Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Been busy...

Been busy and unfortunately neglecting the blog, but I hope to get back in the swing of things soon. Some songs I've been enjoying:

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Found the car!

So if you've read my posts entitled "Worst Week of My Life" you'd know I lost my friend's car. Well I found it yesterday at the tow lot in New Orleans. Cost $300 to get out as well as $200 to get a key made so I can drive it out. There goes my entire pay check : (, but I'm just glad I have my friend's car back. Things are getting better:

Tuesday, May 31, 2011


In response to my post on older songs yesterday, I figured today I'd post songs that were made in the last fifteen years. I love an insane amounts of songs/albums, but I'll just pick five random ones that try to sum up my taste:

Monday, May 30, 2011


I absolutely love oldies. Some of the hits from the 50's and 60's sound like they came straight from heaven. Whenever I'm feeling down, oldies instantly make me joyous. Reminds me a lot of my childhood. I don't mean to sound like I grew up in the 60's, but when I was growing up my grandpa would play nothing but oldies from a bunch of tapes he would buy at pawn shops. Here are some of my all time favorites. They are truly timeless:

Sunday, May 29, 2011

The Worst Week of My Life (Part 2)

Continued from Part 1:

So I wake up to discover my iPhone and car keys are gone. I start calling my iphone hoping someone answers and I can find out where it's at. Eventually I give up hope and just have my number disconnected. Bye bye iphone. I actually just got my number re-activated on my old phone just yesterday. Anyway, so I have work that day (Saturday, went out Friday night) so I can't go to the club I was at to check their lost and found. I plan to go Sunday, but they're closed every day but Thursday, Friday, Saturday. So although I don't have my keys, I drive there to see how the car's doing. I get to where I parked only to find that the car isn't there. "Great, it's been towed", I figure, so I go to the tow lot Monday and the car isn't there.

This can only mean a few things. One, is that while I was black out drunk, I drove somewhere, parked, and walked away. It would have been a legal park, thus I haven't been towed. Another possibility is that it was stolen. It's possible that it was stolen at the original park spot, or I did drive it somewhere while black out drunk, and in my drunken haze I left the keys in the car, asking to be stolen.

So it's been a week now, and I still have no clue where the car is. I still haven't made a police report because I think the most likely scenario is that I drove and parked somewhere, and it's also not my car legally, so it's a tricky situation. I'm going to go check the tow lot again today, and drive around the city and try to spot it, but if not I'm going to have to file some police report. I feel terrible about all this because I never wish to put someone in a bad position, which is exactly what I've done to my friend with this car situation. Also, I went through the worst thing I've ever been through in my life and got kicked out of my band of eight years yesterday because of this car situation.

Definitely has been the worst week of my life, but I'm alive and trying minute by minute to keep a reasonable mind and fight on.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

The Worst Week of My Life - A Tale In Two Parts (Part 1)

Wow. So. It's been a while since I updated, and I have a good reason for it. That reason being that since Friday, I've had the pleasure of experiencing a succession of the worst days of my life. I'll try to keep it short and simple because I'm still pretty miserable about all of this. I don't think I've ever been so depressed in my adult life and the last few days I've been moping around like a mother who's just lost her son and has turned to booze and pills for the answers. So, here it goes:

As I've mentioned before, I'm a doorman/barback at a bar here in New Orleans. Friday night I was working the door and was enjoying a bit of the old alcohol while doing it. Around midnight or so this Irish fellow came up to me at the door where me and my friend were talking, and started talking crazy shit. I was a little drunk at this point so I don't remember all that he was saying, but his vibe was very hostile and aggressive. This was pissing me off so I started becoming hostile and aggressive, trying to call him out. He ended up not doing anything, but he was pestering us for close to an hour and basically bullying my friend which I can not stand. I absolutely loathe bullies. So finally I get off of work at about 1:00am and me and my buddy decide to go out to a club.

I decide to drive "my" car. Now a little back story on "my" car. The reason I wrap quotes around it is because it is not my car. It is actually my friend who is in the Navy's car. He was on leave about a month ago and was staying with me at my place. When his leave was over, he was being shipped to Japan where he is going to be stationed for the next few years. He asked me, knowing my car recently broke down, if I wanted to use his while he's in Japan. I accepted, and that's how his car became, "my" car.

Back to the story. So I drive us there and park in what I believe was a freight zone, but it was late so I wasn't worried about it. So we get to the club, and I only remember about the first 30-45 minutes of it. The rest is blacked out. The problem I have with alcohol, is that I can drink A LOT of it. I'm pretty notorious for being a serious drinker yet having a strong constitution, even when drunk. That is, I can have about 10 shots of Jagermeister, and most people wouldn't know the difference. It's not something I pride my self on, but I do like that I can drink and still maintain my personality and not compromise my beliefs or anything like that (such as drunk driving, although I unfortunately partake in it, though rarely). That being said, every once in a while I go overboard with no warning. I will drink, and drink, and drink, and feel like I'm doing just fine, and every one around me feels like I'm fine, but then BAM! I'm black out drunk. It just catches up to you and you never see it coming. And the reason I mentioned the Irish guy earlier, is because I believe I was attacking the alcohol in a subconscious response to him annoying me.

So I'm at this club, dual wielding red bull and vodkas, having drank about 8 shots of Jager, 8 beers, and some whiskey earlier in the night, and then BAM! It's like I time traveled. The next thing I remember, I'm walking around in downtown New Orleans and it's 8:00am. I wander around the city, drunk as a skunk, desperately wanting to get home having forgotten the last 4 hours. I'm walking and walking, seeing if I can achieve in just trekking to my house, until I finally give up and get a cab. Cab brings me home, I knockout, and wake up to discover I have lost my car keys and iPhone.

To be continued...

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Favorite Movie Scenes (Part 3)

28 Weeks Later - The Infected Invade

As much as it is a great scene, it’s a terrific opening. It starts with a nice steady pace as we’re introduced to a band of survivors camped in an old brick house in a quite vacant area (like a farm). While we observe what seems to be just another day for these refugees, a violent knock on their door is heard. It turns out to be a boy looking for help. They take him in, and while questioning him, what he was running from soon enters the picture. In a matter of minutes, what looked to be a cast of survivors doing well are quickly devoured, infected, and sent running for their lives while making life/death choices affecting their significant others as well as themselves. A great moment in this scene is the lasting survivor running for his life through an open field from “the infected” with that great backing song that seems to be in every trailer now-a-days. Literally gave me goosebumps because it worked and looked so damn good. Video doesn't do it justice as opposed to viewing it in its full glory in a theater as I did, or on blu-ray, but you get the idea.