On my way to work, I listen to news radio to get my last minute picture as to where we stand as human beings. It floored me to hear that there were people that cursed, flipped the bird and threw things at the power company guys that are trying to restore power post hurricane.What is wrong with people! These guys are working eighteen hour days to fix whats damaged. They should get a ticker tape parade or at the very least a cold beer, you fucking assholes!
I'm still in an amazing amount of discomfort due to the motor cycle wreck, so working is close to unbearable. I don't have much of a choice as short staffed as we are right now. The big kicker is that we are the only restaurant open in town. The only one with power.
Its around seven thirty on a Monday night and there is an hour and a half wait at the door to seat people. I'm hobbling around the restaurant thanking everyone for their patients when an older man at the door asked if I was the manager. I told him I was and that was this guy's cue to lose his temper at me about having to wait to be seated. I mean he told me that I was worthless, he might have made a slur towards my mother and ending with the every time he comes in, this place sucks! I held my cane up and with one swift move I swung the cane down striking the old fucker in the face yelling go the fuck some where else then...wait wait wait, that's what I was thinking. Instead I simply said "your right sir, thank you for your patients" and hobbled away mumbling "I love my job I love my job I love my job."
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Earth Wind and Fire
Its been a hell of a couple of weeks, The on going fire in the dismal swamp making it almost impossible to breath here. The Harley wreck, kind of life changing. The earth quake and then the hurricane. I'm starting to take some of this personal. Hope you will understand my absence and forgive me for I am truly sorry.
It was my sisters 50th birthday. I was to cook for twelve people that night. I thought I'd go to the beach and catch a little sun to beef up my slightly faded British Virgin Island tan. In shorts and a tee shirt I jump on the Harley beach bound. As I cruised, I thought how I was timing the dinner and tried to remember if there was anything else I needed from the store. I owe my sister allot, shes family and also my friend, she and her husband. Then I thought about how smokey it still was from the forest burning around the Dismal Swamp. It was almost hard to breath. Suddenly I hear tires skidding when I realize its the car and truck in front of me had come to a complete stop. I hit my brakes, my bikes wheels lock up and I begin to skid sideways. Still doing thirty miles an hour in a full skid I assessed that I would slam into the back of the pick up unless I did something quick. I let off the breaks, the tires stopped skidding and I, for a instant, had control. I shot out from behind the truck into on coming traffic. The front wheel wobbled flipping the bike forward onto is side slamming me to the asphalt and scrapping me about fifteen feet up the street into oncoming traffic.I laid there for a second and wondered how my wallet and check book were about five feet beyond where I rested. OMG some one get this bike off me I yelled. I saw the guy who initially caused the traffic to stop. I yelled to him to get the bike off me, he drove away leaving the girl who's truck I almost smashed into. She jumped out hysterical, trying to get the heavy Harley off my leg. Finally two guys jumped out of there cars to help the scene. EMS was there in a flash. I was taken to a trauma unit where I got a once over, cat scans and ex rays told the story. I do remember a woman doctor asking me in that angry motherly voice "you were wearing shorts and a tee shirt on a motor cycle?" I said " don't judge me!". They quickly pieced me together and in a few shout hours I'm leaving the hospital on crutches. Made it to my sisters birthday with the food and instructed some friends in the preparation, Dinner was awesome. The next morning I woke up and I could not believe the amount of pain throughout my entire body. A week goes by trying to walk and then back down on the couch. All I wanted to do was sleep but then I would wake up sweating from the replay of the accident. I went to Walmart to get a couple of new tires for my car and do necessity shopping plus I thought that I could use the cart as a walker and get some exercise for this knee. As I was in the tire department waiting to be serviced, the huge tire racks started moving, so much that I thought they were going to topple. I hobbled,behind my cart, for my life. The shelves suddenly stopped shaking. I looked at the clerk and asked "what in the hell was that". Later when I got in my car to go home, I was listening to NPR news. Thats when I learned of the earthquake. I decided I needed to go back to work to take my mind off everything. Not a smart idea, I hadn't felt pain until I was on my feet six straight hours. Thank god a hurricane stopped through here, got another day to lay out. I get a little better everyday. Soon this will all just be a memory.
