No. 16
Once I landed at Heathrow airport, I was immediately picked up by a big man in a black suit and taken to my hotel. I was trying not to seem unscathed by my flight and arrival but ultimately I was on edge. I was still trying to understand why Omar had me go and come here. When I arrived at my room I stood outside the door, just standing there with the door key in my hand. I didn't want to go in; I wanted to go home to Alessandra. I wanted to turn around and fly back to her, going in my room was only going to certify that I was here and not with her. However my hesitation was short lived; I entered and was surprisingly greeted by Omar's associate. His name was William Burton; he was tall and very thin. His eyes were very dark and his demeanour seemed rather spacey. He moved like a cat, very swift and athletic, and for second he even reminded me of Frieder. He greeted me pleasantly and told me that everything was going to be okay, he would help me with anything I needed while I was here in London. He was very approachable and sincere. We talked for a bit and he told me of his plans and how he wanted to run things over here in England and Europe. He knew there was a ton of money to be made and that we could, with this new partnership benefit greatly. We drank some wine, shared an eight ball and laughed at some really crummy jokes. For a moment I was happy, even if Alessandra was without me.
He then got up and started to walk to the bedroom, he wanted to show me something. In the other room was a girl tied up to the bed, blindfolded and gagged. She had to be in her mid teens. He laughed at her and wanted me to have a go with her. She was my arrival present.
I stood there, shocked and not sure what to do. I then suddenly realized he had a gun in his possession.
I wanted to go home.
This was bad. Fuck!
No. 17
Okay now you may have your opinions of me, they may be negative or whatever, but I want you to know that I never, ever would do what he wanted me to do. That may sound strange and rather hypocritical of me, but that’s how I feel. Killing someone for something they did to me, I have no problem with, but raping a young girl, who for all accounts is innocent and well, just a girl is something I never would do. But as you read this you’re probably asking yourself, well what did you do then? To begin, let’s remember that I was high, slightly drunk and in no shape to handle this man, who even though was skinny and would normally be no match for me, still had a gun in his possession. So I stood there, looking at her, she was beautiful and very innocent looking, she couldn't have been a hooker, there’s no way, she had to have been some teen he picked up somewhere. Whatever he wanted, I wasn’t going to have any part of it.
As I stood there, William, who was also in bad form, kept urging me to have a go with her. He told me that he had found her in the lobby earlier that day when he arrived, that he’d noticed her sitting alone in the hotel crying, which led him to believe her to be someone he could take advantage of. I will admit that I can see how she would have trusted him. William was good looking, probably in his late 20’s, and he evoked a sense of charm only the English could possess. He had a flair and style that I even quickly took to, it’s probably why he thought I would be into his wild ways, which I will admit I was, but this was where I would draw the line. I didn’t like the idea of messing up this girl for the rest of her life. Therefore, hoping to diffuse the situation, I just toyed with him, pressing him as to what he was doing, why he’d done this and what he expected me to do, acting dumb came naturally and he bought it for a bit. I was trying to keep it light, mostly because I wasn’t sure of what he was capable of, I’d only just met him, plus I’d learnt from previous dealings with Frieder and Omar to never underestimate anyone, especially the nice ones. William remained very enjoyable, he didn’t seem to notice that I was trying to change the subject and push him into forgetting about this girl. Therefore I grabbed some more shots and urged him to do some more coke, telling him that I wasn’t ready and that I needed to get more into things before I had any sex, which was a lie because as we all know the more coke you do the worse you performed in bed, that is if you can perform at all. With William being the partier that I figured him to be, he had no problem with me telling him this, he even went full bore into the coke and snorted almost all of it in one turn.
My plan at the time was to get him so drunk and stoned that he’d eventually pass out or that I’d be able to distract him long enough to get the gun out of his possession and take over and get this girl out of here. For once if my memory serves me right, this was one of the first times in my life where I felt good about something I was trying to do. Not that I hated what I’d become in the world, my place within Omar’s drug world and such was something I did enjoy, it gave me financial freedom, the ability to do almost whatever I pleased and mostly I loved making people forget things and have a good time. To me coke wasn’t something I viewed as bad; it was just a drug like any other, only that it happened to be an illegal. It was a drug that people wanted, and I just helped supply them with this need. Yeah it can fuck you up if you abuse it, but seriously what doesn’t. I believe that if you use it as a means of helping you escape reality every once and awhile there’s nothing fucking wrong with that. It’s only when you become a fucked up junkie when things can get stupid, and that’s where all this bad press has come from, these fucked up kids and their overdoses. Anyways, most of what I was feeling was probably due to my new found fondness in women, mainly with Alessandra. Her presence stirred me and made me feel for once. I think back now and wonder if I hadn’t met Alessandra would I have gone in and raped that girl? To be honest I’m not sure, but it does make me think that I was lucky to have met Alessandra. Boy I missed her, I remember thinking as he and I continued to do lines how things had changed in the last 24 hours and how I longed to turn back the clock and just kiss her.
As the night rolled on, I became increasingly stoned and drunk, I wasn’t incapacitated, I knew my limits and I knew how to manipulate my intake so that others thought I was way worse off than I truly was, but I was on the verge of being a real mess. So to help me slow things down I decided to crank the tunes and stand on the patio overlooking the city. London sure is beautiful at night. William on the other hand was babbling along to the music, only his singing made no sense; he was way worse off than I...finally. By 3:30am, he started to settle down and get sleepy, which was when I took the opportunity to go into the other room and quietly untie the girl who was also now asleep. She was shockingly startled by my sudden movement to take off her blindfold, which didn’t surprise me at all because for all I knew he’d drugged her, so any sense of compassion on my part must have surprised her. As I lifted the blindfold, I quickly noticed that she was no older than 18 and very scared. I then untied her arms and legs and tried to comfort her, hoping she’d realize that I wasn’t going to hurt her and that she would be safe with me so long as she was quiet and do what I say. She seemed reluctant with me saying this at first, didn’t blame her however, but eventually she would relax. Therefore, once I knew she’d be still and calm, I told her to stay put as I was about to go into the other room to check on William. He was still asleep and now snoring profusely. Relieved somewhat, I decided to move back to the other room so I could grab the girl and make a run for it while he was knocked out, only once I got there I noticed that she was already trying to escape through the window to the fire escape below. I quickly ran to her and yelled “Stop” and grabbed her and told her that getting out of here would be better with me and not by jumping out the window. She was now crying and obviously scared and boy did I feel bad. She reminded me a little of Alessandra, her innocence and sheer beauty were unmistakable, I could see why William had liked her. I hugged her and whispered in her ear that all would be alright and that I would get her out of here, however, she just kept on crying and told me she wanted to run away. I almost cried upon hearing this. This moment with her reminded me heavily of how I felt when I had witnessed my own father’s death, the fear and helplessness I felt was hard not to get emotional over. But just as we were both sharing this moment, we were quickly startled by William’s sudden arrival, which undoubtedly was because my scream at the girl, it must have awoken him.
He saw that we were standing there arm in arm with her crying. He must have thought that I’d already had had my way with her, so he came in, stumbling, hoping to have his own turn. Noticing this immediately, I decided to move her behind me so he couldn’t touch her, that way he’d have to get through me if something physical arose; he still had the gun by the way. He was waving his arms uncontrollably at her while he cried out “Come on my boy, don’t hug her all fur yurselb, let me hab a slurn”. He was way worse than I’d expected, which only told me that I was either great at holding my liquor or that my coke capacity was much higher than his. I was stoned out of my mind, but drunk not so much, he on the other hand was what I hated about this shit, it could really fuck shit up at times when the wrong people abused it. At this time all I could concentrate on was keeping her safe and getting his gun, which was in his back pocket. Holding him off was easy I just told him that I wasn’t finished and that she was going to really get it bad right now. He laughed hysterically at this and said that he wanted to watch me fuck her, which was when he pulled out his gun and pointed it at her to move to the bed and get on all fours. Now taken aback by the arrival of his gun in the air, I turned to her and slapped her hard on the face and told her to do what he said. I felt then that if he had sensed any hesitation in my not raping her, he’d have popped us both. Still pointing his gun at her, the girl wincingly moved to the bed and got on all fours. I then turned to William and told him to settle the fuck down and put the gun down. Not listening to me at this point, William then began to move towards the girl and unbutton his pants, he was now moving on instinct, it was as if I wasn’t even in the room, he knew what he wanted and she could sense it. She then began to look at me, not necessarily for help seeing as I just slapped her, but for something else, she wanted to show me something, it was the fear in her eyes, a fear that told me she wanted to die. I’d known that look, I’d seen it many times from men that Frieder had destroyed, it was the look of hopelessness and it was a look I hated it. And upon seeing this, I moved towards the door just as he got onto the bed wherein he put his gun down and began to get close to her. I then waited for him as he began kissing and petting her, once he'd forgotten I was around, I moved swiftly and grabbed him and pushed him to the floor. I then took the gun and shot him 3 times in the head point blank. My anger took over at that point. He was dead and there was blood spooling profusely out of his head all over the floor. Seeing this, I just stood there for a moment, ultimately realizing that what I just did might get me killed. Omar was going to freak out if I didn’t fix this, for I’d just killed one of his newest associates, one who had many connections. It was then that I knew my life might now drastically change. It also made me understand that seeing Alessandra again wasn’t going to be easy.
The girl got up and stood there with me, she was silent and in utter shock. I turned to her and told her to get dressed, we needed to leave now. Tomorrow was going to be a crazy day. Her name was Gabriel and she was now my problem. We left immediately and fled to another hotel. Luckily for us the music had been so loud that no one had heard the shots. We were now fugitives on the run.
What a day.
FUCK!
Monday, March 31, 2008
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!!! I hate caring so much...
Holy shit I hate being this much of a dork, my Lakers just lost for the second straight game to a bull shit team (the grizzlies) and wow has it hit me hard. What's worse is that the two nit wits sitting next to me want me to realize that "Jamie it's just a fucking game, get over it". This is true, it is just a game, but you see I don't take it that way, I love these fuckers, I love this game, I love my team; so when my boys, them dumb Lakers, lose to the second worst team in the league, well you can imagine that it gets my blood boiling.
And to top it off, I spent an hour or so late last night listening to Marc Stein and Bill Simmons from Espn talk about whose MVP and such. They were so happy to NOT give Kobe the MVP, that tonight events have only irritated me and hindered me into defending this dumb team and him. Uhhhhh how can I defend Kobe for MVP when his team can't even win against Memphis...uhhh this is annoying, and boy will Marc and Bill be enjoying this. Stupid Pau and Andrew, you've destroyed my Lakers to the team of the past 3 seasons, the same team LeBron has to be on, one that's good but not great.
I need to go, my irritation level is way too high for me have anything else to write.
later.
And to top it off, I spent an hour or so late last night listening to Marc Stein and Bill Simmons from Espn talk about whose MVP and such. They were so happy to NOT give Kobe the MVP, that tonight events have only irritated me and hindered me into defending this dumb team and him. Uhhhhh how can I defend Kobe for MVP when his team can't even win against Memphis...uhhh this is annoying, and boy will Marc and Bill be enjoying this. Stupid Pau and Andrew, you've destroyed my Lakers to the team of the past 3 seasons, the same team LeBron has to be on, one that's good but not great.
