MikeDecember 10, 2007 7:36 pm
A whole new blog, a whole new experience. Don’t miss out! This site will disappear! Leave comment for invite to kick off the new year!
It was one of those very realistic dreams. You know the ones where everything is vivid and alive with color and imagery. I do not care what the “experts” say, we dream in color and not black and white. Anyway, there I was wandering down the middle of interstate 15, somewhere in the desert between LA and Vegas. The sun was high above and I could see the heat radiating off of the asphalt, dancing and playing tricks with my mind for miles before me. It was odd. Normally this stretch of highway would be busy with traffic. Both those escaping the rigors of their responsibilities back home with hopes of scoring big in more ways than one, and those trying to get back to reality, many not a dime to their name with their dignity stolen and morals violated. Yet, there wasn’t a vehicle in sight and the only sound was that of the mild breeze blowing the fine sand across the desert. Why was I here?
Although I really wasn’t walking, miles passed there in the desert and I came upon a guy standing facing me in the middle of the interstate. He had a silly smile and said hello. He seemed like a nice old man for a younger guy and presented before me in outstretched hands, two cards. One in each hand, both face down. “Choose one” he said and went back to the silly smile. “What the hell”, I thought. It was only a dream. Either that or I was on some sort of hallucination trip. I went for the card in the left hand and before I could touch it, it flipped itself over to reveal itself. It was the joker. The odd man with the silly smile glanced down at the card. He looked up at me and said “Bye, bye”.
The next thing I knew I was at the “Happiest place on earth”. Yes, Disneyland. I had spent much time here as a child and even as an adult had found joy and happiness at this place. I was standing in line for a ride, yet there was no one else around. Only a tiny attendant that appeared to be a Midget or Dwarf reminding me of Tatoo screaming, “The plane, the plane”. I had a green “A” ticket in my hand and thought that was odd as the park had done away with these many years ago. It used to be that you purchased different levels of tickets depending on what attraction you wanted to ride or see. I think that the “A” ticket was the bomb and got you on just about everything. The little person snatched the ticket out of my hand and I entered to the awaiting craft there in the shallow water. I know this ride. “It’s a small world”. The one with all the singing puppets from all over the world, singing in their native tongue. The craft took of and away I went. “It’s a world of laughter a world of tears, It’s a world of hopes and a world of fears, There’s so much that we share that it’s time we’re aware, It’s a small world after all”. Over and over. In English, German, Spanish, Chinese, over and over, Russian, Portuguese and that other English they use in the UK and down under. It was becoming nauseating when I realized that the ride kept repeating. There was no way to stop or get off. The little robotic puppets glaring and singing at me as if they were possessed. I wanted off the ride and out of the dream. I tried to force myself awake. Maybe this was punishment for the times I had faked a broken leg sitting in the wheel chair so that my friend and me could get to the front of the lines. I noticed up ahead in the hand of what I thought to be the Ukrainian puppet, a card. As the craft passed I went for the card. It was the Queen of hearts.
To be continued…….
MikeOctober 12, 2007 3:35 pm
I feel like I am loosing my mind. Every ounce of my being weakened as I try and maintain in this place called life. I have to snap out of this, yet, as I know this to be truth I continue along the journey like a zombie. An empty shell of some one I knew just a few months ago. I wake up every morning and look into the mirror only to see the reflection of a stranger with a lifeless stare. His eyes show no sign of the life that once filled his heart with joy, happiness and promise. Today I run the water and scrape the razor across my face not even caring of the results. I can’t remember the last time I performed this ritual. I turn on the shower and am numb to the scalding water that sets my skin alive and screaming. As prescribed I take each of the pills in the same order as the day prior. This one will prevent the acid from eating me alive from within. This one will prevent my heart from bursting through my chest. These two I am not real sure of but they may cause drowsiness and dizziness. Finally, the last two. The most important two pills in my arsenal of meds. These two stop the voices. These allow me to be among the living in the walk that is my day.