I've missed sharing the little pieces of my life with those that are entertained!
It was my sisters 50th birthday. I was to cook for twelve people that night. I thought I'd go to the beach and catch a little sun to beef up my slightly faded British Virgin Island tan. In shorts and a tee shirt I jump on the Harley beach bound. As I cruised, I thought how I was timing the dinner and tried to remember if there was anything else I needed from the store. I owe my sister allot, shes family and also my friend, she and her husband. Then I thought about how smokey it still was from the forest burning around the Dismal Swamp. It was almost hard to breath. Suddenly I hear tires skidding when I realize its the car and truck in front of me had come to a complete stop. I hit my brakes, my bikes wheels lock up and I begin to skid sideways. Still doing thirty miles an hour in a full skid I assessed that I would slam into the back of the pick up unless I did something quick. I let off the breaks, the tires stopped skidding and I, for a instant, had control. I shot out from behind the truck into on coming traffic. The front wheel wobbled flipping the bike forward onto is side slamming me to the asphalt and scrapping me about fifteen feet up the street into oncoming traffic.I laid there for a second and wondered how my wallet and check book were about five feet beyond where I rested. OMG some one get this bike off me I yelled. I saw the guy who initially caused the traffic to stop. I yelled to him to get the bike off me, he drove away leaving the girl who's truck I almost smashed into. She jumped out hysterical, trying to get the heavy Harley off my leg. Finally two guys jumped out of there cars to help the scene. EMS was there in a flash. I was taken to a trauma unit where I got a once over, cat scans and ex rays told the story. I do remember a woman doctor asking me in that angry motherly voice "you were wearing shorts and a tee shirt on a motor cycle?" I said " don't judge me!". They quickly pieced me together and in a few shout hours I'm leaving the hospital on crutches. Made it to my sisters birthday with the food and instructed some friends in the preparation, Dinner was awesome. The next morning I woke up and I could not believe the amount of pain throughout my entire body. A week goes by trying to walk and then back down on the couch. All I wanted to do was sleep but then I would wake up sweating from the replay of the accident. I went to Walmart to get a couple of new tires for my car and do necessity shopping plus I thought that I could use the cart as a walker and get some exercise for this knee. As I was in the tire department waiting to be serviced, the huge tire racks started moving, so much that I thought they were going to topple. I hobbled,behind my cart, for my life. The shelves suddenly stopped shaking. I looked at the clerk and asked "what in the hell was that". Later when I got in my car to go home, I was listening to NPR news. Thats when I learned of the earthquake. I decided I needed to go back to work to take my mind off everything. Not a smart idea, I hadn't felt pain until I was on my feet six straight hours. Thank god a hurricane stopped through here, got another day to lay out. I get a little better everyday. Soon this will all just be a memory.
I've missed sharing the little pieces of my life with those that are entertained!
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Meth
Once again my intentions are only to shed light on an issue that I am scared that we keep hidden in the dark. It wont happen to me or anyone around me, is a statement from someone living in a fantasy world. I want to apologize to my older readers, I promise to get back on track in just a couple more posts. I feel I owe you all, my readers and friends, an explanation. This short campaign stems from several conversations of young people that took place in front of me. Where as I am flattered that they were comfortable enough to talk freely in front of me, I feel a moral obligation to tell these series of short story's. Even though I still make light of some events, I have an angle. Please please please continue to read. Those old friends of mine that hit some hard times in their lives, I would love for you to tell your anonymous story here. Again and always, thank you for reading
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Friday, August 12, 2011
Majic Mushrooms
There are many things that could go wrong from eating magic mushrooms but dying from eating magic mushrooms is really rare. The psychedelic effects could lead to damaging your thought process and can control your mind. During this time you could be terrified of something around you and use self defense on someone around you that you believe is your enemy – this could lead to graphic endings. The problem with that situation is that it would be very rare to occur and it’s not directly caused from eating the magic mushrooms because most hallucinogens can lead to that in some situations. There are a few things that could happen though which could lead to death. Most deaths are caused from eating the wrong kind of mushrooms. But once again your chemical profile will decide your reaction.
