Karma. Karma can be a bytch and it can be wonderful. Here is a test, a challenge if you will, to see how Karma really works. I challenge you to do at least one good deed a day for the next thirty days. It does not have to big or loud, it could be as simple as buying someone a cup of coffee, holding the door open, saying please and thank you. Be polite, be positive, be cheerful. Do something for someone and not expect anything in return. Smile when there is no need to smile. Do a good dead and feel good inside. At the end of thirty days there will be no reward but at least you know you did something good.
Max M. Power
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
How to save the airlines
How to save the airlines:
Dump the male flight attendants. No one wanted them in the first place.
Replace all the female flight attendants with good-looking strippers! What the hell --- They don't even serve food anymore, so what's the loss?
The strippers would at least triple the alcohol sales and get a 'party atmosphere' going in the cabin. And, of course, every businessman in this country would start flying again, hoping to see naked women.
Because of the tips, female flight attendants wouldn't need a salary, thus saving even more money. I suspect tips would be so good that we could charge the women for working the plane and have them kick back 20% of the tips, including lap dances and 'special services.'
Muslims would be afraid to get on the planes for fear of seeing naked women. Hijackings would come to a screeching halt, and the airline industry would see record revenues.
This is definitely a win-win situation if we handle it right --- a golden opportunity to turn a liability into an asset.
Why didn't Bush think of this? Why do I still have to do everything myself?
Sincerely,Bill Clinton
Dump the male flight attendants. No one wanted them in the first place.
Replace all the female flight attendants with good-looking strippers! What the hell --- They don't even serve food anymore, so what's the loss?
The strippers would at least triple the alcohol sales and get a 'party atmosphere' going in the cabin. And, of course, every businessman in this country would start flying again, hoping to see naked women.
Because of the tips, female flight attendants wouldn't need a salary, thus saving even more money. I suspect tips would be so good that we could charge the women for working the plane and have them kick back 20% of the tips, including lap dances and 'special services.'
Muslims would be afraid to get on the planes for fear of seeing naked women. Hijackings would come to a screeching halt, and the airline industry would see record revenues.
This is definitely a win-win situation if we handle it right --- a golden opportunity to turn a liability into an asset.
Why didn't Bush think of this? Why do I still have to do everything myself?
Sincerely,Bill Clinton
Crime DOES Pay
On Tuesday, May 20, 2008, in Harris County in Texas a jury of twelve made a grave mistake. An illegal immigrant, Juan Quintero, was sentenced to life in prison for killing Houston Police Officer Rodney Johnson. Juan Quintero has been deported once before for a sexual charge against a child. When Quintero was arrested by Officer Johnson in 2006 he did not want to be deported again so he shot Officer Johnson.
Quintero confessed to the crime, showed Officers how he was able to shoot Officer Johnson and he did all of this without any remorse what so ever. In Quintero’s eyes he did nothing wrong. He killed a cop and that was a good thing in his eyes.
That morning Quintero felt something bad was going to happen so he grabbed a gun and stuck it down his pants. That right there means he was up to no good. Also that was the first law he broke that day. Quintero did not have a concealed handgun license because he was an illegal.
Now Juan Quintero will get to be feed for free, clothed for free, sheltered for free, taught a trade for free, given an education for free, given medical care for free, and you and I get to pay the bill. At the same time, we who obey the law get to work hard and suffer WITHOUT a good education, decent health care, basic shelter, healthy meals. Is it any wonder why people turn to a life of crime, you get a better life than if you obey the law.
A police officer is a public servant and when a public servant is killed it is Capital Murder. What these jurors have told EVERY public servant AND criminal is: GO AHEAD AND KILL A PUBLIC SERVANT, ALL THAT WILL HAPPEN IS YOU SERVE SOME TIME.
Why would ANY public servant want to continue with their job knowing that they will not be protected when they need it the most? They put their lives on the line to protect the public and the public can not return the favor. It makes me sick.
Zero to Hero
You never see me
Yet I’m everywhere you look,
I’m surrounded by people
Unnoticeable as a crook.
You walk on by
Never looking at my face.
You go about your life
Not caring about my pace.
You want me there
To keep you safe
Knowing I will do my job
Without hesitation, without haste.
You never see me
Until something goes wrong.
That’s when I become your hero
No longer invisible, just very very strong.
Max M. Power
Quintero confessed to the crime, showed Officers how he was able to shoot Officer Johnson and he did all of this without any remorse what so ever. In Quintero’s eyes he did nothing wrong. He killed a cop and that was a good thing in his eyes.
That morning Quintero felt something bad was going to happen so he grabbed a gun and stuck it down his pants. That right there means he was up to no good. Also that was the first law he broke that day. Quintero did not have a concealed handgun license because he was an illegal.
Now Juan Quintero will get to be feed for free, clothed for free, sheltered for free, taught a trade for free, given an education for free, given medical care for free, and you and I get to pay the bill. At the same time, we who obey the law get to work hard and suffer WITHOUT a good education, decent health care, basic shelter, healthy meals. Is it any wonder why people turn to a life of crime, you get a better life than if you obey the law.
A police officer is a public servant and when a public servant is killed it is Capital Murder. What these jurors have told EVERY public servant AND criminal is: GO AHEAD AND KILL A PUBLIC SERVANT, ALL THAT WILL HAPPEN IS YOU SERVE SOME TIME.
Why would ANY public servant want to continue with their job knowing that they will not be protected when they need it the most? They put their lives on the line to protect the public and the public can not return the favor. It makes me sick.
Zero to Hero
You never see me
Yet I’m everywhere you look,
I’m surrounded by people
Unnoticeable as a crook.
You walk on by
Never looking at my face.
You go about your life
Not caring about my pace.
You want me there
To keep you safe
Knowing I will do my job
Without hesitation, without haste.
You never see me
Until something goes wrong.
That’s when I become your hero
No longer invisible, just very very strong.
Max M. Power
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
What Would You Do???
Something has been on my mind lately and I would really like some feedback on the subject. The goal for any writer is to see his or her work in print. In this modern age of computers and the internet we now have more avenues of print that is available to everyone around the world.
Crosses the borders from one country to the next is not always easy in book form but now, with the internet, its almost as if there are no borders to cross, no oceans to sail, no boundaries at all. The important thing is that as an author, my work is read.
Now here is my dilemma, would you buy a printed book if the material was out on the net for free? I mean, I want as many people as possible to be able to read my work, my stories, my poetry, my novels, but at the same time books sales is how I make money.
IF, and that’s a big if, I put my work on the net for free it will be in PDF format where you would have to read it on the computer or print it out on paper. I do this because not everyone can afford to buy books and for that reason the may never take a journey into my world.
I am strongly leaning toward posting PDF formats of my books as I complete them so anyone who wants to read my work can. But do you think people will still buy a printed book? Please be honest.
