The Birds, Part 1

Good morning world! I hope this blog finds you in good health and even better spirits. I know some of you (probably most) are looking at the title and thinking, “Is this another poem?” No, its not. Its actually the title of a song by The Weeknd that kinda suits the mood for what I’m here to talk about today.

For those that know me or have been following along, you know I’ve been single for a while. Something like 5 years now. This isn’t really an issue. Of course I would love to be in a relationship, but I want it to be the right relationship, I’m not looking to be with somebody just for the sake of changing my relationship status on Facebook. Because I’m looking for something meaningful in my romantic life, I’ve spent quite a bit of time and exhausted quite a bit of energy making sure I knew exactly what I was looking for in my next relationship. I’ve even put some thought into what I have to offer. Well today, we’re gonna flip the script. This ought to be interesting, to say the least.

First off, I’m shallow. Trust me, this is not a conclusion I came to on my own. I knew I had shallow tendencies, I nitpick about pretty much everything when it comes to my appearance. But it took my best friend to confirm my suspicion. And in the words of my best friend, “You are very looks-driven. Not just about women, about everything. Everything has to have a very meticulous appearance, or you don’t even bother with it.” And she’s right. I’m very particular about how I want the world around me to look. I feel like everything and everyone has a perfect look, a perfect aesthetic. And if that ideal level can’t be reached, I’ve been known to walk away without a second thought. I’m not like Jack Black’s character in Shallow Hall, I’m not gonna automatically disqualify a woman for the slightest “flaw.” Nor am I so delusional that I tell myself that I’m good looking enough to only date supermodels (or women beautiful enough to be supermodels). But I think there has to be a certain level of physical attraction in order for me to pursue a woman. That’s not asking too much, is it? Maybe it is…

Secondly, I’m a flirt. Let me clarify something about this right now. I am not a cheater. If a relationship has degraded to that point, I’d walk away before committing an act of infidelity. With that being said, I will flirt with just about every woman I come into contact. Especially if I find her attractive. I’ve never done it to be disrespectful and if my girlfriend were to say something about it, I would make a concerted effort to reign myself in. But I’m flirtatious by nature, that’s just the way I communicate with women. A lot of women say they have no problem with their man flirting, as long as it doesn’t lead to anything else. But its easy to say that, its a whole lot harder to live by it. But those that really know me, know that the easiest sign that I’m truly interested in a woman is if I clam up around her. If I’m flapping my gums and flirting my ass off, there’s no problem. If I’m acting like a shy little school boy, that’s when you should worry.

Third, I’m an asshole. I know its like the new, hot thing for these little boys to run around and claim to be assholes for whatever trivial ass reason they’ve concocted in their heads. That ain’t me. I hold grudges for decades. My vindictiveness goes from 0 to 100 mph in 2.1 seconds. And once you find the right button to push to get me there, it takes an act of God to get me to come back down. And this isn’t a new development in my life. There was a 4 to 5 year period during the late 90’s to early 2000’s that I got called “asshole” by so many people on a daily basis that I started answering to it like it was my name. I like to think that I’ve mellowed some since I reached 30, I try to make sure that my actions and attitude towards a situation are completely and utterly validated. But, I still have the potential to be the biggest jerk you will ever meet. The first time I heard Runaway by Kanye West, I laughed. I’ve either been guilty of or thought about doing or saying everything he said in that song.

I’m really impulsive. This comes from the fact that I have no responsibilities outside of my own safety and well-being. Because of that, I’m always quick to go shopping for a new pair of shoes or an Express t-shirt that I don’t really need. This is probably the only one of my negative qualities that could be easily and quickly overcame.

I can have a one-track mind, at times. No, this doesn’t have anything to do with sex. If I become focused on something, whether its work or my writing, its hard for me to break away until its completed. This does not apply to TV viewing. I’m just the opposite when it comes to TV.