At my desk I stare at the illuminated screen listening to the familiar chime informing me that I have another email to add to the hundreds I have ignored this week. I think about the appointment I have, where once again I will go to the basement of the Medical College of Ohio and sit there with the plastic sleeve in my vein as I watch each drop fall, dripping slowing on their way to my blood stream. I look at the others in the room. I think about their lives. Their hopes, their dreams. Three hours and eight ounces later I am released back into the world I am trying so hard to hide from. The day is nearing its end and darkness is starting to fall. I arrive to the place that I call home, the place that I feel safe. I watch the liquor pour over the ice like some distant 80 proof waterfall. Soon the pain will subside and for a brief few hours’ bits and pieces of me will make their appearance, reminding me of why I must.
I will write more later.
READ SLOWLY
A day without sunshine is like night.
On the other hand, you have different fingers.
42.7 percent of all statistics are made up on the spot.
99 percent of lawyers give the rest a bad name.
Remember, half the people you know are below average.
He who laughs last thinks the slowest.
Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.
The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese in the trap.
Support bacteria. They’re the only culture some people have.
A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.
Change is inevitable, except from vending machines.
If you think nobody cares, try missing a couple of payments.
How many of you believe in psycho-kinesis? Raise my hand.
OK, so what’s the speed of dark?
When everything is coming your way, you’re in the wrong lane.
Hard work pays off in the future. Laziness pays off now.
How much deeper would the ocean be without sponges?
Eagles may soar, but weasels don’t get sucked into jet engines
What happens if you get scared half to death, twice?
Why do psychics have to ask you for your name?
Inside every older person is a younger person wondering, “What the heck happened?”
Just remember — if the world didn’t suck, we would all fall off.
Light travels faster than sound. That’s why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.
Life isn’t like a box of chocolates; it’s more like a jar of jalapenos. What you do today, might burn your ass tomorrow.
Update: Mike or Michael is still around. You haven’t received a link because I haven’t set the other site up. I have been busy, dealing and BLAH BLAH BLAH. I haven’t deserted you and I appreciate all of the wonderful emails I have received. I will be back once the dust settles and I figure out what life is all about once again. I have decided to keep this place open as I may feel the need to pop in now and again. It is funny how under distress we make rash decisions and I am glad thus far that I haven’t deserted this blog completely. I swear at some point I will share with you all what it is exactly that I am going through, but for now I need to deal and not bore you with the details. Until next time, peace out hommies!
Mike, Feeling Gay, No Way, FNF, Really?, Guest Post, I'm Pissed!, Gossip, Recaptured Achieves, Truth Or Dare, SmallsJuly 15, 2007 9:00 pm
Wow, this is going to be one of the hardest posts ever. First let me say that I love you all and that we have had a good run here. I mean Two plus years means something. Yet as much as I have tried I am sure that you all have noticed a decline in posts and of content. Yeah, I suck. See, a life-altering event has struck my life and as hard as I try I can not be the person, the Mike or Michael that once resided here. All of the laughter humor and tongue and cheek stuff has turned dark and deep and not suitable for this arena any longer. And besides (me trying to justify it all) everyone has moved on, no one comes here any longer and I think the ruse has ran it’s course. I will continue blogging. In fact I have already began to establish another place out here. But this place will be real, dark, and painful and nothing of what you experienced here. Maybe one day that will all come back, but I am sort of grieving and until I can cope and deal, you will (If you find the other site) will deal with Mike unplugged. Sorry. I know that I had gone away and came back before, but I am certain as I write this, I will not be back, here anyway. So instead of giving it up and just deleting it, I ask is there anyone out there that may want this site? It has decent traffic and ???? If not I will be forced to delete it. For the few that know what is going on and the others that I have come close to over the years, just email me and I will let you in on the new gigs. If you want to join me on the journey and want a link to the new place, leave me a comment and I will get back to you. For all of the rest, thank you and good bye!
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Aye thar mateys! For this week, we have an extra-special theme; one that I’m sure you’ve cringed at many a time in various diners, gift shops, and/or significant other’s room: A nautical theme! Whether this be showing off your pirate-y peg leg, a sea-based tattoo, or any sort of clothing or surrounding which may fit the bill, show the world! Have fun with it too; this one is wide open, so be creative!
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