Buzz Lightyear

Posted in Im a Future Voice of America, Write it out with tags , , , , , , , , , , on January 6, 2010 by JuliusJack

insecure

adj.

1. Not sure or certain; doubtful: unemployed and facing an insecure future.
2. Inadequately guarded or protected; unsafe: A shortage of military police made the air base insecure.
3. Not firm or fixed; unsteady: an insecure foothold.
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a. Lacking stability; troubled: an insecure relationship.
b. Lacking self-confidence; plagued by anxiety: had always felt insecure at parties.
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The decade of 2000 has taught me the most valuable lesson thus far, knowing who you are down to the guts is the single most powerful tool you can possess. I am realizing this now, in my late twenties, it is very easy to tell who is real and who is fake. Thats a very amature way of segregating people but sometimes basic works. Living in LA you come across a wide array of people- some follow, some lead, some hide and some live their life with purpose and direction.
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What I want to touch on are those that live with purpose and direction because to me, thats the goal. Not worrying about the flock of mindless droids behind you. Never jeopardizing your character and your sense of self-worth for a cheap laugh or ego boost by people who are scared to think for themselves. Living off of the approval of others, never really being fully in charge of your emotions, constantly seeking the comfort of someone elses reassurance even when that someone is just as if not more lost than you are. Burying yourself with so much self concern that you really forget what its like to feel love and companionship. Losing the ability to feel real emotions based on real relationships that are built on respect and admiration of character and moral compasses. So lost in your own head that you are in auto pilot around others, never really focusing on the depth of relationships. Keeping everything inside your head, surrounding yourself with drones that you’ve manipulated to feed your addiction to yourself. Providing a false sense of comfort for others only so that they follow suit. Being scared to face the mirror because it doesn’t lie, it doesn’t provide empty comfort, it doesn’t tell you your funny. It simply shows you as you are, you eyes tell the story of your soul.

I was the drone, I was the leader, I was the hidden and the recognition of those truths have provided awareness and in turn freedom. Going through the cycle of insecurities that life provides- the reality of heartbreak, the discomfort of unfamiliarity, the constant self-doubt, creating empty relationships that provide false comfort as a coping mechanism. It’s only after facing the truths of these insecurities that you can grow. My father always told me, everything you do you do to yourself. When I heard it, I usually did something stupid and I was dealing with the repercussions. I never really dug into what that actually meant until I honestly reflected on life choices that I’ve made. Until I truly embraced the logic behind that phrase, I was constantly in remission. Never really learning anything from a self-inflicted issue expect how to get out of it with minimal damage. In retrospect, the mistakes that I’ve made were part of making me who I am today. In 27 years, I have never come across a phrase that means as much to me as that of my father. Now that same phrase motivates me everyday to utilize the other end of it. Everything that we do, we do to ourselves. You get out of something, what you put in. You can have the world as long as you go out there and get it. We are in charge of our own destiny, the outcome of our life is in our hands. As I stated early, I believe that self-awareness is the most important thing in life. I also believe that without feeling real emotion, real pain and sorrow, without every having been at the bottom of the rock- you can never really know what you’re made of. I’ve put myself in some of the worst situations possible and without the rawness of love and the strength to find the truth behind insecurities, I would not be who I am today. Consider this a declaration of independence, some Buzz Lightyear “to infinity and beyond” type mantra. With a clear mind and a head full of steam, the sky is the limit. To throw in some more clichés, “I am not afraid of tomorrow, for I have seen yesterday and I love today”.
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This started as a vent and turned into a declaration from negative energies riddled with insecurites and masked with false comforts. Catch me if you can.
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Post Script- Referring back to an earlier post, my Brazilian girlfriend did in fact stay in the country and we are currently chasing a dream. Also, leave Tiger Woods the fuck alone AND Nibb High Football RULES!

Goooood Music

Posted in Uncategorized on December 22, 2009 by JuliusJack

Beautiful

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Pure Beauty

God Bless

Groats Disease

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on November 16, 2009 by JuliusJack

Fiction- Curb. More to follow

When It Rains, It Pours

Posted in Im a Future Voice of America, Write it out, thinking through my fingers with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 4, 2009 by JuliusJack

Its been a wild week for the kid to say the least. I wont get into the gorey details but the mafia, couch surfing, sex to a point of too much, major life decisions, the World Series and a pending return of SF’s finest have all played a role. The bottom line is that I need to start really getting paid. I’m finding it more and more difficult to keep convincing myself that the path that I’m traveling is the right one. More than that, Im sick of telling you about it.