I need to go, my irritation level is way too high for me have anything else to write.
later.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
I love this quote, just love it!!!!
The following is a quote from my favorite sports writer ever, (not named Hunter S. Thompson) and that is Bill Simmons. Anyways, this quote comes from an article he wrote today about the crazy west and how things might shake up towards the end of the season and how he see's the playoffs shaking up, (Funny thing, but didn't I just do that in my latest post, and to think he and I see eye to eye on one thing, a Lakers/Celtics finals would be the best thing EVER!!!!).
Okay so here's what he mentioned about my Kobe and a scene that I witnessed but never gave much a thought about until now. It's from a game the Lakers played on monday against the Warriors, a game the Lakers won by the way)
Biggest weakness: I know he's been playing out of his mind lately, but I still don't trust Lamar Odom. During regulation of Monday's Warriors game, he went to the line in the final few seconds with a one-point lead, endured a few taunts and standing-in-front-of-him maneuvers from Davis and Jackson ... and eventually, he had this weird smile on his face, almost like the smile a boxer gets right before he's about to get knocked out. Of course, he missed the first free throw. Mark my words -- there's going to be at least one monster moment in April, May or June when Odom has to come through in a humongous spot for the Lakers. And he won't.
(Follow-up to that story: In that same game, the Lakers were up two with four seconds left in overtime when Kobe got fouled. Three interesting things here. First, none of the Warriors came within 10 feet of him as he was preparing to shoot the first free throw. Second, he stared down all the Warriors around him, drained the first free throw and muttered "Game over, game over" to everyone who would listen. Third, he made the second one and that was that. The lesson, as always: It's good to have Kobe Bryant on your team.)
If you want to read the rest of the article, just go to the bottom of this blog and click on his link.
later.
Okay so here's what he mentioned about my Kobe and a scene that I witnessed but never gave much a thought about until now. It's from a game the Lakers played on monday against the Warriors, a game the Lakers won by the way)
Biggest weakness: I know he's been playing out of his mind lately, but I still don't trust Lamar Odom. During regulation of Monday's Warriors game, he went to the line in the final few seconds with a one-point lead, endured a few taunts and standing-in-front-of-him maneuvers from Davis and Jackson ... and eventually, he had this weird smile on his face, almost like the smile a boxer gets right before he's about to get knocked out. Of course, he missed the first free throw. Mark my words -- there's going to be at least one monster moment in April, May or June when Odom has to come through in a humongous spot for the Lakers. And he won't.
(Follow-up to that story: In that same game, the Lakers were up two with four seconds left in overtime when Kobe got fouled. Three interesting things here. First, none of the Warriors came within 10 feet of him as he was preparing to shoot the first free throw. Second, he stared down all the Warriors around him, drained the first free throw and muttered "Game over, game over" to everyone who would listen. Third, he made the second one and that was that. The lesson, as always: It's good to have Kobe Bryant on your team.)
If you want to read the rest of the article, just go to the bottom of this blog and click on his link.
later.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
The Playoffs are coming, so here's what's got me thinking...
Okay so the fun part of the season is upon us, there's less than 15 games left for most teams, and as expected, most are jockeying hard for playoff positions while trying desperately to stay injury free. With that, I want to look at which teams are my fav's to move in, far and all the way towards the Finals.
First the East: (From best to worst, as I see it)
Boston: By far the cream of the crop, this team is strong in every aspect, they have 3 solid guys to lead them, and plenty of support all around. What startles me the most is their chemistry and defense and how both have been so strong in their domination this season. They're my favorites to represent the East in the Finals. The only obstacle I can see is their lack of playoff battles together, that may hinder them a bit, but with solid veteran guys like Pierce, Allen, Cassell and most importantly Garnett, this team looks poised to bring Beantown its first title since a guy named Larry did it for them 22 years ago.
Cleveland: Okay so most of you might be thinking, why does he have Cleveland ahead of Detroit here?, well for me it comes down to two things; one is Detroits lack of that "je ne sais quoi" factor that has led them to massive flame outs the past two seasons, when really they should have gone to the finals both seasons, and two is one LBJ, the only player in the league not named Kobe who can will a team past another. The man wearing Jordan's famed number 23 these days can seriously destroy an opponent at will. His team is not as talented as either Boston or Detroit, but his ability to carry his team, but most notably instill confidence in his teammates to play way beyond their capabilities catapults Cleveland to my number 2 slot in the East. However, if Cleveland continues it's current slide, they may not have a chance to repeat as East Champs, a meeting with Boston in the Semi's is looking more and more a reality everyday. Ouch!!!
Detroit: Let me point this out first, I hate this team, HATE, they are annoying, pesty and the most over hyped team ever, and their win in 04' was more due to LA's internal breakdown than to their own dominance. Okay so there, I got that off my chest. But no matter my personal feelings, this team is dangerous. They could beat any team in the league on a good day, but like the cocky team that they are, the can also loose to a crappy Washington team another. They have the veterans, they have the clutch players (Billups, Wallace), they have the experience, the chemistry and for the first time in 4 years, they have a bench full of young guns, who for once can be counted on to produce. I've never been one for Flip Saunders, but this is by far his best coaching season, he's developed his bench while not overplaying his stars. But as I've said before, I just don't see them winning it all, there's something missing in this group. I could be wrong, they seem to like being the underdogs.
Orlando/Toronto/Philly/Washington, etc...: I won't even bother, none of these teams has a chance, Orlando might scare one of the above 3 into stealing a game or two, but their not ready. Toronto is too soft and missing a go to scorer, a team built around Bosh will never win, Philly is too young and inexperienced, Washington doesn't play defense, and whoever claims the last spot is just lucky and delaying the innevitable.
That's the East, Now the West
Los Angeles Lakers: The deepest, most athletic and talented team of the bunch. They have it all, a quality bench, great post players, a quality and experienced point guard and the best player in the league, the MVP and a guy who can smell blood. They've played together for a couple seasons now, they finally have some talented bigs in Gasol and Bynum, they have versatile wings in Odom, Ariza and Turiaf, good point guards in Fisher and Farmar, and a great and promising shooter in Vujacic and well Kobe there too. They should go far and it should be fun to watch. I wil point out this, if they make the finals, they will do so the ugly way, this team is young and young teams tend to play up and down from time to time. However, all this depends on Gasol and Bynum returning next month, if they don't then they're a 2nd rounder at best.
San Antonio Spurs: It's easy to write them off, they're older, slower, and more injured. Their bench is worse, they've been more up and down than ever since 02' and for once Duncan actually looks human. But with all that seems to be going wrong, they've still managed to win games, play defence and still scare people. I see them either going all the way or falling out in the semis. They're built for the playoffs, so forget everything you're seeing right now
Phoenix Suns: Nash, Hill, Stoudemire and O'Neal. Wow!! Four future hall of famers and they're only third on my list. This team is my dark horse, the team I could see winning it all or falling out in the 1st round, they could go either way. It all depends on Shaq and how he responds to his new Wilt Chamberlain role, can he run up and down and rebound the way they need him too? Can he score 10-15 like he can and should? If he does both of these tasks then I could see them in the finals with Boston. But picture this, a Phoenix vs LA showdown in the Conference Finals, ohhh wee that would be awesome. Shaq vs Kobe, man that series would be the highest watched ever. Can't wait.
New Orleans Hornets: I'm having trouble reading this team, they play for me very similar to Detroit, as in consistent, strong, with a chip on their shoulders but just like Detroit, I just can't see them winning the West. They have no playoff experience, and to be honest when the games slow down, I just can't see David West and Tyson Chandler dominating Tim Duncan or Shaq or even Bynum and Gasol. But just like Detroit, they could just surprise me and everyone. Chris Paul is nuts good, a new Isiah Thomas. Whoever plays them in the first round better look out
Utah Jazz: Good, but not that good. What they lack is another post player to put with Boozer and a true wing player that get his shot off at any time. They rely too much on set plays and such and well when the games get close, you need that star "I can win this for us" guy who can sink and destroy any team. They're scary, just not that scary.
Houston Rockets: I see this team sinking and sinking fast. That 22 win bullshit streak they just had was all good and dandy but come on, wait until Duncan absolutely destroys senior citizen Mutombo in a 7 gamer. McGrady is good and all but he lacks the overall heart to lead his team to the promised land. He'd be a great no 2 player, similar to Carter his cousin, but putting the reins to your team in his hands can only lead to disaster and heartbreak.
Dallas Mavericks: Well Jason Kidd and Josh Howard it's time to earn your pay checks. Nowitzki's injury is going to sideline him most of the rest of the season, and well they had better hope he comes back soon or they'll be looking on from the outside when Denver and Golden State pass them. This team is good, but not that good, 2 straight years of Avery's over coaching and total meltdowns had led them here. If they don't go far this season, its time to break them up and move on. Do I hear trading Nowitzki in Mark Cuban's blog sometime soon
Denver/Golden State: These two teams are offense and no defense. They're both supremely athletic, tall and can both be very dangerous depending on matchups. Just like Dallas of last season, they could upset anyone and it should never surprise anyone to thinking this way. But until either one decides to commiting their time into defense, neither will go anywhere. Phoenix learnt this the hard way the past 3 seasons, that's why they went and got Shaq.
Okay so now I'm officially a BBall dork, but hey there's no one for me to talk to anymore, my bro is now a MMA fan, by bf is a workaholic and well my gf is totally not interested. My only hope is this blog and my boss', but even they hate Kobe. later.
First the East: (From best to worst, as I see it)
Boston: By far the cream of the crop, this team is strong in every aspect, they have 3 solid guys to lead them, and plenty of support all around. What startles me the most is their chemistry and defense and how both have been so strong in their domination this season. They're my favorites to represent the East in the Finals. The only obstacle I can see is their lack of playoff battles together, that may hinder them a bit, but with solid veteran guys like Pierce, Allen, Cassell and most importantly Garnett, this team looks poised to bring Beantown its first title since a guy named Larry did it for them 22 years ago.
Cleveland: Okay so most of you might be thinking, why does he have Cleveland ahead of Detroit here?, well for me it comes down to two things; one is Detroits lack of that "je ne sais quoi" factor that has led them to massive flame outs the past two seasons, when really they should have gone to the finals both seasons, and two is one LBJ, the only player in the league not named Kobe who can will a team past another. The man wearing Jordan's famed number 23 these days can seriously destroy an opponent at will. His team is not as talented as either Boston or Detroit, but his ability to carry his team, but most notably instill confidence in his teammates to play way beyond their capabilities catapults Cleveland to my number 2 slot in the East. However, if Cleveland continues it's current slide, they may not have a chance to repeat as East Champs, a meeting with Boston in the Semi's is looking more and more a reality everyday. Ouch!!!
Detroit: Let me point this out first, I hate this team, HATE, they are annoying, pesty and the most over hyped team ever, and their win in 04' was more due to LA's internal breakdown than to their own dominance. Okay so there, I got that off my chest. But no matter my personal feelings, this team is dangerous. They could beat any team in the league on a good day, but like the cocky team that they are, the can also loose to a crappy Washington team another. They have the veterans, they have the clutch players (Billups, Wallace), they have the experience, the chemistry and for the first time in 4 years, they have a bench full of young guns, who for once can be counted on to produce. I've never been one for Flip Saunders, but this is by far his best coaching season, he's developed his bench while not overplaying his stars. But as I've said before, I just don't see them winning it all, there's something missing in this group. I could be wrong, they seem to like being the underdogs.
