Funeral For A Friend...
There comes a time in every man’s life when he has an epiphany of self reflection. This moment usually comes without warning and is never kind. Like most of my peers, I’ve always carried myself with an air of invincibility. It’s hard not to laugh at your elders when you’re still frolicking around in a young man’s skin. There’s no remorse in goading the freshman when your plume is in full dress.But be careful…Youth is but another layer of skin, shed from the snake.Your time will come. It always does…And when it comes, it will be you who cries the tears of a clown.My time came this week in the form of a Black Leather

Where Were My Wild Things?
"It's easier to cry in the dark. No one sees you in the dark. Crying always reminds me that I still have feelings. They are just hiding in places that you can't see. They only come out in the dark."Me - November 1, 2009After her Soccer game, I took my daughter to see Spike Jonze's re-imagining of Where The Wild Things Are. We asked my Mother to join us. I'm not very familiar with the book. I'm sure I've read it but for some reason, it never stuck with me.My parents separated when I was 7. They got divorced when I was 9. I was in the third

I Am Not Bon Jovi...
5:45AM The Dream Machine chirps like a retarded bird. It annoys the living shit out of me. I want to beat the snot from its 25-year-old circuitry. I want to Jean-Claude Van Damme its Faux wood paneling and make it cry mercy but I refrain. Thanks for simply doing your job old friend. I appreciate you. 5:54AM AAAAHHHH! Holy Mother of Mary! I must have fallen back asleep. Damn you, dark mornings. You trap me in your cold abyss and leave me for dead. I curse you. Time to

Ode To Plasma...
You were lonely but not alone.Burning bright in a sea of glowing color.You were bigger than the others.A gentle giant.Don't look at me like that with your C-Span eyes.You had me at Hola.We have no room for you. Too much clutter. We already have two babies.Stop it! You know how I love Infomercials. That was a dirty trick.One Hundred weeks and free shipping? Who says you can't buy happiness?I want you. I need you. I feel dirty.We like the same things; Football, Hockey, Planet of the Apes.How will I tell my wife? She'll be jealous. I don't want to hurt her.

They Want To Know...
One of the most daunting things about being the Father of two Daughters, is trying to decide how to teach them about a multitude of life's lessons. Not everything is a cut and dry explanation and I certainly don't have all the answers. In fact, there are certain questions that come up, that have me absolutely perplexed. When this happens, I feel helpless. I want my kids to feel empowered with knowledge. I want to be the one who provides them with that knowledge. Unfortunately, it doesn't always work that way.This is why it is important to have a multi-level, Fail Safe "System" in place for when certain unanswerable inquiries find their way to your jurisdiction. There are three p