Radio World

In the radio business I get to meet a lot of people in different fields. A few days ago I had the privilege to meet a civil rights lawyer. This man is partners with Johnnie Cochran (practice still under his name) and others. So when I went to do a presentation for him we spoke about the civil rights movement, how much the south has change and golf. We agreed to meet the next day and finish our business. Back at the office I went to discuss my client with my boss; a good old boy from Georgia. He offered to go with me the next day but I said that I could handle this one by myself. I could just imagine as these two individuals sitting down to discuss business.

Life is great and I am getting used to being out of the military. I still run and now and then my military rank slips out when introducing myself. I can not sleep, sometimes I remember the dreams some times I just wake up and I can not go back to sleep, so I just do the next best thing, roll over and poke my wife on the back until she gives up, or she threatens bodily harm.
This Father's day was great. As a gift I took my girls out to spend some cash in useless stuff. It was great. The girls cooked me breakfast but before the girls were awake I was able to take some naked pics with the wife. I think if I keep pestering her about it she will eventually give up and say yes and will be able to post them in the internet and make some money.

Roller Coaster

I feel it, it is on the horizon hiding from me, showing its head now and then with a soothing smile. It feels like a giant scorpion waiting for that right moment when I am not expecting it. That giant scorpion shows it telson, dripping with poison and tormenting me. It hides behind the horizon calling my attention. It knows the route that I drive. It knows the songs I like. It knows the right moment when in an instant it can strike. It knows what I am thinking and it waits for that gentle memory, it waits for that smile. The scorpion stings, perforating my brain. I feel my whole body under its mercy. On that moment I feel my hands full of my lieutenant's life, my clothes are covered in blood and guts, body parts litter my range of vision. The scorpion has stung my brain, injecting it with a flow of memories that I had been able to hide for a while. I feel like screaming but that venom has a powerful toxin that suppresses any emotion. I feel like staring at the horizon waiting for the scorpion to sting again. It feels like a drug. I feel the need for the memories. I need the shock. I need the adrenaline that the toxins leave in my body. I ask the scorpion to sting again. Death is inviting me to join the dead. I have left my life on the Iraqi landscape. I don't exist. I see my body laying on the scorpion's cuticle, feeling the sun on my face. I am alone waiting for that invitation to become reality. I will not die under my own hand, death will claim my life soon enough. On August 23, 2006 I will be one year old.

Radio Business

Talking on the radio is a lot more complicated than I thought. I have done "remotes" a couple times and I love those. "Remotes" are when we drive the radio station van to a location and broadcast from there. It is a lot of fun because I get to walk around and mix with people asking them to go on the air with me and have a great time. It doesn't pay much but I like what I am doing. This last remote we did was at a car dealership and we had all kinds of people showing up. We also had the Hooter's girls with us and a great time was had by all.
Because I am retiring from the US Army, I had to go and get my last physical exam from the military, I found out that my ankles are almost destroyed, my right knee grinds, my lower back makes noises, both my shoulders have only 70% range on motion, my right leg is shorter than my left leg and other things. I ASKED THAT I DID NOT NEED A THIRD PERSON FOR MY PROSTATE EXAM. Never the less the doctor asked "Maria," one of the nurses, to come in and help him out. There I was in my Sponge Bob boxers, freezing my butt off, Mr. Happy hiding inside and the doctor asked me to lay on my butt and roll over to my right facing Maria. I could not do anything else but laugh. The doctor placed his finger where he could feel my prostate but it felt that he was using a freaking baseball bat, the only thing that I could do was to smile at Maria and try to explain her that it was VERY cold in there and I was glad that I was not gay because it was really painful. I WILL NEVER ASK MY WIFE TO DO THE BUTT THING AGAIN. After what felt like a really long time the doctor was done and asked me to pull up my Sponge Bob undies and to pick my dignity off the floor. I said thanks to Maria for that "moment" and I did what I was told. I don't know what radio business and the finger up my butt have in common but it was just the direction this story went.
Take care and I hope all of you have a great weekend.

القوات الامريكية تعرض صورة لجثة الزرقاو

Second to coming home from Iraq, this is the greatest news that I have heard in a long time. This son of a whore was killed in Baqubah. THE LAST WORDS THIS SON OF A WHORE HEARD WERE IN ENGLISH!!!!!
Early in the morning before I go to work I check the news on the internet, and when I saw that zarqawi had been killed I was so happy and I started to thank God that this son of a whore was dead and also he was killed by Americans, and the news got better, next day it was reported that the son of a whore was still alive, and when he heard US troops talking he tried to get off the stretcher, so before he died he knew that the US had killed his sorry goat fucking ass.
I gave a prayer in Latin (Catholic) to thank God for his death.
I will write more this coming week, this week has been a lot of fun.