Orlando/Toronto/Philly/Washington, etc...: I won't even bother, none of these teams has a chance, Orlando might scare one of the above 3 into stealing a game or two, but their not ready. Toronto is too soft and missing a go to scorer, a team built around Bosh will never win, Philly is too young and inexperienced, Washington doesn't play defense, and whoever claims the last spot is just lucky and delaying the innevitable.
That's the East, Now the West
Los Angeles Lakers: The deepest, most athletic and talented team of the bunch. They have it all, a quality bench, great post players, a quality and experienced point guard and the best player in the league, the MVP and a guy who can smell blood. They've played together for a couple seasons now, they finally have some talented bigs in Gasol and Bynum, they have versatile wings in Odom, Ariza and Turiaf, good point guards in Fisher and Farmar, and a great and promising shooter in Vujacic and well Kobe there too. They should go far and it should be fun to watch. I wil point out this, if they make the finals, they will do so the ugly way, this team is young and young teams tend to play up and down from time to time. However, all this depends on Gasol and Bynum returning next month, if they don't then they're a 2nd rounder at best.
San Antonio Spurs: It's easy to write them off, they're older, slower, and more injured. Their bench is worse, they've been more up and down than ever since 02' and for once Duncan actually looks human. But with all that seems to be going wrong, they've still managed to win games, play defence and still scare people. I see them either going all the way or falling out in the semis. They're built for the playoffs, so forget everything you're seeing right now
Phoenix Suns: Nash, Hill, Stoudemire and O'Neal. Wow!! Four future hall of famers and they're only third on my list. This team is my dark horse, the team I could see winning it all or falling out in the 1st round, they could go either way. It all depends on Shaq and how he responds to his new Wilt Chamberlain role, can he run up and down and rebound the way they need him too? Can he score 10-15 like he can and should? If he does both of these tasks then I could see them in the finals with Boston. But picture this, a Phoenix vs LA showdown in the Conference Finals, ohhh wee that would be awesome. Shaq vs Kobe, man that series would be the highest watched ever. Can't wait.
New Orleans Hornets: I'm having trouble reading this team, they play for me very similar to Detroit, as in consistent, strong, with a chip on their shoulders but just like Detroit, I just can't see them winning the West. They have no playoff experience, and to be honest when the games slow down, I just can't see David West and Tyson Chandler dominating Tim Duncan or Shaq or even Bynum and Gasol. But just like Detroit, they could just surprise me and everyone. Chris Paul is nuts good, a new Isiah Thomas. Whoever plays them in the first round better look out
Utah Jazz: Good, but not that good. What they lack is another post player to put with Boozer and a true wing player that get his shot off at any time. They rely too much on set plays and such and well when the games get close, you need that star "I can win this for us" guy who can sink and destroy any team. They're scary, just not that scary.
Houston Rockets: I see this team sinking and sinking fast. That 22 win bullshit streak they just had was all good and dandy but come on, wait until Duncan absolutely destroys senior citizen Mutombo in a 7 gamer. McGrady is good and all but he lacks the overall heart to lead his team to the promised land. He'd be a great no 2 player, similar to Carter his cousin, but putting the reins to your team in his hands can only lead to disaster and heartbreak.
Dallas Mavericks: Well Jason Kidd and Josh Howard it's time to earn your pay checks. Nowitzki's injury is going to sideline him most of the rest of the season, and well they had better hope he comes back soon or they'll be looking on from the outside when Denver and Golden State pass them. This team is good, but not that good, 2 straight years of Avery's over coaching and total meltdowns had led them here. If they don't go far this season, its time to break them up and move on. Do I hear trading Nowitzki in Mark Cuban's blog sometime soon
Denver/Golden State: These two teams are offense and no defense. They're both supremely athletic, tall and can both be very dangerous depending on matchups. Just like Dallas of last season, they could upset anyone and it should never surprise anyone to thinking this way. But until either one decides to commiting their time into defense, neither will go anywhere. Phoenix learnt this the hard way the past 3 seasons, that's why they went and got Shaq.
Okay so now I'm officially a BBall dork, but hey there's no one for me to talk to anymore, my bro is now a MMA fan, by bf is a workaholic and well my gf is totally not interested. My only hope is this blog and my boss', but even they hate Kobe. later.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Here's more from that story for ya...I wrote it a long time ago, so be nice!!!
No. 5
If there is one satisfying ingredient to my life, it’s that I never gave up, I was always a fighter. Even as I sit here now, writing this 5th entry, I am still fighting, for survival, for remembrance, but mostly I'm fighting for the fight itself. My father always told me that "life is a series of battles son, and the ones who succeed in it are the ones who choose to never give up, to always keep fighting". Looking back on it now, I realize that I did just that. Not always in the right form, but I did fight. When my father died, I was 12 and taken for captive by a man who knew no boundaries when it came to his wants. He saw me as a symbol of redemption and of power. He wanted me alive and in his presence to let anyone know that if you ever crossed him he would not only kill you but he would destroy your family as well. And destroy doesn't even come to describe what he did to my life; the shit he made me do was unbelievable, it still gives me shivers just thinking of it. You see Frieder was it; he was the man who controlled it all. He had his hands in everything, from trafficking drugs and weapons to infiltrating corporations, government agencies and politicians, Frieder did it all. His power thirst was amazing, and I was to become his main protégé. I still believe to this day that if he had had any children when my father was killed I would have died as well, but since he didn't I believe he kept me alive to pass on his life's work. When he sent me to Washington to be with his brother, Henry and his son Dallas, it was then that I knew I was going to be his student. For 7 long years Henry looked after me and trained me at his private military school with his son. Dallas and I would spend our time competing in any and everything imaginable. It was during this time in my life that I truly developed a sense of hate and loathing for life and the world. I wanted to crush everything around me, I hated anybody who experienced joy, and it made me sick. To me it wasn't possible anymore, so I did whatever I could to make people around me feel just like I did, which was miserable. And luckily for Frieder, who enjoyed seeing me like this, he knew exactly how to exploit it; my anger was to be his way of increasing his hold on me. He knew that by catering to my need for destruction that I would not only eventually enjoy it but also become good at it. I was to become a killing machine. The first time it happened was when I was 16. Frieder, Henry, Dallas and I, plus a few associates would make the trip to Columbia where we would try and finalize an agreement with a local drug cartel. They we're to become our number one distributors in the south western US. Upon arrival Frieder had me come with him as we met with the Cartel's leader, Omar Iglesias. As Frieder met with Omar, I was asked to follow one of Omar's associates to a nearby ranch where I would wait things out until they're return. Little did I know that what I was about to encounter would become the worst 3 days of my life. Frieder had let me go as a test of loyalty and to see if I could survive on my own. I would be tortured and beaten for 2 days, where I would eventually be given the choice of my survival or I could kill an innocent pregnant woman. It was to be my first test of loyalty to Frieder, for that woman was one of Omar's enemy's wife and her dismissal was to be taken as a first rate business transaction between Omar and Frieder. If I didn't do it, I would die and Frieder would have hell to pay. Broken, beaten and barely able to move, I rose up from the pool of blood around me and took the gun in front of me, stared her in the face as she cried with much empathy and unloaded 4 shots into her without flinching. He knew I'd do it and he loved that I did. I finally felt better.
No. 6
"Exacting revenge on someone you hate can become an obsession, one that can consume and destroy not only the life you’re after but yours as well. So before you decide on that course of action, I want you to ask yourself something. Do you really hate what I've done for you? Do you really know the whole story? Before you choose to pursue the end my life, think of it, your father first and foremost worked for me, this should remain clear to you. He sought me out, not the other way around, and I took him in on his request. So his involvement in my life was his fault, he knew the consequences of crossing me, he'd seen it before, and he had to expect it to happen to him. He chose to become greedy and it cost him his life, your mothers and potentially yours. But it doesn't have to. You can change things, become my pupil and help me exact my purpose. You have this one chance to accept this, my terms stand only now. I've just told you of your mother’s death, your 19 and you have a bright future ahead of you, but I can end it right now, just like that. So you better fucking think kid, I will only say this once. What's it going to be? Will you let it go?" I never answered him. I just stood there stunned and in complete shock of what he had just told me. I was dead. His words resonated so deep within my soul that it made me realize that I had no choice in the matter. Enacting revenge on him would be stupid; he knew it and he would be expecting it. I always found it funny that he chose that day, my 19th birthday to tell me of my mother’s death, he said that he had chosen then because he thought that I couldn't have handled it earlier. But for some reason I felt that he did it for another reason, to facilitate his telling me that day was for his gain, for him to warn me and to challenge me. You see Frieder wasn't exactly normal, he was this insane motherfucker, he loved his ego and he loved showing it. I think he told me because deep down he wanted me to make a move at him, to see if I actually would, like your older, bigger brother slapping you in the face and saying "What are you gonna do about it?", even though you know that if you retaliated it would mean a good ass whopping. So that's it, what do you do? Do you submit and become his bitch? Accept that he killed your parents, and become his partner? Or do you do what I did instead?
No. 7
You would think that my decision would have been an easy one to make... hardly. I stood there for a few minutes trying to figure out a way to get him back for all of this, when it dawned on me why I was hesitating. For all that he had done to me and my family, the hell that he had committed, I couldn't hate him. I'd been with him for 7 years and in that time he had had time to change me, to execute his hold and his will upon me, for me the loss of my parents had been so long ago that they're memory seemed of another life. I now wanted his life, I wanted to become his partner, and I wanted to become Frieder. But I did hesitate, and for that I knew that I still had a part of the old me inside, one I thought I had lost the day I got on to that plane. But my hesitation was short lived and if I was to join Frieder and his crew, I had to show him that I was growing up, that I was becoming a man and that his respect for me was going to be important. He needed to understand that I wasn't going to become his bitch. I had to get him back in some way just so he could respect me on another level, the one of an equal. "Put your hand out you motherfucker!, if you want me to be your pupil, you have to do something for me, for my parents, you took them away from me so I have to take something away from you. This way we have each lost something. I want your pinkie finger, and you’re going to let me cut it off. That's my only proposition, you can kill me now or what not, I don't fucking care, you've taken from me what mattered most. I don't have much to live for these days, except for this. I do enjoy making money and making others suffer for our gains. Frieder you've taught me well, you've given me something and I've gained a thirst for it, and this is why I will join you as a pupil. I may only be 19 now, but I've spent the last 7 years learning and I'm now ready to contribute. Your operations have grown and you will need my help. So I guess I'm propositioning you now, a finger for a partner". Upon hearing this, Frieder took a step back and sat down in his chair. I was terrified at what he was going to say, or how he would react. What I had just asked would probably get any other man killed, but for some reason I didn't care, I wanted him to pay. He scared me, but that look in his eyes, those dark eyes gave me a sense that he really did need me, that he was sincere in his admittion of help, and I sensed it. But his reaction was slow and pensive, which scared me even more. Even as he rose, he came towards me like a lion would do as it marked its prey, calm and deadly. But then he did what I hadn't expected, he put out both his hands and said "Which hand". Still sweating and stunned like shit, I was like, Fuck me! He’s going to let me cut off his pinkie; he's really going to let me do it. It was then that I knew I had him, that his empire was mine and that this was the dawn of a new day. He was ageing and this act was his demonstration to me that he needed me more than I needed him. I almost smiled.