*This post isn’t really about anything except decompressing this past week. Reading it back, it isn’t interesting at all.*

Major Life Changing Decisions

I dont know if its the lack of motion in my life as of late or the final close of the summer months but I actually convinced myself that I should move back to Connecticut for the winter. Am I fucking insane? I don’t own shoes! I cant do that but at the same time I already gave up the room in my house so now Ive got to be very fast and make some on my feet decisions as to where I’m going to write my next blog post from. Not only did I rent out the room in my house, I rented it out for $400 more than what I pay. That kind of hustle should get me paid in this world but I cant seem to figure out what outlet to plug it into. This drives me fucking crazy, I have the drive and the ability to make things happen but have no forum to do so in a way that will become a living. I seriously feel like I could be “The Wolf” from Pulp Fiction, I think on my feet and get things done in a timely manner when under pressure. With all that said, again, I have zero outlets for that in the real world. I’m actually hoping someone out there reads this and sends me an email titled “Relax, I have the perfect position for you”. Fuck!

There is No ‘S’ On My Chest

But sometimes I feel like there should be. No let me preface this by saying I love sex, period. There is no grey area, it is black and white- I love sex. With that said, I can not perform like a Superhero. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not talking about a one and done kind of thing- I can rally. I really dig this girl, she makes me laugh, she turns me on always but now we’re getting in to areas of the human body. As a man, I can not perform 4-5 times a night every night! It just doesn’t happen that way. I not ashamed of it, I just simply can not do it! I understand shes leaving in a few weeks and we really have passion for one another but I feel like I’m being turned off by the amount of sex that she wants to have. Am I crazy? Is this a normal thing? Fuck!

The Mafia

No Comment

Couch Surfing

Yeah, I’m going to be a couch surfer for a month or so while I figure out what the fuck Im going to do. I cant really say that I’m upset about it, I enjoy things like this. Completely cutting free from obligations and just being out there and free to do whatever the fuck I want BUT at the same time- Ive done this before. I wish I could just figure it out already. Its not the economy because the jobs that I want aren’t affected by the recession. I have the ability to entertain, that is recession proof. I just need to entertain the right people so I can stop this bullshit. I know the future, although immediately might look uncertain, will be very good for me- I know this. I have no quit in me, I Will Not Lose- that’s the truth. There is nothing short of death that can keep me from believing that I will have everything I desire, I just wish I found what I’m looking for already! Fuck!

The World Series

My boys are back and I was there from the very beginning. Me and a fellow fanatic snuck into the most anticipated home opener in the history of baseball- we snuck in! We were at opening day of the new Yankee Stadium where you couldn’t find a seat in the house under $400. We were there to see CC Sabathia give up ‘X’ amount of runs and watch our boys lose, badly, to the Baltimore Orioles who finished the year in dead last. From there to here, from taking my nephew to his first game, to drinking 40s on Metro North with an old lady from the Bronx- twice, to watching Arod earn his stripes up to this point, to watching each pitch religiously as if I had personal stock in the team. This team has been there for me when I needed them, they provide comfort and an escape. When things in life get out of hand- they are there. The pending World Series championship means a return to glory for me, I was always on top when we were on top and since then I feel like Ive fallen to the depths. Not to say that if and when we win #27, all doors will open for me but its a start. NYY 09!

Yeah, You Know What It is

I will not go in to detail for a number of reasons, one being that she reads this blog now. Hopefully every morning, noon and night. I will say this- with all the uncertainty surrounding me, I am very happy to be reuniting with her. Where it will go is a mystery but I want her to know that there are no expectations to live  up to. The last thing I want is pressure to feel a need to satisfy the readers. Yeah I adore you and write about you in an internet blog for an average of 76 people to view daily but that’s not to say that I know what the hell I’m talking about. To quote the Prince Of Darkness Himself, “I’m a dreamer, I dream my life away”.  Just know this, I am me 100%- You be you 100% and maybe we can be we 100%.

