So, notwithstanding the fact that were going through mayors like Miss Bizzarro goes through girlfriends, Birmingham's mayoral race just got weird.
Last night I went out for a bag of ice and here in Homewood William Bell's campaing people have put up campaign signs in front of my apartment complex. This is almost hilarious in that a guy who was mayor for about a month and wants to be mayor again doesn't even know where his city stops and the next city starts.
In other news, I think I may be starting something. Something that I've been needing for a long time. Lets just say I'm going to Ft. Walton Beach one weekend soon to see if I'm right.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Bella Swan Is Hot
OK so I watched Twilight last night. A lot of memories of a sertain someone came flooding back, but all in all I enjoyed it. And Kristin Stewart really really, I do mean really, is amazingly attractive. I'd say her playing Bella made up for at leadt 45% of why those memories came back. Looked almost exactly like her.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Sadness
The main thing that always gets me down is when people get upset with me and I have no clue why they're upset with me. I have no idea why you're mad at me, mabye you could help me figure it out?
Cold is better
I like it cold. I do it better in the cold, whatever it is. You don't have to worry about the heat making you sweat from places you didn't think you had, or the sun turning your skin into burned cheese pizza. The cold is my friend. Long live winter.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Here We Go
Ok. I'm not going to go too far into the past because that's going to bore you and its going to make my hands mad at me. But for the purpose of making sure you know what certain things are and how they connect with the story as it happens, I'm going to go back to the Summer of 2004. Don't worry it won't take forever. I started my first job in April of that year at Visionland, which is now Alabama Adventure. My first day of work I met what I thought at that piont was my dream girl- Beth, a tall, lanky girl with freckles and a Grateful Dead t-shirt.I never got a date with her, but we did talk on the phone a lot and once she hugged me and bit my ear ( I almost fainted). Later I would learn that while I was in Florida she was found dead of an overdose on the Southside hanging with a girl only known as Montana. Later the girl she was hanging with would be found eviscerated on the north side of town, according to rumors around Central Station.
Anyway, I moved to Florida that October and lived with my girlfriend and her family in Tampa Bay. I loved that city. Tampa was so magical, so different, so alive. I thought I was in heaven. I wound up moving back to Birmingham two and a half years later after a chain of events that, well, quite frankly is insane.
In June 2006 my mother and I were in an MVA on Warrior River Rd. in Concord. I was the passenger. A woman who according to the police report was employed by The Furnace, driving some random guy's car and did not have insurance, was coming back from the river and lost control, slamming into our Explorer, knocking us into a ravine and sending the front driver's side wheel ripping off the car and about 25 feet down the roadway before resting in the brush. Mom had a dislocated hip, 2 fractures in the same femur, and a ruptured spleen. I had a burn from the airbag the size of a frakking quarter and a lap ful of iced tea.
After we moved to Adamsville, into the notorious Cloverleaf Trailer Park. I got a job at Wal-Mart in May of 2007. I stole a gift card for $1000, and ran. in June 2007. I turned myself in two weeks later after a vacation to Tampa and spent a week in the county jail before my mom posted my free bail. I got a job at Sonic Drive in with my sister, and it happened for the second time: I fell in love. Cynthia was wonderful, so wonderful I can barely describe her. I loved her, and I felt it in my bones that she loved me. But there was two problems: her mom was the boss at Sonic, and Cynthia was one of my sister's best friends. My sister told me it was okay, so somehow I was glad that fate made my job a little easier. To get an annoying juvenile minded girl off my back, I asked Cynthia to pretend to be my girlfriend. At first she was reluctant, because she didn't like lying, but she agreed. I can't remember if it was that night or a few days later but my phone rang, and I answered. To my shock, it was Cynthia inviting me to chirch. I agreed and we went with her church to feed the homeless and worship with them in Linn Park. This started the most exhilirating time in my life so far. I say this for two reasons: she made me feel like I was on the moon, and I also did everything with the constant fear that her mother was going to come around the corner with a Howlitzer pointed at my chest.