If there is one satisfying ingredient to my life, it’s that I never gave up, I was always a fighter. Even as I sit here now, writing this 5th entry, I am still fighting, for survival, for remembrance, but mostly I'm fighting for the fight itself. My father always told me that "life is a series of battles son, and the ones who succeed in it are the ones who choose to never give up, to always keep fighting". Looking back on it now, I realize that I did just that. Not always in the right form, but I did fight. When my father died, I was 12 and taken for captive by a man who knew no boundaries when it came to his wants. He saw me as a symbol of redemption and of power. He wanted me alive and in his presence to let anyone know that if you ever crossed him he would not only kill you but he would destroy your family as well. And destroy doesn't even come to describe what he did to my life; the shit he made me do was unbelievable, it still gives me shivers just thinking of it. You see Frieder was it; he was the man who controlled it all. He had his hands in everything, from trafficking drugs and weapons to infiltrating corporations, government agencies and politicians, Frieder did it all. His power thirst was amazing, and I was to become his main protégé. I still believe to this day that if he had had any children when my father was killed I would have died as well, but since he didn't I believe he kept me alive to pass on his life's work. When he sent me to Washington to be with his brother, Henry and his son Dallas, it was then that I knew I was going to be his student. For 7 long years Henry looked after me and trained me at his private military school with his son. Dallas and I would spend our time competing in any and everything imaginable. It was during this time in my life that I truly developed a sense of hate and loathing for life and the world. I wanted to crush everything around me, I hated anybody who experienced joy, and it made me sick. To me it wasn't possible anymore, so I did whatever I could to make people around me feel just like I did, which was miserable. And luckily for Frieder, who enjoyed seeing me like this, he knew exactly how to exploit it; my anger was to be his way of increasing his hold on me. He knew that by catering to my need for destruction that I would not only eventually enjoy it but also become good at it. I was to become a killing machine. The first time it happened was when I was 16. Frieder, Henry, Dallas and I, plus a few associates would make the trip to Columbia where we would try and finalize an agreement with a local drug cartel. They we're to become our number one distributors in the south western US. Upon arrival Frieder had me come with him as we met with the Cartel's leader, Omar Iglesias. As Frieder met with Omar, I was asked to follow one of Omar's associates to a nearby ranch where I would wait things out until they're return. Little did I know that what I was about to encounter would become the worst 3 days of my life. Frieder had let me go as a test of loyalty and to see if I could survive on my own. I would be tortured and beaten for 2 days, where I would eventually be given the choice of my survival or I could kill an innocent pregnant woman. It was to be my first test of loyalty to Frieder, for that woman was one of Omar's enemy's wife and her dismissal was to be taken as a first rate business transaction between Omar and Frieder. If I didn't do it, I would die and Frieder would have hell to pay. Broken, beaten and barely able to move, I rose up from the pool of blood around me and took the gun in front of me, stared her in the face as she cried with much empathy and unloaded 4 shots into her without flinching. He knew I'd do it and he loved that I did. I finally felt better.
No. 6
"Exacting revenge on someone you hate can become an obsession, one that can consume and destroy not only the life you’re after but yours as well. So before you decide on that course of action, I want you to ask yourself something. Do you really hate what I've done for you? Do you really know the whole story? Before you choose to pursue the end my life, think of it, your father first and foremost worked for me, this should remain clear to you. He sought me out, not the other way around, and I took him in on his request. So his involvement in my life was his fault, he knew the consequences of crossing me, he'd seen it before, and he had to expect it to happen to him. He chose to become greedy and it cost him his life, your mothers and potentially yours. But it doesn't have to. You can change things, become my pupil and help me exact my purpose. You have this one chance to accept this, my terms stand only now. I've just told you of your mother’s death, your 19 and you have a bright future ahead of you, but I can end it right now, just like that. So you better fucking think kid, I will only say this once. What's it going to be? Will you let it go?" I never answered him. I just stood there stunned and in complete shock of what he had just told me. I was dead. His words resonated so deep within my soul that it made me realize that I had no choice in the matter. Enacting revenge on him would be stupid; he knew it and he would be expecting it. I always found it funny that he chose that day, my 19th birthday to tell me of my mother’s death, he said that he had chosen then because he thought that I couldn't have handled it earlier. But for some reason I felt that he did it for another reason, to facilitate his telling me that day was for his gain, for him to warn me and to challenge me. You see Frieder wasn't exactly normal, he was this insane motherfucker, he loved his ego and he loved showing it. I think he told me because deep down he wanted me to make a move at him, to see if I actually would, like your older, bigger brother slapping you in the face and saying "What are you gonna do about it?", even though you know that if you retaliated it would mean a good ass whopping. So that's it, what do you do? Do you submit and become his bitch? Accept that he killed your parents, and become his partner? Or do you do what I did instead?
No. 7
You would think that my decision would have been an easy one to make... hardly. I stood there for a few minutes trying to figure out a way to get him back for all of this, when it dawned on me why I was hesitating. For all that he had done to me and my family, the hell that he had committed, I couldn't hate him. I'd been with him for 7 years and in that time he had had time to change me, to execute his hold and his will upon me, for me the loss of my parents had been so long ago that they're memory seemed of another life. I now wanted his life, I wanted to become his partner, and I wanted to become Frieder. But I did hesitate, and for that I knew that I still had a part of the old me inside, one I thought I had lost the day I got on to that plane. But my hesitation was short lived and if I was to join Frieder and his crew, I had to show him that I was growing up, that I was becoming a man and that his respect for me was going to be important. He needed to understand that I wasn't going to become his bitch. I had to get him back in some way just so he could respect me on another level, the one of an equal. "Put your hand out you motherfucker!, if you want me to be your pupil, you have to do something for me, for my parents, you took them away from me so I have to take something away from you. This way we have each lost something. I want your pinkie finger, and you’re going to let me cut it off. That's my only proposition, you can kill me now or what not, I don't fucking care, you've taken from me what mattered most. I don't have much to live for these days, except for this. I do enjoy making money and making others suffer for our gains. Frieder you've taught me well, you've given me something and I've gained a thirst for it, and this is why I will join you as a pupil. I may only be 19 now, but I've spent the last 7 years learning and I'm now ready to contribute. Your operations have grown and you will need my help. So I guess I'm propositioning you now, a finger for a partner". Upon hearing this, Frieder took a step back and sat down in his chair. I was terrified at what he was going to say, or how he would react. What I had just asked would probably get any other man killed, but for some reason I didn't care, I wanted him to pay. He scared me, but that look in his eyes, those dark eyes gave me a sense that he really did need me, that he was sincere in his admittion of help, and I sensed it. But his reaction was slow and pensive, which scared me even more. Even as he rose, he came towards me like a lion would do as it marked its prey, calm and deadly. But then he did what I hadn't expected, he put out both his hands and said "Which hand". Still sweating and stunned like shit, I was like, Fuck me! He’s going to let me cut off his pinkie; he's really going to let me do it. It was then that I knew I had him, that his empire was mine and that this was the dawn of a new day. He was ageing and this act was his demonstration to me that he needed me more than I needed him. I almost smiled.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
So...here's what I'm thinking
1. Just saw Enchanted with the girl, and to my lucky surprise, the movie was actually entertaining. Other than the amazing Pirates franchise and a few cartoons, Disney movies to date haven't registered high in my "must see" list of films to see, so when my girl pointed out to me that she wanted to see Enchanted tonight, let's just say I wasn't jumping out of my seat to go with her. But as I mentioned a few sentences back, this film surprised me, it was fun, entertaining, creative and a great movie. Did I just write that? I think I've hit a new low, I've actually admitted (in writing mind you) that I like a girl movie, what will become of me now? Aw well, at least it was cheap.
2. For the past few weeks my thoughts have been racing on how I can find a way in to attending the Coachella music festival in late April. Anyways, not to bore you with another long story, as of today I've found a solution in the Pemberton Music fest in July. You see, Coachella is still in my sights, it's the week before my bday, the Verve are playing and it's in sunny California, but and I mean but, the trip there for the 4 days it will take me, could very well cost me 2 grand...Ouch!!! So I ask myself, is it worth it? Maybe, maybe not. But with this new festival suddenly dancing upon me at a later date, at a cheaper price and in a similar climate (beautiful Vancouver, well an hour away actually, but who's counting) my thoughts on Coachella have now started to drift away. Who'd have thought that being a die hard live music fan would hurt my pocket so much. Fucking student loans, I swear you'll be the end of me. Anyways, whichever festival I do end up attending, (my first by the way), should be awesome and quite memorable. Can't wait!!! Yeah!
3. Polygamy, Polygamy, Polygamy!!! Wow!!! Caught a bit of Oprah today and what a trip, there's this weird ass family on talking about how they have 22 children and this man is married to three wives and such. I mean I'd heard of Polygamy before, but seriously I never actually thought people did it or should I say lived like that. Okay maybe I'm sounding a little naive and prejudice here, but come on, I mean having one girl is like a full time job, so what the heck is three like, and 22 children!!! Good luck paying those college tuition's buddy. Ah Mormons and such, what a group of people.
4. Okay so my boy Kobe has been nothing short of miraculous lately; watching him close out the Jazz on Thursday night was awesome. With the Jazz trying to make a game of things late in the 4th, Kobe just took it upon himself to destroy any momentum they had building. He had two huge buckets, a key rebound, one massive dunk and an assist ever so reminiscent of Magic in his hey day that being a fan of him or not, you had to love watching him decimate a team so effortlessly. I swear, in this day and age people love to anoint great players so easily to superstar status that appreciating moments like this can truly be taken for granted. In my opinion there are no more than 5 "I can win you a championship" type players in the league (Kobe, LeBron, KG, Duncan and Shaq) and that's about it. The rest are good, but not the type that can win you it all. And yes I know that Kobe, LeBron and KG have yet to win themselves titles, but I can guarantee you that one of the them will in the next 2 years, that I can write with certainty. Oh and guess who's been in the last 9 Finals? Shaq and Duncan, both have been in at least one Finals for almost the past decade, pretty cool huh, it's all about the big men. So does that mean that Kobe is praying Bynum returns soon? You better believe it.
Here's my picks so far for the season's awards.
