Dealing with insomnia, and a broken wrist while thinking of old jobs I've had

Oh, man, having a broken wrist sucks! And not only does it hurt, but it wont let you sleep.
It is 2:33 in the morning and I am wide-awake. You see, being that I am not using the arm much, the nerves decide that they want to play late at night. That keeps me up more then the pain does. My arm feels as if it want to do windmills.

So I am all dazed and sleepy with an arm that wants to do circles in the air. It sucks I tell you!
But alas, being up this late got me to thinking about all the jobs I have had, or at least the ones I can remember at this moment. Damn I have had more then my fair share of jobs. Some I miss and some I don’t.
Here is a list of the ones I can remember, along with the injuries I've accrued.

X-pert messenger service
Yes, I was a “New York City Messenger”. Not a bad gig, but all I can remember from this job, is wearing a tie, in august in NYC walking a lot and sweating my ass off.
Injuries: sprained ankle

D.M.B. &B
Another messenger service, but this one was being an in house messenger, I only did deliveries for that one company, so no random deliveries, pretty much the same destination. I was fired from this company and the company above at the same time.
Isn’t that some Bullshit!
You see my so-called cousin got me the job in both companies while he lived with us, but once momma kicked him out, I somehow lost my jobs. Hmmmmmmmmmmm
Injuries: Hurt pride

Family Pet Center
Working at a pet store, now this job rocked! Working with kool people, good-looking girls and in a mall, now this was fun job. I learned a lot about how much fun animals are when you’re tripping on acid. In addition, I read a lot, and spent a lot of time in the mall. Oh yeah, I worked in two other stores at the same time.
Injuries: sunburned eyeballs, concussion, various animal bites

Music land
Oh yeah, dream job time. What more would a musician want as a job then working in music store? This was fun while it lasted
Injuries: none

Sam Goody
Oh yeah, another music store. This one sucked big time. We had to play certain music and push to sell certain items. This job was a total bummer.
Injuries: None

Service Directions
I was the “Maytag Man”. I had my little uniform and all. I once called a radio station, got on the air, requested a song, and got denied my request because according to the commercial, the “Maytag Man” doesn’t really work. I quite this job with flare. I cursed people out, got loud and even threw my work keys at my boss. Felt great.
Injuries: Cut my thigh with a blade

Marquez pavers
This was where I learned how to be a man. I remember waking up with the sun, sweating or freezing all day, having hands so scraped and dry from working all day with bricks. Constant lower back pains, and headaches from being out in the sun all day. This job sucked. However, it had it moments. I learned a lot there. I also grew a lot. In addition, I made good money. I even got a shot at owning my own business with this company..
Injuries: Smashed fingers, scrapped and raw fingertips, herniated spinal disc

E&J Contracting
Owning my own company with my best friend, this was it. I quickly learned the valuable lesson that friends and money, should not mix. Hence me working for “The Man at the current moment.

I Love N.Y. Pizza
I was a pizza delivery boy. A damn kool one at that!

Software E.T.C.
A video game store. Oh, man I was in heaven. I got to borrow any game I wanted, play my music all day while I worked, run scams in the store that enabled me to make extra cash, and pretty much do what I want. Kool gig got me through school.
Injuries: None

Poppy’s Deli
A little, side gig I had while I was finishing school. I had fun, gained weight, made some money, al in one summer.
Injuries: sliced my thumb on the meat slicer

Cablevision
First job offer after graduation, 911 going on at the same time take what ever I could. I made friends, money, and enemies. I was the “Cable Guy”. I got fired for some bullshit. Ah well, life goes on. I do miss that job though.
Injuries: Fractured ankle had a slipped and herniated spinal disc.

U.S.I.S./Vantage
Installing cell phone antennas is not that much fun. Being on the top of buildings or water towers in the dead of winter freezing my ass off, I only lasted three months there.
Injuries: None

R-Tegan General contracting
Doing just that, general contracting, what is funny is the owner worked for me when I had my company. Life is funny huh? I learned a lot here. Got to work with a friend, laugh and have a good time. Some times. The owner was a dick at times. Felt like killing him often. Had my opportunities.
Injuries: Too many to name

Mark Buick
I was the parts person at a car dealership, boring. I was there for a year, and then got laid off due to our slow economy. More things that make life fun.

R.M.C.B.
My current job. I am a “Computer Operator” and I break my wrist? The least dangerous of all my jobs, and this happens. How does this happen to me?
Damn I need to sleep.
Till next time….

On medical leave for a bit

Hello all, I am assuming you all have read my last post. Therefore, as you all know I am seriously hurt. I can only type with one hand. And typing with one hand is annoying.

Therefore, I am writing to let you all know that I am taking a break from blogging for a bit.
Why you ask? Well do me a favor try typing with one hand. Let me how it goes. Write me an email or two. Then you will see how annoying it is. In addition, I have metal rods going into my bone in my left arm.

That hurts.

So do not be mad at me, I have a doctor’s note.
Till next time….

Hurt!

7:27 pm, a lil over half an hour before I’m out of here. I get to go home, chill out watch “Heroes” aight, cant wait until 8 o clock”.
“Should I play solitaire until eight or should I restock our paper supply?”
“Hmmm, re-bills will be coming in tomorrow so let me get a few boxes down so my boss “Bob” will be kool with me in the morning”.

I grab the big grey ladder and walk it over to where we keep our “Z” form.
“I’ll bring down 4-5 boxes, load up the wall and that should make time fly”.
Up the ladder I go, there is like 3-4 boxes up here, let’s bring em down. I toss two boxes down and begin to climb down, but then I notice a box in the back.
“Damn, now I gotta climb out and grab this one”

I climb out the ladder and step onto the shelf. I reach over to the box and I grab the strap that is wrapped around the boxes. You see these boxes have straps around them, so picture a box with two yellow plastic straps on them. I yank the strap in an attempt to pull the box close to me, only to have the strap snap.

Now this has happened to me often. The paper companies are saving money by making thinner and cheaper straps, so these babies snap often. Its very frustrating but you get used to it. One thing though.

I have never had one snap at this height and with me a lil off balanced. I fell back, saw my left foot miss the steps on the ladder and down I went. When I landed, all I heard was a low crack sound. Sounded like the snapping of a candy bar. That bugged me out.
I laid on the ground and thought, “I should just stay on the ground till someone comes, but damn I work alone at night!”

Get up James!

I get up and notice my wrist, “Holy shit! My wrist is fucked up!” is all I can say. Seriously folks my wrist looked like an accordion, it was that messed up. I attempt to straighten it out by pulling on it and oh man, did I feel pain.
Must get to a hospital is all I am thinking.
I walk into my office, check to make sure the last job I started is still running and then I call my boss.

Me: Ummm, hi Bob
Him: Hi James, what is up?
Me: Can I go home?
Him: Why what’s wrong?
Me: I just fell off the ladder getting some stock paper and I think I broke my arm, I need to go, and I have to get to a hospital.
Him: James do not leave I am calling an ambulance
Me: Bob, I cant afford the ambulance my insurance hasn’t kicked in yet
Him: Don’t worry about that now, workers comp will handle it, it’s a work related injury. What’s important is your health right now, I’ll call you back in one minute, don’t go nowhere.
Me: Ok, thanx bob, I’ll wait for your call.

