Random Thoughts from a thoughtful Weirdo


I thought that I would post some Random thoughts that I have come direct from my mind at one time or another…unedited..and for your viewing pleasure…some thoughts may be  funny, insightful, erotic, crude, or downright idiotic…..but don’t we all have the capacity for any one of these  type of thoughts?

The Human race is the only species that doesn’t have  DNA that  weeds out the stupid ones. We just keep making more and more of them…


If Cookie Monster took a crap could he just re-bake it as another cookie…cuz that would be awesome!


I wonder what’s it like to be well adjusted…I have never lived in that world…must be a nice place.


Plan and simple people need to bitch, they don’t want to be happy..(I’m guilty of that) ..Agent Smith (Matrix allusion) had it so right…


I wish I could be the first Hermit on Mars…

Some people collect others like picking up a penny on the sidewalk; they jingle in the pocket forgotten. I prefer to walk by the same spot on the sidewalk the next day  and see them shining.
Where does your mind go as your eyes travel distant? Maybe a fantasy not fulfilled or a reality that came crashing down.
I like your smile as much as I like that butt, for they both have that curve to them which mathematics describe as a beautiful parabola
I want to see you at the bottom of my drink when I’m finished with this margarita and suck you up with my straw…
The lawnmower came and went, through wet grass and weeds it cut and sliced, diced and mauled its way across a foreign landscape. Poor Frog
Perfume girl standing with scents to capture, my attention drawn as tight skirt stretches, bending over as if in invitation to enter.
I am what I am and that’s all that I am….
I’m taking my cane and top hat and going for a walk bitch! –  Mr. Peanut being pissed off at Mrs. Peanut
I’m crushing your head….I’m crushing your head..you don’t see me but I’m crushing your little head….your little baby head…crush crush


Snog..snog…snog…snog….snog..snog..snog…snog..the English have all the fun words for the word fuck…

We are bigger than we think but smaller than we know… put that in your pipe and smoke it
How about it .  ANY random thoughts YOU wish to share with ME……jot it down as a COMMENT…hint hint. Seriously, I  would love to hear a random thought you have thought of in the past or present…I’m all ears (and eyes.)

Cools Gif and because I’m to Lazy to do anything with my Blog


Separate me, tear me into threes and just leave me be

The damage you have wrought can be repaired,

Once your memory finally fades


Clock Work Orange

Ah, the clock yet continues to tock

Do you see the charm, do you see the light

which still shines through, but its a dark light indeed.



How is a writer created? More specifically How did I come to want to be a Writer.

I love a good origin story when it comes to the hero. BUT I am NOT going to bore you with the biography of my “exciting life”.  I will however key you into the  start of how someone like me turned to wanting to write in the first place.(so perhaps I may still bore you but I will try to keep it exciting by throwing lots pictures at you so your brain doesn’t get too tired with my ramblings.)

I will start out my “story” with a question.   WHAT shapes a person in life?  That brings up the next question to me, Nature or Nurture?

To me the logical answer is both…duh? –


See those guys there above in the picture?  They are my  brothers of which I have two of.  I am the one on the left (with the cool lean going on ).  They  definitely shaped my life.  Mainly because I was the middle kid of that trio growing up.  I looked to my older brother (middle kid in pic) to guide me in what I thought was the way you should act as a boy, guy, a man, because  our father died when I was twelve and he was all I had for a role model.

In the end, he only taught me how not to act, to which in itself  now that I look back,was helpful.  My younger brother only ever gave me a sense that I failed him somewhat because I think he looked to me, somewhat like I did to my older brother; for some direction. This time growing up with them was pivotal in my mind because it made me realize  that if you want to  find the answers to a problem when people are depending on you, you have to do it yourself, because no one else was going to do it for you.


The next picture above was going to be a picture of my mom. But I thought better of it, because  she’s not the focus really in my little story,  just a character to the side really. Instead, I wanted to show my escape that I went to in the early years before and after my dad had died. My family life  was in shambles from probably the age of four.  I remember the fights, the plate smashing, the bitching by my mom, in how life was never good enough or how we lived in a hell-hole. (I loved my hell-hole of a house by the way..I knew no different) .   I only remember my Mom in all this because my Dad was always the quiet one.  He just would sit there on the couch or at the dining room table  and listen to her rants until she calmed down which always seemed to end in crying.