MVP = Kobe (2nd LeBron)
Coach = Phil Jackson (2nd Rick Adelman)
Rookie = Al Horford (2nd Kevin Durant)
MIP = Hedo Turkoglu (2nd Beno Udrith)
Executive = Mitch Kupchak (2nd Danny Ainge)
Sixth Man = Manu Ginobilli (2nd None)
Alright that's enough for now. later
2. For the past few weeks my thoughts have been racing on how I can find a way in to attending the Coachella music festival in late April. Anyways, not to bore you with another long story, as of today I've found a solution in the Pemberton Music fest in July. You see, Coachella is still in my sights, it's the week before my bday, the Verve are playing and it's in sunny California, but and I mean but, the trip there for the 4 days it will take me, could very well cost me 2 grand...Ouch!!! So I ask myself, is it worth it? Maybe, maybe not. But with this new festival suddenly dancing upon me at a later date, at a cheaper price and in a similar climate (beautiful Vancouver, well an hour away actually, but who's counting) my thoughts on Coachella have now started to drift away. Who'd have thought that being a die hard live music fan would hurt my pocket so much. Fucking student loans, I swear you'll be the end of me. Anyways, whichever festival I do end up attending, (my first by the way), should be awesome and quite memorable. Can't wait!!! Yeah!
3. Polygamy, Polygamy, Polygamy!!! Wow!!! Caught a bit of Oprah today and what a trip, there's this weird ass family on talking about how they have 22 children and this man is married to three wives and such. I mean I'd heard of Polygamy before, but seriously I never actually thought people did it or should I say lived like that. Okay maybe I'm sounding a little naive and prejudice here, but come on, I mean having one girl is like a full time job, so what the heck is three like, and 22 children!!! Good luck paying those college tuition's buddy. Ah Mormons and such, what a group of people.
4. Okay so my boy Kobe has been nothing short of miraculous lately; watching him close out the Jazz on Thursday night was awesome. With the Jazz trying to make a game of things late in the 4th, Kobe just took it upon himself to destroy any momentum they had building. He had two huge buckets, a key rebound, one massive dunk and an assist ever so reminiscent of Magic in his hey day that being a fan of him or not, you had to love watching him decimate a team so effortlessly. I swear, in this day and age people love to anoint great players so easily to superstar status that appreciating moments like this can truly be taken for granted. In my opinion there are no more than 5 "I can win you a championship" type players in the league (Kobe, LeBron, KG, Duncan and Shaq) and that's about it. The rest are good, but not the type that can win you it all. And yes I know that Kobe, LeBron and KG have yet to win themselves titles, but I can guarantee you that one of the them will in the next 2 years, that I can write with certainty. Oh and guess who's been in the last 9 Finals? Shaq and Duncan, both have been in at least one Finals for almost the past decade, pretty cool huh, it's all about the big men. So does that mean that Kobe is praying Bynum returns soon? You better believe it.
Here's my picks so far for the season's awards.
MVP = Kobe (2nd LeBron)
Coach = Phil Jackson (2nd Rick Adelman)
Rookie = Al Horford (2nd Kevin Durant)
MIP = Hedo Turkoglu (2nd Beno Udrith)
Executive = Mitch Kupchak (2nd Danny Ainge)
Sixth Man = Manu Ginobilli (2nd None)
Alright that's enough for now. later
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Here's more on story No. 2 for ya. Enjoy!!
No. 2
I was 12 and on my way home, when my father came driving up beside me and asked me to get into his car. Once I got in I noticed immediately that he wasn't alone and that the two men who we're with him weren't anyone I'd seen before. They we're big men in their 40's, all dressed in black and wearing sunglasses, they had the look of men you didn't want to mess with, the kind that scared the shit out of you immediately. Whoever they we're they said nothing and never looked at me. The older one drove and the other one sat beside me. My father on the other hand sat in the front passenger seat. He gave me specific instructions to sit back and be quiet. He tried making me feel comfortable by saying that we we're going on a short little trip; it didn't work, I knew something was up. We drove into a large abandoned warehouse on the south end of town, near the docks. When we stopped, one man pulled up to my father's window and signalled to him to get out and come with him. My father nodded and told me to sit tight and that he would be right back. He never did.
No. 3
Standing there, above his body as it lies lifeless, I was immediately convinced that my life too was now over. His name was Frieder and he had just killed my father. He was tall, menacing, possessing eyes that paralyzed me with a bruiting intensity, their darkness gave me a feeling that I was now his and that this was not over. I was alone, with him and his men in some warehouse, unable to escape. Scared and wanting to cry, his men sat me down and told me not move. He would tell me that my father was one of his secret employees. His job had been to investigate the movement of cocaine by his numerous distributors in the city. My father was one of his main confidants, someone he had trusted. My father was dead because he let one shipment pass through without inspection. He was dead because he got greedy, and Frieder wanted me to know it. Hearing this I was at a loss. My father, a criminal, a drug dealer, a liar. It was then that I started to cry.
No. 4
"Your father’s disobedience was unwarranted and it got him killed. You are his son and you will be mine until you make up his debt to me". These words echo in my mind profusely to this day. Even as I sit here in this cell, I still can't shake their grip over me. His arrogance and utter lack of moral decency has always dumbfounded me. I was just a boy, just an innocent 12 year old boy! As it stands now, that would be the last day of my life as I had once known it. Everything changed from then on, and my dead father’s body had been a clear example of just how changed it was going to get. Frieder had plans for me and he wasted no time in exacting them. After telling me that statement, he had his men take me to the airport, where I was put on a plane to Washington. It was there that I was to be put in the hands of his brother, Henry Foyle, whom he’d known for years and used as his main dealer in the nation’s capital. I was to become one of Henry’s young protégé’s, someone he could develop succinctly with his son Dallas, who like me was also 12. To this day I can still remember sitting in that chair, on that long plane ride as tears flowed down my face while I pondered in horror at what had just transpired in front of me. Little would I realize at the time, but that day would also be the last day I would ever see my mother. For the longest time I never understood why she had never come for me, and for awhile I even hated her for it. However, that lasted until I was 19. It wasn't until then that I would finally find out the truth as to why she had never come for me. It would be on my 19th birthday, and it was to be Frieder's birthday present to me that year, he wanted to be the one to personally tell me. Originally I had been told that she had found out everything and had chosen to abandon me out of fear for her life. I never believed it and I always knew that something was wrong. I knew she loved me, and that she would never abandon me. I was right. Frieder would tell me that she had been presented with news that my father and I had both been tragically killed in a head on collision on the freeway outside of town. That we had been killed by a drunken teenager, who had swerved into us at full speed, killing us instantly; and that our bodies had been burnt so extensively warranting them unrecoverable. He would tell me this with so much conviction and detail that I knew it was finally the truth. My mother had been fed a lie and he loved every second of it. I was tempted to kill him then, and almost would have had he not told me her reaction to the news. She committed suicide 3 days later. I began to cry again.
I was 12 and on my way home, when my father came driving up beside me and asked me to get into his car. Once I got in I noticed immediately that he wasn't alone and that the two men who we're with him weren't anyone I'd seen before. They we're big men in their 40's, all dressed in black and wearing sunglasses, they had the look of men you didn't want to mess with, the kind that scared the shit out of you immediately. Whoever they we're they said nothing and never looked at me. The older one drove and the other one sat beside me. My father on the other hand sat in the front passenger seat. He gave me specific instructions to sit back and be quiet. He tried making me feel comfortable by saying that we we're going on a short little trip; it didn't work, I knew something was up. We drove into a large abandoned warehouse on the south end of town, near the docks. When we stopped, one man pulled up to my father's window and signalled to him to get out and come with him. My father nodded and told me to sit tight and that he would be right back. He never did.
No. 3
Standing there, above his body as it lies lifeless, I was immediately convinced that my life too was now over. His name was Frieder and he had just killed my father. He was tall, menacing, possessing eyes that paralyzed me with a bruiting intensity, their darkness gave me a feeling that I was now his and that this was not over. I was alone, with him and his men in some warehouse, unable to escape. Scared and wanting to cry, his men sat me down and told me not move. He would tell me that my father was one of his secret employees. His job had been to investigate the movement of cocaine by his numerous distributors in the city. My father was one of his main confidants, someone he had trusted. My father was dead because he let one shipment pass through without inspection. He was dead because he got greedy, and Frieder wanted me to know it. Hearing this I was at a loss. My father, a criminal, a drug dealer, a liar. It was then that I started to cry.
No. 4
"Your father’s disobedience was unwarranted and it got him killed. You are his son and you will be mine until you make up his debt to me". These words echo in my mind profusely to this day. Even as I sit here in this cell, I still can't shake their grip over me. His arrogance and utter lack of moral decency has always dumbfounded me. I was just a boy, just an innocent 12 year old boy! As it stands now, that would be the last day of my life as I had once known it. Everything changed from then on, and my dead father’s body had been a clear example of just how changed it was going to get. Frieder had plans for me and he wasted no time in exacting them. After telling me that statement, he had his men take me to the airport, where I was put on a plane to Washington. It was there that I was to be put in the hands of his brother, Henry Foyle, whom he’d known for years and used as his main dealer in the nation’s capital. I was to become one of Henry’s young protégé’s, someone he could develop succinctly with his son Dallas, who like me was also 12. To this day I can still remember sitting in that chair, on that long plane ride as tears flowed down my face while I pondered in horror at what had just transpired in front of me. Little would I realize at the time, but that day would also be the last day I would ever see my mother. For the longest time I never understood why she had never come for me, and for awhile I even hated her for it. However, that lasted until I was 19. It wasn't until then that I would finally find out the truth as to why she had never come for me. It would be on my 19th birthday, and it was to be Frieder's birthday present to me that year, he wanted to be the one to personally tell me. Originally I had been told that she had found out everything and had chosen to abandon me out of fear for her life. I never believed it and I always knew that something was wrong. I knew she loved me, and that she would never abandon me. I was right. Frieder would tell me that she had been presented with news that my father and I had both been tragically killed in a head on collision on the freeway outside of town. That we had been killed by a drunken teenager, who had swerved into us at full speed, killing us instantly; and that our bodies had been burnt so extensively warranting them unrecoverable. He would tell me this with so much conviction and detail that I knew it was finally the truth. My mother had been fed a lie and he loved every second of it. I was tempted to kill him then, and almost would have had he not told me her reaction to the news. She committed suicide 3 days later. I began to cry again.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
14 Feet and falling...it's a sad sad day for me!
Tragedy has struck my psyche 14 feet high today as I witnessed my Lakers getting crushed by the "where the hell did they come from" Rockets. Before I get started, anyone out there as surprised as I am that the Rockets, yes those overly hyped Rockets of the past few years, have somehow found the fountain of confidence, to which it has supplied them with the most lucky and staggering winning streak this side of Will Smith's never ending "I only make blockbuster movies that have happy endings with the most boring and predictable plots because my best friend is Tom Cruise the nut who's own career is best defined by being a big star that no one likes". So you see this Rockets thing is great and fun to watch, but surely they can't compete in the playoffs, when the games slow down and the need for a quality big man becomes more and more needed. Which alas has brought me to the premise of my title, the tragic downfall of my Lakers and their big men Pau and Andrew. How unlucky, oh how unlucky!