Crosses the borders from one country to the next is not always easy in book form but now, with the internet, its almost as if there are no borders to cross, no oceans to sail, no boundaries at all. The important thing is that as an author, my work is read.
Now here is my dilemma, would you buy a printed book if the material was out on the net for free? I mean, I want as many people as possible to be able to read my work, my stories, my poetry, my novels, but at the same time books sales is how I make money.
IF, and that’s a big if, I put my work on the net for free it will be in PDF format where you would have to read it on the computer or print it out on paper. I do this because not everyone can afford to buy books and for that reason the may never take a journey into my world.
I am strongly leaning toward posting PDF formats of my books as I complete them so anyone who wants to read my work can. But do you think people will still buy a printed book? Please be honest.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Man Boobs
Okay its not secret that I’m a big boy. Been HUSKY all my life. My pampers were HUGE as a newborn. So YES, I have man boobs. With more and more Americans being over weight man boobs are on the rise. They are everywhere you look, and like women, they come in all shapes and sizes. One difference, man boobs are covered with hair. With that being said, should guys start wearing over the shoulder boulder holders for men? What are your thoughts on man boobs?
Monday, May 5, 2008
Coming of Age
It has been mentioned about what should the legal of drinking be? Then the topic turns to if you are old enough to die for your country at 18, why are you not old enough to drink? I mean, you can go to another country and be able to drink.
But back at the birth of our country the legal age of adulthood was 14. You were able to work and learn a trade and start a life of your own. Now the age is 18, however, a 14yr old can be charged as an adult if the commit a crime. Why is that? Should the age be lowered back down to 14? No it will never go back down to 14, yet some want to raise the age to 21.
The point is that some parents want to keep their kids as long as they can, if you raise the age then when do they become adults? How do you go about saying someone is an adult or not.
The adult age was raised to 18 to allow for a complete public education. Most teenagers complete high school around the age of 18 and now are ready to face the world on their own. Some go off to college, others join the work force, and those that are able, with the will and desire to do so, join the military.
What do you think the legal age of adulthood should be?
Max M. Power
But back at the birth of our country the legal age of adulthood was 14. You were able to work and learn a trade and start a life of your own. Now the age is 18, however, a 14yr old can be charged as an adult if the commit a crime. Why is that? Should the age be lowered back down to 14? No it will never go back down to 14, yet some want to raise the age to 21.
The point is that some parents want to keep their kids as long as they can, if you raise the age then when do they become adults? How do you go about saying someone is an adult or not.
The adult age was raised to 18 to allow for a complete public education. Most teenagers complete high school around the age of 18 and now are ready to face the world on their own. Some go off to college, others join the work force, and those that are able, with the will and desire to do so, join the military.
What do you think the legal age of adulthood should be?
Max M. Power
Life
There is no other life except LIFE itself. There is no fast life or slow life, poor life or rich life, good life or bad life, there is just LIFE. There is only one thing to do with life, LIVE IT!!!
We all came into this world the same way, naked, cold, and crying. Same as it has been since the birth of Cain and it will be for every baby born into this world. In this sense we are ALL equal. It is what happens from this point in life that makes us who we are.
We can accept life, we can give up on life, we can fight life, we can change life. No matter what we do the point is, WE LIVE LIFE!!! We can live it in fear or we can live it with the knowledge that soon we will leave it.
The world goes round and round and we are just renting space. No matter what we do in this life, no matter what we gain, no matter what material things we own, when DEATH comes riding on his white horse we can not take any of that stuff with us. We will leave this life the way we came into it, naked, cold, and crying. Okay maybe not naked naked but the things we clothed ourselves with as we lived and breathed will no longer surround us.
So we have a beginning and an end. What to do with all the stuff in the middle? Does it really matter? If I can’t take it with me then why bother? Well that’s just it isn’t it? It’s the journey of LIFE that we all embark on. It’s a wide ride full of emotions and passions. Living LIFE is the greatest rollercoaster of all. I have my ticket ready, how about you?
Max M. Power
We all came into this world the same way, naked, cold, and crying. Same as it has been since the birth of Cain and it will be for every baby born into this world. In this sense we are ALL equal. It is what happens from this point in life that makes us who we are.
We can accept life, we can give up on life, we can fight life, we can change life. No matter what we do the point is, WE LIVE LIFE!!! We can live it in fear or we can live it with the knowledge that soon we will leave it.
The world goes round and round and we are just renting space. No matter what we do in this life, no matter what we gain, no matter what material things we own, when DEATH comes riding on his white horse we can not take any of that stuff with us. We will leave this life the way we came into it, naked, cold, and crying. Okay maybe not naked naked but the things we clothed ourselves with as we lived and breathed will no longer surround us.
So we have a beginning and an end. What to do with all the stuff in the middle? Does it really matter? If I can’t take it with me then why bother? Well that’s just it isn’t it? It’s the journey of LIFE that we all embark on. It’s a wide ride full of emotions and passions. Living LIFE is the greatest rollercoaster of all. I have my ticket ready, how about you?
Max M. Power
Am I A Racist
Sadly my answer is YES!!! I’m an advocate for the HUMAN race. I hear all this crying, moaning, and groaning over POOR ME, I’M NOT WHITE SO THE WORLD IS NOT FAIR TO ME. Get real!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I mean the world does not stop because someone was treated unfairly, LIFE is unfair. I was once told by a wise young man that claims he will be the first black gay President and with his heart I believe he just might. He told me, “It’s a game, learn the rules or get off the field.” How true is that huh?
Life is unfair, but nothing WORTH having ever comes easy. If you want it, FIGHT for it and be prepared to fight an uphill battle cause that is what it will be. You have to learn how to play the game or the game will eat you up and spit you out. The world is not equal, although most of us want it that way. So if you want things to change start with yourself.
Here is my start. When I started writing it is clear that my real name reveals I am of Latin decent, a Mexican if you will. No one wanted to read my work. I want my work read so I bent the rules by changing my name, which everyone knows me as, MAX M. POWER. Soon my work was being read. I was getting noticed.
I went to see a local publisher here in Houston and I was told that my work was really good but he would NEVER publish it under a white name. Now correct me if I’m wrong but the point of printing books is to SELL books and if people like the material and are willing to buy it then where is the problem? Oh right, my name. That is the truest form of racism.
Did I cry about it??? I know some of you would like to think I did, but instead I was true to my racist nature and got even. I started my own self publishing company, WRITING WITH POWER, and I print my own little projects, which many of you have heard me read from if you seen my interview with the lovely and talented Andrea Watkins, FOX 26 News, Houston, Texas. I fought to get my work out there and it has paid off.
Now I have one book published, Trails of Life, that I did not print myself, another collection of short stories, The Story Teller, on the way, and many more novels to come. I have two booklets, Lost Inside & Random Thoughts, that is free of charge to anyone who wants a copy. I am going to start on a screen play based on one of my short stories, Confessions Of The Hit Man. Everyone who has read it thinks it would make a great movie. I could have cried and boo hooed my way around life but instead I fought. So yea, I’m a racist, but deep down inside, aren’t we all, just a little bit. It’s okay to admit it, its human nature, it’s in our blood. The TRUE difference though, is how we ACT on it.