Lots of Story lines to be continued on. Stay up readers

One Hundred

*The names have been changed to maintain anonymity of persons involved*

Posted in Im a Future Voice of America, Pilot Scene, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 21, 2009 by JuliusJack

SUBWAY FIGHT SCENE
After a night of drinking and surfing in shopping carts on the campus of UCLA. Rob and Jack decide that its time for them to get some food and the local Subway. The closest Subway is a few blocks away, they walk.
ROB ENGELSON
(ecstatic)
Meatball grinder, that’s all I’m thinking about. I’ve been good all week with the greens and the chicken and whatever the fuck. I want a MEEEAAATTBALL GAAAARRRIIIIDAHHH!
JACK MANGIN
Come on, you know Subways Meatball Grinders are shit
ROB ENGELSON
Oh get out of here, you’re out of you mind.
JACK MANGIN
Subway Melt, that’s where its at.
ROB ENGELSON
Ok Ok, I can get with a Subway Melt. Lets just hope they’re open this late.
JACK MANGIN
Didn’t you google it?
ROB ENGELSON
Yeah but I don’t remember what it said. I’ve been texting that pig from the bar with the huge fake tits. Im trying to get her back to the house.
JACK MANGIN
Which one?
ROB ENGELSON
You know which one, the one I was making out with like the ship was going down- outside on the patio. With the monster chest. I think her name was Trish
JACK MANGIN
You’re chasing tail and I’m off searching for burgers and burritos. I need to hit the gym tomorrow, I’m never going to book any jobs with this belly.
ROB ENGELSON
Yeah yeah as you go and eat  a “subway melt” your diet is awful.
JACK MANGIN
It isn’t. I’ve actually been eating a lot better.
ROB ENGELSON
Jack, I’ve been with you the past 5 weekends. We get shitfaced drunk for 3 days straight and eat pizza every night.
JACK MANGIN
(being sarcastic)
Yeah, you’re not being a supportive manager or friend. You need to cut that out.
ROB ENGELSON
ME!?
The guys approach the Subway which is located inside a mini mall with a 7 11 and a nail shop that is closed. Its 4 am and the small parking lot is full of cars mainly with in and out customers of 7 11.
JACK MANGIN
(with melody)
Its oooooppppeeeeeennn
ROB ENGELSON
(excited)
Oh yeah it is
As they walk into the Subway they pass by a Dodge Caravan with a bunch of 17-19 year old chinese and Mexican kids hanging around it.
ROB ENGELSON (CONT’D)
Finally, the Meatball Gaaariinndahh
JACK MANGIN
I’m definitely handling at least 3 cookies. You have milk at the house?
MEXICAN SCUM PROBABLY NAMED JAVIER
What the fuck did you say nigga?
ROB ENGELSON
(looking around completely confused)
Huh?
MEXICAN SCUM PROBABLY NAMED JAVIER
Who the fuck you calling a meatball grinder?
ROB ENGELSON
Wait, what? I did what?
MEXICAN SCUM PROBABLY NAMED JAVIER
You know what the fuck you said bitch. You called my girl a meatball grinder motherfucker.
ROB ENGELSON
(non-confrontational)
No, no I was saying I was excited to eat a meatball grinder you know the sandwich. I want to eat one
JACK MANGIN
Yeah, he didn’t call anyone that. He wants to eat one, the sandwich.
The skinny chinese scum comes from out from inside the sliding door of the caravan
SKINNY CHINESE SCUM
What the fuck did you say nigga?
JACK MANGIN
(laughing in disbelief)
Huh?
FAT CHINESE SCUM
YO, you called his girlfriend a meatball sandwich son. That’s fucked up motherfucka
ROB ENGELSON
(in a very nonthreatening keep the peace way)
No, I didn’t call her a meatball sandwich. I was just saying that I wanted to eat one.
JACK MANGIN
(still laughing but realizing this could turn bad quick and ends it cordially)
No one called anyone a meatball sandwich it was a misunderstanding. We’re going to go inside now and order some food. You guys have a good night. Sorry for the miscommunication.
Jack and Rob enter the Subway and wait in line with 3 people ahead of them.
ROB ENGELSON
(in a slightly louder than whisper voice)
That was fucking insane
JACK MANGIN
(being sarcastic and chuckling)
Whyd you call his girl a meatball grinder? That’s not cool.
ROB ENGELSON