And that was my Monday night. See what I mean?
If it were not for bad luck, I would have none.
I’m sure you guys would love for me to continue the story, but at the moment I am in way too much pain to keep typing with my one good hand. I just wanted to let you all know that I am seriously hurt now.

My left wrist is totally destroyed from the fall. I have metal rods and wires attached to pins going through it now. Fucking hurts, I tell you. I’ll be sure to write again very soon and continue with the story but for now I just hope all is well for everyone.
Till next time….

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Teenage sexual drive

“It is time to grow the fuck up” were my exact words to him. Why did I say that to him you ask? Because I’m right. There comes a time in a man’s life when a 4-6 minute sex drive just isn’t sufficient

Let me let you in on the rest of this conversation to clear up the chaos in my statement.

My boy (name kept out for privacy) came by yesterday to chill and watch that shitty baseball game. Throughout the game, our conversation switched onto the topic of sex somehow.

I had said to him,
Me-“You haven’t gotten laid since 1995,” he replied with,

Him- “Nah, I got laid a couple of weeks ago”

Me- “Your lying”

Him- “Nah I’m not, for real bro, a couple of weeks ago I got laid”

Me- “ok, describe to me the event”

Him- “I met this girl through my cousin and we called each other a few times, so she invited me over, we smoked a spliff and then got busy”

Me- “Ok, what happened afterwards, you lying sack of shit”

Him- “Ummm, afterwards I relit the spliff and then bounced when I was done”

Me- “Did you offer her a hit? Did you talk to her afterwards? Did you even cuddle or anything? You just pulled out, took off the condom and lit a spliff? No talk no kiss anything?”

Him- “Yeah, basically that was it”

Me- “Before you left, did you say anything to her, did you give her a hug, a kiss, or even a pat on the back”

Him- “No, should I? Dude I got mine that’s all that mattered”

Me- “Ha! And you wonder why you never slept with a women more then once huh? Dude the time when you fuck vigorously for a few minutes is over. You are a grown man. Enjoy your time with the woman. Have her remember you in a good way. Right now, I bet she is telling everyone how wack of a lay you are. You went in there like a fucking teenager, no foreplay or anything, you smoked had sex, really fast mind you, then got up when it was over, sparked a philly smoked, didn’t even offer her any, and left”

Him- “Yeah that was it; I don’t see anything wrong with it”

Me- “Huh! Are you serious, did you listen to what I said? Dude she gave herself up to you, and the way you repaid her was by basically masturbating with the help of her body. You just went into her, pumped really hard and fast I bet, and that was it. Dude you’re a grown man, it is time to act like one, especially in the bedroom”

Him- “You really know how to make me feel like shit. Sometimes I wonder why I even tell you things”

Me- “This is the reason why you tell me these things, because you need to be taught the error of your ways. Bro you are a grown man, you can’t be fucking like some typical project teenage punk. There is no race to an orgasm, are you even experiencing anything? Really, think about it. You are pretty much jerking off in her body. You are not feeling all around inside of her, rubbing the walls enjoying your time in there. Keep this up and you will never sleep with a woman twice”

Him- “Your probably right, but she isn’t my girl or anything important like that”

Me- “So what! Dude she is a woman that is giving herself up to you and you repay her with a vigorous 5 minute pumping action. That is sad, and how did you leave huh?”

Him- “I said check ya later”

Me- “So you didn’t even tell her you would call, or that there would be another time. Did you even kiss her on the check?”

Him- “No, I just said check you later and bounced”

Me- “I bet you she called all her friends and told them how wack and immature you were”

Him- “Nah, you think?”

Me- “Think? I know she is. One thing I do know in this world is women. And she is regretting having sex with you, she is ripping you to shreds with her friends, and you will never ever get a second chance with her. Why you ask? Because you fucked like a kid! It is time to grow the fuck up! You want women to remember you for good things, not for embarrassing yourself in that way”

Him- “You might be right but fuck it, I got mine”

Me- “And it is selfish and immature thinking like that, that will keep you from becoming a man”

Him- “Fuck you bitch I am a man”

Me- “Yeah but you fuck like a teenager. Grow up”


Do you people agree with what I said to him?
Till next time….

For my readers

Hello blog world. What is going on out there? As most of you know I am the type of person that feeds off of people reactions to what I write and say. So I am asking you my “Readers” if there is anything that you would like me to write about, or discuss, or even tell me to stop writing, feel free to send me an email at jimvelez@hotmail.com. I will reply to those that merit a reply and I will tackle any issue you guys feel that I should.

Feel free to write anything to me. Ask questions, look for advice, send me pics, anything. I just wanna make you all smile. Seems like an easy enough task. A “Dear Jmfv” would be funny, or me writing on an issue that you would like me to write on would also be fun.

Bottom line, I am bored. Give me something to do to entertain you all if not, there will be tons of “Semen” influenced blogs.

Till next time....

Something To Play

A couple of weeks ago I got a scanner. I have not had one in a long time, forgot how much fun they are. This time I went and found a lot of my old drawing and I scanned a bunch of them on to my pc. I like how the drawings I scanned somehow look damn good. Damn, let me find out I had talent. (lol)

If you wanna check em out their in one of my “Myspace” picture folders.

Ok, let me not get sidetracked here. This blog is about one of drawings I scanned. It is a pretty crappy face, and me being me decided to write a poem on it.

I think?

To be honest, I do not remember how or when I did it, but I do know it was about 15 years ago, (Damn I am getting old!). I might have written it and drawn it at separate times. I see that there is a coffee stain on it, but other then that, I am lost. I don’t even know if I named it or if it was something I just jotted down real quick.

Nevertheless, what strikes me is that this reminds me of a poem I have recently written. Seems I haven’t developed much huh? (lol)

Well here it is, enjoy.
Till next time….

Wake up everybody

While driving to work today, this song came on. It’s called “Wake up everybody” by Harold Melvin and the Blue notes”. Believe it or not, this is an oldie, but still a goodie. Now more then ever, these lyrics make so much sense. We all need to wake up a bit. All of us.
Till next time….

Wake up everybody no more sleepin in bed
No more backward thinkin time for thinkin ahead
The world has changed so very much
From what it used to be so
there is so much hatred war an' poverty
Wake up all the teachers time to teach a new way
Maybe then they'll listen to whatcha have to say
Cause they're the ones who's coming up and the world is in their hands
when you teach the children teach em the very best you can.

Chorus
The world won't get no better if we just let it be
The world won't get no better we gotta change it yeah, just you and me.

Wake up all the doctors make the ol' people well
They're the ones who suffer an' who catch all the hell
But they don't have so very long before the Judgement Day
So won'tcha make them happy before they pass away.