Max M. Power
I mean the world does not stop because someone was treated unfairly, LIFE is unfair. I was once told by a wise young man that claims he will be the first black gay President and with his heart I believe he just might. He told me, “It’s a game, learn the rules or get off the field.” How true is that huh?
Life is unfair, but nothing WORTH having ever comes easy. If you want it, FIGHT for it and be prepared to fight an uphill battle cause that is what it will be. You have to learn how to play the game or the game will eat you up and spit you out. The world is not equal, although most of us want it that way. So if you want things to change start with yourself.
Here is my start. When I started writing it is clear that my real name reveals I am of Latin decent, a Mexican if you will. No one wanted to read my work. I want my work read so I bent the rules by changing my name, which everyone knows me as, MAX M. POWER. Soon my work was being read. I was getting noticed.
I went to see a local publisher here in Houston and I was told that my work was really good but he would NEVER publish it under a white name. Now correct me if I’m wrong but the point of printing books is to SELL books and if people like the material and are willing to buy it then where is the problem? Oh right, my name. That is the truest form of racism.
Did I cry about it??? I know some of you would like to think I did, but instead I was true to my racist nature and got even. I started my own self publishing company, WRITING WITH POWER, and I print my own little projects, which many of you have heard me read from if you seen my interview with the lovely and talented Andrea Watkins, FOX 26 News, Houston, Texas. I fought to get my work out there and it has paid off.
Now I have one book published, Trails of Life, that I did not print myself, another collection of short stories, The Story Teller, on the way, and many more novels to come. I have two booklets, Lost Inside & Random Thoughts, that is free of charge to anyone who wants a copy. I am going to start on a screen play based on one of my short stories, Confessions Of The Hit Man. Everyone who has read it thinks it would make a great movie. I could have cried and boo hooed my way around life but instead I fought. So yea, I’m a racist, but deep down inside, aren’t we all, just a little bit. It’s okay to admit it, its human nature, it’s in our blood. The TRUE difference though, is how we ACT on it.
Max M. Power
Energy Vampire
I seen a documentary on the history of Vampires. Since I’m a history buff I figured it was a good source of research for a book on vampires I’ve been writing.
As Fate would have it, at the end of this documentary they started talking about vampires in modern times. Then one of the experts claimed to be an “Energy” or “Psychic” Vampire. The way she talked and the things she said made me start to think back to my junior year in high school when a friend of mine who was heavy into Goth, I myself being an in the closet Goth, told me that I am one of these “Energy” Vampires. I was told that I was a dangerous kind because I did not know when I was feeding off of others. Remembering this caused me to start doing some research.
The definition of an “Energy” or “Psychic” Vampire is someone who has the ability to feed off the “LIFE FORCE” often called the energy or vitality of another human being. This means that just by being near you I am able to “feed” off of your energy causing you to feel drained. Some people, by their very presence, seem to drain the energy of those around them. Often times the victim becomes aggressive and lashes out at the “Vampire,” not really knowing why.
Most “Energy” Vampires are normal everyday people, however, they are classified as unhappy and do their damage by telepathically draining their victim’s energy source. A mere separation from the vampire will bring about a positive change in the victim. Those that are aware of what they are doing seek out large crowds, a buffet of energy if you will.
Then you have those, like me apparently, who do not know what they can do or how to control it. They do not like these large crowds and are always looking for a way out. They feel very uncomfortable but have never been able to explain why.
As I researched this even further I found that these Vampires have lived past lives and there are five different types of “Energy” Vampires. That’s right, FIVE, and I find myself fitting into more than one category, which in itself is interesting.
The first type is the “Paranoid” type. Betrayal is the main issue with this vampire. Their past lives have been surrounded by warrior like behavior, self sacrifice, and abandonment. They feel there are enemies out to get them everywhere and they are still fighting a battle that ended long ago.
Aggression seems to be the most common response to the world around them. Since they are warriors “Paranoids” often pick fights with their victims. They fight to win because to lose is to admit they are a bad person. “Paranoids” seem to want you to agree with their view of the world, no matter how distorted it may seem. Really though, they want you to argue with them. Anger is a prime choice of energy and will feed the “Paranoid” very well.
More times than not a “Paranoid” can not trust others easily. They are seductive, able to talk their way in and out of places. They seem to be incapable of long term relationships, expecting others to betray them. Initiating a preemptive strike, most “Paranoids” will assist in setting up others for the betrayal.
The second type is an “Ethereal” Vampire. Existential terror is what drives this Vampire. In their past lives they may have been tortured to death for their beliefs in the metaphysical or they feel tortured in their present life for those same beliefs. Their only escape is to detach the mind from the body, having an out of body feeling.
Having to deal with pain in the physical world they prefer to spend their time in the spiritual realm. Because they feel they do not belong in this world they are often aggressive. They are weak due to the lack of being able to feed.
The next type is the “Insecure” type. The problem with these guys is nurturing, or the lack there of. In their past lives they did not have enough food or love to sustain them. They have been abandoned in their present life, triggering their need to feed.
Often times they feel that others are feeding on them so they must feed to compensate and survive. They do this by drawing you into long boring conversations, speaking just above a whisper so you have to strain to hear them. They are often compulsive, overweight, and addicted to all sorts of things.
“Insecure” Vampires portray themselves as helpless, not worthy of an attention, and they can never satisfy their need to feed. All they do is take, take, take.
The “Passive Aggressive” Vampire has experienced being controlled or trapped in past lives. They are not allowed to express themselves freely. They may have been slaves, prisoners, or tortured because of their religious beliefs. They want freedom but fear it.
Often times these vampires create an internal world of unclear fantasies and ideas. Fear is the center of their world. They will project loneliness, depression, and resentment onto anyone they meet. While they may ask for your advice they do not accept it. You are wrong and there is no correct answer.
Lastly is the “Robot” type. These vampires look for authenticity while denying their true self. During their past and present life they have to keep up a certain appearance that is not their own, striving to be perfect in the eyes of others. Most likely they are in charge of important things. They have no life of their own so they have to feed off others in order to survive.
Pretty interesting stuff huh? There is a lot of material on the subject but then again, I could just be yanking your chain as to wither or not I am an “Energy” Vampire.
Max M. Power
As Fate would have it, at the end of this documentary they started talking about vampires in modern times. Then one of the experts claimed to be an “Energy” or “Psychic” Vampire. The way she talked and the things she said made me start to think back to my junior year in high school when a friend of mine who was heavy into Goth, I myself being an in the closet Goth, told me that I am one of these “Energy” Vampires. I was told that I was a dangerous kind because I did not know when I was feeding off of others. Remembering this caused me to start doing some research.