One night during a full moon Tommy and a couple of buddies hiked of to a cow field to harvest mushrooms, the girls waited behind, said it was the guys job to get them. They got to the field, climbed the fence, cut threw a small wood line and started the search for the shrooms. It was a perfect night to harvest for the full moon shed enough light to make the gold caps of the shrooms shine. You could spot them at twenty feet. Tommy found the first one and decided to sample as he continued to look. His buddies followed his lead. With in thirty minutes they were starting to feel the effects of the mushrooms they had eaten. At one point Tommy was eating a mushroom and felt something move in his mouth. He quickly spit out the half chewed contents of his mouth and there was a full size boll weevil. This grossed Tommy out so bad that he began to projectile puked which in turn kicked the mushroom high in full gear. The boys had no idea how long they were in the field, but it had been long enough that the girls came looking for them. when the girls found them they were laying in the field staring up at the sky and laughing. As the girls got close the laughter became hysterical. The boys laughing so hard they couldn't catch their breath. Suddenly a gallop noise could be heard coming towards them and as it got closer, panic set in. Everyone started running for the woods near the fence line where they came into the field. Tommy turned , just as he hit the woods, to see what was charging after them. It was a bull, a big angry bull. Just then one of his buddies fell and his glasses flew off his face. Tommy went back and scooped him as his buddy grabbed his glasses and into the woods they ran. They could hear the bull getting closer as they heard small trees snapping at the force of the his charge. They made it to the fence line and over the fence they went. There everyone was waiting with wide open eyes. Once everyone was accounted for the laughter started up again. They all returned to the apartment where the girls washed the bounty and tossed them into a blender with limeade and ice. Everyone drank the potion, Tommy woke hours later from the sun coming up. He was up high in a big oak tree, sore from the position he had slept in. Wow what a night he thought, climbed down out of the tree and went into the apartment where he found all his friends dead. No, once again Tommy got lucky and all were just passed out. It definitely could have turned out differently though.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Unknown
Unintentional fatal drug incidents nearly doubled from 1999 to 2004 and were the second leading cause of accidental death in United States in 2004, behind only auto crashes, according to the center of disease control.
Tommy was hanging out with this buddy that liked to socialize, Tommy was down with that as well. They went to a gathering that was in a high rise building on the fifteenth floor. They entered the apartment that was decorated by someone with money. Everything was modern and very clean. They walked down a short hallway that opened up into an airy living room where five people were hanging out. Quick introductions, they seated and the socializing began. Chatter and laughter filled the room as a couple of joints were lit and passed around. when the first joint got to Tommy, he hit it and thought that it didn't taste like pot. He said something to his buddy as he passed it to him. His buddy hit it and said that it was green. Tommy took it as though it meant that the pot was home grown. Tommy continued to hit and pass the joints that tasted funny. Everything from that point was a blur. At one point Tommy was out on the balcony with another person and they were talking how nice the pool looked fifteen floors down. Tommy stated that he could hit the pool from up there.The other person said "no way". Tommy was going to prove he could and got naked. Just as Tommy was about to climb over the rail, the owner of that apartment came out on the balcony and asked what was up. The two explained the bet, the owner said "what pool" the two pointed down. The owner laughed and said "that not a pool that's a parking lot." The next day after Tommy awoke, He had many gaps in his memory, he did however remember the balcony event. He ran to the bathroom to violently puke after the realization that he almost met his demise the night before. He never did find out what was in those joints, but he was sure it was not pot. Tommy knew that luck had been with him and at that point in his life learned to question things instead of assuming.
I had always wondered why people all fucked up on drugs choose to commit suicide, After this event I thought that maybe it wasn't suicide, it was just a misread visual that turned into a bad bet.