Wake up all the builders time to build a new land
I know we can do it if we all lend a hand

Get paid to blog

All righty folks. About a month ago, I got my first check as a writer. By that I mean that I got paid to write for the first time in my life. How you ask? Easy, I signed up with this company called “Gajillion.com”. (click on the link)

What they are is a company that realizes the power of bloggers. They know we hold weight with our words. Hence, they use us to get the word out there for their products. This simply means you are given a product to try and then you write a review on it. Moreover, here is the process for which they go by; they set you up with an “Encounter link” that you place in your blog for your readers to click. Now each click generates .15 cents for you. Not bad, considering that “Google” does something similar called “Ad Sense” in which they place an ad in your blog and you generate .10 cents per click.

With this company, you get a whole nickel more than with “Google”. You can also reject any job that is tossed your way. Translations, no obligation makes this a kool gig. I mean for just trying something out, and writing a review on it, you can generate a few extra bucks a week. Moreover, this company pays. I am living proof of that. I photo copied my check and invoice for proof of my first payment as a writer.

“Bloggers” hit this site of “Gajillion.com”(click on the link) for more info on it and be sure to tell them that I sent you.

Till next time….

My last free thought

My last free thought



Our world, as we know it
Has changed
With everything around us
Rearranged
As Nostradamus scripted
“Man made mountains shall plunge into the sea”
And now were all afflicted.
Some of us still in shock
Mouths open
As if they’re sucking on a cock
War is upon us
As written in some crazy scriptures
Now all we can do,
Is to look back,
At our old pictures
Or recall from memory
Sit down and tell the horrendous story
If the writings on the wall hold true
For a long time we all will be feeling blue
“Twenty and seven years”
Is what was written
All this chaos for what I say
Lets just be kids
Go outside and play
Go quick before the sun goes out
Don’t listen to the wrong people
Scream and shout
Our world has changed
With everything around us
About to be rearranged
Good luck to us all
Hoped you enjoyed your last day of freedom.
Sept 11 2001
Copyright © 2007. James Velez

Missed being robbed by mere minutes

Today started off well, then got crazy for a bit.
Here we go. I go do laundry in the morning at my local Laundromat. Now I have a unique way of doing my laundry, being that I hate to sit and wait I just drop it into the machine and leave.

You see I hate to sit and wait. So doing laundry only takes me an hour or so. I put it in the was for 22 minutes exactly, I leave go get a coffee come back and switch them to the dryer for 40 minutes, then drive home and chill for the time.

Well today I did just that, but when I put my clothes in the dryer and left, two minutes later the place was held up at gunpoint.

I came back to get my clothes 40 minutes later to find it swamped with cops. I get informed of what transpired then questioned as to who I am and what I am doing here. After a lil show and tell with the cops I head home buggin a bit.

I missed being robbed my mere minutes. Wow is today my lucky day or what?
Till next time….

Allergy advice

Ok here we go, for a quick laugh check this out. My girl was having allergy problems the other day, so I offered advice.

One being to clear up your sinuses just do a headstand over the toilet, dip your head in and flush. That should clean you out. All the water circling around should get all the mucus out. And to keep it all away, just get some chicken urine. That really works. Their urine keeps all allergies at bay.

She sent me to hell quickly. But I ask you all, did I offer good advice?

Till next time....

A short simple recap

Hello all. Been awhile since I sat down and wrote to my fans. How are you all doing? Hope you all are doing well. A lot has been going on since we last chatted. Don’t really know where to begin or what to write about. But I will tell you all this, I got me a new job. Yes! Finally I am employed once again. Been with them now for 2 months. I was unemployed for three, now that sucked a lil bit.

Grant it I was able to rest up, but let me tell you, it gets boring real fast. And me, I don’t sleep in, so that part I didn’t even register. I was up everyday bright and early sending out resumes, or desktop support to my clients. Did not rest at all. I actually sleep more now with a job, then when I didn’t have one. Odd huh?

Well I wasn’t going to get political but I must ask, what is up with “John Mccain” picking that lady as his running mate? Is he that desperate for the minority votes that he added her to counter “Mr. Obama”? She is a bit attractive I might add. And why remake “90210”? What’s next, “Melrose Place”? Are we that starved for new ideas?

Well not much has been going on in my life. I am dating this girl. That’s new. We’re taking it slow, as in getting to know each other, known her for a bit now, but not in an intimate relationship fashion. Taking it one day at a time, see where that leads me.

Got paid to write, which most of you know, and I thanked all of you for that. But other then that I have been bored as hell. Seems as if my life for some odd reason is at a stall at the moment. Maybe I need a lady to jumpstart my life, or some sort of divine force to point in me In the right direction, or I should just grow the fuck up and realize that I am living and this is life, we make the best of it. Ah well.

One thing that I am really looking forward to is “Football” season. Thank God for winter and its glorious sport. Oh and fall, I love fall. Well before I continue babbling I will let you all get back to your lives. Thank you for your time.
Till next time….

Perpetual Stalemate

Perpetual stalemate
That is what I am in
Stuck in a rut
Not a normal one
But a mental one
Feel as if I am lost in a thought
However, I have no thoughts
Therefore, I guess I am just lost
Lost in a perpetual stalemate
No movement forward
No movement backwards
Just the same going on and on and on
Boring huh?

Theme song for my nuts

Hello all, for a quick laugh keep reading. I was on “Yahoo” instant messenger with my friend “Ann” the other day. She was telling me how she wants to bring her boyfriend to NY and do the tourist thing. I told her bring him up to NY and show him all the sights, but he needs to come to NY number one tourist attraction. My nuts!

That is when she got mad, and told me I was gross.

I say to her, “Ann relax, my nuts are a huge tourist attraction. People come from all over to see them. They take pictures of them, they sniff em, they even bring their own Q-tip swabs to swab em and go home with some “Ball sweat”

This was her reply,

“Ewwwwwwwwwwwww, you are so freakin gross James, I am going to sign off now, thank you for making me sick”

“No ann. relax, seriously it’s a huge tourist attraction, I even have my own theme song”

She quickly signed off, so what did “James” do. I called her, just to sing my song. Its based on the “Juicy Fruit” theme song, being that the song seems dirty as is, I changed it up and it seemed to fit.

Here it is folks, enjoy.

Take a sniff
Pull it out
The taste is gonna move ya
Once you pop it in your mouth
James nuts
Are gonna move ya
Taste like salt
And goes right through ya
James nuts
The taste the taste the taste
Is gonna move ya

Till next time....

Farewell to the mole

Last night, my heart dropped. I mean dropped hard. I felt like crying. Let me tell you all why.

As most of you know my boy, "Paul" was a contestant on "The Mole" an A.B.C. reality based game show. I do not watch those shows, but my man was on it and I had to show my support.

Well I was caught up in it, I found myself a fan of the show, well more of a fan of his. You see, he made the show interesting. He gave it that special something that those types of shows lack. I call it "Realism". He was himself the whole time, a pure and utter dick. I loved it, he gave them all a little taste of our world. In addition, it came through loud and clear on the television screen. I know I am not the only one to feel this way about it.

Ok, I know I am rambling, sorry, on with last night. So I am at my computer playing a game, not really paying attention to the show at the moment because I honestly thought that "Paul" was going to win, or that he was the mole, so I sorta zoned out towards the end of the show, the part when they take the exam and eliminate somebody. I thought it was a given that he would survive to see another day.