I hate talking on the phone! This doesn’t mean I won’t call my girlfriend/wife at least once a day to hear her voice, but it does mean that I won’t sit on the phone for hours at a time. I’d rather talk in person. Or at the very least, on Skype or ooVoo. If we’re relegated to communicating by phone, I prefer text messages.

Lastly, I’m a bit of an emotional train wreck at times. This might be the one thing I hate the most about myself. I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve a lot. I love hard. And fast. I hate even harder. And faster. I’ve never really understood why I am this way, which annoys me more.

I think that’s all I have for today. I just wanna say that it truly feels weird to sit here and thoroughly dissect and attack my own character. But someday, there’s gonna be a woman that’s interested in me for more than fashion advice, my writing abilities and sex. And whoever she is, she’ll need to have this information.

So until next time, peace and love…

In So Many Words…

Good afternoon world! I hope this blog finds you in good health and even better spirits. I’m not gonna go into a long diatribe, trying to explain my prolonged absence and beg of your forgiveness. By now, we’ve all come to realize that my writing is sporadic at best.

I would love to say that today’s poem is fresh and new, but I actually wrote it about a month ago and completely forgot about it. Like most of the poetry I write, its about love. I really gotta figure out why that is. So without further adieu, here it goes…

Real talk, I’m amazed by how much I’m feeling you
Can’t count how many times I catch myself thinking of you
I try to play it cool, sit back and see where I stand with you
But its unbearable, wherever you are I wanna be there too
The way I feel about you is all I’m really really tryin’ to tell ya
I wanna be your prince, will you be my Cinderella
That means I’m not just trying to be the man in your life
But change you from living single to endless days as a wife
Because life’s a fairy tale and I’m looking for a happy ending
Please say this can be our beginning

Which Are You?

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[This beautiful story has been circulating on Facebook. Unfortunately we cannot trace who wrote such a touching and insightful piece. Nevertheless, we are sharing it to those of who have not read it yet.]

Grandmother Says…
Carrots, Eggs, or Coffee; “Which are you?”

carrots-eggs-or-coffeeA young woman went to her grandmother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved a new one arose.

Her grandmother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water. In the first, she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs and the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil without saying a word.

In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished…

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Florida Court Orders Mother Of 15 To Learn Fellatio

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Tampa, Fla. – Angel Adams, an  unemployed mother of 15 children, has been ordered by a Florida court judge to take fellatio lessons in an attempt to slow down the onslaught of illegitimate children spewing from her vagina. The unusual sentence follows weeks of arrests, court appearances and network interviews.

Judge Tracy Sheehan handed down the sentence after Adams refused to admit she was pregnant again.

“Ms. Adams, as a judge of this court and as a citizen of the state of Florida,” said Judge Sheehan, ”I am obligated to shut down the party in your pants. You apparently have no moral compass to guide your unstoppable urge to share your body with the entire male population of the Florida panhandle, so this court is ordering you to learn how to perform fellatio and how to give hand jobs. If this doesn’t slow your unabashed desire to drive up the…

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ما يخيفني في معظم (Just Read It…)

Good afternoon world! I hope this blog still finds you in good health and even better spirits. I’ve been spending a lot of time lately staring at a blank screen on WordPress, trying to figure out what I wanted to say. I have to thank someone that is becoming increasingly more near and dear to my heart for suggesting today’s topic. I know you’re looking at the title and wondering what the hell it says. Unless you happen to be fluent in Arabic, then you know exactly what it says. I could just tell you what it says, but where’s the fun in that? Continue reading, you’ll figure it out…

fear1Everybody has something that scares them to death, no matter. I don’t care if you’re the toughest, roughest, meanest hombre around, there’s something somewhere that can turn you into a quivering mass of fear and panic. Now of course there are those superficial things that spook us. For instance, I’m deathly afraid of clowns. I saw the movie “It” as a kid and it completely screwed me up, haven’t been the same since. But that’s not the kind of fear I wanna share with you today. I’m taking about that dark thought that we all have, the one that you’ve locked in the back of your mind. The one that can freeze you in place whenever you find yourself having to face it.