(joking but visibly nervous)
Yeahaiiight. God, they’re probably going to jump us for our food and wallets on the way out. They look like they haven’t eaten for days.
JACK MANGIN
Whatever. All this talk about Meatball grinders, I think I’m jumping on that train.
JACK MANGIN (CONT’D)
(whispers)
Uh-oh  brother- they’re coming inside
A group of 6 chinese and Mexican teenagers enter the Subway and approach Rob.
FAT CHINESE SCUM
(acting as the peacemaker)
YoYo my boy is really upset yo. He wants you to apologize for calling his girlfriend a meatball sandwich. Shits fucked up son, real fucked up.
ROB ENGELSON
(very nonthreatening)
I’m not sure what to make of this. I didn’t call anyone a meatball grinder but OK I am sorry. I didnt mean anything by it, Im just really hungry.
JACK MANGIN
(visibly laughing)
Hahaha
SKINNY CHINESE SCUM
(very angry)
What the fuck you laughing at nigga? Huh nigga whatchu laughing at yo?!
JACK MANGIN
(laughing even harder)
Huh?
The Spanish Scum throws a haymaker and lands Rob in the face. He falls back in to a rack of chips. The other hood scums begin to throw a parade of haymakers. Jack fights through to the other side of the crowd taking the attention off Rob for a few of the assailants. The crowd breaks up and the hood scums scurry out the door. Rob is on one end of the store, Jack the other.
JACK MANGIN (CONT’D)
(smirking)
Holy Shit!
ROB ENGELSON
My nose, its bleeding. Fuck Jack, do you think its broken?
JACK MANGIN
(laughing)
Holy Shit! Did that really just happen?
ROB ENGELSON
Yeah, it did. Jack, do you think my nose is broken?
JACK MANGIN
Can we still get food?
ROB ENGELSON
(looking in the mirror)
I don’t know but I’m starving. Fuck I have to work tomorrow, look at my nose!
Two Subway employees that saw the whole scene unfold stand behind the counter dumbfounded.
JACK MANGIN
Can I get a Subway Melt on….
Turns to Rob
JACK MANGIN (CONT’D)
Yo, Should I do the Italian or the cheese one?
ROB ENGELSON
Seriously, do you think my nose is broken? Oh God this is all I need.
Turning to the Subway employee
ROB ENGELSON (CONT’D)
Can I get a Meatball grinder on wheat? And do you have any napkins, my nose is like gushing. Fuck, do you think its broken?
The Subway employees are standing there stunned.
SUBWAY EMPLOYEE 1
(in broken English)
Polica, polica
ROB ENGELSON
Oh you called the police, good good. They can drive us home.
JACK MANGIN
Fuck it, your right gotta change my diet. I’m getting the wheat.
A LA county police car pulls up and 2 officers get out.
MALE COP
What happened here fellas?
JACK MANGIN
We got jumped by a pack of Mexican and chinese teenagers because my boy wanted a meatball grinder.
FEMALE COP
A meatball grinder?
ROB ENGELSON
Yeah, like the sandwich.
FEMALE COP
(confused)
Wait, I don’t understand. What happened?
JACK MANGIN
OK, we walked in and these guys approached us because they thought my boy called their girlfriend a meatball grinder or sandwich or whatever you call it out here.
MALE COP
Out here? Are you not from here?
Let me guess, New York
ROB ENGELSON
Yeah, that’s right New York. And let me tell you, this would never happen there. I lived in the worst of worst neighborhoods in Brooklyn with animals and I was cool with all of them. This is fucking ridiculous, look at my nose!
JACK MANGIN
Yeah, he was cool with all of them. So yeah, they attacked us and we havent eaten yet. Im starving.
ROB ENGELSON
This shit would never happen in New York, fucking scums out here. Low life Mexican scums.
JACK MANGIN
Ma’am can I get 3 chocolate chip cookies too and ummmm should I get a water? Yeah let me a get a big water.
MALE COP
They’re closed now sir. There is blood all over the floor. No food tonight.
JACK MANGIN
Are you fucking kidding? After all of this and I cant even get a cookie?
ROB ENGELSON
Never fucking happen in New York. This is fucked up man, look at my fucking nose. How the hell am I going to work like this. I cant work like this. Fuck!
The four of them walk out of the Subway as the employee shuts the do behind them.