Nope! Not this time, all I hear is,

"Paul, you have been eliminated"

Oh no, my heart dropped. I felt like crying, my pal is not the mole, nor is he the winning contestant. Damn, life is not fair. I called him immediately to see how he is doing and to see if what I just watched was correct.

Yep, he verified it for me, I told him I feel like crying, and he said he did also, but to make sure I watch the conclusion of the show to see how close he was to winning.

Huh?

Keep watching it?

Are you crazy?

I cannot stand these types of show, and now with you off, I truly have no reason to watch. However, I will, just to see who wins and who the mole is, and to find out what he was talking about. However, before I leave I will say this, Paul, after all this, I must admit, you may not be the man, but you definitely are one of the men. Thanx for the laughs, and you worded it best on your way out, you found out how important your family is, and you do have a beautiful family. "Tori and Alexa" are just gorgeous.

Therefore, I will wish you and your family all the luck. (Even if you did dump me for her, which is in the past though) You are a winner in our hearts buddy.

Till next time….

A star is born

Tonight if you watched "The Mole", you witness the birth of a superstar. Paul Grassi is that next star. When they showed his family on the now infamous "Train scene" that was just the beginning of his birth to stardom. When his cute lil girl did her finger flip for the door to open and the door opened, "America's" heart swelled. Then you see the look on his face when the door opened.

Whoa! Right there, a star was born.

Not only is he a good looking young man, but his wife is stunningly beautiful and that little girl of his was just beyond words.
Right now at this moment, his stock is at an all time high. Paul, cheers to you. Moreover, double cheers to you and that beautiful family of yours. Good luck to you on the show, and may luck follow you after.
Just remember to sprinkle some "Gees" on me.

Till next time....

Who is the sick one. him or her?

Ok, here we go once again with more questions from “Jimmy Vee”. You know you love em, don’t lie.

Well today’s question is simple. A man is sitting at a red light in his car, waiting for the light to turn, but while he is waiting, he decides to pick his nose. Now he is picking it the entire time, with no remorse mind you, just picking. Ok, now my friend is sitting at the same light across from him grossed out. However, she continues to look. She then sends me a text message detailing this, calling the man gross.

Now you all know me, I respond to her text by calling her gross for watching. She replies with “it’s like watching a car crash”. In other words, she could not turn away. Therefore, I say to her, you are a sicko. He is assuming that he is not being watched and he is in the privacy of his car, so he decides to pick his nose. No, harm no foul, but you looked, noticed he was picking, and then you continued to look. So who is the sick one then?

Him for picking or her for watching?

Till next time...

"Johanna" live at the "Bayou"

It was Friday night June 27. My friend “Melissa” and I head out to the “Bayou” in “Mount Vernon” to go watch a show. Were going to go watch “Johanna” and her band perform there. I had told her prior that she was in for a treat. However, boy was I wrong; we were both in for a treat.

This young lady hit the stage with a vengeance. She rocks! Her voice is beautiful. She is extremely personable, has an amazing stage presence, and her band does not hit a bad note. This was by far one of the best live acts I have seen in a long time.

From the first to the last song, you are glued to your seat. You just want her to keep on singing. For the moments that she is performing, everything in your life fades away. Not many artist performance can keep you enthralled for their whole set, but she can.

She even did an “Alicia Keys” cover of her song “No one”. In addition, I must tell you, her version sounds as if it is her own song. She sang the hell out of that song. This lady sang the hell out of every song. In addition, her band, oh my, they are incredible musicians, and this is coming from a musician, so I know when a band misses a note or messes up. These guys simply rocked.

I had to buy her album at the end of her second set. Yes, folks I sat there for two sets. My date was so impressed with them that all we spoke about the rest of the night was “Johanna”. Guys, word of advice, a “Johanna” show, is the perfect place for a date.

I will be putting out a review on her album shortly, but in the mean time, just peep out her page and sample some songs. You can even go to www. iTunes. com and do a search under her name or search for the album titled” Why would I sing”. And if you hate itunes like I do, you can get it at http://cdbaby. com/cd/johannamusic . You will not be disappointed. Trust me, have I ever lead you wrong?

Right now, all I can say is that she encapsulates love beautifully. Her CD has not left my player since Friday night. Moreover, it will not leave for another month or so.

Till next time….

What will be will be

What will be will be

It is no good to think long and hard about what might happen in life.
Just get on with it
That is what they say.
And I do
Day by day
I do my best and see what comes.
I suppose that is sensible.
It could always be worse, that is what I tell myself.
Sometimes I lie to myself just to get through the day.
Does that make me a liar?
Everybody lies.
Sometimes it is a nice lie.
Everybody lies.
Doesn’t make them bad
And it doesn’t make them sad
The truth shall set you free
That is how it goes right?
However, the truth don’t come so easily
But at times
What will be, will be.
Till next time...








Copyright © 2008. James Velez

Not Happening

“The Happening” did not happen at all. This was a horrible, I mean horrible movie. This movie tells you the ending in the first ten minutes. This movie was so hyped, that I knew it would either be really good, or just plain awful. And I was correct, it was just plain awful.

This movie makes me wonder if anybody reads scripts anymore. This movie had a good cast, which leaves me to believe that they did not read the script. Because had they read the script before agreeing to do it, I bet, they would not have acted in this crap.

M. Knight Shyamalan has lost me as a fan. I have tried to give this man a chance, but with this movie, he has lost me. I will never pay for any of his movies again. This man has not made a decent movie since “The Sixth Sense”. However, Hollywood refusing to infuse new blood keeps giving this man money to make garbage films. Films with so much potential as seen in the trailers but is nothing more then a waste of time

“Mark Wahlberg” whom I consider to be a decent actor, really flopped on this one. He played such a horrible leading man. From the get go I wanted to walk out, after hearing his little whishy washy voice. It was as if his character was written to annoy the audience. And boy, did it annoy me.

“Zooey Deschanel” played her usual spaced out self, nothing to brag about or to put on her resume. This movie had nothing, and I mean nothing special. It was just a total let down from beginning to end. And Hollywood wonders why “Bootleg Movies” sell. It is simple. Make a movie worth paying $12.00 for, and watch people shell out money for it.

On a scale of 1-10, I give this movie a two. People save your money and do not waste your time, remember, you wont get your two hours of lost life back, so do not waste it on this movie.

Till next time.

My Freind Jim Was Crazy

Hello all, I have been working on a book that is about me, but written from a friend's point of view and has his opinions about me. Well here is the opening to it I hope you all enjoy it and I would like to know what you all think about it.

Thanx.

Till next time....

(Excerpt from "My Friend Jim Was Crazy)

Never in my wildest dreams did I think that I would become "Jaded"? Jaded towards society. Moreover, lo and behold, my friend "Jim" got me there. I knew this man since childhood. In addition, even back then he did not fit in anywhere. Therefore, it was understandable that this person was "Jaded".

My friend Jim is crazy.

Not crazy in the Looney sense, hmmmmmmm, well maybe at times, but most of the time he was a pure genius. Some of the things that would come out of his mouth would astound others and me. He had this knack for saying what was on people's mind, and for being brave enough to say it.