The game today was purely disgusting, the Rockets deserve all the credit, they played great and deserved to win. What troubles me is how shitty a turn of luck LA has had the past couple years. Pau's recent ankle injury (however long or short lived it may be) made me feel that LA's recent rise was too good to be true. I may be overreacting to this but come on, the thought of an LA revival has a nice ring to it. The city of angels banding together to support the best player in the world and his mates while they truck through the playoffs towards banner number 15. I want to see Kobe play LeBron in the finals or the Lakers versus Boston in an epic 21st century battle against two old rivals. However, with Pau out now, for who knows how long, supposedly only 3 games but could be way more to Bynum possibly not returning at all, LA's fortunes rest even more now on Kobe's shoulders and his ability to rally his boys to staying afloat in the loaded west. Am I scared? Fuck yeah, today LA went from first to second, to maybe next week 5th to who knows. Let's just say I'm praying for my combined 14 footers to return soon and healthy, because if they don't their may not be a season left saving.
I'm predicting that Kobe goes for 50 at least once in the next few games.
later
The game today was purely disgusting, the Rockets deserve all the credit, they played great and deserved to win. What troubles me is how shitty a turn of luck LA has had the past couple years. Pau's recent ankle injury (however long or short lived it may be) made me feel that LA's recent rise was too good to be true. I may be overreacting to this but come on, the thought of an LA revival has a nice ring to it. The city of angels banding together to support the best player in the world and his mates while they truck through the playoffs towards banner number 15. I want to see Kobe play LeBron in the finals or the Lakers versus Boston in an epic 21st century battle against two old rivals. However, with Pau out now, for who knows how long, supposedly only 3 games but could be way more to Bynum possibly not returning at all, LA's fortunes rest even more now on Kobe's shoulders and his ability to rally his boys to staying afloat in the loaded west. Am I scared? Fuck yeah, today LA went from first to second, to maybe next week 5th to who knows. Let's just say I'm praying for my combined 14 footers to return soon and healthy, because if they don't their may not be a season left saving.
I'm predicting that Kobe goes for 50 at least once in the next few games.
later
Friday, March 14, 2008
Here's the beginning of another story I'm working on. Enjoy!!
Prologue
If you had to deliver to someone the facts and events of your past what would you give them. One’s life has so many perilous actions that choosing even a few would seem rather mute. To say the least it would acquire a mind unfettered by personal convictions and human judgements. I sit here in this cell contemplating these thoughts because I want others to know my story and the tragedy that it now has become. As it stands now, I have exactly 30 days to live before my execution. Fear cripples at my soul every time I think of it, to no one's day of death is a difficult thing to comprehend, let alone accept. This fear I have has helped me purify my soul and open my heart. I now understand what life truly can be when you let it exact its purpose upon your soul. I have so many thoughts pouring through my mind daily that it has made me want to speak of fortunes I once squandered and troubles I once created. The subject you are about to read is my life in its entirety, frame by frame as I remember it, un edited, and full of events good and bad. I urge you to read and learn from my life, to grow and listen to my heart as it will invariably fall into your hands. As it stands now I fully engage your hearts to understanding mine.
Sincerely, Samuel French
Inmate 647183 October 29th, 2006
No. 1
My childhood was truly something I can never forget. The days we're so full of love and happiness, all of which I can only attribute to the love my parents gave me. My father and I would always spend our free time together; he was always willing to be with me. He was my hero; we played sports, watched cartoons and made fun of my mom religiously. But for all the banter she received from the two of us, she certainly knew how to make my day, even if I never deserved it. My mother was so beautiful, sweet and caring that to be honest it sickens me to how much I miss her now. I can still feel her hands running through my hair as she read me a night time story in bed, her calm voice oozing me to sleep. Being that I was their only child, I can totally profess to you now that, yeah they spoiled me. We grew up in a modest home in Toronto, we had what was needed, car, food, things, etc. The neighbourhood was safe, clean and most of all fun. Those days were unbelievable to me that looking back on them now seems like it never even happened, that it was just a dream. My mom was so happy; she smiled all the time, even if she’d been having a bad day, her demeanour with me never changed. My dad worked hard, he was always at work trying to provide for us, his job was demanding, he was a broker on Bay Street in Toronto; but that didn’t relinquish him from giving me any and all of his free time, he always had time for me. I was a good kid; well I tried to be one at least. I really loved school, I made friends easily, I was on the soccer team, and I loved math class. Looking back on it, I was kind of a goody two shoes, not a nerd but just well a good kid. Yeah so I had it good, my life was great, that was until I was 12. Things certainly changed then.
to be continued...
If you had to deliver to someone the facts and events of your past what would you give them. One’s life has so many perilous actions that choosing even a few would seem rather mute. To say the least it would acquire a mind unfettered by personal convictions and human judgements. I sit here in this cell contemplating these thoughts because I want others to know my story and the tragedy that it now has become. As it stands now, I have exactly 30 days to live before my execution. Fear cripples at my soul every time I think of it, to no one's day of death is a difficult thing to comprehend, let alone accept. This fear I have has helped me purify my soul and open my heart. I now understand what life truly can be when you let it exact its purpose upon your soul. I have so many thoughts pouring through my mind daily that it has made me want to speak of fortunes I once squandered and troubles I once created. The subject you are about to read is my life in its entirety, frame by frame as I remember it, un edited, and full of events good and bad. I urge you to read and learn from my life, to grow and listen to my heart as it will invariably fall into your hands. As it stands now I fully engage your hearts to understanding mine.
Sincerely, Samuel French
Inmate 647183 October 29th, 2006
No. 1
My childhood was truly something I can never forget. The days we're so full of love and happiness, all of which I can only attribute to the love my parents gave me. My father and I would always spend our free time together; he was always willing to be with me. He was my hero; we played sports, watched cartoons and made fun of my mom religiously. But for all the banter she received from the two of us, she certainly knew how to make my day, even if I never deserved it. My mother was so beautiful, sweet and caring that to be honest it sickens me to how much I miss her now. I can still feel her hands running through my hair as she read me a night time story in bed, her calm voice oozing me to sleep. Being that I was their only child, I can totally profess to you now that, yeah they spoiled me. We grew up in a modest home in Toronto, we had what was needed, car, food, things, etc. The neighbourhood was safe, clean and most of all fun. Those days were unbelievable to me that looking back on them now seems like it never even happened, that it was just a dream. My mom was so happy; she smiled all the time, even if she’d been having a bad day, her demeanour with me never changed. My dad worked hard, he was always at work trying to provide for us, his job was demanding, he was a broker on Bay Street in Toronto; but that didn’t relinquish him from giving me any and all of his free time, he always had time for me. I was a good kid; well I tried to be one at least. I really loved school, I made friends easily, I was on the soccer team, and I loved math class. Looking back on it, I was kind of a goody two shoes, not a nerd but just well a good kid. Yeah so I had it good, my life was great, that was until I was 12. Things certainly changed then.
to be continued...
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Here's a story I'm working on. Enjoy!!
Jack: Hurry up bro, we’re gonna be late, and please don’t do your regular routine of putting that oxy shit on your back.
Michael: Hey fuck you, I need to put this shit on, it helps prevent my back from breaking out, plus it only takes 2 seconds
Jack: Ha, fuck that it takes only 2 seconds, it takes you more like 15 minutes as you look at yourself, very homoeroticly I might add, in that mirror of yours as you scrape that shit on your rather lumpy back side, and for the record, it makes you stink, just in case you never noticed. Mmm...the smell of rubbing alcohol with a faint scent of your BO really gets the ladies going...mmm I love it.
Michael: Hey fuck you! Like you’re one to talk you narcissistic fuck, we wouldn’t be running late if you hadn’t taken a 20 minute shower, where you left me no hot water, all the while as you stroke that pretty little face of yours in the mirror, I swear for one you are the most obsessed guy I’ve ever known about his hair. Like seriously if you want the Johnny Depp hair so badly, why you don’t just find out who his agent is, get him or her to introduce you two and then blow him like I know you would. Seriously, who looks at their hair that much, I mean what is it that you have to do in there?
Jack: Hey I at least I look pretty, now hurry the fuck up, we’ve got to go and pick up Yebbie, and we both know that he’s not one to be on time with things, fuck for all we know, he’s still in his boxers, laying there in front of his tv watching some stupid army movie. Anyways, tonight is going to be awesome, I still can’t believe we’re going to see Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, what a fucking trip. So hurry up, I don’t want to be late.
Michael: Well here what jeans should I wear, these diesels or my old American eagle pair?
Jack: Uhh, I don’t know aren’t they both new, I mean you just bought those American Eagle one’s what a month ago.
Michael: No I bought them a month and a half ago and the diesels I bought yesterday.
Jack: Why did you buy those, you have now what 50 pairs of jeans, did you need any new ones, fuck seriously you barely wear any of them
Michael: Hey fuck you I don’t rag on you when you buy your beloved DVD’s, and so what if I buy jeans all the time, it’s my money, and plus half of those jeans are either too big on me or aren’t of the style that I like now.
Jack: You see I told you not to buy all that crap, man you are the worst, you go shopping on your break, you see a pair of jeans for 20 bucks, and so you buy them, then two days later you do the same thing and, then all of a sudden you have a million pairs and no money.
Michael: I don’t have a million pairs loser
Jack: Fuck whatever, you know what I’m trying to say, anyways wear the diesels, they fit you best.
Michael: You think?, I mean I like them but for some reason I think they might be too short.
Jack: Too short, no, fuck it, they look good. Why would you ask me which ones to wear if you already knew which one you liked more, come on man this is boring, Yebbie and a huge party are waiting for us, I just got off work and I’m itching to go out tonight.
Michael: So you think I should wear the diesels?
Jack: Did I stutter before? Yes wear the diesels, I like them more, the other one’s make you look like you have bitch hips.
Michael: Bitch hips! Fuck you, I hate when you say that, I don’t have bitch hips, they may be bigger than yours you puny bitch, but they aren’t bitch hips.
Jack: Okay I’m sorry, but they are big, anyways put a hat on now and let’s boogie, I can’t wait to go out tonight.
Michael: Alright already, I coming, shit you sound like my mom
(Jack and Michael leave Michael’s apartment, they enter Michael’s car and are on their way to pick up Yebbie)
Michael: Hey what should we listen to on the way there?
Jack: Um how about some Black Rebel you nit wit
(Jack puts in Black Rebel’s new album Baby 81)
Michael: Oh! Yeah I guess that would seem appropriate, I can’t believe I’m going to this with you, I haven’t been to a show in fuck how long, what 10 years, ever since you and I went to Edgefest 97’ to see Our Lady Peace. Wasn’t that the night Princess Diana died?
Jack: Yeah I think it was, shit what a loss, man she was fucking hot, I would have fucked her so hard, ah well thems the breaks in life
Michael: I swear you must be alien sometimes, you are human right? Sheesh if only your mother could hear you now.
Jack: What did I say, it’s not like you never thought of it”
Michael: Yeah you may be right, but fuck man the chick died, have some fucking respect.
Jack: I never said I didn’t like her, all I said was that I poke her up that juicy bum of hers
Michael: Quit it, you’re making me sick, anyways, we’re here now, so get out, we’ve got to get that mofo out now.
(Jack and Michael get out of the car; they proceed to Yebbie’s apartment down the street)
Jack: Wow! And to think I was the one who was pleading with you to move your ass back at your place, it’s finally nice to see you care a little about something I want us to enjoy together.
Michael: What? I didn’t hear you.
Jack: Oh never mind, what’s with you today you seem so irritable and distracted.
Michael: I’m just nervous that’s all, I only agreed with you to come because that girl Jessica said she was going, I’m not even that big a fan of Black Rebel’s anyways.
