's existence.
In 1972 I was involved in an accident involving a wood-chipper and the remnants of an American Elm tree infected with Dutch Elm Disease. The accident took my right arm, and drastically changed my life. After the accident, I had to relearn how to write and some other things that my wife would surely tell you about after she's had a few margaritas, but, alas, what that was is not important today, though she might say otherwise. The point is, I never stopped driving a car... and I did it with one arm. Yes, that's right -- I drive, much like someone who is speaking on a phone, with one arm. Do you see where I'm going with this?
This new law is terribly offensive to me, and the thousands of others who were either born without an arm, or who suffered an accident which took one. So, I ask you California legislature... should I give up driving? Am I a liability on the road? Should I wear a muzzle while I am on the road so I won't speak and therefore have my attention diverted from the oh-so difficult task of driving? What if I, let's just be imaginative for a moment here, decide to pretend I still have an arm and with my brain imagine that the arm taken from me in that accident many years ago was still there. And what if I also pretend that I am holding a phone with that non-existent arm? Am I a risk to those around me? Maybe we can set something up while I'm driving and imagining I have two arms? I could wear a Electroencephalogram! Do you see the blatant hatred that this law is disseminating among people who share my condition?
I've grown used to my condition, in fact I've thrived. My wife will tell you that I've learned all my old tricks with my remaining arm and hand... and I digress. I've adjusted so well that ten years ago I decided to become a counselor to those who have suffered similar accidents. Recently in a support group I run for arm amputees, we discussed this new law you, the California Legislature have passed in the name of the Car Insurance Lobby! One of the group members is having trouble with his health insurance company over payment for a prosthetic arm. They are denying to pay for this fine family man's prosthetic arm! Now, this really tugs at my heart-strings -- and I'm not a sensitive man. He says his daughter is afraid of him now. As we discussed this new law in group just a few days ago, we'll call him John, he was brought to tears at the mention of a "hands-free" device. Keep in mind this topic was discussed just after he told us he couldn't afford a new arm, which obviously had a -- yes -- hand attached to it. The irony was worthy of Henrik Ibsen at his finest.
So, California Legislature, I ask you, in the name of Rights for all men, those with all of their natural appendages and those not so blessed, to reconsider this tyrannical new "Law," or, at least to define exactly what it is that makes it so dangerous to drive with only one hand. I'd like to see a study based in scientific fact -- something neurological -- which tells me, and all those I represent not just in California, but in the entire world, just what it is that makes us so dangerous!
I, for one, know that I am as good as any other man or woman on the road, and I refuse to take this attack on my personage without a fight. In today's world most systematic prejudices e.g., racism, women's rights, and gay rights have been terminated -- at least on paper with regards to law, I find it morally reprehensible that the type discrimination which has mired the aformentioned groups through time is allowed to be carried out on people like me in the name of law.
Though our cellular phone technology has advanced to a level that thirty years ago would have seemed like science-fiction, we are still living in the dark ages in terms of our respect for fellow man. Systematic "lawful" hatred must end! NOW!
I anxiously await your response.
Sincerely,
Chuck Killian.
4521 Horton Street
Monrovia, CA 91016
7/1/08
CC: Johnny Goatlegs
Dear California Legislature:
Today a law goes into effect which prohibits the use of cellular telephones while driving a vehicle on any California roadway, the exception being hands-free devices and speaker phones.
Well, I'm mad as hell about this. And so are alot of other people I know that are missing an arm.
This attempt at cutting "risk" associated with "statistical evidence" suggesting that phone usage while driving causes dangerous inattention by taking both a driver's hand, and thoughts from the road is just another batch of hogwash mixed up by some number-crunching-pervert that gets his rocks off by using the six-sigma system. It stinks! And, it's a tyrannical encroachment on the rights of all natural persons -- in addition to but none the less important -- a collossal insult to all people with only one arm. In reality, it's just an attempt by the Car Insurance Lobby to justify the group that backs it's existence.
In 1972 I was involved in an accident involving a wood-chipper and the remnants of an American Elm tree infected with Dutch Elm Disease. The accident took my right arm, and drastically changed my life. After the accident, I had to relearn how to write and some other things that my wife would surely tell you about after she's had a few margaritas, but, alas, what that was is not important today, though she might say otherwise. The point is, I never stopped driving a car... and I did it with one arm. Yes, that's right -- I drive, much like someone who is speaking on a phone, with one arm. Do you see where I'm going with this?
This new law is terribly offensive to me, and the thousands of others who were either born without an arm, or who suffered an accident which took one. So, I ask you California legislature... should I give up driving? Am I a liability on the road? Should I wear a muzzle while I am on the road so I won't speak and therefore have my attention diverted from the oh-so difficult task of driving? What if I, let's just be imaginative for a moment here, decide to pretend I still have an arm and with my brain imagine that the arm taken from me in that accident many years ago was still there. And what if I also pretend that I am holding a phone with that non-existent arm? Am I a risk to those around me? Maybe we can set something up while I'm driving and imagining I have two arms? I could wear a Electroencephalogram! Do you see the blatant hatred that this law is disseminating among people who share my condition?