I have never met anyone in my life, so secure in his manhood that he would grab a man's ass, simply as a joke, to get a reaction out of them, without thinking anything of it. Most people thought he was gay, or that he was hiding in the closet or something, but the fact that he could do those types of things and not get bothered showed, just how secure he was in his manhood. However, if you touched him in the ways that he would touch any of his friends he would flip out. Odd huh?

I have never run into anyone as "Crazy" as Jim was. Actually, I am going to stop calling him "Crazy", Jim prefers the term "Free Spirited". I like that one also; it seems to fit his personality more. Jim does come across as a free spirited individual. His points of view are so out there, I mean he sees things without blinders so to speak.

One example come to mind was how he described women to me many years ago, he said, "All women are whore and they can't be trusted, right down to grandma. She did her thing back in her day"

That sent me into a straight up, "What?"

Then he continued, but we will get to that part later on. My main reason for writing about him is some of the stuff that comes out of his mouth just baffles the mind. This person is no idiot this man reads a lot. Not textbooks or stuff pertinent to his life, like self-help books, or books on any job he is involved in, but books on life, and religion. This person is a professor of philosophy and does not see it. He is so open to other points of views, and sees both sides to every coin so to speak.

love scene

All righty, here we go once more with insane but meaningful questions from “James”.

Let us say you are an actor. Your next movie is gonna be big, your getting paid well, around 2 million I would say. Now your sibling, (a.k.a. brother or sister, depending on what you have) is also on the same movie. Now that is awesome, both of you making millions and about to be on the big screen.

Now here is the decisive factor. You have to be in a love scene with your sibling. It is not a porn scene; it is a love scene, similar to the one in “Monsters Ball”.

Pretty much, what I am asking is, can you do a love scene with your brother or sister?

Family and movies

All righty, here we go once more with insane but meaningful questions from “James”.

Let us say you are an actor. Your next movie is gonna be big, your getting paid well, around 2 million I would say. Now your sibling, (a.k.a. brother or sister, depending on what you have) is also on the same movie. Now that is awesome, both of you making millions and about to be on the big screen.

Now here is the decisive factor. You have to be in a love scene with your sibling. It is not a porn scene; it is a love scene, similar to the one in “Monsters Ball”.

Pretty much, what I am asking is, can you do a love scene with your sibling?

Deficate for cash?

Ok here we go again. I asked Dave if I give him $200 bucks a week, could I watch him shit once a day, all in the name of science.

Ok, after you stop laughing, here is his reply

"Hell no, I'll send you a video feed of me shitting for $100"

A video feed I said. "Come on, that's lame, the experiment consist of me sitting in the room and watching you, taking down notes that explain what your doing and what I am seeing." He once again gladly sent me to hell. His thought is that I am some freak, I told him "Dave it's all in the name of science, this is a way to help people get over stage fright, and to find out the differences between men and women in the toilet doing the same thing.

His reply was "James that sounds more like a scientific experiment on seeing how crazy "James" is and also its an invasion of privacy, fuck science." He continued, "You really are a sick fuck. You need help James. To watch someone shit. Why?

After I stopped laughing, I asked him,

"Dave you really wouldn't let me watch you shit for $200 a week? Seriously, no video, so there is not any danger of it appearing on "youtube" or anything like that, just me taking down some notes. Medical notes at that."

"James no is my answer"

At that moment, my roommate happened to walk in and ask, "What the fuck are you guys talking about in here?"

I explain to him what we were discussing, he starts to laugh, and as he is laughing I ask him the same question.

"Jay, would you let me watch you shit once a day for $200 a week?"

He replied nonchalantly,

"Sure why not? That's a sweet deal"

Now that is my boy.

Now comes all the questions, and comments from them.

1)How many shits do you get to watch? My reply was "just one shit a day for seven days, basically a week's work. Seven shits I would say."

2)Can I choose which one to allow you to watch? "Sure we would set it up in advance of course"

3)The morning shits are long, you had better pack a lunch for the morning ones, and mine are long. "Ok, lunch for a morning crap? You're in there that long?"

Therefore, I ask you now, my readers, would you let me watch you shit once a day for a whole week for 200 big ones? Once you stop laughing let me know what your answer is. Thanx
Till next time….

T-Mobile equals bad business.

T-Mobile is not Kool. Not Kool at all. I have been a loyal customer since 2001. I make every payment, some late, but I do not miss any. Now this month I paid them. I paid them on the eighth. Now I went over last month on my minutes so my bill was a bit outrageous. So I pay my monthly bill and say to myself, “Self, you’ll pay the whole thing off on either the next bill, or the week before its due. According to them, my bill is not due until June 6.

Well, lo and behold, they start texting, a week after I made my monthly payment, telling me that I need to pay immediately. So I thinking to myself, “Self, these guys are nuts”. I go to the website to check when my next payment is due, and bam there it is, June 6.

So I go and pay my “Con Ed” and my “Verizon” bill thinking that life will be good. I go on a few job interviews, put gas in my car, you know, do my thing. I stay on the grind, getting a new job is my main priority. So my mind had been preoccupied with tons of things running through it I sign in to my unemployment lat on Sunday, around 10ish.

I am thinking that my money will come in on time, because I signed in on Sunday and all will be well. But no! Not in “James” world. Things gotta go wrong.

My unemployment check is supposed to be in my account on Wednesday morning, but being that I signed in late it gets pushed back a day. No worries I say, I got some cash on me, everything is paid off and I should be good. I go to make a phone call and bam! There is this unfamiliar sound.

“Do dee Do, your call cannot be completed at this time because your service has been temporarily disconnected, and you will be transferred to our automated system to make a payment”

Huh? Is all I can say. They cut me! Those bastards cut my phone service. I check when my next payment was due and it reads once again, June 6. What the hell are these guys doing? I made a payment this month, I am not running anywhere, nor am I hiding. They cut me before my next payment was due. I tried calling them, but my phone wont make any outgoing calls. Even the 611 feature does not work. They really cut me. These bastards, that overcharges at every given chance, give me shitty reception, with shitty service, and I still pay, cut me. I am appalled.

Wait until I get them on the line. I will rip into them, and force them to severe my contract. This is not the way to treat your loyal customers. At least wait until I pay or don’t pay my upcoming bill.
Damn you T-Mobile!

Till next time.

Grilled Chicken Wrap.

“Wendy’s Grilled Chicken Wrap”

Today I will talk about this, now the reason I am even discussing it is that it let me down. Here I am at home watching TV on my couch, and every other commercial is a “Wendy’s” commercial, showing off their new “Chicken wraps”. Now I am hungry and it is looking good. Time goes by and my hunger subsides.

Bam! The damn commercial is back on.

“Ok, this wrap looks kinda big in that ladies hand. Hmmmmmmm, I think I am feeling hungry again.”

Well I sit there for a minute or two thinking it over. Should I go to “Wendy’s” is all that is running through my head. Nah, I don’t feel like wasting the money nor the gas, but damn, I am hungry and would you look at the TV, there is the answer, get a new “Grilled Chicken Wrap to go”.

There it is, my decision is made, that wrap looks like it’s a nice good size, I get me some fries, or nuggets with it and I’m good.