Jack: Why are you so worried, you never get nervous when it comes to girls, shit that’s something I do, man come on you’ll be fine, just be yourself and she’ll dig you.
Michael: Yeah I know, it’s just that I really like this girl, I mean yeah I want to fuck her, but I actually like her as well, it’s weird but we have some sort of chemistry or something.
Jack: Hell I don’t know what you see in that chick, she’s cute don’t get me wrong, but man she’s a little too curvy don’t you think?
Michael: No way, she’s so hot, I love her face and her smile is amazing, I love her glow.
Jack: Whatever gets you going I guess.
Michael: Sorry she’s no waif model girl like Kate Moss for ya, you narcissistic fag.
Jack: Kate Moss is not that skinny, okay well maybe she is, but it’s that blow fiend way about her that get’s me going.
Michael: Gross.
Jack: You know you love it.
to be continued
Michael: Hey fuck you, I need to put this shit on, it helps prevent my back from breaking out, plus it only takes 2 seconds
Jack: Ha, fuck that it takes only 2 seconds, it takes you more like 15 minutes as you look at yourself, very homoeroticly I might add, in that mirror of yours as you scrape that shit on your rather lumpy back side, and for the record, it makes you stink, just in case you never noticed. Mmm...the smell of rubbing alcohol with a faint scent of your BO really gets the ladies going...mmm I love it.
Michael: Hey fuck you! Like you’re one to talk you narcissistic fuck, we wouldn’t be running late if you hadn’t taken a 20 minute shower, where you left me no hot water, all the while as you stroke that pretty little face of yours in the mirror, I swear for one you are the most obsessed guy I’ve ever known about his hair. Like seriously if you want the Johnny Depp hair so badly, why you don’t just find out who his agent is, get him or her to introduce you two and then blow him like I know you would. Seriously, who looks at their hair that much, I mean what is it that you have to do in there?
Jack: Hey I at least I look pretty, now hurry the fuck up, we’ve got to go and pick up Yebbie, and we both know that he’s not one to be on time with things, fuck for all we know, he’s still in his boxers, laying there in front of his tv watching some stupid army movie. Anyways, tonight is going to be awesome, I still can’t believe we’re going to see Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, what a fucking trip. So hurry up, I don’t want to be late.
Michael: Well here what jeans should I wear, these diesels or my old American eagle pair?
Jack: Uhh, I don’t know aren’t they both new, I mean you just bought those American Eagle one’s what a month ago.
Michael: No I bought them a month and a half ago and the diesels I bought yesterday.
Jack: Why did you buy those, you have now what 50 pairs of jeans, did you need any new ones, fuck seriously you barely wear any of them
Michael: Hey fuck you I don’t rag on you when you buy your beloved DVD’s, and so what if I buy jeans all the time, it’s my money, and plus half of those jeans are either too big on me or aren’t of the style that I like now.
Jack: You see I told you not to buy all that crap, man you are the worst, you go shopping on your break, you see a pair of jeans for 20 bucks, and so you buy them, then two days later you do the same thing and, then all of a sudden you have a million pairs and no money.
Michael: I don’t have a million pairs loser
Jack: Fuck whatever, you know what I’m trying to say, anyways wear the diesels, they fit you best.
Michael: You think?, I mean I like them but for some reason I think they might be too short.
Jack: Too short, no, fuck it, they look good. Why would you ask me which ones to wear if you already knew which one you liked more, come on man this is boring, Yebbie and a huge party are waiting for us, I just got off work and I’m itching to go out tonight.
Michael: So you think I should wear the diesels?
Jack: Did I stutter before? Yes wear the diesels, I like them more, the other one’s make you look like you have bitch hips.
Michael: Bitch hips! Fuck you, I hate when you say that, I don’t have bitch hips, they may be bigger than yours you puny bitch, but they aren’t bitch hips.
Jack: Okay I’m sorry, but they are big, anyways put a hat on now and let’s boogie, I can’t wait to go out tonight.
Michael: Alright already, I coming, shit you sound like my mom
(Jack and Michael leave Michael’s apartment, they enter Michael’s car and are on their way to pick up Yebbie)
Michael: Hey what should we listen to on the way there?
Jack: Um how about some Black Rebel you nit wit
(Jack puts in Black Rebel’s new album Baby 81)
Michael: Oh! Yeah I guess that would seem appropriate, I can’t believe I’m going to this with you, I haven’t been to a show in fuck how long, what 10 years, ever since you and I went to Edgefest 97’ to see Our Lady Peace. Wasn’t that the night Princess Diana died?
Jack: Yeah I think it was, shit what a loss, man she was fucking hot, I would have fucked her so hard, ah well thems the breaks in life
Michael: I swear you must be alien sometimes, you are human right? Sheesh if only your mother could hear you now.
Jack: What did I say, it’s not like you never thought of it”
Michael: Yeah you may be right, but fuck man the chick died, have some fucking respect.
Jack: I never said I didn’t like her, all I said was that I poke her up that juicy bum of hers
Michael: Quit it, you’re making me sick, anyways, we’re here now, so get out, we’ve got to get that mofo out now.
(Jack and Michael get out of the car; they proceed to Yebbie’s apartment down the street)
Jack: Wow! And to think I was the one who was pleading with you to move your ass back at your place, it’s finally nice to see you care a little about something I want us to enjoy together.
Michael: What? I didn’t hear you.
Jack: Oh never mind, what’s with you today you seem so irritable and distracted.
Michael: I’m just nervous that’s all, I only agreed with you to come because that girl Jessica said she was going, I’m not even that big a fan of Black Rebel’s anyways.
Jack: Why are you so worried, you never get nervous when it comes to girls, shit that’s something I do, man come on you’ll be fine, just be yourself and she’ll dig you.
Michael: Yeah I know, it’s just that I really like this girl, I mean yeah I want to fuck her, but I actually like her as well, it’s weird but we have some sort of chemistry or something.
Jack: Hell I don’t know what you see in that chick, she’s cute don’t get me wrong, but man she’s a little too curvy don’t you think?
Michael: No way, she’s so hot, I love her face and her smile is amazing, I love her glow.
Jack: Whatever gets you going I guess.
Michael: Sorry she’s no waif model girl like Kate Moss for ya, you narcissistic fag.
Jack: Kate Moss is not that skinny, okay well maybe she is, but it’s that blow fiend way about her that get’s me going.
Michael: Gross.
Jack: You know you love it.
to be continued
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
5 things on my mind today
1. Just finished reading a rad book, titled "Twilight" by William Gay. The book is awesome, very poetic and well written, it possesses much the same style and theme as "No Country for Old Men" by Cormac McCarthy. If you enjoy good prose and a simple and enjoyable read, I urge you to read this book. However, I must confess, it did take me a a few weeks to read, and no not due to its large size (roughly 200 pages), but mainly due to my lack of time and sheer laziness. Shame on me! My next novel on the horizon is Michael Chabon's "The Yiddish Policemen's Union". This will be my first look at any of his work, but if this book is any way near as entertaining as the movie "Wonder Boys" then I'm excited to jump in full throttle. Okay that's enough about that.
2. My girlfriend and I were out for dinner last night at some posh restaurant called "The Victorian", you've probably heard of it, but if you haven't it's your run of the mill steakhouse. Elegant, quiet, expensive and very much boring!!!! So this got me thinking. Why is it that all so called fine dining restaurants feel they need to follow this very much dated and drab sort of way of working? Okay so that was quite the q there, but seriously why? Who finds these places appealing? I mean here we were, the two of us, surrounded by linen, wine and such and no music, no atmosphere, nothing. My girlfriend thinks I'm crazy by the way, she professes that going out for dinner entails nothing but food and company. I tend to disagree with her, however, her opinion is valid and I understand where she's coming from, the last thing most of us want is a loud and abrasive establishment that shrills us into never returning. So I guess what I'm trying to get at is why does fine dining entail only a certain type of idea, and if you don't assimilate to its code your not allowed in. For instance, when I hear folks talking about going out for a big lavish dinner, why can't it be to a high end Italian joint, or Japanese or whatever, why is it that going for a steak is considered high end? And what's with Steak Dianne? The last thing I want is for my server to make my $50.00 steak in front of me, who likes that? Okay so I'm ranting now and sounding very condescending. If you understood any of that I commend you. Ah bitterness, ain't it grand.
3. Okay so we all know very well that the US is knee deep in one of its most intriguing and bitterly challenged democratic nomination process ever. We all agree! Yes. Cool! Here's the thing, I'm a Canadian, a proud one at that, I love my country (well mostly, our winters blow and we have Calgary, but other than that I'm satisfied with being here), and with being a Canadian I feel there's this unwritten rule amongst us all to know and learn about our neighbours to the south. Is it me or are they fascinating little people? The US of A is quite the place, home of the one city on earth I long to visit (NYC), home to great media, weather, money, etc...well you get my drift. Okay so here I am, awake sitting on my couch, eating breakfast, watching CBC (as I do every morning lately) and all I hear is Obama this and Clinton that, every single day, on and on. You'd think by now we'd all be done with them, but no, I and many others come back for more, just the same as when you accidentally stop and watch that episode of Springer and the lunacy he delivers, you just can't help but watch. Do I really care who wins? Not really, however, for the sake of Obama, I hope Hilary wins, for some reason I fear some yokel out there with his or her twisted way of the world might just up and off him ala John Wilkes Booth/Lee Harvey Oswald style. I'm not saying this wouldn't happen to Hilary, but I dont' know, Obama seems to me that he's on the very same tract as Dr. King. No disrespect to anyone with this by the way, this is just my opionion. However, I do hope I'm wrong, he's seems so nice and fierce. Whatever the choice, whomever is chosen, has to be better than the nit wit they have now. Shit I almost wrote we there instead of they...you see, I feel part of them at times. Freaky huh!
4. Okay I've waited this long, but I can't wait anymore, I'm a huge Basketball dork, I mean huge, y'know, the one's who dream and think of the shit when they go to bed. Most folk lay in bed, snog for bit, jerk off, whatever, not me I sit there most nights thinking that if Kobe had only gone to college for 3 years his scoring average would be 29ppg per and not 25ppg per. Yes thats' what keeps me up at night, not saving the world, recycling more, being nice, farting less, no I think about Bball. Lame huh!!! I know I'm here to confess this, it is absolutely down right shameful, I'm so sorry for it all, please kill me!!! Please!! These are words my girlfriend most likely shutters under her breath when she finds me sitting at ala ordinateur for many an hour reading, listening, studying the NBA, except change the me to him. "What a waste of time" she would say, and you know what, she's right. But here's the thing, I love it!!!! Love it, trust me on this. I've been to many a game, I've sat court side, I've nearly killed to watch a game, I've done it all. So I guess my q is, is this bad or good? We all have them, those things in our lives that we can't get quite enough of, whether it be watching CSI on Thursday nights, to buying secretly Us weekly so you can learn and read of your favorite celebrity. Okay so these examples suck, but you get where I'm going. Should I continue on and waste so much valuable time reading and listening to mindless dribble or should I take up piano, something useful? Aha there in lies my quandary. So this wasn't my feeble attempt to have someone, anyone to write back to me saying "yes Jamie, keep it up, if you love it, why not?", so don't feel any pressure now. I'm just having a little debate with my old noggin', do a little of this or that. Ah whatever, I guess we all go through this from time to time, we get that feeling of "what if", the if I hadn't just gotten of my behind an extra 2 hours a day and done said X instead of watching reruns of Seinfeld for the millionth time I'd be here. I'm done with this subject now, so depressing.