Tommy was hanging out with this buddy that liked to socialize, Tommy was down with that as well. They went to a gathering that was in a high rise building on the fifteenth floor. They entered the apartment that was decorated by someone with money. Everything was modern and very clean. They walked down a short hallway that opened up into an airy living room where five people were hanging out. Quick introductions, they seated and the socializing began. Chatter and laughter filled the room as a couple of joints were lit and passed around. when the first joint got to Tommy, he hit it and thought that it didn't taste like pot. He said something to his buddy as he passed it to him. His buddy hit it and said that it was green. Tommy took it as though it meant that the pot was home grown. Tommy continued to hit and pass the joints that tasted funny. Everything from that point was a blur. At one point Tommy was out on the balcony with another person and they were talking how nice the pool looked fifteen floors down. Tommy stated that he could hit the pool from up there.The other person said "no way". Tommy was going to prove he could and got naked. Just as Tommy was about to climb over the rail, the owner of that apartment came out on the balcony and asked what was up. The two explained the bet, the owner said "what pool" the two pointed down. The owner laughed and said "that not a pool that's a parking lot." The next day after Tommy awoke, He had many gaps in his memory, he did however remember the balcony event. He ran to the bathroom to violently puke after the realization that he almost met his demise the night before. He never did find out what was in those joints, but he was sure it was not pot. Tommy knew that luck had been with him and at that point in his life learned to question things instead of assuming.
I had always wondered why people all fucked up on drugs choose to commit suicide, After this event I thought that maybe it wasn't suicide, it was just a misread visual that turned into a bad bet.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Cocaine
Class A felony. Depending on what you get caught with and the intent for use, you could get anywhere from six months to life without parole. Not physically addictive but considered a schedule II drug, meaning that it has a high potential for abuse. the drug can be a good time in a group but it causes people to Jones for it. The good time is lost when the group can only think how to get more. The world problems can be solved on this drug if you could only remember the conversations that took place. A terrible waiste of money and the physical affects are crushing. This drug allows you to be able to drink ten fold what you would normally drink. For men, you may think your horny but you ain't doing anything with that limp noodle. My suggestion on this drug is to stay clear, its not worth the time, money, health factor and the chance to do jail time.
Tommy Palmer was living the life, he had a killer pad in Georgetown Washington DC. He was good looking and had money. He was a supplier. He went to a dinner party that he was asked to attend for the purpose of hooking up the host. There were influential people at this party, eight couples around a large elegantly set table with all crystal, china and silver. Both red and white wines were served in the appropriate glassware. After dinner was over a few of the guests said their good byes and left. Now the party was going to start. The host stuck out his hand towards Tommy, he was ready for his purchase. Tommy quickly obliged. It always humored Tommy that this guy, every time, had to test the product. He grabbed a wine glass and poured Clorox bleach into it, took a small scoop of the coke and dropped it into the glass. When the cocaine hits the bleach it instantly separates the cocaine from the cut. He, as usual, was happy with the ratio. The host took the cocaine and dumped a huge portion onto a mirror with a razor blade and a third of a McDonald's Straw. Why a McDonald's straw you may ask, because it is the widest of all straws, make the cocaine get in you fast. The mirror got passed around, when it got to Tommy, he cut out a healthy line and snorted it in one quick hit. He gagged a bit then his throat began to close up. He grabbed his glass of white wine and chugged it hoping to open his throat back up. As soon as the glass was empty he realized that he had just drank the bleach. Could you even imagine what it would be like to have to tell a bunch of jacked up people that you had just drank a whole glass of bleach? No way would these socialites take you to an emergency room. "make him puke" someone yelled. "no, make him drink milk then puke"someone else barked. They in fact made Tommy get the bleach out of his system, but damn, what a buzz kill. Tommy was never invited back to dinner. The heart burn from the bleach burns in his esophagus was hell and every time Tommy belched in the following week, he could taste what was described as a swimming pool.
Cocaine use increases the risk of sudden heart attack and may also trigger stroke, even in users who otherwise are not in high risk for these sometimes fatal cardiovascular events. Cocaine heart attacks is one of the most common causes of death in young dumb people here in the USA. Please be smart.