Off to “Wendy’s” I go.

I tell you, I get to the place and the “wraps” look good on the signs. I place my order, get my food and I run to my car. Man, I am hungry, cant wait to get home and chow down, I stick my hand in the bag to get me some fries and I pull out the wrap. Would you believe that this has to be one of the smallest “wraps” I have ever had. I nearly stopped in my tracks when I got a look at this. Oh man, I am fuming now, this commercial mislead me, big time. This lil ass snack is not going to do anything for me. Damn! I knew I should have checked the bag before I left.

Well to end this rant, or sort of rant, I will tell you all, do not! I repeat, Do not, get your self a “Wendy’s Grilled Chicken Wrap” if you are hungry. The “Wrap” is strictly a snack.

Are people of color safe in N.Y.?

Friday, after nearly two months of one of the most controversial trials of police accused of murder in New York City's history, Judge Arthur Cooperman announced that he found the NYPD police officers who killed Sean Bell and seriously wounded his friends Trent Benefield and Joseph Guzman not guilty on all charges.

"This scandalous verdict is another reminder that the courts will fail the people of New York City over and over again when it comes to trying police violence," said PJ member Latanya White. "While people of color, immigrants, and queer people are brutalized by the police and left with physical and emotional scars, the police continue to get off easy. It's outrageous.

"Peoples' Justice is appalled by the Queens District Attorney's lackluster prosecution of the officers, which many observers and attorneys believe contributed to the acquittals, and demands that this case be re-tried by federal prosecutors based on civil rights violations. Furthermore, Peoples' Justice calls for an independent prosecutor in all past and present cases of police misconduct and violence."We're reminded of Amadou Diallo all over again. We're reminded of Abner Louima, Anthony Baez, Eleanor Bumpers, and all others who have died at the hands of the NYPD's killer cops," said PJ member Joo-Hyun Kang of CAAAV: Organizing Asian Communities. "The DA's failure to prosecute the police is further evidence that all cases involving police brutality must be handled by an independent prosecutor.

The acquittal of NYPD Detectives Michael Oliver, Marc Cooper, and Gescard Isnora continues the mockery of justice and fairness that began even before the start of their trial. The defense attorneys originally requested a change of venue for the trial. When this request was denied, they were granted a request for a bench trial, thus denying Queens’s residents the chance to hold the officers accountable for the killing. During the trial, the defense attempted to malign Sean Bell's character and morals – implying that his killing was somehow justified due to his character – as well as those of his friends. The defense attorney representing one of the police officers, for example, repeatedly called Benefield, a “thug”."Clearly, the defense's attempts at character assassination worked," said PJ member Glo Ross of FIERCE. "Once again, the court system has failed New Yorkers, and the NYPD and its killer cops got away. We need to remember that the NYPD took someone's life that night and seriously wounded two others. The fact that the police officers responsible for this crime are being let off without so much as an insignificant punishment only sends them a message that they can get away with murder again. Now, it is up to New Yorkers to keep the NYPD in check.

Just wrong, more proof that people of color are not safe in a country that we helped built. We live in a sad sad world. Let me know what you all think of this.
Till next time….

Is that semen on you?

Question? Yeah I know what you all are thinking.

“Oh lord, another one of “James” crazy questions.”

Well yes, it is, but you must admit, my questions are fun. Don’t deny it. Well here is the “question” at hand.

You’re at a public setting, as in the bus, train, in line at the bank, anywhere, use your imagination. I personally like the bus or subway, but use anywhere you like. Ok while your standing there an individual behind you taps you on the shoulder and ask,
“Excuse me, but is that semen on you?”

What do you say to them? I wanna hear “reactions” to this.
Till next time….

Define me

I once read
The guilty hang themselves.
Sacrificial victims slash their throats.
The discarded throw themselves off buildings, or bridges.
Tormented minds blow their brains out.
Which one am I?
I have stolen,
I have lied.
I have deceived
Drugs, yeah I have tried.
At times,
It should have been me
That had died.

I once read,
The guilty hang themselves.
Sacrificial victims slash their throats.
The discarded throw themselves off buildings, or bridges.
Tormented minds blow their brains out.
Which one am I?
I think this for the best.
I know there is good somewhere,
I am saving you all from the despair.
This anger inside me
Blinding me to the realities of this so-called life
Leaving me filled with nothing but strife.

I once read,
The guilty hang themselves.
Sacrificial victims slash their throats.
The discarded throw themselves off buildings, or bridges.
Tormented minds blow their brains out.
Which one am I?
Go on paying no mind to me
I’ll be out of your way soon enough,
You’ll see.
Being ignored and forgotten,
Has this internal feeling
That can only be described,
As rotten
Forget me you will
Ending my life will be my final thrill.

I once read,
The guilty hang themselves.
Sacrificial victims slash their throats.
The discarded throw themselves off buildings, or bridges.
Tormented minds blow their brains out.
Which one am I?
Attempting to live this way
While constantly
Thinking against the grain
Leaves me
Constantly in pain
The only remedy seems to be

A bullet, in my brain

Copyright © 2007. James Velez

My Big Jump

It was an amazing experience.

Our First Kiss

I am working on a lil book that portrays my life a bit and I wanted to know what you guys thought about this part. Any form of criticism accepted, and there is also a link to a poem I wrote back in the day. Thanx for reading.
Till next time.

"First kiss"

As she sat on the hood of the car, I leaned forward and listened to what she said,
"Is there anything you got to say or want to do?"
"Ha! I got some things to say, but what I really want to do is kiss you right now"
And with a twinkle in her eye, she looked right at me and said,
"So do it. Go for yours"

I looked at her and just went in for the kiss. I have been waiting for this moment, and I tell you, it was well worth it. This was by far the best kiss I ever had. There was so much passion in it. Our lips locked as if meant to be together.
Her soft lips against mine, our tongues rolling around each other, taking in all there was. In addition, from that moment on, every kiss was the same, pure passion and love.

Here is a poem on this person click link to read it

One Question?

Just one question?



How can I let you go?
That is the question, I suppose?
Excuse me
Will anyone in this room please let me know?
Years have passed since we first met.
I must ask.
Did we have fun?
Yeah, I bet.
You showed me how to dream, how to believe.
Those were the lessons I learned and now I preach.
Rather then dwell on the past,
I’m learning to look to the future.
That’s a fact.
But still, I can’t help but think of what could have been?
That is why I look up at the world with a sad grin.
Just one of the many difficulties to get over
Every now and then, I find myself looking over my shoulder
Wishing you was still in my corner.
Your support will be missed,
Especially how passionate we used to kiss!
Missing your hands on my back
Then realizing, the love that we had,
Slipped right through the crack!
Come to think of it,
Ending it might have been for the best.
While writing this for me
Is a way to heal, that I much I will confess.
But when writing won’t even help this tortured soul,
I’ll just turn my back on the world,
Excuse me while I pack another bowl.
Even in a cloudy haze
Memories of you seem to peek through.
Just wish that I could easily
Get over you.
So, now back to my question,
How do you let someone go?
Will someone in this room…………
Please…….let me know.