The definition of an “Energy” or “Psychic” Vampire is someone who has the ability to feed off the “LIFE FORCE” often called the energy or vitality of another human being. This means that just by being near you I am able to “feed” off of your energy causing you to feel drained. Some people, by their very presence, seem to drain the energy of those around them. Often times the victim becomes aggressive and lashes out at the “Vampire,” not really knowing why.
Most “Energy” Vampires are normal everyday people, however, they are classified as unhappy and do their damage by telepathically draining their victim’s energy source. A mere separation from the vampire will bring about a positive change in the victim. Those that are aware of what they are doing seek out large crowds, a buffet of energy if you will.
Then you have those, like me apparently, who do not know what they can do or how to control it. They do not like these large crowds and are always looking for a way out. They feel very uncomfortable but have never been able to explain why.
As I researched this even further I found that these Vampires have lived past lives and there are five different types of “Energy” Vampires. That’s right, FIVE, and I find myself fitting into more than one category, which in itself is interesting.
The first type is the “Paranoid” type. Betrayal is the main issue with this vampire. Their past lives have been surrounded by warrior like behavior, self sacrifice, and abandonment. They feel there are enemies out to get them everywhere and they are still fighting a battle that ended long ago.
Aggression seems to be the most common response to the world around them. Since they are warriors “Paranoids” often pick fights with their victims. They fight to win because to lose is to admit they are a bad person. “Paranoids” seem to want you to agree with their view of the world, no matter how distorted it may seem. Really though, they want you to argue with them. Anger is a prime choice of energy and will feed the “Paranoid” very well.
More times than not a “Paranoid” can not trust others easily. They are seductive, able to talk their way in and out of places. They seem to be incapable of long term relationships, expecting others to betray them. Initiating a preemptive strike, most “Paranoids” will assist in setting up others for the betrayal.
The second type is an “Ethereal” Vampire. Existential terror is what drives this Vampire. In their past lives they may have been tortured to death for their beliefs in the metaphysical or they feel tortured in their present life for those same beliefs. Their only escape is to detach the mind from the body, having an out of body feeling.
Having to deal with pain in the physical world they prefer to spend their time in the spiritual realm. Because they feel they do not belong in this world they are often aggressive. They are weak due to the lack of being able to feed.
The next type is the “Insecure” type. The problem with these guys is nurturing, or the lack there of. In their past lives they did not have enough food or love to sustain them. They have been abandoned in their present life, triggering their need to feed.
Often times they feel that others are feeding on them so they must feed to compensate and survive. They do this by drawing you into long boring conversations, speaking just above a whisper so you have to strain to hear them. They are often compulsive, overweight, and addicted to all sorts of things.
“Insecure” Vampires portray themselves as helpless, not worthy of an attention, and they can never satisfy their need to feed. All they do is take, take, take.
The “Passive Aggressive” Vampire has experienced being controlled or trapped in past lives. They are not allowed to express themselves freely. They may have been slaves, prisoners, or tortured because of their religious beliefs. They want freedom but fear it.
Often times these vampires create an internal world of unclear fantasies and ideas. Fear is the center of their world. They will project loneliness, depression, and resentment onto anyone they meet. While they may ask for your advice they do not accept it. You are wrong and there is no correct answer.
Lastly is the “Robot” type. These vampires look for authenticity while denying their true self. During their past and present life they have to keep up a certain appearance that is not their own, striving to be perfect in the eyes of others. Most likely they are in charge of important things. They have no life of their own so they have to feed off others in order to survive.
Pretty interesting stuff huh? There is a lot of material on the subject but then again, I could just be yanking your chain as to wither or not I am an “Energy” Vampire.
Max M. Power
My Paranormal Experience
They are out there, demons and ghost. I have had experience first hand with them, my first experience when I was in summer school between 4th and 5th grade. A little background on me, just so you know where I’m coming from. I grew up as a Jehovah’s Witness (JW) and demons were believed in but ghost were not. Fair enough, I will not know for certain until I die so I am not in any hurry to find out the truth.
I have always known to stay away from Ouija board, others seemed to think it was a joke. In summer school we were allowed free time. A student wanted to play the Ouija board and was able to draw one on the chalkboard, using an eraser as the thingy that moved across the board. Asking questions all the students were at the chalkboard except for me. Since I was at the back of the room I did not hear the question that angered the demon in the room. Desk began flying toward the walls and the front door slammed shut. A male teacher two classes over heard us yelling and tried to pull the door open but it would not budge. There was no whirl wind like in the movies but we could feel something cold in the room. Without warning the demon left and the desk that were against the walls fell to the floor and the front door flew open.
Fast forward to my 13th year on this Earth. JWs were taught that idols were ways for demons to come into a person’s home. My grandmother, my father’s mother, is a VERY devout Catholic. Pictures, statues, candles, and pendants of Jesus, The Virgin Mary, and other Saints were all over the place. She even had a nightlight of Mary. Anyway, going inside that house had always given me chills so when I found out that I had to spend the night there I freaked out. I just knew something bad was going to happen and it did.
That night while I slept some THING was rattling the window of the room I was in. I freaked out and my uncle came into the room and asked what was going on. I told him something was outside the window. He went outside and there was nothing. So I tried going back to sleep and the rattling began, stopping the moment my uncle walked back into the room. Not wanting to upset this man, because at 13 I would still get my hide tanned, I opened the blinds so I could see outside. The window began to rattle again and I could see that there was NOTHING there to shake it but it was still shaking. I had a similar experience when I was 18 and home alone, not taking the family vacation because I was now working full time.
The weird and unexplainable have always been around me, I mean I think I was the biggest unexplainable thing out there, a nerd with my ugly mug was dating a smart intelligent woman, talk about X-Files stuff. Anyway, soon I discover Art Bell and my world was blown wide open. Working at night Art became my best friend. Things that made me go, “Hmmm,” was now making perfect sense to me and I was learning how to deal with it.
Now I skip forward to the Spring of 2006. I was working as a Patrol Officer for XYZ Security and one of our sights was a cemetery. It was our job to lock the four gates and then drive by two more times at random. Well we were not allowed to lock up before the sun went down so at times I found myself sitting 15 to 20 minutes waiting for the sun to go down. While I waited I took a look around the place, talking to the spirits as I passed, letting them know I was a friend. There was a section that was for service men and their spouses. The area at the gate was dedicated to WWII vets.
One night after locking the gate I turn to get back in the Patrol Unit. As I turned around I seen two figures, young and in love floating across the drive way, hand in hand. As they passed over the sight of their headstone they stopped and noticed that I was watching them, watching because I did not want to disturb them. The man looked me square in the eyes and his young face turned old and scary in an instant, almost causing me to need a change of uniform. That was the start of strange things to come.
