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You don’t know me

You give your hand to me
And you say hello
And I can hardly speak
My heart is beating so
And anyone can tell
You think you know me well
But you don’t know me

No, you don’t know the one
who thinks of you at night
And longs to kiss your lips
And longs to hold you tight
To you I’m just a friend
It’s all I’ve ever been
Well you don’t know me

I never knew the art of making love
Thought my heart aches with love for you
Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by
The chance that you might love me too

You give your hand to me
Then you say goodbye
I watch your walk away
Beside that lucky guy
No, you’ll never, never know
The one who loves you so
Well, you don’t know me

Joan revisited…..or should I say….watch me pull this scab off my heart!!!!!!!

Well so like it has been a long time since I have posted anything… But then I am a small business owner and my personal time is a almost nonexistent luxury these days..So time was just marching on… And I was doing what I am doing… (Which is work nonstop…Go to a few meetings and get used to northern Michigan weather!)
And so .. You know I chat with Joan from time to time online, we talk in the distant way she likes.. And every once in a while I get some cool pics of her little boy… He owns a big piece of my heart….But we’ll save that for another time….And out of the blue I get a email from her, and it seems she met some guy online that knew me from my punk rock band days and she wanted to let me know that somewhere in the world were a few fucking people who actually had heard of me and my music and thought I was a punk rock Elvis!!!…………..
Maybe it is because I left all that long behind me years ago since getting sober or maybe is was her.. Or maybe is all of the above!! I at once was sad and my usual ho-hum bla bla bla attitude changed and I didn’t feel so good about myself or the things I had done in the past or had failed to do….So rather than think about her email in the way I am sure she met it, I blasted off an email letting her know I felt and I wasn’t too nice….I guess that after all this time I still haven’t gotten over her…. So now she is separated from her no-good ex-husband, and working a crappy low paying job and living with her parents who for what ever the reason don’t support her emotionally they way they should… But again that is another story as well! So I told her that I left all of that behind and had moved on with my life, that I had taken my shot, failed, and was over it all…..That I had moved to Michigan to forget all of my past, and that she was a part of that past….I said a few other thing, mainly about me feelings, and that she didn’t want me and that I was always good to her, and cared about her, but she had and still does think of me as less than those guys that she used to date!!!! Ahh this started a few back and forth emails of her saying it wasn’t it was her… Shit I think everyone knows that is the universal soft let down lie women use when in all reality is YOU AND NOT THEM!!!!!!!!!···· So she she sent an email saying she never thought of me as less…. etc., and then the emails stopped, and I was left feeling like the damn day I opened up to her… Ahh I got a part to play in it, and the bottom line is she don’t want me… And that it it….Nuff said wouldn’t u think????

