He's retired.. no he's playing.. he's retired again. no wait.. he's gonna play again. and now? rumor has it that Brett Favre is on his way to Minnesota to ink a deal with the Minnesota Vikings.



Could someone just tell this asshole to go the hell away once and fo all and for the love of Pete just stay there! I swear this guy has more frickin Drama than a 16 year old Prom Queen! Go away Brett! for once and for all JUST GO AWAY!! please????

I swear this shit keeps happening to me, and I don't quite understand why. its happened before, last year sometime I think. someone comes up to your door and asks for someone that you've never heard of. so you tell them that that person doesn't live there and they must have the wrong apartment, and so they leave to try to find the RIGHT apartment. well not everyone reacts the same way I guess, dude rolls up to my front door about 30 or so minutes ago, and asks to talk to someone that I've never heard of so I tells him, "that person doesn't live here" dude calls me a liar and starts to argue with me and demands that I let him in MY apartment so he could see for himself. (Yeah Right. That's gonna happen) so I present him with a counter offer, I tell him that I will call the police (For Free) and he can debate any other options that he has in mind with them. he declined and suddenly remembered a prior engagement elsewhere. about fifteen minutes later the police DID arrive at one of the downstairs apartments, so I'm guessing that he tried to pull the same thing on one of my neighbors and they just called the cops first thing. I wonder how he'll do on the drug test? frickin dumb ass.

I don’t know what it is exactly, I mean I try you know? I really do try to mind my own business, and whenever I’m out in public, I am mindful of what I am doing at all times. I really am, I mean I don’t pick my nose, I don’t scratch my ass, (or any other body parts) in public, I don’t fart, blow my nose, hork loogies or partake in any other disgusting activities. And last but certainly not least, I don’t talk to myself, or buildings, or.. Trees.. Or. Bushes.. Or trash cans.. Or any other inanimate objects in public. AND.. (Oh yes.. There’s more.) I do not, while in the offices of the Nevada Job Connect facility, go into their computer section, go on their website to peruse the job listings just to turn to the complete stranger sitting at the computer next to me, and begin talking about, Bigfoot or any other hairy ape like beasties, nor do I talk about the existence of UFO’s, or the existence of Ghosts, or the loch Ness Monster, or rather or not I choose to believe that Elvis, Bruce Lee or Michael Frickin Jackson all faked their deaths so they could start a secret society to worship the god of Mars. Seriously now, sometimes I meet a person, and the first thing that comes to mind is, “Ok, somebody isn’t sharing their weed, and THIS guy has got to have some really good shit.” I guess I just what? Look friendly? Look like someone that a complete and total stranger can talk to about whatever just happens to pop into their drugged out little minds? Why is it always those strange little off the wall people that tend to approach me? Whatever did I do to deserve this? I am officially here to testify, there are some really spaced out people in this world, truly. What a strange day this has been so far. I don’t think I’ll be going out anymore today. Nope Nuh uh. And don’t none of ya’s tell anybody that I’m in here either! Really… seriously... I mean it..

I knew a man, not one in particular, just a man, who never figured himself for much of anything special. Worked two jobs, had a wife, a child, plus a mortgage and a small pile of credit card debt that managed over a brief period of time to keep his head down and his eyes focused straight forward, blinders firmly in place, never seeing what was around him. Go to the office for eight miserable hours in the morning, come home in the afternoon and turn around and go to job number two for another eight. Five or sometimes even six days a week, leaving the little woman to pay the bills while he slaved away. What was her name? damn he could barely remember his kids name or his own, let alone hers. Too many lives with too many bills, and barely enough money to pay them, barely enough to keep a roof over their heads. Too many people, too many lives passing them by way too soon. Never seeing, never smelling, never once realizing what is around them, there are too many flowers to stop and smell, too many kids to listen to all of their laughter, or to see their smiles every morning, too many puppies chasing after too many kittens, too many family Barbeques when you couldn’t afford steaks, but hamburgers and hot dogs will do. Too many sunrises and sunsets to be missed with your husband or wife by your side, too much life missed.

A man died today, no not in the physical sense, in the sense that something inside of him died, like his soul, his spirit, his very essence had been stripped from him, like some piece of repossessed property. He died inside, from the lack of pure oxygen, from never being able to loosen his tie, or to really take a slow deep delicious breath of air, to stop and breathe in the fragrance of life. He died from the lack of Joy, of promise, of hope, living without living life. Stop.. what are you doing? Look.. Just look right there. You didn’t even see it did you?. You miss so much life when your head is down like that. Right outside that ridiculous cubicle that you slave away in everyday, just walk over to the window, open it up once in awhile. There. Right out there, there’s a whole world that you may never know, that you may never see. Just stop. Just look.. Listen. Just feel like you are alive inside, really alive and part of it all, part of something beyond the understanding of wealth and power, beyond their constraints. Just open the fucking window and breathe. It won’t cost you anything, I promise. A man died today, not in a physical sense, he died because he was so busy trying to make a living that he forgot to do any living. A man died today, and the truly sad thing is he didn’t have to.

~Scratch~

Heal the sick,
Feed the poor.
Raise the dead,
from beneath the floor.
open the door,and let em all see!
how we treat the disease,
and aim to please.
Oh come all ye seniors!
We love all of you!
We’re gonna patronize you!
And hypnotize you!
And paralyze you!
And euthanize you,
But never deny you.
so don't you worry,
about the ten thousand dollar bill,
just pay it in full,
and take some more pills.
So come lefty's and come righty's,
To the big tops three rings,
As we all try to sell you,
The same old damn things.
So fear not, and be faithful,
For it’s the clowns
that are leading,
Just don’t look behind the curtain,
Where health care lies bleeding.

~Scratch A.B.T. Copyright © 2009~