I've grown used to my condition, in fact I've thrived. My wife will tell you that I've learned all my old tricks with my remaining arm and hand... and I digress. I've adjusted so well that ten years ago I decided to become a counselor to those who have suffered similar accidents. Recently in a support group I run for arm amputees, we discussed this new law you, the California Legislature have passed in the name of the Car Insurance Lobby! One of the group members is having trouble with his health insurance company over payment for a prosthetic arm. They are denying to pay for this fine family man's prosthetic arm! Now, this really tugs at my heart-strings -- and I'm not a sensitive man. He says his daughter is afraid of him now. As we discussed this new law in group just a few days ago, we'll call him John, he was brought to tears at the mention of a "hands-free" device. Keep in mind this topic was discussed just after he told us he couldn't afford a new arm, which obviously had a -- yes -- hand attached to it. The irony was worthy of Henrik Ibsen at his finest.
So, California Legislature, I ask you, in the name of Rights for all men, those with all of their natural appendages and those not so blessed, to reconsider this tyrannical new "Law," or, at least to define exactly what it is that makes it so dangerous to drive with only one hand. I'd like to see a study based in scientific fact -- something neurological -- which tells me, and all those I represent not just in California, but in the entire world, just what it is that makes us so dangerous!
I, for one, know that I am as good as any other man or woman on the road, and I refuse to take this attack on my personage without a fight. In today's world most systematic prejudices e.g., racism, women's rights, and gay rights have been terminated -- at least on paper with regards to law, I find it morally reprehensible that the type discrimination which has mired the aformentioned groups through time is allowed to be carried out on people like me in the name of law.
Though our cellular phone technology has advanced to a level that thirty years ago would have seemed like science-fiction, we are still living in the dark ages in terms of our respect for fellow man. Systematic "lawful" hatred must end! NOW!
I anxiously await your response.
Sincerely,
Chuck Killian.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Where High Gas Prices and Mid Life Crises Intersect.
Thomas Sheridan has lead a relatively successful life; he has multiple degrees from the University of California, Santa Barbara; he owns a manufacturing company out of Woodland Hills, California -- and he has a wife and two healthy children that he loves.
But like many men his age, he can't escape his nature.
"...there's this nagging feeling inside. It's like a little devil on my shoulder telling me what to do. I can't shake it."
"It's definitely a mid-life crisis. I keep telling myself it isn't anything I've done," his wife says.
Although his children were bewildered by the sight of their father in clothing he'd purchased at Abercrombie & Fitch and Hollister, it seemed that his mid-life issues would never rise above the level of mild nuisance.
"I think he looks like a freak with an Abercrombie shirt on," his fourteen year old daughter Janine said. "But, other than being really embarrassing to me and my brother, it's harmless."
As was his new hairstyle, and his new large, wrap-around sunglasses.
But new clothes and sunglasses wouldn't cut it for Thomas. An image ingrained deep down in his psyche, dormant since adolescence emerged. The lure of the hugging the open road on a finely tuned motorcycle wouldn't stay hidden.
"The first thing I thought was 'I don't want my kids to grow up without a father.' He's never ridden a motorcycle before... I don't know what gave him the idea that he was a biker." His wife said.
The desire to rebel against personal, and social conventions are common symptoms of the mid-life crisis. Though Thomas has never broken a law in his life, other than rolling through a few stop signs now and then, as he explains, he too heard the call of the sirens of rebellion.
"I loved it. After I bought the bike, I didn't care about any new clothes or anything small like that. Being out on the road with all that power underneath me... man that was what I needed. I always saw bikers as kind of rebellious outlaws. That was what attracted me to it."
It seemed that the bike was a cure for some of Thomas' less dangerous mid-life crisis symptoms. He would ride three nights a week after work.
"Even though I was deathly afraid of him riding down PCH on that thing... I was happy to see that it took away his desire to wear all those ridiculous clothes. And the sex was better for awhile. It was like he was possessed by some sort of spirit." his wife said.
Like the new clothing purchases of earlier mid-life crisis stages, Thomas' purchase of a Harley Davidson didn't seem like it would break up the family. Life in the Sheridan household went on as it normally would for the first three months after Thomas started riding. And then gas prices sky-rocketed to over $4.50 per gallon...
"I felt rebellious, and cool. I was doing something dangerous. Then gas prices went through the roof and suddenly I'm not Thomas the badass biker. No, now I'm Thomas the sensible consumer."
When elderly neighbors started congratulating Thomas on his intelligent purchase that would surely save him a great deal of gas money, it was as if a knife had been driven directly through his heart and dreams.
"Yeah, I was really pissed. It's not even cool to ride a motorcycle now. Now it's just another one of my "sensible" decisions. Yeah, that's me, sensible Thomas."