Tommy Palmer was living the life, he had a killer pad in Georgetown Washington DC. He was good looking and had money. He was a supplier. He went to a dinner party that he was asked to attend for the purpose of hooking up the host. There were influential people at this party, eight couples around a large elegantly set table with all crystal, china and silver. Both red and white wines were served in the appropriate glassware. After dinner was over a few of the guests said their good byes and left. Now the party was going to start. The host stuck out his hand towards Tommy, he was ready for his purchase. Tommy quickly obliged. It always humored Tommy that this guy, every time, had to test the product. He grabbed a wine glass and poured Clorox bleach into it, took a small scoop of the coke and dropped it into the glass. When the cocaine hits the bleach it instantly separates the cocaine from the cut. He, as usual, was happy with the ratio. The host took the cocaine and dumped a huge portion onto a mirror with a razor blade and a third of a McDonald's Straw. Why a McDonald's straw you may ask, because it is the widest of all straws, make the cocaine get in you fast. The mirror got passed around, when it got to Tommy, he cut out a healthy line and snorted it in one quick hit. He gagged a bit then his throat began to close up. He grabbed his glass of white wine and chugged it hoping to open his throat back up. As soon as the glass was empty he realized that he had just drank the bleach. Could you even imagine what it would be like to have to tell a bunch of jacked up people that you had just drank a whole glass of bleach? No way would these socialites take you to an emergency room. "make him puke" someone yelled. "no, make him drink milk then puke"someone else barked. They in fact made Tommy get the bleach out of his system, but damn, what a buzz kill. Tommy was never invited back to dinner. The heart burn from the bleach burns in his esophagus was hell and every time Tommy belched in the following week, he could taste what was described as a swimming pool.
Cocaine use increases the risk of sudden heart attack and may also trigger stroke, even in users who otherwise are not in high risk for these sometimes fatal cardiovascular events. Cocaine heart attacks is one of the most common causes of death in young dumb people here in the USA. Please be smart.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Cannabis part two
Pot smokers would much rather be in a familiar room with friends and or video games than to experience the outside world. throw in some food and drink and utopia is found.
I had these two bumpkin kind of neighbors that loved to smoke pot and veg out to video games. It was Friday the thirteenth and they had the kind bud burning. You could smell it coming up the steps to the apartments. I thought that I needed to get these guys out and do something, just get them outside to breath fresh air. I stopped by their apartment at the tail end of one of their sessions. I convinced them to ride with me down town Charleston to an old cemetery. they were easier to convince than I would have expected. It hadn't been dark long but we found the old cemetery, parked the car and walked. When we got to this old place the gates were closed and locked. The perimeter was surrounded by an eight foot iron fence with sharp arrow heads topping each iron picket. The two bumpkins were up and over in a second, I had to plan my crossing. I took my time and made it over safely. We messed around for an hour or so. One of the bumpkins peed on a grave, I told him that wasn't cool and reminded him that it was Friday the thirteenth. He told me to shut the fuck up. It was time to head on home, I had gone first and once again took my time. The first neighbor was up and over in a second. The other guy, the one that peed, was almost over when he slipped. He was impaled in the ass by one of the spear pickets. His legs dangled and his arms flailed, his torso ridged with that rod stuck in his ass, he could have passed for a pop sickle. He was screaming in pain, all we could do was laugh, It was by far one of the funniest things I had ever seen. At one point I caught my breath and was able to say "911" then said " I warned you about pissing!". Some how he found the strength to pull him self off the spike and fell to the walk below. He was in agony. He turned his ass to us and said "is it bad?" All I saw was a bloody rip in his jeans and something that looked like strands of bloody meat hanging out. That just turned out to be part of his jeans. We told him that we couldn't see anything, with out thought he dropped his pants and bent over. He in deed had a sizable gash in his ass cheek that was squirting blood every time his heart beat. His buddy, in tears from laughter, said "apply pressure." I said I wasn't touching that, then told him to sit down on it. He never went to the doctor because he wasn't sure what he would tell him. I don't think the pot caused the incident but I sure think it made it funnier.