PS. I've chosen to continue on, fuck the girlfriend and her rolling eyes, I do as I please.
PPS. Baby if you are reading this, I love you !!!!
5. Kobe or LeBron? Fuck I hate that stupid question. Over the last month it's all I heard and read and boy does it piss me the expletive off. What a dumb question. If any actual fan watched more than his fair chair of Kobe and LeBron games he would obviously know and realize that Kobe is by far the best player in the league, bar none, Game, Set, Match. Hell even LeBron says so. Shit I hate all the knuckleheads and their "I hate Kobe" regime, what a crock of BS, take your stupid opinion of yours and throw it out the window. People need to realize that when you debate a player you debate his game, NOT whether you like the guy personally or not. Yes Kobe has had some issues and so far LeBron has remained squeaky clean, I know this. But that does not give anyone the merit to take away what Kobe does on the court. He's phenomenal pure and simple. He's the only player alive who could possibly at the end of his playing days have better numbers that MJ. Yes that MJ, the one most folk have a hard time letting go of, someone will be better than him, it will happen and in my opinion Kobe is right there, ready to take his thrown.
Okay so the big debate this year is what, who's the MVP? Everyone I know is all about LeBron and his numbers. True. His stats are impressive, he's above Kobe in most stat categories other than 3's, free throws and steals. But wasn't Kobe doing the same as LeBron is now the past two season's, when frankly he should have won the MVP then, (sorry Nash/Nowitski you both are great players, but you should have never won that trophy, huge atrocity), he I don't know averaged 35+, scored 81, 62 in three, then 65, 50, 60, 50, almost took a shitty Lakers team past the darling Suns, etc... and guess what he didn't get it then, he was too selfish, not a good teammate and blah blah blah. So what makes LeBron so special?, he handles the ball more than anyone on his team does twice over, and way more than Kobe ever did or has. You see, LeBron plays point forward in Cleveland, and well when you do that you tend to handle the ball more, which naturally explains why he has more assists and such. The other element that hampered Kobe back then was that his team didn't win enough. Fair enough, I understand that winning is everything, you win, you get glory, makes sense. So then why should LeBron even be mentioned in the same sentence this year when Kobe's Lakers are the best team in the West, 3rd best in the L and have an almost 10 game lead in W's versus LeBron's Cavs.
So let me see here again, he first shoots too much, doesn't make his teammates better and his team is only average = No MVP
Then.
His shoots less, gets his teammates involved, his team is doing very well and of course = No
MVP
What?
So here's my whole case for anyone wanting to debate this non sense any longer. Go back to the summer and watch (you tube) the US men's team play Brazil in the Fifa BBall Champs. Go and watch Kobe, not LeBron absolutely shut down Leandro Barbosa to the tune of 4 points in what may be one of the finest examples of lock down defence I've ever witnessed. Until LBJ masters the other end of the game this is null story and dumb debate.
Oh can't you feel the sweat coming off my forehead, wasn't that heated, a little feisty.
Sorry I tend to get emotional when my boy is being thrown under the bus. Remember: Super fan here, read with caution.
5a. One last point
THE VERVE HAVE REUNITED!!!!!!!!!!! YEAH!
Bye bye
jamie mah
2. My girlfriend and I were out for dinner last night at some posh restaurant called "The Victorian", you've probably heard of it, but if you haven't it's your run of the mill steakhouse. Elegant, quiet, expensive and very much boring!!!! So this got me thinking. Why is it that all so called fine dining restaurants feel they need to follow this very much dated and drab sort of way of working? Okay so that was quite the q there, but seriously why? Who finds these places appealing? I mean here we were, the two of us, surrounded by linen, wine and such and no music, no atmosphere, nothing. My girlfriend thinks I'm crazy by the way, she professes that going out for dinner entails nothing but food and company. I tend to disagree with her, however, her opinion is valid and I understand where she's coming from, the last thing most of us want is a loud and abrasive establishment that shrills us into never returning. So I guess what I'm trying to get at is why does fine dining entail only a certain type of idea, and if you don't assimilate to its code your not allowed in. For instance, when I hear folks talking about going out for a big lavish dinner, why can't it be to a high end Italian joint, or Japanese or whatever, why is it that going for a steak is considered high end? And what's with Steak Dianne? The last thing I want is for my server to make my $50.00 steak in front of me, who likes that? Okay so I'm ranting now and sounding very condescending. If you understood any of that I commend you. Ah bitterness, ain't it grand.
3. Okay so we all know very well that the US is knee deep in one of its most intriguing and bitterly challenged democratic nomination process ever. We all agree! Yes. Cool! Here's the thing, I'm a Canadian, a proud one at that, I love my country (well mostly, our winters blow and we have Calgary, but other than that I'm satisfied with being here), and with being a Canadian I feel there's this unwritten rule amongst us all to know and learn about our neighbours to the south. Is it me or are they fascinating little people? The US of A is quite the place, home of the one city on earth I long to visit (NYC), home to great media, weather, money, etc...well you get my drift. Okay so here I am, awake sitting on my couch, eating breakfast, watching CBC (as I do every morning lately) and all I hear is Obama this and Clinton that, every single day, on and on. You'd think by now we'd all be done with them, but no, I and many others come back for more, just the same as when you accidentally stop and watch that episode of Springer and the lunacy he delivers, you just can't help but watch. Do I really care who wins? Not really, however, for the sake of Obama, I hope Hilary wins, for some reason I fear some yokel out there with his or her twisted way of the world might just up and off him ala John Wilkes Booth/Lee Harvey Oswald style. I'm not saying this wouldn't happen to Hilary, but I dont' know, Obama seems to me that he's on the very same tract as Dr. King. No disrespect to anyone with this by the way, this is just my opionion. However, I do hope I'm wrong, he's seems so nice and fierce. Whatever the choice, whomever is chosen, has to be better than the nit wit they have now. Shit I almost wrote we there instead of they...you see, I feel part of them at times. Freaky huh!
4. Okay I've waited this long, but I can't wait anymore, I'm a huge Basketball dork, I mean huge, y'know, the one's who dream and think of the shit when they go to bed. Most folk lay in bed, snog for bit, jerk off, whatever, not me I sit there most nights thinking that if Kobe had only gone to college for 3 years his scoring average would be 29ppg per and not 25ppg per. Yes thats' what keeps me up at night, not saving the world, recycling more, being nice, farting less, no I think about Bball. Lame huh!!! I know I'm here to confess this, it is absolutely down right shameful, I'm so sorry for it all, please kill me!!! Please!! These are words my girlfriend most likely shutters under her breath when she finds me sitting at ala ordinateur for many an hour reading, listening, studying the NBA, except change the me to him. "What a waste of time" she would say, and you know what, she's right. But here's the thing, I love it!!!! Love it, trust me on this. I've been to many a game, I've sat court side, I've nearly killed to watch a game, I've done it all. So I guess my q is, is this bad or good? We all have them, those things in our lives that we can't get quite enough of, whether it be watching CSI on Thursday nights, to buying secretly Us weekly so you can learn and read of your favorite celebrity. Okay so these examples suck, but you get where I'm going. Should I continue on and waste so much valuable time reading and listening to mindless dribble or should I take up piano, something useful? Aha there in lies my quandary. So this wasn't my feeble attempt to have someone, anyone to write back to me saying "yes Jamie, keep it up, if you love it, why not?", so don't feel any pressure now. I'm just having a little debate with my old noggin', do a little of this or that. Ah whatever, I guess we all go through this from time to time, we get that feeling of "what if", the if I hadn't just gotten of my behind an extra 2 hours a day and done said X instead of watching reruns of Seinfeld for the millionth time I'd be here. I'm done with this subject now, so depressing.
PS. I've chosen to continue on, fuck the girlfriend and her rolling eyes, I do as I please.
PPS. Baby if you are reading this, I love you !!!!
5. Kobe or LeBron? Fuck I hate that stupid question. Over the last month it's all I heard and read and boy does it piss me the expletive off. What a dumb question. If any actual fan watched more than his fair chair of Kobe and LeBron games he would obviously know and realize that Kobe is by far the best player in the league, bar none, Game, Set, Match. Hell even LeBron says so. Shit I hate all the knuckleheads and their "I hate Kobe" regime, what a crock of BS, take your stupid opinion of yours and throw it out the window. People need to realize that when you debate a player you debate his game, NOT whether you like the guy personally or not. Yes Kobe has had some issues and so far LeBron has remained squeaky clean, I know this. But that does not give anyone the merit to take away what Kobe does on the court. He's phenomenal pure and simple. He's the only player alive who could possibly at the end of his playing days have better numbers that MJ. Yes that MJ, the one most folk have a hard time letting go of, someone will be better than him, it will happen and in my opinion Kobe is right there, ready to take his thrown.
Okay so the big debate this year is what, who's the MVP? Everyone I know is all about LeBron and his numbers. True. His stats are impressive, he's above Kobe in most stat categories other than 3's, free throws and steals. But wasn't Kobe doing the same as LeBron is now the past two season's, when frankly he should have won the MVP then, (sorry Nash/Nowitski you both are great players, but you should have never won that trophy, huge atrocity), he I don't know averaged 35+, scored 81, 62 in three, then 65, 50, 60, 50, almost took a shitty Lakers team past the darling Suns, etc... and guess what he didn't get it then, he was too selfish, not a good teammate and blah blah blah. So what makes LeBron so special?, he handles the ball more than anyone on his team does twice over, and way more than Kobe ever did or has. You see, LeBron plays point forward in Cleveland, and well when you do that you tend to handle the ball more, which naturally explains why he has more assists and such. The other element that hampered Kobe back then was that his team didn't win enough. Fair enough, I understand that winning is everything, you win, you get glory, makes sense. So then why should LeBron even be mentioned in the same sentence this year when Kobe's Lakers are the best team in the West, 3rd best in the L and have an almost 10 game lead in W's versus LeBron's Cavs.
So let me see here again, he first shoots too much, doesn't make his teammates better and his team is only average = No MVP
Then.
His shoots less, gets his teammates involved, his team is doing very well and of course = No
MVP
What?
So here's my whole case for anyone wanting to debate this non sense any longer. Go back to the summer and watch (you tube) the US men's team play Brazil in the Fifa BBall Champs. Go and watch Kobe, not LeBron absolutely shut down Leandro Barbosa to the tune of 4 points in what may be one of the finest examples of lock down defence I've ever witnessed. Until LBJ masters the other end of the game this is null story and dumb debate.
Oh can't you feel the sweat coming off my forehead, wasn't that heated, a little feisty.
Sorry I tend to get emotional when my boy is being thrown under the bus. Remember: Super fan here, read with caution.
5a. One last point
THE VERVE HAVE REUNITED!!!!!!!!!!! YEAH!
Bye bye
jamie mah
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