So like it is creeping towards Valentines day, and the 19th is her birthday, and before I moved here from California I would have sent her an email or something letting her know I remembered her birthday…..But after this go ’round the last thing I wanted to do was feel worse by letting her know even after how crappy she made me feel that I was asking for more!!!···And out of the blue she calls me and wants to talk, shit, then she sends me some pics of her son, and we’re talking and it is so fucking nice it was unnerving, but I got deep feelings for her… And call this ruff and tuff looking fucker stupid, but I soak it up, and silently wish for more….We hang up and I feel kinda nice, in the back of my head I know she don’t love me.. But none the less, every time we interact I hope that she will change her mind…That she will realize that I care for her and her son and that she’ll open her heart to me…..Fuck that!, like punch drunk fighter I let my guard way down and BLAM from outta nowhere, I get an email the next day from this chick I knew when I had my piercing shop… Well she lets me know that I am the ass of the online conversation between her and her new punk rock friend, and that she had some choice things to say about me and how I looked to her, and basically how she was repulsed by me and my feelings for her……Damn…. This shit was graphic in description, so now I sunk lower than I had I long time!!!··· she really hurt more than I ever remember being hurt…. I am in front of my computer and I am just staring at it….. I muddle around finishing some of the stuff I need to finish and the I get fucking valentines day card from her!!!!! in the 10+ years I have known her she has never sent me a fucking valentines day card…… And now I feel even more like shit…. She is bashing me to her new friends but acting like I am special to her???????
So now I send her a really nasty email and let her have it….. I thought we were friends….. And the emails go back and forth…. And then I get a call from the chicks boyfriend, a guy I have an aquantance with from the past, and he give me a number to call him on and he strightens it all out…His chick started it all to be mean cause she didn’t like me….. And I am still hurt, but at least I know she didn’t say those things… And now her guy sends me and email saying he knows I have feelings for her, and he isn’t gonna talk with her online anymore…. And then he tries to give me some inspirational support and tells not to give up etc.. That I can win her love…… Fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!… And then he tells Joan he isn’t gonna talk with her….. So now I am the bad guy!!!!!!! then to make it more drama filled ….. He and Joan kiss and make up….And they are chatting… Then she isn’t online one day and he fucking freaks out and email me three times asking if I knew where she is etc…. I wanted to tell him to get her number and call her…. Joan is a good woman….I still love her, so I tell him to just chill cause if she said she would be online she will……And I tell him to be good to her, that she always gives more than she ever gets back in return, and I give him some inspirational insight to her…. And that I tell him if he is serious then she will be real good to him….So now this guy is MIA I guess cause now Joan sends me an IM message asking me stuff about him….. I wanna be mean… But how can I???? I still lover her…. I know I am fucking crazy huh???? but I am cordial, and we chat a bit then she is gone off to do what ever it is she is doing………………..
And now after all of that… I sit here writing these words wishing she was in the next room………….Sometimes to just wonder why it has to be me……..Why can’t she love me… How come I can’t be the cool one……Have the good body, a big dick, be fucking rich?????, and then my AA training kicks in…. Why not me???? as I write these words someone in the world is sad, and expressing wanting and sadness for his Joan too…… And saying why me??? the bottom line is I am not special…. And I got what I got and there ain’t no more and that is all!!!!··· I got loads to be grateful for, and if I stop for a moment it could be way worse……She could have been my woman and her son my son… But I was getting loaded back then and I would have ended up adding her and her son to my long list of wreckage……..Or I could be in prison wishing I was single and here whining…. Or I could fucking be dead……And again my AA training kicks in and I remember ….”We don’t regret the past nor do we wish to shut the door on it”……. Life is the way life is and I am not in charge……It will get better…. And I guess my wanting love is a quality problem after all….. Heh! it used to be a dope and alcohol problem…… Now I got life… And an abundance of it!!!
Good night and God bless all of the Joans in the world and the men who love them!!!!!!!!!
More later……………………………….

Global Journey…..Or living on Death Row waiting to die????

Here it is another sober day……
A lot has been happening, mostly work! Since moving to Michigan, my only source of personal entertainment is watching cable TV.
I was blessed with a decent 19″ hand me down color TV from my mom, and after about 2 months it took a dump on me. After a about a week of not being able to hardly see the screen I was able to make enough money to go buy my first TV!
Since I have been sober this time there have been a lot of firsts; At the age of 42, and almost 2 1/2 years sober I rented my first apartment, Met my Aunt Nancy (I only saw her 2 other times, once when I was 7 after my father passed away, and the other when I was 24 while I was in the hospital after wrecking a stolen van and breaking both of my legs, and both arms, and sustaining some serious injuries.) Since moving to Michigan, I have seen my Aunt Nancy twice, and the whole time I was with her all I could think about was my Grandmother, since she looks almost like her! My Grandmother died about 18 months ago, and I never made amends to her! Of all of the people on my amends list her and my Grandfather are only ones I will never be able to make a face to face amends to! My grandfather refuses to have anything to do with me or acknowledge I even exist, I don’t blame him at all….. His reasons are the result of my actions while drinking and on drugs!!!! And for some strange reason, I think I might feel the same way about me if I were him!
All of my life while drinking and using I used other people for my gain, without remorse or regard for their feelings or any consequences. I have to admit that I have stole money and property from my whole family, as well I was abusive both physically and emotionally……..Including my Mother, and sisters! And so now how can I expect that my Grandfather would accept a few years of sobriety in return for over 25 years of abuse??? I can’t….And I do not blame him for his feelings towards me… It does hurt that has taken out his anger of me on my Mother…..My Mother is the only one who never gave up on me in all of my insanity, and she still lies and defends me to the rest of my family………….. She actually exaggerates my business, and the few good and decent things I have done, I guess it is too make up for my less that human past!