I had these two bumpkin kind of neighbors that loved to smoke pot and veg out to video games. It was Friday the thirteenth and they had the kind bud burning. You could smell it coming up the steps to the apartments. I thought that I needed to get these guys out and do something, just get them outside to breath fresh air. I stopped by their apartment at the tail end of one of their sessions. I convinced them to ride with me down town Charleston to an old cemetery. they were easier to convince than I would have expected. It hadn't been dark long but we found the old cemetery, parked the car and walked. When we got to this old place the gates were closed and locked. The perimeter was surrounded by an eight foot iron fence with sharp arrow heads topping each iron picket. The two bumpkins were up and over in a second, I had to plan my crossing. I took my time and made it over safely. We messed around for an hour or so. One of the bumpkins peed on a grave, I told him that wasn't cool and reminded him that it was Friday the thirteenth. He told me to shut the fuck up. It was time to head on home, I had gone first and once again took my time. The first neighbor was up and over in a second. The other guy, the one that peed, was almost over when he slipped. He was impaled in the ass by one of the spear pickets. His legs dangled and his arms flailed, his torso ridged with that rod stuck in his ass, he could have passed for a pop sickle. He was screaming in pain, all we could do was laugh, It was by far one of the funniest things I had ever seen. At one point I caught my breath and was able to say "911" then said " I warned you about pissing!". Some how he found the strength to pull him self off the spike and fell to the walk below. He was in agony. He turned his ass to us and said "is it bad?" All I saw was a bloody rip in his jeans and something that looked like strands of bloody meat hanging out. That just turned out to be part of his jeans. We told him that we couldn't see anything, with out thought he dropped his pants and bent over. He in deed had a sizable gash in his ass cheek that was squirting blood every time his heart beat. His buddy, in tears from laughter, said "apply pressure." I said I wasn't touching that, then told him to sit down on it. He never went to the doctor because he wasn't sure what he would tell him. I don't think the pot caused the incident but I sure think it made it funnier.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Whippets part two
An old friend, that knows way to much about me, reminded me of another whippet story. I was a little older but still no wiser and once alcohol is in the picture I become a retard. Um still a long time ago though!
There's a dessert restaurant in Charleston, their concept is great desserts and great drinks, go any where you'd like for dinner, just end up here for dessert. Several of my members for the after hours club worked here, so they were part of my rounds. I had stopped at many places before ending up here so needless to say I had a good buzz going. This place prides its self on everything made there. This included whipped cream, all desserts and coffees were topped with their delicious home made whipped cream. But in order to be able to keep up with the demands for the whipped cream, they need to get their nitrous in bulk. I knew where they kept their back up tank. Now here's where the story goes south. I was sitting at the bar with a couple of friends and I pointed out the spare tank. My friends didn't believe that there was a giant tank of nitrous three feet away. The little English bartender that was taking care of us had to leave from behind the bar for a minute to do something in the kitchen. This was my opportunity to jump behind the bar, put my lips on the brass nozzle of the nitrous tank and turned it on to inhale the gas. I turned it on way to fast, the gas came out in force causing the nozzle to instantly freeze up and my lips froze to the nozzle. When the English bar tender came back from the kitchen she saw me attached to the nozzle and screamed my name. I could not move, I was stuck. I pointed to the coffee pot. She grabbed the hot coffee and poured it on my lips to free me from its frosty hold. The whole bar got a good laugh at my expense. I woke the next morning with the usual hang over, went to the bathroom to brush the nasty out of my mouth. When I looked in the mirror I saw two huge blisters on my lips that looked like the worst STD ever. I couldn't be seen in public for several day after that night.
There's a dessert restaurant in Charleston, their concept is great desserts and great drinks, go any where you'd like for dinner, just end up here for dessert. Several of my members for the after hours club worked here, so they were part of my rounds. I had stopped at many places before ending up here so needless to say I had a good buzz going. This place prides its self on everything made there. This included whipped cream, all desserts and coffees were topped with their delicious home made whipped cream. But in order to be able to keep up with the demands for the whipped cream, they need to get their nitrous in bulk. I knew where they kept their back up tank. Now here's where the story goes south. I was sitting at the bar with a couple of friends and I pointed out the spare tank. My friends didn't believe that there was a giant tank of nitrous three feet away. The little English bartender that was taking care of us had to leave from behind the bar for a minute to do something in the kitchen. This was my opportunity to jump behind the bar, put my lips on the brass nozzle of the nitrous tank and turned it on to inhale the gas. I turned it on way to fast, the gas came out in force causing the nozzle to instantly freeze up and my lips froze to the nozzle. When the English bar tender came back from the kitchen she saw me attached to the nozzle and screamed my name. I could not move, I was stuck. I pointed to the coffee pot. She grabbed the hot coffee and poured it on my lips to free me from its frosty hold. The whole bar got a good laugh at my expense. I woke the next morning with the usual hang over, went to the bathroom to brush the nasty out of my mouth. When I looked in the mirror I saw two huge blisters on my lips that looked like the worst STD ever. I couldn't be seen in public for several day after that night.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Whippets
Nitrous oxide (whippet) can be found in whip cream cans or in cartridges that need to be dispensed into a canister or balloon. Nitrous oxide is laughing gas, the gas the dentist will give you.