MALE COP
Yeah looks like you got the worst of it.
ROB ENGELSON
Oh great, so you think its broken? Should I goto the hospital? Great, this is just fucking great.
JACK MANGIN
Theres a Fatburger around here somewhere. Do you guys know its open? Id kill for Fatburger
MALE COP
Fatburger is closed sir.
JACK MANGIN
This is fucking bullshit. These scums jumped us, broke his nose and I cant even get a decent meal.
ROB ENGELSON
So you do think its broken? This is fucked up man. Fucking Mexican scums break my nose. I have to work tomorrow, Jack I have to go in.
JACK MANGIN
(whispers)
Shh, I think they both are Mexican. You’re going to get us brought in on harassment.
The cops hop in their cruiser.
ROB ENGELSON
We’re just going down the road. Can we get a lift?
MALE COP
Yeah, no we cant give you guys a ride but we’ll follow behind you so nothing happens.
JACK MANGIN
Really?
MALE COP
Yeah, sorry about that. Protocol ya know.
The female cop leans over and says something to the male cop
MALE COP (CONT’D)
Alright, hop in. We’ll give you a lift.
The guys get in the back of the cruiser.
JACK MANGIN
Fuck, this is awful. We should have walked.
ROB ENGELSON
Oh don’t act like you’ve never been in the back of one of these before.
JACK MANGIN
Oh fuck you.
MALE COP
So you guys are from New York? Are you supposed to be tough?
JACK MANGIN
Huh? Yeah we are just right down Ohio on the corner of butler. Thanks
ROB ENGELSON
Yeah this shit would never fucking happen in New York. These fucking scums. Chink and the Mexican scums. Ive lived here for a year now and I can’t stand them.
JACK MANGIN
(whispers)
Shut up! You know they have to let us out of the back seat. This is not a good situation.
ROB ENGELSON
Oh shut up. This is really fucked up. My nose is probably broken and I have to work tomorrow. I have a sales job not like those scums, I work for a living and those Mexican scums don’t care. They don’t have shit to do tomorrow. I have to work and sell something. I cant go in there looking like a street fighter.
JACK MANGIN
(eager to get out of the car)
Yeah, right here. Perfect, we’ll get out here.
The female cop opens the door for Jack and he busts out.
ROB ENGELSON
OK thank you guys. Sorry for being so loud but this is fucked up man. I’m not a fighter, I just wanted to get some damn food.
MALE COP
Its understandable, you got hit pretty hard. I’m sure your buddy there got in a few good licks.
ROB ENGELSON
Do you think its broken? Oh yeah, my buddy- he’s like a wild boar. OK I’m going to the hospital, thanks again.
Rob closes the door to the cop car and walks inside with Jack.

NO NO NOTORIOUS

Posted in Im a Future Voice of America, Write it out, thinking through my fingers with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 17, 2009 by JuliusJack

Im a bum, really. I wake up every morning when my eyes open, I go downstairs to make some coffee and watch my first 3 hours of Sportscenter. As Im doing that I usually download some music, try and beat my high score in brickbreaker, send out some emails and texts to touch base with my accomplices for the day and maybe doze off for a 45 minute power nap. Then Ill usually take a shower; shampoo and condition every other day, the downside to having a great head of hair. Ill meet up with a friend for lunch, fuck around for a few more hours, possibly have sex and watch more TV. Rinse and repeat. This was a fun life to lead back in the Summer months but now I find myself getting stoked for Monday only because of MNF and Gossip Girl- no homo.

