The headline above is the kind of thing a mother probably doesn’t want to read because she’d rather not know certain things about her baby boy.
So Mom, if you are reading this let this be fair warning the numbers above are off, it is actually 66 women I’d sleep with again and 19 I won’t.
I am certain you’re not taking this seriously and I’d encourage you to continue because I did exaggerate but then again there might be other facts or almost facts in this feast of fantasy/fiction that you’d rather not know.
Such as the time the now former husband of an ex of mine told me he didn’t like me staring at his wife. He liked me less when I said he shouldn’t worry I had already seen her naked many times.
He found it so endearing he used colorful language to describe me and then really fumed when I said she used to scream those same words.
You can attribute that to my having read Dale Carnegie’s book How To Win Friends and Influence People which taught me to it is often better to give than receive.
The exception might be our beloved Mary O’Mahoney the Catholic school girl from Cleveland who engaged in forbidden love with me and then cried when I said we had to cut it off.
“I am sorry Mary, this won’t work. I plan on becoming a priest.”
“You can’t become a priest, you’re Jewish.”
I smiled and reminded her that she worshipped a Jewish man so when she yelled ‘Oh G-d’ I naturally assumed it was me.
Ah it makes me smile to think of good old yesteryear when you could get things going in the church pew and insist you be addressed as “His Holiness” or “Father.”
Sing With Me
I have Johnny playing his cover of Hurt on the handy dandy Bose noise cancelling headphones which provide fine music but don’t drown out the memories.
Sing along with Johnny and I.
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I’m still right here
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
Sometimes I miss Leon Noone, an old friend from blogging who died at least a decade ago. He had a chunk of years of life experience on me and all sorts of wisdom.
He was an Aussie I always thought of as being salt of the earth, a man who always said “G’day’ to me when we spoke. I have never forgotten one of the things he said about writing.
words are merely carriages for meaning.
There’s no “one right way.” I’ve published two books, umpteen articles, 19 eBooks and lot of other stuff. I publish over 50,000 words each year just on my blog. Like you, I’ve developed my own way of getting writing done.
But it falls into a cocked hat if the people I write for can’t grasp my meaning. That’s all.
I love that, always have from the time he said it to me in 2011 to now, it has always rung true. We all have different ways of getting it done and sometimes I love telling these ridiculous stories and just making up nonsensical tales because you can never get enough silly.
If you read The Screaming Woke Me Up and some of the other posts linked in it you’ll get plenty of serious but you’ll also get some fiction and other thoughts too.
But depending on how much you read and how closely you might tell me like one person did that I am exceptionally serious and have a very hard edge.
Life can be really hard and there are always unexpected moments and challenges. I remember when Dave Grohl broke down singing Times Like These after Taylor died. I remember the emotion that came with Shane Hawkins playing My Hero with the band too.
Some of those lyrics ring ever so true for this moment we find ourselves in.
There goes my hero
Watch him as he goes
There goes my hero
He’s ordinary
I could give you a story about my own father and how he was my hero. I could tell you how crushing it was to see pancreatic cancer take him even though I knew he was as human as the next person.
Could tell you lots of things but Dad never liked being in the spotlight so I’ll take him out of it and remind you the U.S. is here because of ordinary people.
We have had our share of heroes in all sorts of ways and places but it is the ordinary men and women who found ways to engage in the extraordinary that helped make us who we are.
And they are going to be why we get beyond this craziness. They are going to be why one day our grandchildren read about the failed regime of 47.
Meet Me In A Land Of Hope & Dreams
Got a healthy dose of antisemitic comments and insults from the Jew haters over the last few days. Got people who told me I shouldn’t be angry about Coachella and that if I don’t like it I should just suck it up.
Responded to more than a few of them because sometimes I think other MOTs need to see silence isn’t always the best option. Because our silence after the first Durban conference helped lead to this place and because sometimes it doesn’t matter whether we speak up or not, the haters will hate.
And responded because a variety of things are chapping my hide right now and I felt like spewing venom because the 10,000 steps and two hours at the gym didn’t get it all out.
But now, well at this moment I am feeling pretty damn good and laughing at things that are ridiculous like and Instagram reel I shared that has a half million views. How the hell did that happen and how come I am not getting 50 cents per view.
I am down 25 pounds since my biopsy and more weight will drop soon. I changed my diet, sped up my metabolism and increased my exercise. It is a good combination.
And because I know things, I can tell you good things are coming. We are going to come out the other side, don’t know exactly what things will look like, but I know we will.
And I know when we do I’ll be different, ain’t life a hell of a ride.
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