There was only one other Officer who felt at peace in a cemetery so him and I were the only ones to willing lock the place up. One night it was time to lock up and there was one gate that the lock was missing so we had to tie it close with rope. As I tied the gate close the long rope broke as the heavy metal gates flew open wide. I tried again, having to use shorter rope now and the same thing occurred. Getting angry due to not having any more rope if it broke again, I turned around and shouted, “I HAVE A JOB TO DO SO THESE GATES ARE CLOSING WHITHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT.” At that moment a lady drove up and explained that she was leaving town for the next three months and she wanted to say goodbye to her father. I allowed her in and as she drove out the gate they began to close themselves. I was allowed to tie the gates closed.
Now here is where it gets weird. I had always heard of stories from other Officers who refused to return to the cemetery because of ghost. One night the other Officer who liked the cemetery and I were asked to escort two paranormal investigators around the cemetery and show them the areas that we were experiencing all the paranormal trouble.
One night I had my Patrol Unit die at every gate I attempted to lock. With all the overhead lights and headlights on if the Unit dies the lights still run off the battery, just not for long. So when ALL the lights went out we knew it was not normal because the vehicle checked out fine for the rest of the night.
Well we set the investigators to work then my partner and I went to go lock all the gates. I decided to take pictures of the area where I seen the WWII vet and his wife. I took a picture of my partner standing outside his Patrol Unit and seen all sorts of orbs surrounding him and the car. Right after snapping the picture his car radio, which was turned off and had been on an AM station was now blaring full blast on a rock FM station. A cold chill went through us both and we jumped in our Units and hauled it out of there. Not much frightened us but this did. EVPs were being taken as well and the ones that were recorded around us were in not such polite tones were saying that we were going to die if we kept coming around and that we were no longer welcomed there. So I never returned.
Now I have my ghost that to date has not been a problem except for the pranks IT pulls. I have to say IT because I don’t know if IT is a he or she. I think IT is a she cause once my daughter said it was a her. Anyway, short of playing with my drink, taking my pocket knife and causing the vibration in my hip it is fine. There you have it, you asked for my story and here it is. Now despite what you believe or do not believe please do not attack what has happened to me. I know it to be fact and there is nothing more to add to that. I am just telling my story.
Max M. Power
I have always known to stay away from Ouija board, others seemed to think it was a joke. In summer school we were allowed free time. A student wanted to play the Ouija board and was able to draw one on the chalkboard, using an eraser as the thingy that moved across the board. Asking questions all the students were at the chalkboard except for me. Since I was at the back of the room I did not hear the question that angered the demon in the room. Desk began flying toward the walls and the front door slammed shut. A male teacher two classes over heard us yelling and tried to pull the door open but it would not budge. There was no whirl wind like in the movies but we could feel something cold in the room. Without warning the demon left and the desk that were against the walls fell to the floor and the front door flew open.
Fast forward to my 13th year on this Earth. JWs were taught that idols were ways for demons to come into a person’s home. My grandmother, my father’s mother, is a VERY devout Catholic. Pictures, statues, candles, and pendants of Jesus, The Virgin Mary, and other Saints were all over the place. She even had a nightlight of Mary. Anyway, going inside that house had always given me chills so when I found out that I had to spend the night there I freaked out. I just knew something bad was going to happen and it did.
That night while I slept some THING was rattling the window of the room I was in. I freaked out and my uncle came into the room and asked what was going on. I told him something was outside the window. He went outside and there was nothing. So I tried going back to sleep and the rattling began, stopping the moment my uncle walked back into the room. Not wanting to upset this man, because at 13 I would still get my hide tanned, I opened the blinds so I could see outside. The window began to rattle again and I could see that there was NOTHING there to shake it but it was still shaking. I had a similar experience when I was 18 and home alone, not taking the family vacation because I was now working full time.
The weird and unexplainable have always been around me, I mean I think I was the biggest unexplainable thing out there, a nerd with my ugly mug was dating a smart intelligent woman, talk about X-Files stuff. Anyway, soon I discover Art Bell and my world was blown wide open. Working at night Art became my best friend. Things that made me go, “Hmmm,” was now making perfect sense to me and I was learning how to deal with it.
Now I skip forward to the Spring of 2006. I was working as a Patrol Officer for XYZ Security and one of our sights was a cemetery. It was our job to lock the four gates and then drive by two more times at random. Well we were not allowed to lock up before the sun went down so at times I found myself sitting 15 to 20 minutes waiting for the sun to go down. While I waited I took a look around the place, talking to the spirits as I passed, letting them know I was a friend. There was a section that was for service men and their spouses. The area at the gate was dedicated to WWII vets.
One night after locking the gate I turn to get back in the Patrol Unit. As I turned around I seen two figures, young and in love floating across the drive way, hand in hand. As they passed over the sight of their headstone they stopped and noticed that I was watching them, watching because I did not want to disturb them. The man looked me square in the eyes and his young face turned old and scary in an instant, almost causing me to need a change of uniform. That was the start of strange things to come.
There was only one other Officer who felt at peace in a cemetery so him and I were the only ones to willing lock the place up. One night it was time to lock up and there was one gate that the lock was missing so we had to tie it close with rope. As I tied the gate close the long rope broke as the heavy metal gates flew open wide. I tried again, having to use shorter rope now and the same thing occurred. Getting angry due to not having any more rope if it broke again, I turned around and shouted, “I HAVE A JOB TO DO SO THESE GATES ARE CLOSING WHITHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT.” At that moment a lady drove up and explained that she was leaving town for the next three months and she wanted to say goodbye to her father. I allowed her in and as she drove out the gate they began to close themselves. I was allowed to tie the gates closed.
Now here is where it gets weird. I had always heard of stories from other Officers who refused to return to the cemetery because of ghost. One night the other Officer who liked the cemetery and I were asked to escort two paranormal investigators around the cemetery and show them the areas that we were experiencing all the paranormal trouble.
One night I had my Patrol Unit die at every gate I attempted to lock. With all the overhead lights and headlights on if the Unit dies the lights still run off the battery, just not for long. So when ALL the lights went out we knew it was not normal because the vehicle checked out fine for the rest of the night.
Well we set the investigators to work then my partner and I went to go lock all the gates. I decided to take pictures of the area where I seen the WWII vet and his wife. I took a picture of my partner standing outside his Patrol Unit and seen all sorts of orbs surrounding him and the car. Right after snapping the picture his car radio, which was turned off and had been on an AM station was now blaring full blast on a rock FM station. A cold chill went through us both and we jumped in our Units and hauled it out of there. Not much frightened us but this did. EVPs were being taken as well and the ones that were recorded around us were in not such polite tones were saying that we were going to die if we kept coming around and that we were no longer welcomed there. So I never returned.
Now I have my ghost that to date has not been a problem except for the pranks IT pulls. I have to say IT because I don’t know if IT is a he or she. I think IT is a she cause once my daughter said it was a her. Anyway, short of playing with my drink, taking my pocket knife and causing the vibration in my hip it is fine. There you have it, you asked for my story and here it is. Now despite what you believe or do not believe please do not attack what has happened to me. I know it to be fact and there is nothing more to add to that. I am just telling my story.