My quarter life crisis has turned into me burning my savings account on fire, gaining 20 pounds and well… grooming a great head of hair. Ive allowed myself to believe Im going to be an Actor/Writer only because Im too lazy to get a job. Well maybe its not laziness, I can wake up tomorrow and be motivated but a job would be the furthest thing from my mind. The only thing that appeals to me would be to do what I do now but get paid for it. I would like to obtain a 3 series, nothing too extravagant, within the next 6 months. But I have no desire to make payments because that would require a commitment to a source of income other than my own hustle and unless I’m getting residuals from a Colgate commercial, I don’t think I’m ready. It is my goal to never wake up to an alarm clock again unless for something important like a wedding or like if I went to bed and I was dying for a Sausage McMuffin and a hash brown- Id set my alarm so I could make it to Mcds in time. Ari Gold said it best, “Making something out of yourself is fucking hard”. I’m a funny guy, I think maybe if cameras were to follow me around and someone would edit a full day down to a 30 minute episode minus commercials, people would laugh. Matter of fact, I know they would. My friends and I are groomed for a reality show or a written show based on our lives. When I speak of my pilot, that’s what its about. Sounds cliche but very, very hysterical. The situations we get ourselves into really are outrageously funny and I really believe if we sat down in front of the right people we can make it happen and it would be epic. The odds of that coming together are stacked against us but knowing the way we work, I truly believe that one day soon we will get our chance. With that said, its not really something you can tell your Dad when he asks what your doing with your life. “Yeah Dad, picture Curb your Enthusiasm meets Seinfeld meets a guy version of Sex and the City. Now take all that- add some Jack Daniels and more sex, more drugs and healthy mix of quality music and thats what we’re creating.  But don’t be worried, its brilliant and one day we will all be eating off of it” I should be pounding away at that but instead I just ate a few vicodins, turned on The NOTORIOUS BIG’s Life After Death and now Im blogging while my left hand is asleep.

I love this time of year- NFL is in full swing, my New York Yankees are back where they belong , it rained in L.A yesterday and I tried on a turtleneck. This is the time of year to shed your summertime swagger and find yourself a girl that you’re willing to wake up next to, often. I found mine, I mentioned her a while back- Brazilian/Italian. Shes dope, really. I love hanging out with her, shes a lot like me in that she doesn’t always need to be out and about. Don’t get me wrong, I love going out but it gets old after a while and with the Summer that I had- I’m over it. I use these lyrics a lot but I love the girl it describes “Pretty, witty, girly, whirly. One who likes to party but come home early”. That is my ideal, I love a girl that loves to be a girl, one that can allow me to be a gentleman and open a door for her but at the same time not take it for granted. A girl that I can be myself around and not worry about her thinking I’m crazy. My perfect girl rolls out of bed and looks gorgeous- meaning I like her as she is not with an hour in the bathroom. Natural beauty gets me every time. Aside from her looks, I usually fall face first for girls that can make me laugh. Not like politely laughing but a girl that is actually funny and that shares the same sense of humor as me. Call me a narcissist but I also love a girl that loves me. There is nothing better than being all about someone that reciprocates that same feeling back to you, I love that.

My girl now meets all of those things. She can just chill at the house and watch some TV or put on a dress and be an absolute knockout with minimal effort. She’s fun and I don’t know if I’m coming off a series of lame girls but I’m really giving this one power rankings. We actually went to sleep the other night around 3am, ended up talking and messing around for a few hours, decided at 5am that we should play the Wii. Split a bottle of wine and played Wii tennis until 7am. I’m dating a girl that got out of bed with me after we had sex to play a video game and drink a bottle of wine only to come back to bed 2 hours later to sleep for another 6, that’s hot. Now if I can convince her that she should stay in the states with me to play Nintendo and chase a dream instead of following through with her plans to take over her family business back in Brazil this December, Ill be set until Rehab opens again next Spring.

One Hundred

PS- If any of you readers out there know Larry David, put the two of us in contact. My best friend is a clone of him 30 years younger, no joke. The next chapter in American comedies needs to be written and we are the revolution. DO IT!

400 pounds and 2 Carls Jr. burgers later- I send the creepiest email of my life

Posted in Last Night, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 3, 2009 by JuliusJack

Ive done my best to stay away from the booze and all things that come with the abuse of alcohol ie getting blackout drunk and allowing yourself to be seduced by two women that you wouldn’t look twice at on a Weds afternoon in a Subway. Clearly that’s the event that has sparked my return to the world of global diaries- Ive got a lot to say and even more to do.