Sooooooooo I was able to make enough money to actually go out and buy my own TV….. I didn’t have a lot of money, but with what I did have I was able to purchase a 20″ Sanyo Stereo Flat Screen TV……And a very simple stand for it!!!!
I was so excited going home, my mom was with me, so I held my cool, until I was at my house. As soon as I got home I took down the other TV and set my new one up….. It was one of the coolest personal moments I have ever had….After I got it all set up I relaxed on my bed, and did some channel surfing. I have all of the premium cable channels so I found a cool movie in no time. My TV and playing my guitar are my personal past times, and I enjoy doing both very much……I have seen some really touching movies on TV, and last night I watched the Movie “Murder in the first.” it was about a guy in the late 30’s who was sent to Alcatraz for stealing $5.00 from a rural general store/post office. I have always thought of the late 30’s and early 40’s as a magical time and I would have loved to have lived in that time. All of the great musicians lived in that era, and they set musical standards and broke into uncharted musical territory! But this story was about the cruelty that was inflected on an inmate at Alcatraz, and the social understanding and views of that time. It was scary… This man was placed in solitary confinement in almost total darkness for over 3 years, and tortured on an almost daily basis, and the first day they let him out, he kills another inmate out of fear……He is then on trial for First degree murder, and the prosecuting attorney is seeking the death penalty!!!! This was a touching and moving story…. In one part of the movie….In a fit of anger and despair the inmate screams out….

I am already dead! I am on death row waiting to die

It just kinda hits me……We’re all on some sort of death row….. Some of us are on a really nice cell block, with all of the personal comforts we could ever wish for, and some of us are in a real crappy cell block, we don’t have shit, and life is hard but we manage to get by!!!!!…… Then there are the ones confined to solitary…. They live in total darkness, and each day hope seems to fade away…… Bit by bit…..It slips away……Every breath is a burden… And each blink of an eye is another empty bodily function, and the only feelings are those of being lost, and all alone…..Fear and hate soon take over and nothing matters, and as soon as the last shred of hope is gone….. Death seems like a luxury!!!!!!!
At that moment…. Every problem I have just isn’t that important any longer…. How can I whine, when shit like this happens every day…..At this very moment there are over 5500 men and women on death row in the U.S., and untold numbers in other countries around the world…..Don’t get me wrong, I am not taking any side as to their being there as right or wrong, but the point is…. At any given time…..One or more of them will have their lives taken.. Their lives will end prematurely, and that has to be the most terrifying feeling a person can ever know!!!!!!

It both scares me and make me feel good to know that I was able to hear the message, and find what I needed to find to get sober, and to stay sober for 2 plus years!…… The Big Book says………….

Those of us who live in large cities are overcome by the reflection that close by hundreds are dropping into oblivion every day. Many could recover if they had the opportunity we have enjoyed. How then shall we present that which has been so freely given us? Page 19

The less people tolerated us, the more we withdrew from society, from life itself. As we became subjects of King Alcohol, shivering denizens of his mad realm, the chilling vapor that is loneliness settled down. It thickened, ever becoming blacker. Some of us sought out sordid places, hoping to find understanding companionship and approval. Momentarily we did — then would come oblivion and the awful awakening to face the hideous Four Horsemen — Terror, Bewilderment, Frustration, Despair. Unhappy drinkers who read this page will understand! Page 151


If it were not for AA, and god I would have never made it this far!……

This is what helps me make through each day….