Max M. Power
My First Kiss
Growing up I was not very educated in things going on in the world. If it was not on my morning cartoons chances are I did not know about it.
While kids were learning adult content in elementary school I just nodded my head and played along, pretending I knew what they knew about sex. I did not want to be laughed at for not knowing what the other kids were talking about.
Plain and simple, I was naive.
Most of my peers already had their first kiss before getting out of the fifth grade. Jr. High provided more proof of this fact when everywhere you looked the “cool” kids were making out.
Cheerleaders were girlfriends to the football players. Clicks were everywhere and faces were stuck together. As for me, I had to watch from afar. While I longed for the contact the other kids had I was reminded of two reasons why I could not.
First off, I was a nerd. Other nerds DID have girlfriends but I seemed to be different. I was always considered “a good friend” and nothing more.
Second, it was forbidden for me to have a girlfriend at my age. Unlike most teenagers, I was not the rebel without a cause. Even if I did have a cause it would not have mattered, I was a Jehovah’s Witness. Like I said, it was forbidden in our religion.
For this later reason I was often teased. I was different. I was an easy target. Needless to say, Jr. High was a very lonely time for me.
When I became a freshman in High School things changed. I was at a new school, new students, and unlike the kids I had been in classes with since the second grade, these new students knew nothing about me.
Still I had to pretend I knew what was going on. Clicks were everywhere and I did not fit into any of them. I did what I have always done, being the nerd I was, I worked in the library.
I had been working in the library during my lunch since the sixth grade. I was at home.
I filed books. I cleaned up. I read the comics in the newspaper. I finished my homework. I tutored other students. One of these students would educate me more than I would educate her. Her name was Vanessa Ortiez.
Vanessa was a goddess. Beautiful flowing long black hair. Cute perfectly placed dimples. Long lushes legs. Firm round behind. Great hips. Forty-six DD breast. Soft smooth tan skin. One hundred forty pounds and a smile that would make your heart melt. Like I said, a goddess.
Vanessa was failing English and History, two of my best subjects. When she walked up to me on that bright Friday afternoon I was stunned. She was asking for my help.
Unlike other girls, Vanessa asked for my help directly, not flirting with me to say yes. How could I refuse?
Everyday Vanessa would come into the library and I would tutor her in the back rooms. We could eat in these rooms so sometimes she would bring lunch for us to share. I would imagine I was on a picnic instead of in a small room filled with books.
I wanted to be with Vanessa, and not just as her tutor. I was no longer naive, just inexperienced. However, I did know enough to know Vanessa was WAY out of my league. She was a goddess and I was an insect.
Vanessa was always serious when we studied so I had to be too. In all honesty I could not concentrate when I was around her. My brain turned to mush.
On occasion my mush brain would show and Vanessa ALWAYS found this funny. “It’s very cute,” she would say.
This went on all semester. Vanessa’s failing grades were rising. She went from F’s to A’s. When Vanessa received her final report card of the semester she was surprised to see straight A’s.
Never in her life had Vanessa received straight A’s. The fruit of her labor was clear and she was excited. This excitement prompted a reward for me, although Vanessa did not know it.
The next time Vanessa saw me I was busy putting books back in their place on the shelves. I never saw her coming. Vanessa’s arms wrapped around me as she hugged me tight.
Vanessa’s firm breasts were pressing against me tightly. MY REWARD! When Vanessa let go I turned around. Vanessa hugged me again. The sweet smell of her perfume and shampoo filled my nose, drifting me away to paradise. Vanessa always smelled good.
“Thank you,” Vanessa said, kissing my cheek then letting go. She held out her report card and I seen why she was excited.
The next day I heard it through the grapevine that Vanessa was moving away with her father. I was crushed. I was in love.
I had to tell Vanessa how I felt. I wrote her a note to meet me in the Northwest stairwell at lunch. This stairwell was rarely used and I knew I would have privacy.
Vanessa met me, sensing the urgency in my tone. Before she could say a word I sprang up from where I was sitting and blurted out, “I love you.”
“What,” came the shock response. It was hard to tell if her face showed surprise or disgust. I had to continue.
“I’m in love with you. I’m seriously in love with you.”
Silence filled the air. The stairwell was dark, however, I could see my words were sinking in. I walked around the stairs to hide in the total darkness of the corner. I professed my love and my answer was silence.
Vanessa followed me to the corner. I was not going to escape so easily. “Your timing sucks,” Vanessa answered before grabbing my shirt and pulling me to her.
Vanessa’s soft sweet lips pressed against mine. My first kiss.
With each passing moment we continued to kiss. Slowly her deep red lipstick was coming off. My mind was racing a mile a minute.
Do I close my eyes or keep them open? Whoa, her tongue just went into my mouth! What do I do? Do I push it out with my own tongue? Do I stick my tongue in her mouth now? Where do my hands go? Am I doing this right or am I screwing up?
Vanessa was reading my mind. She broke away and smiled at me. I knew what that smile meant, she thought my inexperience was cute.
“Just relax and do what I do,” Vanessa whispered in my ear. She began to nibble my ear as she wrapped my arms around her waist, sliding my hands to her hips.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pecked my lips. “I’m in love with you too.”
We kissed again. This time I let my mind go blank. My body knew what to do as I closed my eyes and pulled Vanessa to me tight. For the next hour she was mine and I was not going to let her go.
I may have been a late bloomer but I am very glad that my first kiss was with Vanessa. Like many others, I will never forget my first love. I will never forget my first kiss.
Max M. Power
While kids were learning adult content in elementary school I just nodded my head and played along, pretending I knew what they knew about sex. I did not want to be laughed at for not knowing what the other kids were talking about.
Plain and simple, I was naive.
Most of my peers already had their first kiss before getting out of the fifth grade. Jr. High provided more proof of this fact when everywhere you looked the “cool” kids were making out.
Cheerleaders were girlfriends to the football players. Clicks were everywhere and faces were stuck together. As for me, I had to watch from afar. While I longed for the contact the other kids had I was reminded of two reasons why I could not.
First off, I was a nerd. Other nerds DID have girlfriends but I seemed to be different. I was always considered “a good friend” and nothing more.
Second, it was forbidden for me to have a girlfriend at my age. Unlike most teenagers, I was not the rebel without a cause. Even if I did have a cause it would not have mattered, I was a Jehovah’s Witness. Like I said, it was forbidden in our religion.
For this later reason I was often teased. I was different. I was an easy target. Needless to say, Jr. High was a very lonely time for me.
When I became a freshman in High School things changed. I was at a new school, new students, and unlike the kids I had been in classes with since the second grade, these new students knew nothing about me.
Still I had to pretend I knew what was going on. Clicks were everywhere and I did not fit into any of them. I did what I have always done, being the nerd I was, I worked in the library.
I had been working in the library during my lunch since the sixth grade. I was at home.