The Virgin turned out to be a very anti-climatic storyline, I think I realized that no matter how interesting her conversation was there was no way possible that Id be able to sustain a friendship with a woman that has lived on Earth for 25 years without experiencing an orgasm. When I come across women that say they have never climaxed, I find myself going to great lengths to position myself to be the first to meet the challenge. I dated a girl for a good 5 years, we lived together and periodically she’d have friends come by and hangout. One of these friends was super hot- tall blonde with a ridiculous body and an awesome personality. Every time Ive been around that girl I find myself in an instinctively flirtatious frame of mind- I’m trying to sleep with her. I don’t know if she is just that cool and enjoys the back and forth banter without intention or if maybe by a long shot, shes down. One day she came to the house before my girlfriend got out of work, with a case of Tecate. So I’m in my apartment, that I share with my girlfriend, alone with her smoking hot friend and a case of beer. The conversation goes as it normally does, very flirtatious. I have no idea how we got on the topic or if we were even on this topic but she drops the “Ive never had an orgasm” line on me. I thought “Holy shit, this is not good” This gorgeous creature of mankind that I was already fantasizing about now tells me out of the blue as we are 6 beers deep that shes never climaxed sexually?! Thinking back on it, I still get hard and lose my breath. The only thing that was on my mind was getting this girl up from the couch and into my room. I was literally swimming in thoughts of her naked body with her soft tan skin and amazing breasts sitting on me as if I had a saddle. Fuck! this girl was hot and if it wasn’t for the door opening and my girlfriend of 5 years walking through it, I swear this sexy piece of ass would have had the erotic excitement that everyone deserves- induced by me. Shes now married and hopefully for her sake, a bit more experienced.

I’m still struggling with the loss of SF’s finest, I know its fucking creepy but what can I say? I truly think that if this girl got to know me, she would be a happier person for it. When Im really into a girl and its normally when I initially can’t have her, I hold nothing back. I go full on until they are on the same page as me at which time I go one of two ways. I either feel like I won and move on or we continue and have an amazing relationship. I have no idea why but I truly feel that this girl is the latter. Again, I have nothing to really base this on except maybe a once in a while glance at her facebook page and some meaningless texting but its an overwhelming feeling of love lost. Very creepy, very strange but still very much the truth. Hopefully one day Ill be able to further explore these feelings but if not Im sure there will be another captor of my attention and SF will go down as what should have been. Ive got a strange sense of humor, I say whats on my mind, I have zero shame and I hate talking on the phone- with passion. With that said, its way too hard to try and carry on something of this magnitude being that I clearly do not live in that city. And with THAT said, I will no longer be talking about this girl. OK OK, maybe just a shout out here and there.

The internet date- in a expletive plus word- fucking hysterical. This girl must have been a photoshop wiz. I was expecting a petite, curvy blonde with great hair and I got something that my friend refers to as “The Nightmare”. No disrespect but come on, you can’t do that- it just isn’t right. I’m not saying that Im upset because I thought she’d be the girl of my dreams, that’s just not me. I’m on this site purely for the entertainment value and yeah of course to get laid here and there. So we had been texting back and forth all week leading up to the anticipated meeting on Sunday for The New York Football Giants game. My boys and I woke up Sunday morning much like we have in Sundays past, half drunk. That’s what Sundays in the fall/winter are all about. You get shitfaced drunk Saturday night and try and find a girl worthy enough to wear your sweats all day Sunday. To drink beer and eat wings with yet still look good enough to shower and play after Enourage. That’s the ideal and chances are if you can find that, it wont be at a random bar on the Hermosa pier. None of that happened for us the Saturday before the “Sunday Internet Date”, we were lucky to keep our drunk asses out of jail for fighting an old lady that lives next door.

The morning comes, we wake up, get dressed, pound a few shots, grab the football and head for the pier. As we get to there; we are launching the football a good 30 yards across crowds of people, back and forth to one another. A football induced broken finger and one friend down, we run into the girl then we run away from the girl. In transition my boy catches the eye of the nightmares friend- great. Five hours and a lot of Jack Daniels later the nightmare is on my lap and I am once again put in a position whereas all I can do is laugh and convince myself that these things happen for a reason. All the awkward moments, all the missed opportunities with the right women, all the tragic yet hysterical events like a bone sticking out of a pinky finger due to a poorly thrown football and a doctor wearing flip flops telling you just what you want to hear; “There is nothing you boys can do for your friend, we will take him to the hospital. Enjoy your Sunday”. The restrained jubilation, the celebration that followed, running into the Nightmare, scurrying out the backdoor away from the Nightmare only to meet up again hours later for two other potential lovers to meet and the blackout continues. Comedy,  pure and simple.