When we sincerely took such a position, all sorts of remarkable things followed. We had a new Employer. Being all powerful, He provided what we needed, if we kept close to Him and performed His work well. Established on such a footing we became less and less interested in ourselves, our own little plans and designs. More and more we became interested in seeing what we could contribute to life. As we felt new power flow in, as we enjoyed peace ofmind, as we discovered we could face life successfully, as we became conscious of His presence, we began to lose our fear of today, tomorrow or the hereafter. We were reborn.
We were now at Step Three. Many of us said to our Maker, as we understood Him: “God, I offer myself to Thee –to build with me and to do with me as Thou wilt. Relieve me of the bondage of self, that I may better do Thy will.Take away my difficulties, that victory over them may bear witness to those I would help of Thy Power, Thy Love, and Thy Way of life. May I do Thy will always!”
Page 63

Am I Crazy, but why does it hurt when I feel?????

Head in my hands!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here I am again…..
I don’t what it is but after I posted the last entry on this blog, I have gotten at least one phone call a day from some one looking for a woman named Joan!!!!
and yesterday I got 3 phone calls from people and telemarketers all wanting to talk to Joan!!! They don’t ask for her by her last name, they just say…

Hello this is bla bla bla…… Is Joan there?????


OK, so this is like a coincidence I think… But then again I think maybe it is some cosmic slap in the face, saying…
HEY FUCKER WAKE UP JOAN WAS SUPPOSED TO BE YOUR SOULMATE.. BUT YOU FUCKED UP SPARKY!!!!!!!!
After the 3rd call I was sooooo pissed off, cause I kept telling them that no one name Joan lives here and to remove my number from their database, then the phone rings and it’s her… Is this a fucking joke??? why the hell would she be calling me???? Is this God’s way of saying here is your payback fucker for all the crappy shit you have done in you life???? I was caught off guard……The next thing I am thinking …I wish she was my wife….I wish she was in the next room, I wish she was calling from the store asking me what I wanted for dinner….. It all ran thru my head, and as soon as we started talking……That ugly empty feeling took over and I knew that all of that stuff would never happen, and then the next feeling took over….. It is better to talk to her long distance, and hear her voice then to not ever get to talk to her!!!!! and then I am happy and miserable all at the same time!!!!
to give you a little more background on Joan and myself….. About 3 or 4 years ago I told her how I felt for her, and that I loved her, and that I wished that I was her husband, and the father of her son. Joan was kind to me.. She said she didn’t feel that way about me, and they she never did and never will….. And another time when the topic came up… She said I was creeping her out, and that she wasn’t attracted to me….. well that really made my day……I know I am not the best looking guy in the world, but fuck it sux that I creep women out!!!! It must be the desperation in my voice, the lack of personal skills one needs to have a intimate relationship with women in general??????? I don’t know… It just hurts…. And to compound matters, she still wants to call me, and she asks why I haven’t called or emailed her in such a long time????????? I told her that I was just putting space between us, and I reminded her of my feelings for her, and that she said I creeped her out and such, and she went on to say that that is how she feels, and she still wants to be friends… Fuck, that makes me feel like the lesser of 2 evils!!!!!! and still I wanted to talk to her; in the dump truck of my heart I secretly hoped she would change her mind and love me!!!!!!!!!!

This exactly the way I felt when I was shooting dope. You know deep down in the back of your mind that this isn’t good for you, that is going to kill you in the end, but you hope, wish, pray that somehow it will get better. But the truth of the matter is that it is a deadly addiction, and that is only gonna get worse, and sooner or later it will kill you…………………..

Fuck it you tell your self, and off you go……………………………………………

When does it go away???????

Dreams, obsessions ………………..
Obsessions and dreams!