It all ended one day, I got fed up with her mother telling me to go home when I was in a bad mood, so I quit. On my way out the door, I was simply trying to get across one simple point: I did not want Cynthia punished because I quit. If you knew Cynthia's situation you would understand what that means. Then her mother started talking over me, and that is the one thing that, at that time, would make my bllod boil and my ears shoot steam faster than you could say run. We argued at the top of our lungs until I was a block away, and the only thing I remember for absolute certain from that entire weekend is the look on Cynthia's face- It breaks my heart today to think about that look. From that point I can tell you only what I've been told by my mother and Cynthia as far as what I did between leaving Sonic and three days later. Apparently in my anger I called DHR to get them to take away Cynthia's niece, but all I remember is being so mad I wanted to destroy everything I saw for three days. The next thing other than my anger I remember is her calling and the first words out of her mouth were "I'm going to kill you." I was reeling, didn't know anything except I really didn't want her mad at me for something that I did not mean it to affect her. I told her I didn't know anything about it and that was pretty much the beginning of a two year struggle with suicide, depression, and the Adamsville Police Department.
That argument happened on Saturday, November 14, 2007 at about 8:00 A.M. That phone call from Cynthia was Monday November 16 2007 around 6 P.M. After that was more or less the same ever day : Wake up, cry, hate the world, hate Susan, contemplate suicide, beg Cynthia for another chance, cry some more, and go to bed. On Christmas, things got to a point. I tried to kill myself by putting a 20 gage I.V. cath in my arm and letting the blood just pour. Somehow I heard a voice telling me to go home, call the paramedics, and live. I did, in a daze and pretty much not knowing anything was going on. The one thing I remember is my sister's friend Jessica dragging me to the bathroom to try to clean me up before the medics got there and calling me a love sick idiot the whole time. I spent two weeks in Brookwood Hospital, and after that I was still more or less depressed but I didn't try to kill myself again.
In April of 2008 I met a girl named Meg. A girl from Bessemer, I figured, ah, she's harmless. A year and a month later I figured out that I was just using her as a tool to get my mind off my heartache and she was using me as a tool to make her ex jealous. There is one day I remember being left alone with one of his friends while they went off, and I thought they might be doing the do, but I shrugged it off. Turned out I was right. So I went back to Florida in May of 2009, and this is where my transformation begins.
I was staying with Tiffany's Aunt and uncle, since Tiffany was in Salt Lake City and I didn't have to deal with her crazyness. But I pretty much went back to what was happening before, I was depressed and I caught myself in that point where I was about to commit suicide. I left on May 31, told Marie I was going to collect cans, and kept on going. I finally came to a place called Holy Ground. I had heard about it before but my idea at this point was to ask for some water and heep going to the beach, where I would die. I saw their preacher baptizing folks in a swimming pool, and my heart was just telling me to stay a while. I talked to a guy named Joe, and I decided I needed to stay for a while. Yes, It is a homeless shelter, but the way it is structured and the way everything is centered around God and helping yourself, It is more like a spiritual recovery center. While it isn't a licensed rehab or medical facility, I personally knew people who had homes and money but they came to get clean and found God there with his arms open. That's what happened to me- I had a home, but I needed to get off this whole suicidal kick and I found God again. I finally rolled back into Birmingham on July 12. Things have been so much better in my life. My family and I get along. While there's a snowball's chance I'll ever get back together with Cynthia, she's speakign to me. And in October, I started Paramedic school at Tri-State Institute.
So my life has been fun. Not in the yay sense like Six Flags, but the wow this is a real roller coaster ride kind of fun. So from now on it is My Life. As it Happens. A Story of Epic Proportions.
Anyway, I moved to Florida that October and lived with my girlfriend and her family in Tampa Bay. I loved that city. Tampa was so magical, so different, so alive. I thought I was in heaven. I wound up moving back to Birmingham two and a half years later after a chain of events that, well, quite frankly is insane.
In June 2006 my mother and I were in an MVA on Warrior River Rd. in Concord. I was the passenger. A woman who according to the police report was employed by The Furnace, driving some random guy's car and did not have insurance, was coming back from the river and lost control, slamming into our Explorer, knocking us into a ravine and sending the front driver's side wheel ripping off the car and about 25 feet down the roadway before resting in the brush. Mom had a dislocated hip, 2 fractures in the same femur, and a ruptured spleen. I had a burn from the airbag the size of a frakking quarter and a lap ful of iced tea.