My screenplay is off and on lately, I keep wanting to change it. My TV pilot is what moves me daily, Ive got 4 episodes written and I really think its hysterical. I’m currently courting a Brazilian/Italian that leaves the country in 3 months, right up my alley. It might be strange to hear a man say this but I really enjoy being in love. I just haven’t found anyone, that lives locally, able to continuously challenge me and keep me interested. And THOSE that don’t live locally would probably bore me inside of 3 weeks but because I can’t have them, I want them more. I write about them in an internet blog and send them really creepy emails after I handled one large woman, one medium woman and a few hamburgers hence the title of this post. By the way, The Blueprint 3 is the best album of this decade.

100

Over it

Posted in Im a Future Voice of America, Last Night, Write it out, thinking through my fingers with tags , , , , , , , on August 31, 2009 by JuliusJack

No one really knows me on these blogs so I guess its good to get real and that’s what I wanted. I wanted complete anonymity. I don’t want to go upstairs and fall asleep next to some girl I could care less about. This girl upstairs completely threw herself at me, not to say I’m completely against it but at the same time Ive got an overwhelming feeling of “You’re still here!” I’m over random girls. Its not what I’m about- I want something with substance- I want a girl that challenges me at times and rides with me at other times, someone that’s truly down for me and vice versa. Bay Area, Stand up…

I joined some dating site today, yeah I know. But fuck it, I’m tired of the same tired ass routine at bars. You ladies out there don’t realize it but you’ve got options. I don’t even talk to random girls at the bar anymore unless they approach. My nights out include me and my boys having a good time and yeah there are always women involved but we don’t get at them, that’s not the way of the world. If we approach you ladies, it gives you the opportunity and power to crush and so many of you want and crave that because of jaded pasts- fuck that. No more ladies, we need to get back to the basics- guy meets girl, guy likes girl, girl likes guy and the rest is history. I might stick to internet sites exclusively- kidding. I am however extremely excited in meeting my first “friend” from the site. To me its really hysterical but at the same time practical, a few of the girls I saw today on that thing are absolutely gorgeous- to the point where it would be a pleasure to drink a few beers with them if only for the experience. Again, we’ll see where it goes fans- Ill keep you in that lizzzzoooop. For now I guess its back to the life of being a successful dermatologist intern at a major firm in West LA- Fuck, I definitely forgot my fake name let alone her name. No worries, Ive documented my lies in the BlackBerry.

One Hundred Percent People!

Great Song; Great Band

Posted in Song Lyrics with tags , , , , on August 31, 2009 by JuliusJack

Summer time and the wind is blowing, outside in lower chelsea.
And I dont know what Im doing in this city,
The sun is always in my eyes,
It crashes through the windows, and Im sleeping on the couch,
When I came to visit you,
Thats when I knew that I could never have you,
I knew that before you did,
Still Im the one whos stupid
And theres this burning, like theres always been,
Ive never been so alone, and Ive never been so alive.

Visions of you on a motorcycle drive by,
The cigarette ash flies in your eyes, and you dont mind, you smile,
And say the world doesnt fit with you.
I dont believe you, youre so serene.
Careening through the universe, your axis on a tilt, youre guiltless and free,
I hope you take a piece of me with you,
And theres things Id like to do that you dont believe in,
I would like to build something, but youd never see it happen
And theres this burning, like theres always been,
Ive never been so alone, and ive, Ive never been so alive,

And theres this burning, ah ha, there was this burning. aye yie yie

Wheres the soul. I want to know, new york citys evil.
The surface is everything, but I could never do that,
Someone would see through that.
And this is the last time, well be friends again.
And Ill get over you ,youll wonder, who I am.
And theres this burning, just like theres always been,
Ive never been so alone, alone, and ive, and ive, Ive never been so alive, so alive

I go home to the coast. it starts to rain, I paddle out on the water alone,
Taste the salt and taste the pain. Im not thinking of you again,
Summer dies and swells rise, the sun goes down in my eyes, see this rolling wave, darkly coming to take me, home,
And I never been so alone, and Ive never been so alive.

I havent been dodging ladies and gentleman, Im wrapped up in a screenplay I just started. I can tell you’re all getting restless, Im drunk and chances are Ill have something to say before I goto sleep tonight- especially if I keep jamming to some thought provoking music. One Hundred?