So I escaped ….I would watch shows like Creature Feature, Twilight Zone, Buck Rogers, Speed Racer, or Scooby Doo, ….I fell into the stories and the more the fantastic the better. The more removed from reality, the more engrossed I became and nothing could take me out of it. I was in that world while it lasted.  These were worlds  that I could understand more than the ones right inside my own home.


As I grew older, I’d say about ten years old, I came  to love comic books. I discovered them in a little book shop across the street from our new apartment house (first of many to follow) in one of my mom’s flight to get away from my father .   For 25 cents and up, you could purchase a world where anything was possible and live vicariously through the eyes of a character and see what they saw and know what they thought. Needless to say, by the pictures above,  my favorite character in comics was Spiderman. But the thing is,  like I am sure like many other fans did, I identfied most with Peter Parker, his alter-ego. He was smart,determined, didn’t fit in because of his awkwardness,  had an Uncle Ben (father figure) who had died and they were poor.  Spiderman cracked jokes all the time.  So yeah, I  identified with him more less. And yes,  I am corny, I did believe in the phrase “With great power comes great responsibility” line.  I still do to this day and it shaped many of my decisions more than than once in my life. Not saying I’m a superhero jumping off buildings trying to save people.  I’m saying you could have the power of hurting someone’s feelings with the wrong word or you could instead instill in that same person a sense of something to boost their pride or keep their spirit going…everyone has value ….yeah I have always been a sensitive kid that way (to a fault at times).


The next logical progression after comic books for me was books…oh those magical books…I love the person who founded the library system and screw that YA author & actor Terry Dreary, who recently stated that libraries are not relevant anymore. I was a poor kid way back when and besides shoplifting I couldn’t have read a quarter of the books that I read in my younger years without that glorious thing called a library card. Those books saved me. Where my brothers found escape in running the streets, shoplifting, fighting, smoking, or drinking,  I found it in words. They wrapped around me like a cocoon where I grew and grew inside.  They helped form inside me  a vocabulary, a world, and a mystery only I was privy to.

I hit my teen years where life divided me into two worlds….those of my friends who to me ,had everything I didn’t,  to a family at home which was slowly disintergrating before my eyes; my brothers, my mother, and me to a degree. Where once I was kid who found possibilities, now I saw only wanting an escape. Home was not a comfort, it was a prison, a sentence to ride out until school or I visited my friends at their home.  I developed a complex about everything from the gap in my teeth, to the way I would sometimes stutter when really nervous, to the clothes I wore, and the place I lived. I never had friends for a sleepover because I was embarassed about my family and home. I always felt inadequate to the task; never quite good enough for the rich kids or smart enough to fit in.

So I studied and I studied. I got smarter. I forced myself to beat back the depression with knowledge and lose myself in asking the abstract questions. To question everything and challenge myself not to be led by others. I still didnt feel like  I fit in, but I had begun to have better tools to see myself as not as a joke in their eyes but more as an equal.


After a few failed girlfriends and a couple of years in college I finally met the love of my life and married her….She turned me around (even though I didnt realize it at the time) and taught me the value of what life is.  She taught me the value of committment and compassion and that things mattered. No more was my story mine now it was ours and I wanted to share my life with her….



Then he came along and made my life a living hell.  You know I’m kidding…. But life was a worldwind for a bit…Those years of him growing up, were fast and furious , and for some reason, writing really never entered my mind. But as I went from one  job to the next job,  to the next job in my  career I woke up one day and  realized very  strongly I didnt  want the path I had chosen and that I felt I was made for bigger things than the lot  I had fallen into.

I wanted more than the hum drum day to day life I was leading….so I went back to college and took Creative Writing & English Lit courses.  I got in with other writers and talked with them and learned from them. I started writing. I started CREATING.  Then that little butterfly that had waited so long to be formed and released from its Chrysalis broke out and flew. Now I’m blogging about my journey to be the next Stephen King or the next Ray Bradbury or the next Philip Wardlow….I may have come a little late to the train station but I caught the last seat in the car….and I’m settling in for a long trip.