For me, the great fear in my life is of being deemed inadequate in any way. I’ve conditioned myself to believe that inadequacy is a type of failure, and failure of any kind is death. Actually, failure might be worse than death in my book, purely because you have to live with the knowledge that you failed. I’m so afraid of not measuring up the standards that I, and those that matter most in my life, have set me for that I find myself afraid to try at times. I’m literally frozen out of fear of not accomplishing the goals I’ve set for myself, while also being completely unhappy with the fact that I’m not progressing towards the life I’ve envisioned for myself. And I think that’s the worst thing anybody can do.

For those that know me, you know that this is one of the few insecurities I have about myself. And its the only one that I haven’t found a way to get around or defeat outright. And I think that’s what bothers me the most. For as exceptional as I think I am, I find myself being held back by own fear of metaphorically falling. When I sit back and look at the timeline of my life, I can’t help but think that this stems from my father’s death. But that’s a conversation for another day.

And with that being said, I think I’m gonna cut this off right here. I’m not too sure exactly where my mind will go if I continue. Plus, its hard to maintain my composure when I stare into the mirror and examine the dark spots on my soul. And I’m just not in the mood to cry today. So until next time, peace and love…

“The Revolution Will Not Be Televised” by Gil Scott-Heron

You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and
skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Mendel Rivers to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.

The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie Mays
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
on reports from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the right occasion.

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so god damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally screwed
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no highlights on the eleven o’clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash or Englebert Humperdink.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be right back
after a message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver’s seat.

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.

Our President’s Speech From His Second Inauguration (Yes, He’s YOUR President Too! Deal With It or Get the F*** Out!)

Vice President Biden, Mr. Chief Justice, Members of the United States Congress, distinguished guests, and fellow citizens:

Each time we gather to inaugurate a president, we bear witness to the enduring strength of our Constitution. We affirm the promise of our democracy. We recall that what binds this nation together is not the colors of our skin or the tenets of our faith or the origins of our names. What makes us exceptional – what makes us American – is our allegiance to an idea, articulated in a declaration made more than two centuries ago:

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.”

Today we continue a never-ending journey, to bridge the meaning of those words with the realities of our time. For history tells us that while these truths may be self-evident, they have never been self-executing; that while freedom is a gift from God, it must be secured by His people here on Earth. The patriots of 1776 did not fight to replace the tyranny of a king with the privileges of a few or the rule of a mob. They gave to us a Republic, a government of, and by, and for the people, entrusting each generation to keep safe our founding creed.

For more than two hundred years, we have.

Through blood drawn by lash and blood drawn by sword, we learned that no union founded on the principles of liberty and equality could survive half-slave and half-free. We made ourselves anew, and vowed to move forward together.

Together, we determined that a modern economy requires railroads and highways to speed travel and commerce; schools and colleges to train our workers.

Together, we discovered that a free market only thrives when there are rules to ensure competition and fair play.

Together, we resolved that a great nation must care for the vulnerable, and protect its people from life’s worst hazards and misfortune.

Through it all, we have never relinquished our skepticism of central authority, nor have we succumbed to the fiction that all society’s ills can be cured through government alone. Our celebration of initiative and enterprise; our insistence on hard work and personal responsibility, these are constants in our character.

But we have always understood that when times change, so must we; that fidelity to our founding principles requires new responses to new challenges; that preserving our individual freedoms ultimately requires collective action. For the American people can no more meet the demands of today’s world by acting alone than American soldiers could have met the forces of fascism or communism with muskets and militias. No single person can train all the math and science teachers we’ll need to equip our children for the future, or build the roads and networks and research labs that will bring new jobs and businesses to our shores. Now, more than ever, we must do these things together, as one nation, and one people.

This generation of Americans has been tested by crises that steeled our resolve and proved our resilience. A decade of war is now ending. An economic recovery has begun. America’s possibilities are limitless, for we possess all the qualities that this world without boundaries demands: youth and drive; diversity and openness; an endless capacity for risk and a gift for reinvention. My fellow Americans, we are made for this moment, and we will seize it – so long as we seize it together.