I filed books. I cleaned up. I read the comics in the newspaper. I finished my homework. I tutored other students. One of these students would educate me more than I would educate her. Her name was Vanessa Ortiez.
Vanessa was a goddess. Beautiful flowing long black hair. Cute perfectly placed dimples. Long lushes legs. Firm round behind. Great hips. Forty-six DD breast. Soft smooth tan skin. One hundred forty pounds and a smile that would make your heart melt. Like I said, a goddess.
Vanessa was failing English and History, two of my best subjects. When she walked up to me on that bright Friday afternoon I was stunned. She was asking for my help.
Unlike other girls, Vanessa asked for my help directly, not flirting with me to say yes. How could I refuse?
Everyday Vanessa would come into the library and I would tutor her in the back rooms. We could eat in these rooms so sometimes she would bring lunch for us to share. I would imagine I was on a picnic instead of in a small room filled with books.
I wanted to be with Vanessa, and not just as her tutor. I was no longer naive, just inexperienced. However, I did know enough to know Vanessa was WAY out of my league. She was a goddess and I was an insect.
Vanessa was always serious when we studied so I had to be too. In all honesty I could not concentrate when I was around her. My brain turned to mush.
On occasion my mush brain would show and Vanessa ALWAYS found this funny. “It’s very cute,” she would say.
This went on all semester. Vanessa’s failing grades were rising. She went from F’s to A’s. When Vanessa received her final report card of the semester she was surprised to see straight A’s.
Never in her life had Vanessa received straight A’s. The fruit of her labor was clear and she was excited. This excitement prompted a reward for me, although Vanessa did not know it.
The next time Vanessa saw me I was busy putting books back in their place on the shelves. I never saw her coming. Vanessa’s arms wrapped around me as she hugged me tight.
Vanessa’s firm breasts were pressing against me tightly. MY REWARD! When Vanessa let go I turned around. Vanessa hugged me again. The sweet smell of her perfume and shampoo filled my nose, drifting me away to paradise. Vanessa always smelled good.
“Thank you,” Vanessa said, kissing my cheek then letting go. She held out her report card and I seen why she was excited.
The next day I heard it through the grapevine that Vanessa was moving away with her father. I was crushed. I was in love.
I had to tell Vanessa how I felt. I wrote her a note to meet me in the Northwest stairwell at lunch. This stairwell was rarely used and I knew I would have privacy.
Vanessa met me, sensing the urgency in my tone. Before she could say a word I sprang up from where I was sitting and blurted out, “I love you.”
“What,” came the shock response. It was hard to tell if her face showed surprise or disgust. I had to continue.
“I’m in love with you. I’m seriously in love with you.”
Silence filled the air. The stairwell was dark, however, I could see my words were sinking in. I walked around the stairs to hide in the total darkness of the corner. I professed my love and my answer was silence.
Vanessa followed me to the corner. I was not going to escape so easily. “Your timing sucks,” Vanessa answered before grabbing my shirt and pulling me to her.
Vanessa’s soft sweet lips pressed against mine. My first kiss.
With each passing moment we continued to kiss. Slowly her deep red lipstick was coming off. My mind was racing a mile a minute.
Do I close my eyes or keep them open? Whoa, her tongue just went into my mouth! What do I do? Do I push it out with my own tongue? Do I stick my tongue in her mouth now? Where do my hands go? Am I doing this right or am I screwing up?
Vanessa was reading my mind. She broke away and smiled at me. I knew what that smile meant, she thought my inexperience was cute.
“Just relax and do what I do,” Vanessa whispered in my ear. She began to nibble my ear as she wrapped my arms around her waist, sliding my hands to her hips.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pecked my lips. “I’m in love with you too.”
We kissed again. This time I let my mind go blank. My body knew what to do as I closed my eyes and pulled Vanessa to me tight. For the next hour she was mine and I was not going to let her go.
I may have been a late bloomer but I am very glad that my first kiss was with Vanessa. Like many others, I will never forget my first love. I will never forget my first kiss.
Max M. Power
The Decade Time Forgot
I remember back when I was a kid. Back when teachers could paddle you for being bad. The biggest decision we had to make was white or chocolate milk. The girls had cooties and the boys teased the girls that they secretly liked.
Music was fun and we sung the same songs over and over again. That was one busy bus all over town.
Muppets were our best friends. We had a big yellow bird teaching us songs while a mean green man lived in the trash. A vampire taught us to count and a blue fuzzy monster taught us how to REALLY eat cookies.
Back when Mondays were Manic and people walked funny like Egyptians. When a Hammer had his own time and wearing a parachute as pants was cool. Where it was a thrill to be seen in a dark red leather jacket and one white glove.
Children were our future. When every major singer was The World. Hunger and homelessness were fought one hand at a time across America.
A little fat Italian man and his skinny brother kept us entertained for hours as they tried to rescue a princess against an evil dragon.
When cats had thunder and cars were actually robots in disguise. When knowing was ALWAYS half the battle. Where a pony was little and yours. Where bears lived in the clouds and traveled on rainbows. When rainbows were controlled by a blonde in pigtails.
A time when videos killed radio stars. When MTV actually played music videos and everyone wanted to jump.
There was only ONE HBO and having it made you cool. Teenagers learned things you can’t do on television. Slime was gross but you couldn’t wait to get it dumped on you. Where Dares were Doubled and always ended in a physical challenge.
A time where turtles fought like ninjas and everyone was afraid of a man dressed like a bat. Where a short little alien just wanted to go home.
Back when the Jedi made their return and superheroes were everywhere. A golden Hulk took on a Giant and won. A boxer showed us how to overcome all odds and be a winner if we had the eye of a tiger.
Where the Rain was purple and ghost were being busted. Where the fool was pitied. When we first found out time travel was possible at 88mph and it is NEVER a good idea to date your own mother in high school.
A man in a hockey mask scared us during the day while a burnt looking man haunted our nightmares.
Where the beef was missing and everyone asked what you were talking about. A dictionary was also a cute orphan boy. A Punky girl and her dog stole our hearts. When a Rider was Knighted. A talking car and a Wolf helicopter were the good guys. A Tab was more than a bill, it was the drink of choice.
Back when it was actually safe to walk around at night and no one worried about locking their doors. Neighbors were friendly and shared cooking supplies.
An actor was President and helped to bring down some wall in Berlin. A war that was cold ended and our arch enemy backed down and collapsed from failure.
The music was fresh, fun, and hip; not retro as it is today. Whipping It was a must. Love was a battlefield. Leg warmers and big baggy shirts could be seen everywhere. When hair was teased and a headband kept it all in place. Where dance was flashed or broken, and sometimes Dirty.
Pink was a pretty color and Blane was not a real name. A Foot became Loose. An Excellent Adventure was taken and a teenager made peace with his inner wolf. Breakfast was more than just a meal, it was a club. A Russian boxer became Master of the Universe and Punished the bad guys.