Many years ago, when I was just a pup, it seemed that I could be talked into anything, never seeing beyond what ever it was we would do. Never saw danger or legal ramifications, just saw excitement and fun. Me and three other dumb ass youths thought it would be a good idea to do our whippet filled balloons while sitting on a bridge about 30 feet above a jagged rock filled shallow creek. The guy next to me asked how to do this. I looked at him in amazement that he had never done a whippet. Just inhale the balloon I said, then I said "maybe you should get off the wall", he said that he would be alright. As we took the whole balloon into our lungs, the short buzz begins and not being able to pay to much attention to what was going on around us. I felt the guy next to me lean into me, then I felt him lay his shoulder onto my lap. I looked down just in time to watch him roll off my lap and free fall completely past out. Everything was slow motion and I was helpless to help him. Like a rag doll, completely limp he fell. He landed on his back in two feet of water barley missing the jagged rocks around him. As the water came up over his face he woke, jumped up and said "Holy shit did I just fall from there?" None of us could believe what had just happened. He got lucky, only had to get fifteen stitches and a lecture for all of us from the E R doctor about how stupid we all were.
Many years ago, when I was just a pup, it seemed that I could be talked into anything, never seeing beyond what ever it was we would do. Never saw danger or legal ramifications, just saw excitement and fun. Me and three other dumb ass youths thought it would be a good idea to do our whippet filled balloons while sitting on a bridge about 30 feet above a jagged rock filled shallow creek. The guy next to me asked how to do this. I looked at him in amazement that he had never done a whippet. Just inhale the balloon I said, then I said "maybe you should get off the wall", he said that he would be alright. As we took the whole balloon into our lungs, the short buzz begins and not being able to pay to much attention to what was going on around us. I felt the guy next to me lean into me, then I felt him lay his shoulder onto my lap. I looked down just in time to watch him roll off my lap and free fall completely past out. Everything was slow motion and I was helpless to help him. Like a rag doll, completely limp he fell. He landed on his back in two feet of water barley missing the jagged rocks around him. As the water came up over his face he woke, jumped up and said "Holy shit did I just fall from there?" None of us could believe what had just happened. He got lucky, only had to get fifteen stitches and a lecture for all of us from the E R doctor about how stupid we all were.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Cannabis
Fact, cannabis is an annual herbaceous plant in the cannabaceae family. Humans have cultivated this herb throughout recorded history as a source of industrial fibre, seed oil, food, drugs and medicine. each part of the plant is harvested differently depending on the purpose of its use. Fact, federally cannabis is classified as a schedule 1 drug under the federal controlled substance act of 1970 and is deemed to have a high potential for abuse and no legitimate medical use. I think , and this is just an opinion, that the Washington lobbyist for the legalization of pot must be high and forgot that they are trying to legalize it. None the less, sad but true, it is illegal.
My partner and I were in the process of building a restaurant in a marina. During the construction, I hung out in my sisters antique shop where I met with vendors and did interviews with potential staff. One such interview was with a young man that came with some great references, I was anxious for the meeting. He showed up and interviewed well, I asked if he wanted to take a drive to check out the restaurant, he said "sure". When we walked out side I told him that he had to drive, he got a shocked look on his face but obliged. As soon as I sat down in his car, I understood his fear, it reeked as though he had just smoked a blunt.I played dumb and off we drove. This guy worked with me for many years after that and we have a good laugh when ever we look back to the day of his interview. He has turned out to be quite the chef and to my knowledge the pot smoking has not slowed him down.