His last vestige of release shattered, life at the Sheridan household deteriorated rapidly.
"He got moody and violent. He'd yell at me over the smallest things. One night he came home a little late and dinner wasn't ready. I was waiting for him to get home. I was hoping we could go out... but that set him off. He said he wished he never married me, and accused me of having an affair with the pool man. We don't have a pool though. It was out neighbors pool man. 'When would I have time to talk to him, I said.' That set him off. Then he tore up our sons room. He was sure that Tommy was smoking pot. I really think he was looking for some for himself."
"You know, you work hard your whole life, and then one day nothing seems right. I was always concentrating on getting a degree or building my business or taking care of the family that I never thought about myself. And the bike thing... I mean come on! That old bastard telling me that riding a motorcycle was smart and sensible... that fucking asshole."
"I've been staying with my sister in Reseda, I've got the kids with me. I mentioned counseling and he hung up on me. I don't really know what to do now," his wife lamented.
Thomas seems to be enjoying his time alone for now.
"I'm working some things out. I've been thinking alot. I'm really not sure if I want her to come back. I might move to Fiji and become a surfer," Thomas said.
It seems the current state of world economics has affected more than just the stock market.
But like many men his age, he can't escape his nature.
"...there's this nagging feeling inside. It's like a little devil on my shoulder telling me what to do. I can't shake it."
"It's definitely a mid-life crisis. I keep telling myself it isn't anything I've done," his wife says.
Although his children were bewildered by the sight of their father in clothing he'd purchased at Abercrombie & Fitch and Hollister, it seemed that his mid-life issues would never rise above the level of mild nuisance.
"I think he looks like a freak with an Abercrombie shirt on," his fourteen year old daughter Janine said. "But, other than being really embarrassing to me and my brother, it's harmless."
As was his new hairstyle, and his new large, wrap-around sunglasses.
But new clothes and sunglasses wouldn't cut it for Thomas. An image ingrained deep down in his psyche, dormant since adolescence emerged. The lure of the hugging the open road on a finely tuned motorcycle wouldn't stay hidden.
"The first thing I thought was 'I don't want my kids to grow up without a father.' He's never ridden a motorcycle before... I don't know what gave him the idea that he was a biker." His wife said.
The desire to rebel against personal, and social conventions are common symptoms of the mid-life crisis. Though Thomas has never broken a law in his life, other than rolling through a few stop signs now and then, as he explains, he too heard the call of the sirens of rebellion.
"I loved it. After I bought the bike, I didn't care about any new clothes or anything small like that. Being out on the road with all that power underneath me... man that was what I needed. I always saw bikers as kind of rebellious outlaws. That was what attracted me to it."
It seemed that the bike was a cure for some of Thomas' less dangerous mid-life crisis symptoms. He would ride three nights a week after work.
"Even though I was deathly afraid of him riding down PCH on that thing... I was happy to see that it took away his desire to wear all those ridiculous clothes. And the sex was better for awhile. It was like he was possessed by some sort of spirit." his wife said.
Like the new clothing purchases of earlier mid-life crisis stages, Thomas' purchase of a Harley Davidson didn't seem like it would break up the family. Life in the Sheridan household went on as it normally would for the first three months after Thomas started riding. And then gas prices sky-rocketed to over $4.50 per gallon...
"I felt rebellious, and cool. I was doing something dangerous. Then gas prices went through the roof and suddenly I'm not Thomas the badass biker. No, now I'm Thomas the sensible consumer."
When elderly neighbors started congratulating Thomas on his intelligent purchase that would surely save him a great deal of gas money, it was as if a knife had been driven directly through his heart and dreams.
"Yeah, I was really pissed. It's not even cool to ride a motorcycle now. Now it's just another one of my "sensible" decisions. Yeah, that's me, sensible Thomas."
His last vestige of release shattered, life at the Sheridan household deteriorated rapidly.
"He got moody and violent. He'd yell at me over the smallest things. One night he came home a little late and dinner wasn't ready. I was waiting for him to get home. I was hoping we could go out... but that set him off. He said he wished he never married me, and accused me of having an affair with the pool man. We don't have a pool though. It was out neighbors pool man. 'When would I have time to talk to him, I said.' That set him off. Then he tore up our sons room. He was sure that Tommy was smoking pot. I really think he was looking for some for himself."
"You know, you work hard your whole life, and then one day nothing seems right. I was always concentrating on getting a degree or building my business or taking care of the family that I never thought about myself. And the bike thing... I mean come on! That old bastard telling me that riding a motorcycle was smart and sensible... that fucking asshole."
"I've been staying with my sister in Reseda, I've got the kids with me. I mentioned counseling and he hung up on me. I don't really know what to do now," his wife lamented.
Thomas seems to be enjoying his time alone for now.
"I'm working some things out. I've been thinking alot. I'm really not sure if I want her to come back. I might move to Fiji and become a surfer," Thomas said.
It seems the current state of world economics has affected more than just the stock market.
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