Arcades were everywhere as sounds of a yellow circle ate little dots and ghost. A ball was rolled around as a starship destroyed a bug. The stars found their last fighter.
Those were fun and simple times. VERY DORKY but simple. It has been said the 80’s is a decade time forgot or is trying to forget. Not me. I miss those simple fun times.
The best thing was anything weird was cool. I will never forget the 80’s and if you experienced it, you will not forget them either.
Max M. Power
Music was fun and we sung the same songs over and over again. That was one busy bus all over town.
Muppets were our best friends. We had a big yellow bird teaching us songs while a mean green man lived in the trash. A vampire taught us to count and a blue fuzzy monster taught us how to REALLY eat cookies.
Back when Mondays were Manic and people walked funny like Egyptians. When a Hammer had his own time and wearing a parachute as pants was cool. Where it was a thrill to be seen in a dark red leather jacket and one white glove.
Children were our future. When every major singer was The World. Hunger and homelessness were fought one hand at a time across America.
A little fat Italian man and his skinny brother kept us entertained for hours as they tried to rescue a princess against an evil dragon.
When cats had thunder and cars were actually robots in disguise. When knowing was ALWAYS half the battle. Where a pony was little and yours. Where bears lived in the clouds and traveled on rainbows. When rainbows were controlled by a blonde in pigtails.
A time when videos killed radio stars. When MTV actually played music videos and everyone wanted to jump.
There was only ONE HBO and having it made you cool. Teenagers learned things you can’t do on television. Slime was gross but you couldn’t wait to get it dumped on you. Where Dares were Doubled and always ended in a physical challenge.
A time where turtles fought like ninjas and everyone was afraid of a man dressed like a bat. Where a short little alien just wanted to go home.
Back when the Jedi made their return and superheroes were everywhere. A golden Hulk took on a Giant and won. A boxer showed us how to overcome all odds and be a winner if we had the eye of a tiger.
Where the Rain was purple and ghost were being busted. Where the fool was pitied. When we first found out time travel was possible at 88mph and it is NEVER a good idea to date your own mother in high school.
A man in a hockey mask scared us during the day while a burnt looking man haunted our nightmares.
Where the beef was missing and everyone asked what you were talking about. A dictionary was also a cute orphan boy. A Punky girl and her dog stole our hearts. When a Rider was Knighted. A talking car and a Wolf helicopter were the good guys. A Tab was more than a bill, it was the drink of choice.
Back when it was actually safe to walk around at night and no one worried about locking their doors. Neighbors were friendly and shared cooking supplies.
An actor was President and helped to bring down some wall in Berlin. A war that was cold ended and our arch enemy backed down and collapsed from failure.
The music was fresh, fun, and hip; not retro as it is today. Whipping It was a must. Love was a battlefield. Leg warmers and big baggy shirts could be seen everywhere. When hair was teased and a headband kept it all in place. Where dance was flashed or broken, and sometimes Dirty.
Pink was a pretty color and Blane was not a real name. A Foot became Loose. An Excellent Adventure was taken and a teenager made peace with his inner wolf. Breakfast was more than just a meal, it was a club. A Russian boxer became Master of the Universe and Punished the bad guys.
Arcades were everywhere as sounds of a yellow circle ate little dots and ghost. A ball was rolled around as a starship destroyed a bug. The stars found their last fighter.
Those were fun and simple times. VERY DORKY but simple. It has been said the 80’s is a decade time forgot or is trying to forget. Not me. I miss those simple fun times.
The best thing was anything weird was cool. I will never forget the 80’s and if you experienced it, you will not forget them either.
Max M. Power
I Am
I am… Those two little words can be very powerful. They can be a statement or a declaration. The most important thing about I am are the words that follow.
To me, however, I am is a very tough personal question. It is a hard question to answer. No one else can answer it but me, but I shall try.
I am a human being. I am a citizen of the United States. I am of the male species. I am number four of six children. I am an Aries. I am going to die someday. All these I ams are facts but the question goes deeper than facts, does it not?
I am a jack of most traits, but a master of few. I am a Grand Master Bullshitter which is why I am a writer. I am an aviator at heart with my head in the clouds. I am a movie buff. I am a music lover. I am a very BAD dancer.
I am a happy person. I am depressed. I am brave and I am scared shitless. I am simple yet I am complicated. I am, simply complex.
I am calm and I am passionate. I am very protective of those I love. I am full of love but I am also full of rage. I am firm but fair. I am a fighter. I am a SURVIVOR!
I am a mediocre husband. I am an okay father. I am a “Fat Bastard.”
I am lousy with money. I am a hard worker. I am a fast driver. I am impatient on the road. I am a man which means I am a dog and a pig.
I am over weight. I am fat. I am able to laugh at both.
I am dark on the inside. I am Gothic. I am comfortable in the shadows. I am also light. I am hurt, I am broken, but I am not afraid of DEATH.
I am a nerd. I am a dork. I am a bookworm in every sense of the word. I am weird. I am different.
There are many more ams that I am, none, however, that immediately come to mind. Like my demons, some ams I am going to keep to myself.
There is the biblical “Great I Am” which is God. There is the famous, “I think, therefore I am.” Then there is my personal favorite, “I am what I am.” Popeye is so wise. With the many I ams in the world, as far as I am concerned, I simply AM.
To me, however, I am is a very tough personal question. It is a hard question to answer. No one else can answer it but me, but I shall try.
I am a human being. I am a citizen of the United States. I am of the male species. I am number four of six children. I am an Aries. I am going to die someday. All these I ams are facts but the question goes deeper than facts, does it not?
I am a jack of most traits, but a master of few. I am a Grand Master Bullshitter which is why I am a writer. I am an aviator at heart with my head in the clouds. I am a movie buff. I am a music lover. I am a very BAD dancer.
I am a happy person. I am depressed. I am brave and I am scared shitless. I am simple yet I am complicated. I am, simply complex.
I am calm and I am passionate. I am very protective of those I love. I am full of love but I am also full of rage. I am firm but fair. I am a fighter. I am a SURVIVOR!
I am a mediocre husband. I am an okay father. I am a “Fat Bastard.”
I am lousy with money. I am a hard worker. I am a fast driver. I am impatient on the road. I am a man which means I am a dog and a pig.
I am over weight. I am fat. I am able to laugh at both.
I am dark on the inside. I am Gothic. I am comfortable in the shadows. I am also light. I am hurt, I am broken, but I am not afraid of DEATH.
I am a nerd. I am a dork. I am a bookworm in every sense of the word. I am weird. I am different.
There are many more ams that I am, none, however, that immediately come to mind. Like my demons, some ams I am going to keep to myself.
There is the biblical “Great I Am” which is God. There is the famous, “I think, therefore I am.” Then there is my personal favorite, “I am what I am.” Popeye is so wise. With the many I ams in the world, as far as I am concerned, I simply AM.
Max M. Power
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