Dreams of never
I been on the night shift for such a long time now….I own my own company, so it is really easy for me to work my own hours!
So being the total slacker that I am, I work at night and sleep most of the day away…I am building some webpages for one of my sites, and while I work I play music from my extensive mp3 collection. I like mood music, so I got play lists to motivate me…… My favorite is a nice collection of oldies, and classic rock stuff like Jackson Browne, Janis Joplin, and cool stuff like that! So I am working, busting out webpage code, and “Talk of the town” by the Pretenders starts playing…..
I don’t know if it’s cause I am a bedroom musician or what, but when I heard the words, they suddenly hit me and I felt like they are actually talking about how I am feeling about something……

Such a drag to want something sometime
One thing leads to another I know
Was a time wanted you for mine
Nobody knew
You arrived like a day
And passed like a cloud
I made a wish, I said it out loud
Out loud in a crowd
Everybody heard
‘Twas the talk of the town

It’s not my place to know what you feel
I’d like to know but why should I?
Who where you then? Who are you now?
Common laborer by night, By day highbrow
Back in my room I wonder then I
Sit on the bed, Look at the sky
Up in the sky
Clouds rearrange
Like the talk of the town

Maybe tomorrow, Maybe someday
Maybe tomorrow, Maybe someday
You’ve changed, Your place in this world
You’ve changed, Your place in this world

Oh but it’s hard to live by the rules
I never could and still never do
The rules and such never bothered you
You call the shots and they follow
I watch you still from a distance then go
Back to my room you never know
I want you, I want you but now
Who’s the talk of the town?

Maybe tomorrow, Maybe someday
Maybe tomorrow, Maybe someday
You’ve changed, Your place in this world
You’ve changed, Your place in this world
Talk of the town -
The Pretenders

So like a blast from the past….. I start thinking about this girl I met in 1997 when I was body piercer. Her name is Joan. I was working in a popular OC Nightclub with a popular radio station. The radio station sent DJ’s to the club and they played cool music, and pretty much pumped up the club to keep everyone spending cash and drinking….. I had made friends with the top DJ at the station and he started promoting my Body Piercing shop with free radio ads and my crew worked the club performing Body Piercing for the crowd. We were popular, and me and my partner were cleaning up on the publicity, and of course the cash, and this led to me becoming friends with all of the other DJ’s!!!!!!! I didn’t drink while I was working, but as soon as last call came I would get 3 or 4 double drinks and power them down with a straw, then go about securing a free take home bottle from the bartender or one of the bar maids…. I was really popular with the club so they would always hook me up!

So one night the club is extra crowded, there is some big promo going on and one of the other popular DJ’s was there and he was buzzed, and really working the club.. He was giving away cool stuff like snowboards, and shit like that… So he comes over to our booth and starts talking to the club crowd on his wireless Mic… He is telling them he is going to give away a cool prize to the next person who gets a wild body piercing!!!!! This gets the crowd going, and a mass of them rush over to our booth. I had like 6 or 7 guys from my shop watching out for us, and running crowd control while we pierced people…. But we were quickly overwhelmed by close to 100 people all asking for prices, etc…….. We only liked to do simple stuff at the club, since it was really dirty at the club and we had limited resources with us. So we get rid of most of the people there, my partner comes to me and he wants me to talk to this chick that wants her nipples pierced. I don’t pierce female nipples at the club cause we don’t have any privacy and seeing a topless woman at the club could be a real pain in the ass since this was a get drunk and try to score type of atmosphere, and topless women and drunk guys don’t mix very well!!!! My first impression of Joan was she was a little bitchy and kinda pushy…. I told her I didn’t want to do her piercing at the club, and I explained to her the reasons, I offered her a discount coupon to use at my shop, but she wanted them done tonight!!! She wanted them done tonight and she only wanted large gauge jewelry!!!!! fuck she was pissing me off! I almost told her no, but she was OK with people seeing her topless, and my partner was going to do the piercings, so I would run crowd control and we’d make some more cash!!!!!

After Joan was finished we were talking and I was drawn to her….. She was a hottie and she acted like she didn’t know it! Heh! I was working on the shops business card and we were looking for a sexy chick to use on the card, and she was perfect for it!!!!!! she had it all… Hips, Lips, and finger tips!!!!! We talked and I asked her if she would like to pose for the card? She was into it… So I gave her my number and told her to call me…… We she did call and we did a fucking bad ass shoot. Our card was the coolest business card of any of the Tattoo or Body Piercing shops around…….And as far as I am concerned it still is the best card I have seen to this day!!!