After we moved to Adamsville, into the notorious Cloverleaf Trailer Park. I got a job at Wal-Mart in May of 2007. I stole a gift card for $1000, and ran. in June 2007. I turned myself in two weeks later after a vacation to Tampa and spent a week in the county jail before my mom posted my free bail. I got a job at Sonic Drive in with my sister, and it happened for the second time: I fell in love. Cynthia was wonderful, so wonderful I can barely describe her. I loved her, and I felt it in my bones that she loved me. But there was two problems: her mom was the boss at Sonic, and Cynthia was one of my sister's best friends. My sister told me it was okay, so somehow I was glad that fate made my job a little easier. To get an annoying juvenile minded girl off my back, I asked Cynthia to pretend to be my girlfriend. At first she was reluctant, because she didn't like lying, but she agreed. I can't remember if it was that night or a few days later but my phone rang, and I answered. To my shock, it was Cynthia inviting me to chirch. I agreed and we went with her church to feed the homeless and worship with them in Linn Park. This started the most exhilirating time in my life so far. I say this for two reasons: she made me feel like I was on the moon, and I also did everything with the constant fear that her mother was going to come around the corner with a Howlitzer pointed at my chest.
It all ended one day, I got fed up with her mother telling me to go home when I was in a bad mood, so I quit. On my way out the door, I was simply trying to get across one simple point: I did not want Cynthia punished because I quit. If you knew Cynthia's situation you would understand what that means. Then her mother started talking over me, and that is the one thing that, at that time, would make my bllod boil and my ears shoot steam faster than you could say run. We argued at the top of our lungs until I was a block away, and the only thing I remember for absolute certain from that entire weekend is the look on Cynthia's face- It breaks my heart today to think about that look. From that point I can tell you only what I've been told by my mother and Cynthia as far as what I did between leaving Sonic and three days later. Apparently in my anger I called DHR to get them to take away Cynthia's niece, but all I remember is being so mad I wanted to destroy everything I saw for three days. The next thing other than my anger I remember is her calling and the first words out of her mouth were "I'm going to kill you." I was reeling, didn't know anything except I really didn't want her mad at me for something that I did not mean it to affect her. I told her I didn't know anything about it and that was pretty much the beginning of a two year struggle with suicide, depression, and the Adamsville Police Department.
That argument happened on Saturday, November 14, 2007 at about 8:00 A.M. That phone call from Cynthia was Monday November 16 2007 around 6 P.M. After that was more or less the same ever day : Wake up, cry, hate the world, hate Susan, contemplate suicide, beg Cynthia for another chance, cry some more, and go to bed. On Christmas, things got to a point. I tried to kill myself by putting a 20 gage I.V. cath in my arm and letting the blood just pour. Somehow I heard a voice telling me to go home, call the paramedics, and live. I did, in a daze and pretty much not knowing anything was going on. The one thing I remember is my sister's friend Jessica dragging me to the bathroom to try to clean me up before the medics got there and calling me a love sick idiot the whole time. I spent two weeks in Brookwood Hospital, and after that I was still more or less depressed but I didn't try to kill myself again.
In April of 2008 I met a girl named Meg. A girl from Bessemer, I figured, ah, she's harmless. A year and a month later I figured out that I was just using her as a tool to get my mind off my heartache and she was using me as a tool to make her ex jealous. There is one day I remember being left alone with one of his friends while they went off, and I thought they might be doing the do, but I shrugged it off. Turned out I was right. So I went back to Florida in May of 2009, and this is where my transformation begins.
I was staying with Tiffany's Aunt and uncle, since Tiffany was in Salt Lake City and I didn't have to deal with her crazyness. But I pretty much went back to what was happening before, I was depressed and I caught myself in that point where I was about to commit suicide. I left on May 31, told Marie I was going to collect cans, and kept on going. I finally came to a place called Holy Ground. I had heard about it before but my idea at this point was to ask for some water and heep going to the beach, where I would die. I saw their preacher baptizing folks in a swimming pool, and my heart was just telling me to stay a while. I talked to a guy named Joe, and I decided I needed to stay for a while. Yes, It is a homeless shelter, but the way it is structured and the way everything is centered around God and helping yourself, It is more like a spiritual recovery center. While it isn't a licensed rehab or medical facility, I personally knew people who had homes and money but they came to get clean and found God there with his arms open. That's what happened to me- I had a home, but I needed to get off this whole suicidal kick and I found God again. I finally rolled back into Birmingham on July 12. Things have been so much better in my life. My family and I get along. While there's a snowball's chance I'll ever get back together with Cynthia, she's speakign to me. And in October, I started Paramedic school at Tri-State Institute.
So my life has been fun. Not in the yay sense like Six Flags, but the wow this is a real roller coaster ride kind of fun. So from now on it is My Life. As it Happens. A Story of Epic Proportions.
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