Copyright © 2007. James Velez

The witch of Portobello

“The witch of Portobello”
Where to begin.
This book was amazing, beautifully written, and a pleasure to read.
“Paulo Coelho” wrote one hell of a book. This book a is necessary read for anyone looking for beauty in words. This author brought us “The Alchemist” another great book. I literally fell in love with the main character in this book, and so will you.
This book inspired me to write more, to love more, to live more. Yes, it is a fictional book, but the story in it, we can all relate to it. I recommend to each and every one of you to go out and purchase this book. You will not regret it.
Moreover, if you are not in the mood to purchase it, or just want a little sample of it, copy and past this link into your web browser.
http://browseinside.harpercollins.com/index.aspx?isbn13=9780061338809&HCHP=WitchPortbello_Sidebar1_FullAccess_021108
You can read the book in it entirety from the site. Now I hate to read from computer screens, but this book wrapped me up. I read the whole book from my desk at home and at work, and now I am going out to purchase it, not only for myself but also for a friend.

It was that good.

Till next time....

Live, Love, Learn, and Share

I am a lost and confused soul in this world. But aren’t we all?
I want to cry
I want to laugh
I want to dance
I want to feel all that there is to feel
Experience all that there is to experience
I want to learn
I want to teach
I really want to share.
I am reading a few books at the moment, one is fiction and one is a not. Nevertheless, what they both have in common is that they're showing me I want to live. I want to share my world with everyone that I come in contact with. I am not afraid to share who I am and I am not as selfish as some think.
Live, love, learn and share.
Thank you.
Till next time….

Review of "After Dachau" by "Daniel Quinn"

Daniel Quinn let me down. Well not totally let me down, but I am a bit disappointed. I just finished reading “After Dachau”. A book that I was so excited to read, I could hardly contain myself.

This book started a little weak but then in a matter of two to three pages it just blew my mind. As to how great of a writer he is, where he can sum things up so well, and give you a full look into things with just a few words. This book became good very quick, only to disappoint me in the end.

I am literally left with my mouth open wondering, “Was all this built up for that?” I still have to go over it with my pal “Melissa” just to get another point of view on it and hopefully see it a bit differently. She is an “English major” so maybe I will think differently after I go over it with her, but until then I will remain disappointed.

Now I do not want to discourage you people from going out and buying this book. Remember we all have our own opinions, but I will recommend that you pick up his other books before reading this one. This man is one of my favorite authors and everything that I have read so far from him I love and recommend to you all.
All but this one.

Till next time….

Knight Rider

N.B.C. got it all wrong.

Let me tell you what they got wrong. On Sunday, they broadcasted “Knight Rider” as a movie. And let me tell you, it was horrible. Any movie where the best actor is “David Hasslehoff” you know its bad.
In addition, on top of all this, they showed a commercial every six minutes. No lie, every six minutes. This was bad.
They ended it o.k. It has hopes of being a show, but I do not think it will be a good show, and these networks are known for putting crap on TV anyway, see caveman for more proof on this.
All in all, this was a horrible attempt at bringing back a decent show, not great but decent. Therefore, my advice to you is if you missed it your lucky, if you watched it, I know your pain.
Till next time…

Is love an emotional trend?

To actually be in love?

Can anyone define this? I dare you to. Give me a direct definition for love. In addition, I bet the person next to you will not agree with your answer.
It confuses me how someone can claim love then "poof" exhibit not one trace of it. Where does all that love go, is it a form energy that can be measured? We all know energy cannot be destroyed it just changes form. So does that love become hatred? On the other hand, even resentment. Or are they both the same emotion just looked at from a different point of view?
Why does it turn into the opposite? Why if it is changing, it doesn’t just slightly change? It turns into the total opposite.

Why?

I know the difference between being in love and loving someone. Nevertheless, something causes the love to cease. What drives a person to pretend as if you do not exist?
We all know the usual things that make a person stop loving. You can lie, cheat, and steal. Abuse someone’s trust. Something. However, what if there aren’t any of the usual signs?

Nothing!

Now you are just left to ponder, "what went wrong?” A constant reminder that you are not perfect, and that nothing last forever. Leaving you lost, confused and unfocused. Which leaves you all messed up now. Nevertheless, even emotions tend to fade away.

“Time heals all wounds”. For this delicate subject (which I do not claim to be an expert at) many books, song and movies have been written on it. Mainly by people who have failed at it. (Hence me writing about it). Yet we still pursue it. Knowing how difficult it is to keep the fire burning. Each one of us just hoping to find “The answer”. The answer that will keep love in our lives. Moreover, by saying love I do not mean the love with a friend or pet, or family member at that. I am talking bout love. The one that had you writing letters with those check the box if you like me in them, and tagging up her/his name in your notebook. Similar to that little kiddies love.

Love.

Even as we grow older, love in every aspect does not change. Yes, you approach it differently, but the feeling is still the same. Your heart flutters a bit; you lose your breath at her/his site. You want to be around them at all times. Talk, share ideas, bump into them, something. As children, we do not know what to do, which is why we hit each other. Not in a violent way, but a playful manner, and as adults, yeah we still play. Therefore, things do not change all that much. Instead of hitting your love interest to get there attention, we do other things. I will not get into that being that I cannot get the attention of anything, let alone anyone, but this whole blog is not just me rambling about love.
It is a question. Not one that I seek an answer for, but I ask my readers to seek out the answers for themselves and get back to me with the answer to that question.

What is love?

In addition, what makes a person throw all that away with out any remorse? I see that the last question is a loaded one. The first one is also, but it makes for a great debate if anything. If something meant so much to you yesterday, why isn’t it worth a thing today?
In addition, I am not talking about some trendy item. I am talking emotions here, but is love an emotional trend?
Hmmmmm…
Till next time….

A moment in the snow

It’s quite. For about two seconds, it is quite. Then bam
Do do ba boom, da boom da boom,
Do do ba boom, da boom da boom,
“Just a castaway, an island lost at sea, ohanother lonely day, with no one here but me, ohMore loneliness than any man could bearRescue me before I fall into despair, oh
I'll send an S.O.S. to the worldI'll send an S.O.S. to the worldI hope that someone gets myI hope that someone gets myI hope that someone gets my Message in a bottle,Message in a bottle,”
As “john Mayer” and my voice permeate through the air, I ask myself. Is it me, or does the world seem quieter when it’s snowing?

It just seems like all of my senses are heightened when it is snowing. The world is quite, and I can hear everything distinctly and there is nothing like getting off work, getting in your car and have a good song come on.

“John Mayer” does this cover of the “police’s message in a bottle” that is incredible. As the song begins, my smile grows. Then the words come on. Nothing beats the original, but his version is incredible and just takes the song in a whole other direction.

“I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
“I'll send an S.O.S. to the world”

So bluesy with a hint of jazz in it, it is incredible. And it dawns on me. Life really is not that bad. Its moments like this we live for. It may not be “the most incredible” moment in life or anything amazing, but it is enjoyable, and it should be appreciated for what it is. A moment.