For we, the people, understand that our country cannot succeed when a shrinking few do very well and a growing many barely make it. We believe that America’s prosperity must rest upon the broad shoulders of a rising middle class. We know that America thrives when every person can find independence and pride in their work; when the wages of honest labor liberate families from the brink of hardship. We are true to our creed when a little girl born into the bleakest poverty knows that she has the same chance to succeed as anybody else, because she is an American, she is free, and she is equal, not just in the eyes of God but also in our own.

We understand that outworn programs are inadequate to the needs of our time. We must harness new ideas and technology to remake our government, revamp our tax code, reform our schools, and empower our citizens with the skills they need to work harder, learn more, reach higher. But while the means will change, our purpose endures: a nation that rewards the effort and determination of every single American. That is what this moment requires. That is what will give real meaning to our creed.

We, the people, still believe that every citizen deserves a basic measure of security and dignity. We must make the hard choices to reduce the cost of health care and the size of our deficit. But we reject the belief that America must choose between caring for the generation that built this country and investing in the generation that will build its future. For we remember the lessons of our past, when twilight years were spent in poverty, and parents of a child with a disability had nowhere to turn. We do not believe that in this country, freedom is reserved for the lucky, or happiness for the few. We recognize that no matter how responsibly we live our lives, any one of us, at any time, may face a job loss, or a sudden illness, or a home swept away in a terrible storm. The commitments we make to each other – through Medicare, and Medicaid, and Social Security – these things do not sap our initiative; they strengthen us. They do not make us a nation of takers; they free us to take the risks that make this country great.

We, the people, still believe that our obligations as Americans are not just to ourselves, but to all posterity. We will respond to the threat of climate change, knowing that the failure to do so would betray our children and future generations. Some may still deny the overwhelming judgment of science, but none can avoid the devastating impact of raging fires, and crippling drought, and more powerful storms. The path towards sustainable energy sources will be long and sometimes difficult. But America cannot resist this transition; we must lead it. We cannot cede to other nations the technology that will power new jobs and new industries – we must claim its promise. That’s how we will maintain our economic vitality and our national treasure – our forests and waterways; our croplands and snowcapped peaks. That is how we will preserve our planet, commanded to our care by God. That’s what will lend meaning to the creed our fathers once declared.

We, the people, still believe that enduring security and lasting peace do not require perpetual war. Our brave men and women in uniform, tempered by the flames of battle, are unmatched in skill and courage. Our citizens, seared by the memory of those we have lost, know too well the price that is paid for liberty. The knowledge of their sacrifice will keep us forever vigilant against those who would do us harm. But we are also heirs to those who won the peace and not just the war, who turned sworn enemies into the surest of friends, and we must carry those lessons into this time as well.

We will defend our people and uphold our values through strength of arms and rule of law. We will show the courage to try and resolve our differences with other nations peacefully – not because we are naïve about the dangers we face, but because engagement can more durably lift suspicion and fear. America will remain the anchor of strong alliances in every corner of the globe; and we will renew those institutions that extend our capacity to manage crisis abroad, for no one has a greater stake in a peaceful world than its most powerful nation. We will support democracy from Asia to Africa; from the Americas to the Middle East, because our interests and our conscience compel us to act on behalf of those who long for freedom. And we must be a source of hope to the poor, the sick, the marginalized, the victims of prejudice – not out of mere charity, but because peace in our time requires the constant advance of those principles that our common creed describes: tolerance and opportunity; human dignity and justice.

We, the people, declare today that the most evident of truths – that all of us are created equal – is the star that guides us still; just as it guided our forebears through Seneca Falls, and Selma, and Stonewall; just as it guided all those men and women, sung and unsung, who left footprints along this great Mall, to hear a preacher say that we cannot walk alone; to hear a King proclaim that our individual freedom is inextricably bound to the freedom of every soul on Earth.

