1 A.M. stands for One American Mind. It's not who I am, as much as it is what I see. I am only Me. I live the way that I believe. I do have a somewhat unrealistic hope for all of Mankind, as You will find.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Monday, December 26, 2011
Zana Marie Lovering
Dear Mom, It's hard to believe that 10 yrs has passed already. In that time, Dylbug has grown into a beautiful & sweet 11 yr old boy. He plays baseball & guitar. He enjoys reading comic books & cracking up his little sister, whom we named after you. I've been married to her beautiful mommy, Reth, for 7+ yrs. Reth has a beautiful daughter, Devonah, that is 15.
Your beautiful daughter, my sister, has two very beautiful children. You remember Kadyn. He's a handsome young man now. His sister, Rhaevyn Zana Marie, is almost a carbon copy of Danielle at that age. They now live closer to us than they ever have.
In the time you've been gone, I've had several professions. Card Dealer, Realtor, Bartender, & Budtender(something you could not have imagined in your days). All I've done is do my best to take care of my family & friends. I often think, "If Mom could see me now, I think She would be proud."
In ten years, I've shed many tears, wondering "why?" The only answer I ever come up with is that there will never be any answers. It just is.
Your memories live on in all of us, Mom. My children will grow up knowing who you are, even if they never get to meet you. All of your struggles in life were not in vain. Rest in Peace Mom<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 March 10, 1959 - Dec 26, 2001Friends,... Make sure that those you love & care about KNOW that you love them. Don't assume. You just never know when that last chance to let them know will be.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
The Fair Job Market for a White Guy in America
So, here's where I am at in the search for a way to support my family through conventional means. In other words, ... A J O B.
To be honest with you, it seems futile trying to find a job as a bartender when any semi-decent looking person with Tits can just walk in and get hired, with no experience whatsoever. It tells me alot about that business. But, it's a trade that I know & do work hard at, so I must continue trying.
I HAD a job dealing cards at a private casino all lined up. I only had to wait a couple of days for my gaming license to go through, after I paid my $258 fee for a criminal history check. I have an absolutely clean record, except for the episode last summer. I had 3(three) marijuana plants growing in my garden and our neighbors turned me in. The Thurston County Narcotics Task Force raided my home, found nothing besides the three plants, one small glass pipe, and a digital scale. BOOM!!! Life jumped!!! Eventually I had my day in court. After playing the games of the Prosecutor & The Public Pretender, I ended up with Diversion. Basically, two years of no crimes, pay appx. $2700 in "fines", and 50-80hrs community service. The nice lady at the Diversion office looked at the "crime" and waived the community service. As She put it, "three plants?"
Anyways, now I cannot get a job in a trade I know well. I cannot get even a shot at another trade I know well, because of my lack of cleavage. I worked the past four months at a bar in a casino and busted my ass every day, knowing that at the end of my shift, I may have $10.
Whine on Corey, I know. I just don't get it. I'm SO employable, yet tragically unemployed. Fuck this System!!!
To be honest with you, it seems futile trying to find a job as a bartender when any semi-decent looking person with Tits can just walk in and get hired, with no experience whatsoever. It tells me alot about that business. But, it's a trade that I know & do work hard at, so I must continue trying.
I HAD a job dealing cards at a private casino all lined up. I only had to wait a couple of days for my gaming license to go through, after I paid my $258 fee for a criminal history check. I have an absolutely clean record, except for the episode last summer. I had 3(three) marijuana plants growing in my garden and our neighbors turned me in. The Thurston County Narcotics Task Force raided my home, found nothing besides the three plants, one small glass pipe, and a digital scale. BOOM!!! Life jumped!!! Eventually I had my day in court. After playing the games of the Prosecutor & The Public Pretender, I ended up with Diversion. Basically, two years of no crimes, pay appx. $2700 in "fines", and 50-80hrs community service. The nice lady at the Diversion office looked at the "crime" and waived the community service. As She put it, "three plants?"
Anyways, now I cannot get a job in a trade I know well. I cannot get even a shot at another trade I know well, because of my lack of cleavage. I worked the past four months at a bar in a casino and busted my ass every day, knowing that at the end of my shift, I may have $10.
Whine on Corey, I know. I just don't get it. I'm SO employable, yet tragically unemployed. Fuck this System!!!
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Just Thinking...
our mind
intimate with itself
secretes the substance of thought
without effort
to give us something to think about
and many times the substance of the thought
is of the nature that
if stepped back and examined
we surely never would reveal
within itself this mind
contains the tools for self-preservation
within every single mind
within every single nation
frustration!
intimate with itself
secretes the substance of thought
without effort
to give us something to think about
and many times the substance of the thought
is of the nature that
if stepped back and examined
we surely never would reveal
within itself this mind
contains the tools for self-preservation
within every single mind
within every single nation
frustration!
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