Joan and I really hit it off… She was fun to be with and we had a lot in common…. We started talking everyday on the phone, and she would hang out with us at the club when we were working….. And soon she became my front girl at the shop……
I gotta point out that I was drinking and drugging full time….As soon as I got off work I was getting loaded and that was it!!! Joan was dating this guy and he was cheating on her……..She had called on the phone and I was talking with her about it…..She was really hurt, but she always had her shield up, if you knew her, you knew that she was hurt, but she wouldn’t cop to it!!!! I really liked her, and had I been able to stay sober I may have had an opportunity to get closer with her, and who knows maybe we would have dated.. Who knows! But I was drinking and getting loaded on a daily basis, and I had just gotten over my break up with my fiancee. So hooking up was never on my mind… Oh I would have loved to have sex with her….. But I knew deep in my heart that she didn’t want me……I knew the kind of guys she liked and I didn’t fit into that class….But we were friends nonetheless, and she was bitchen arm candy when we were at the clubs. She was the hottest chick on the scene, and that was good enough for me. I forgot the most important piece of information……Joan was a normie, and typical week end warrior, she would party Friday, and Saturday, and come Sunday she got ready for the coming work week! When I really think about it, in many ways we were total opposites, she was responsible, had her own place, had a real job, and wasn’t an alcoholic……But I guess there was a real emotional tie there, cause we spent alot of time together…….And we talked on the phone almost daily for a long time. In typical alcoholic fashion my drinking and drugging took over and soon enough I was going to rave parties so I could score ecstasy, and I was missing work, and shorty after my partner split, and then I lost my shop. It was always someone else’s fault for my problems, I always had an excuse………….And for course it didn’t get any better……. Soon after that I was living in a shit hole motel by the beach, and was working in another shop, all of my money went up my nose or in a glass……..I remember Joan finding out that I didn’t have any food, and she made a trip to my motel to bring me a ham her mom had baked and some bread so I would have something to eat….She was the kind woman who thought about others, went out of her way to help people, but when it came to her love life she dated losers, and they shitted on her!!!!!! when ever I called Joan she was there for me, and she always knew the right words to make me feel better. you know she never once asked me why I was a fuck up…She accepted me for who I was.

So time marches on and I drift off, and out of the Body Piercing scene, Joan gets married, and has baby boy….. I saw her one time when she was still pregnant, and her husband seemed like a good guy…….I am still getting loaded and have no life and she is starting a brand new marriage and will soon be a mother. I remember it like it was only a few minutes ago…. After she and her husband left, I was all alone, and I kind of starting drifting off in to the past…. I was the most popular Body Piercer in the area, I had had a featured article about me in a top Tattoo magazine, and was part of another article about the owner of an Elite Tattoo shop I had worked at in the top Tattoo magazine, plus all of the other stuff I had done, and all I had now were regrets, and a alcohol and drug problem. I wished that we still hung out together, and talked on the phone, and I wished she was my wife, and she was going to be having my baby…….. And it hit me I was in love with her, and I wished I wasn’t a fucking loser…. Maybe if I wasn’t a loser I would have something to offer her, and maybe we would have dated BLAH BLAH BLAH!!!!!!!!!!…… ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh you know it was the rantings of a alcoholic…… The should of’s ,would of’s, could of’s too over and soon I was drunk off my ass. For some strange reason I was able to stay in touch with Joan, and while I drifted for another 4 or five years I thought about her. I even stayed with her and her husband for a short time, but that is another story…………

It is so funny that now I am sober, sometimes I remember those old feelings and they kinda of take over for a while…. Don’t get me wrong.. I wouldn’t trade my life today for anything……I have been sober for almost 2 and a half years now…. And even though I have had some really good times while getting loaded, they were few and far between the reality of an alcoholic…………..