It is now our generation’s task to carry on what those pioneers began. For our journey is not complete until our wives, our mothers, and daughters can earn a living equal to their efforts. Our journey is not complete until our gay brothers and sisters are treated like anyone else under the law – for if we are truly created equal, then surely the love we commit to one another must be equal as well. Our journey is not complete until no citizen is forced to wait for hours to exercise the right to vote. Our journey is not complete until we find a better way to welcome the striving, hopeful immigrants who still see America as a land of opportunity; until bright young students and engineers are enlisted in our workforce rather than expelled from our country. Our journey is not complete until all our children, from the streets of Detroit to the hills of Appalachia to the quiet lanes of Newtown, know that they are cared for, and cherished, and always safe from harm.

That is our generation’s task – to make these words, these rights, these values – of Life, and Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness – real for every American. Being true to our founding documents does not require us to agree on every contour of life; it does not mean we all define liberty in exactly the same way, or follow the same precise path to happiness. Progress does not compel us to settle centuries-long debates about the role of government for all time – but it does require us to act in our time.

For now decisions are upon us, and we cannot afford delay. We cannot mistake absolutism for principle, or substitute spectacle for politics, or treat name-calling as reasoned debate. We must act, we must act knowing that our work will be imperfect. We must act, knowing that today’s victories will be only partial, and that it will be up to those who stand here in four years, and forty years, and four hundred years hence to advance the timeless spirit once conferred to us in a spare Philadelphia hall.

My fellow Americans, the oath I have sworn before you today, like the one recited by others who serve in this Capitol, was an oath to God and country, not party or faction – and we must faithfully execute that pledge during the duration of our service. But the words I spoke today are not so different from the oath that is taken each time a soldier signs up for duty, or an immigrant realizes her dream. My oath is not so different from the pledge we all make to the flag that waves above and that fills our hearts with pride.

They are the words of citizens, and they represent our greatest hope.

You and I, as citizens, have the power to set this country’s course.

You and I, as citizens, have the obligation to shape the debates of our time – not only with the votes we cast, but with the voices we lift in defense of our most ancient values and enduring ideals.

Let each of us now embrace, with solemn duty and awesome joy, what is our lasting birthright. With common effort and common purpose, with passion and dedication, let us answer the call of history, and carry into an uncertain future that precious light of freedom.

Thank you, God Bless you, and may He forever bless these United States of America.

Finishing touches on inaugural platform

Finishing touches on inaugural platform.

Catfish (I Hate the Fact I Feel Compelled to Write This…)

Good afternoon world! Hopefully this blog finds you in good health and even better spirits. I don’t really have a lot to say that doesn’t have to do with today’s topic, so let’s get right to it.

So, after being bombarded with all the coverage of “Manti Te’o fake dead girlfriend” story over the past few days and constantly hearing references to Catfish, I decided to watch the movie. I had never heard of this movie up until now. Let me just say that a part of me feels like that might have been the biggest mistake I’ve made in a while, like the last piece of my innocence was violently snatched away. My soul feels violated. If you’re unfamiliar with the movie (as I was), here’s the synopsis from IMDB:

“In late 2007, filmmakers Ariel Schulman and Henry Joost sensed a story unfolding as they began to film the life of Ariel’s brother, Nev. They had no idea that their project would lead to the most exhilarating and unsettling months of their lives. A reality thriller that is a shocking product of our times, Catfish is a riveting story of love, deception and grace within a labyrinth of online intrigue.”

I know that doesn’t really give away a lot, but keep reading.

Now, I know I would never find myself in a situation like the guy from Catfish or Manti. I’m too jaded cautious to allow myself to blindly get caught up like that. I’m good to Google the hell outta somebody long before I even contemplate catching feelings. But, as I’ve said on countless occasions, I’m a die-hard romantic. Even though I knew how the movie was gonna end, I was sitting here hoping and wishing that the girl was gonna be real and they would live happily ever after. That’s why I feel so violated. It takes a lot for a person to put themselves out and open up, to give a piece of your soul to someone and have faith that they won’t mistreat it. And I’m just talking about relationships in general, imagine how much more difficult it is to do it across distance and via electronic communication. That’s gotta be exponentially more difficult and nobody deserves to be victimized like that.