Epiphany

Ok, ok. There has been a phrase going around recently. Most of you might have seen it as a comment on page. Nevertheless, let us set the record straight. This phrase does not fit me. Nor is it true. The phrase in question is, “Chimp Fucker”

Now I do not “fuck “chimps. A good friend of mine who shall remain nameless is the “Chimp fucker” not I. So let us put it to rest people.

All right, enough of that, now on to last night. Last night I had an epiphany.

Last night while lying in my couch, it dawned on me. I am living. Now I know what you all are thinking, “James duh, your alive”, but keep reading, it will make sense eventually.

I have been in a perpetual waiting period. Waiting for “my life to start” so to speak. I keep telling myself that once I get my own place things will change, or once I get a girl things will change, or once I get a good job things will change. Well duh! All of those things point to change, but none of that is worth the wait. It just happens.

So last night it all dawned on me, I am in the midst of my life. I am waiting for nothing because I am in it. I got a pretty kool apartment, I got a decent working car, I am employed, (with benefits) and a girl will come when the time is right. As for me waiting that is over with. I will no longer wait to do certain things, if I want to do them I will do them, my life is in full swing as far as I am concerned. So I smiled. I looked at my decent size TV and smiled. I snuggled into my leather couch and smiled. I looked at my kool blue wall, actually, my entire apartment has kool colors, but I looked around and smiled. My life really is not that bad.

Most of the things I am waiting for are right in front of me. It is true what they say, “you don’t see what is in front of you”. I have a lot of kool things right in front of me. I have friends that I love and they love me just as much, I may be single and lonely but that is only for the time being, me being so picky and all. Nevertheless, I will start to smile a bit more and appreciate what is all around me.

No that does not mean that I will become Mr. nice guy, but it does mean that I look at my life, not life in general, but my life, a bit differently. Today “James” woke up a bit tired but with a smile. Things are bad, but they could always get worst, so enjoy the moment.

Thank you for reading.
Till next time….

Paper Cup

Paper cup

“Love the girl who holds the world in a paper cup
Drink it up love her, and she’ll bring you luck”
“Danny’s song”

Staring at a blank screen
Hoping words will pop up
Just keep thinking of that girl
The one who holds the paper cup
Asking myself
What is it that is keeping me up?
Up this damn late
Maybe I’m thinking of that wonderful date?
Plenty of spilled beers
A three year long date
Filled with laughter and tears
For now
Hearing your voice will have to suffice
Hoping you return to me
To be precise
Searching for the right words
To sum it all up
When all I really want
Is to be that paper cup

Copyright © 2007. James Velez

Dr King

(Originally posted on 1/14/06)

Today is a holiday. I actually like this holiday. This one is actually worth recognizing. Today is “Dr Martin Luther king's” birthday.

Today once again, I heard a remark about this holiday. "What kind of card do you get on Dr Martin Luther king day? “Not every holiday is a fucking hallmark one. Some have some significant meaning to them. Today is a day to remember a great humanitarian, the greatest human right activist known. I mean this man changed many things in this country, not only for blacks but also for everyone.

Were all first generation American. In addition, whether they realize it or not, “King” had a lot to do with that. Shit would be a whole lot different around here if it were not for him. Therefore, when any idiot cracks a stupid joke about it not being a real holiday, it irks me. I mean is president’s day a real fucking holiday? What type of card do you get for that day? Oh but its kool cause it is for a bunch old white dudes? Dr King’s birthday is not a black holiday. It’s everyone's holiday. When we realize this, the jokes will stop.

Now Columbus Day, that is a joke. Do not get me started on that one. That will be another blog at another time. Read this for a little bit more info on this great man.

Martin Luther King Jr. was one of the greatest catalysts for change the world has ever known. His leadership and efforts provided the foundation for the Civil Rights Movement, which forced American society to end discriminatory practices. During the debate about whether or not to make his birthday a national holiday, racism showed its ugly head once again. Many opponents argued that either his life was not significant enough or that a new paid holiday would be too expensive. Both arguments were only smoke screens for racist attitudes. As far as whether or not his life was significant enough, the answer is a resounding yes. Dr. King’s life was as important as that of Abraham Lincoln. After all, President Lincoln led the country through a Civil War but Dr. King helped to prevent one.

A lil bit of semen for everyone

A lil bit of semen for everyone.

“Word up!”

If you really think about it, or actually, you do not have to think about it, but we all come from semen. (No pun intended there) As a man, I feel proud knowing that I shoot life. I call it, “The juice of life”.

“The juice of life”, now that is what I call it. I like the sound of that. If Michael Jackson gets to call his “Jesus Juice”, then “Juice of Life” will be mine.

As you see, most women are always going on about “the egg” life can’t be possible without “the egg”. Nevertheless, I ask you all, what do you call an unfertilized egg? No answer huh?

It figures.

I do not even know what an unfertilized egg is called. However, I do know that when a woman’s egg goes “unfertilized” it creates a big mess. In addition, it causes them discomfort with slight aggravation. Ah well, that is life.

Now I will admit that man needs woman just as much as she needs him to create life. I am not here trying to trivialize a women’s position in life. I am only trying to establish man’s spot in life. As it goes one cannot go on without the other. Life would have never come into being without each other.

For example, you cannot have a tree without a seed. Therefore, man shall be known as “the seed bearer” and women are more or less “the dirt” that the seed is planted in. Now I know that might piss off a few women out there, but that is the facts and that was only a metaphor I chose to use for this discussion. Now I might have used a bad one, but for the sake of humor, I will stick with that one. Ah well. Life goes on.

Now you all are probably wondering where “James” came up with this? Well I will tell you. It all stemmed from a conversation I had the other day with this girl where she was going on and on, on how women create life. Well I had to set her straight. She is nothing without a man. In addition, we are nothing without them, we need each other, Moreover, I will admit, we are nothing without them. However, you do not see us calling ourselves life bearers or bringers of life. I just got sick of her saying it repeatedly,
“We bear life” “we bear life”.
Well enough was enough. I jumped up and yelled, “In reality, you do not bear life, you incubate life”.
We as men shooting our “juice of life” actually help bear the life, women are merely the incubators”.

Oh man did that start a discussion. So me trying to lighten the mood, asked one of my boys that was there if they wanted some semen to help with his dry skin. She of course said a big “Ewwwwwwwwwwwww”. That is when I started on my semen kick. I said “Being that we are made from semen, then a little bit of semen on the skin wont hurt” and of course he laughed but she had to put her two cents in. and this is where it got us.

Therefore, to end this discussion before I am lynched, I will leave you all with this thought. We are all nothing but big globs of semen walking around. Now that is a messed up thought for the day.

Till next time….

Copyright © 2008. James Velez

Perfectly flawed

Perfectly flawed

Everyone travels down their own road,
Ours intersected.
Or so I’m told
Why do the ones you want,
Leave
The ones you don’t want,
Stay?
You ask,
So it could never be one agonizing over his/her choices in life and ponder whether or not they are making the right decisions?
You ask,
I Ponder.
Yes I say.
But don’t dwell
Dwelling only keeps you from moving forward.
Not one cloudy day with you,
And it rained the whole time.
We were perfect,
In all our flaws
That was
The true beauty
Of it all

Copyright © 2007. James Velez