Again, every ones chemistry is different and it is still illegal.
My partner and I were in the process of building a restaurant in a marina. During the construction, I hung out in my sisters antique shop where I met with vendors and did interviews with potential staff. One such interview was with a young man that came with some great references, I was anxious for the meeting. He showed up and interviewed well, I asked if he wanted to take a drive to check out the restaurant, he said "sure". When we walked out side I told him that he had to drive, he got a shocked look on his face but obliged. As soon as I sat down in his car, I understood his fear, it reeked as though he had just smoked a blunt.I played dumb and off we drove. This guy worked with me for many years after that and we have a good laugh when ever we look back to the day of his interview. He has turned out to be quite the chef and to my knowledge the pot smoking has not slowed him down.
Again, every ones chemistry is different and it is still illegal.
Enlightenment
Many younger people get their start in the work force using the f&b industry to pay their way through school or they are hoping to get into management. Some may have the desire to one day open their own restaurant. What ever the case, young people that haven't been out on their own to long and have a disposable income, hang in an environment that is geared towards partying. My only concern is that this environment is exposed to drugs. My biggest pet peeve is to hear a kid in their late teens or early twenties talking as though they are an expert on recreational drugs. Then of course they also have the answers to all the worlds problems. For god sake these people haven't been around enough to know anything except maybe where food and drink go in the body, then where it comes out, still needing to be reminded to wash their hands. I hope that when the next few blogs are read that they may shed light on the truths and the fictions of drugs. I think that the most important fact about drugs is that no two people are going to react the same. Every ones chemistry profile is different, so to tell a newbie how he or she is going to react to a drug is, for the most part, a falsity. Only through experimentation by an individual will he or she know how they will do on a drug and that is a gamble to the out come. I'm not saying you won't have a good time, I'm also not saying it won't take from your life. I think that me being in my fifties, been in the industry as long as I have and yes I have done my share of experimentation, makes me more reliable for information than that twenty year old that can name the latest strains of cannabis.
My goal is to be honest in my stories, some may be funny, some may be devastating. We will see where this leads us. Where ever we are led I hope there is enlightenment.
My goal is to be honest in my stories, some may be funny, some may be devastating. We will see where this leads us. Where ever we are led I hope there is enlightenment.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Back to work
I grew up in a household with a very attractive mother and three very pretty sisters. We always seemed to have peeping Toms and obscene phone calls. My dad, brother and me weren't always around to handle things. We kept an unloaded shot gun in the closet by the front door and we hung a whistle by the phone. A couple of times my mother had been seen running out the front door with the shot gun chasing that peeping Tom and when the obscene callers would call, they'd get an ear of a loud whistle. Eventually the peeping stopped as did the phone calls.
My first day back to work after a great vacation! I had to hear that a woman called and told the manager on duty that the girl manager owed her a steak and lobster dinner, she would like to get it right then because she was hungry for it. The manager told the lady that a girl manager had not worked there for four months. There was a pause, then the lady said yes that's right, that's when it was. She insisted that she wanted that meal now. The manager said that he was unable to help her with that , but she could call the following day to talk to his General manager, she said no, she was hungry now. He apologized again and said he couldn't help her. She said to him that he was beginning to irritate her. That's right, he was irritating her. Again he apologized and said that the general manager may be able to help her tomorrow. She hung up and never called back. Wish we had that whistle for the obscene calls we get at work. I'm sure they would eventually stop as well.
My first day back to work after a great vacation! I had to hear that a woman called and told the manager on duty that the girl manager owed her a steak and lobster dinner, she would like to get it right then because she was hungry for it. The manager told the lady that a girl manager had not worked there for four months. There was a pause, then the lady said yes that's right, that's when it was. She insisted that she wanted that meal now. The manager said that he was unable to help her with that , but she could call the following day to talk to his General manager, she said no, she was hungry now. He apologized again and said he couldn't help her. She said to him that he was beginning to irritate her. That's right, he was irritating her. Again he apologized and said that the general manager may be able to help her tomorrow. She hung up and never called back. Wish we had that whistle for the obscene calls we get at work. I'm sure they would eventually stop as well.
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