Some of you are probably thinking, “He’s relating his own story to what happened in the movie.” Please believe me, that couldn’t be further from the truth. Like I said, I’m jaded cautious when it comes to affairs of the heart and take time to thoroughly investigate anybody that I let in because I’ve had my heart broken before. But we’ve all had our gullible moments when it comes to our dealings with the opposite sex, especially us men. That’s how we become jaded cautious in regards to our romantic lives in the first place.

But on the other hand, some things are too good to be true and should be treated as such. How many times have you randomly met somebody on Facebook (or Myspace, Twitter, Blackplanet, Migente, etc.) and they were pretty much perfect? Not just perfect for you, but generally considered as perfect? Not only did he fall for the chick, but his brother and friend did too. Where does that happen at? Go ahead and take a second to think about it, I’ll wait…

I’ve only met 2 or 3 women in life that I would say are perfect for me (yes, one of them is the current object of my affection), and I’m pretty damn sure I’ve never met a perfect person. Maybe I’m just not going to the right places. But on the flip side, I wouldn’t want a “perfect” person. I’m far from perfect (don’t tell anybody I said that), so I know I wouldn’t be able to keep perfection satisfied. Or maybe I could, I am the shit…

I think that’s all I have for today, I’m not really up for going into some long diatribe about the perils of meeting someone on the internet. Especially considering that I’m just shy of falling head over heels for somebody that I met online. Don’t want to give that jaded cautious side of me too much to think about. So until next time, peace and love…

Peter Pan Vs. Captain Hook (aka The Eternal Struggle)

Good evening world! I hope this blog finds you in good health and even better spirits. If I haven’t said it previously, Happy New Year! Aren’t you happy that all that Mayan apocalypse talk was just a bunch of bull? I know I am, I got things to do in 2013. I know you’re probably looking at the title and wondering, “What in the world is this fool gonna talk about today?” Well, lets not waste anymore time and get right into it.

As I sit here on this dreary Wednesday in Georgia, I feel at conflict with myself. Those that know me, and I mean truly know me, know that I struggle with the Peter Pan Syndrome. If you don’t know what the Peter Pan Syndrome is, that’s what Wikipedia is for. I feel like I’ve said that before, but I digress. Now while I’m not a full-blown, Michael Jackson-esque man-child, I do have my moments where being an adult is just not what’s up. But then again, I think we’re all prone to those gaps in maturity at times. I just think mine are more pronounced, or they tend to last longer. So maybe the real gaps are when I chose to be mature and do what is necessary instead of what I want. Either way.

I think the reason why I’m so wrapped up in my Peter Pan lifestyle is because I have no real responsibilities. I have no children, no other life that I’m responsible for. No connections to others that would keep me from floating off with the slightest breeze. Enter our villain (read: hero), Captain Hook. Now, I know the image that comes to mind when you think of Captain Hook is nowhere near heroic. But, trust me, he’s the embodiment of everything that is good when it pertains to this story. Captain Hook represents the part of me that wants to become a real life grown up. That part that wants to settle down (not settle, that’s that s*** we just don’t do), get married, have some kids, establish some roots. So the next time the wind blows, I don’t feel the urge to float away.

Its funny to me to describe it like this. Because to you, these are just words on a screen. But to me, this is an epic battle. I can visualize Peter Pan, in a green graphic tee and some True Religion jeans (you weren’t expecting tights, were you?), doing battle with an Armani suit-clad Captain Hook. I wish I was an artist, I would put the image on canvas. Maybe I’ll see if I can find somebody to do it for me, sounds like an interesting piece to hang in my living room one day.

Well, that’s all I have today. So until next time, peace and love…