Dead Friends

i see them in dreams or in flashes of memory

departed people 

no biological only historical

I miss the heat they gave the universe, it cant be brought back 

but i still feel it sometimes

i hope they do too

Shadows

Have you seen the shadow man

in the corner of your vision

the swiftly moving darkness 

that isn't always hidden

he knows you think him scary

he's just a quiet guy

watching never talking

so terribly shy

silent comfort he offers

with your eyes he cries

to simply be near

in your loneliest of times

How I met The Necro Butcher

A little background, I grew up in North Texas and had been exposed to wrasslin (its Texas, we call it wrasslin) at a young age but things had really picked up in middle school when I made friends with Chris and Tony. After class on Mondays we would all race over to Chris's house because he had cable and two VCRs so we could watch both RAW and Nitro without having to flip channels. He also had a big couch and a mom that wasn't home all the time.

This meant that we could move the coffee table out of the way, put the cushions on the ground and have our own wrasslin matches before the show started. It wasn't long before we broke one of the couches (Sorry Ms. G) and were told NO MORE WRASSLING IN THE HOUSE!

Things progressed to where we had 2 king size mattresses out in the backyard on a tarp and would wrassle 3 to 5 times a week after school. This continued all through highschool when the local community college was holding a Pro Wrasslin event as a fundraiser. 

We were stoked! I reached out to the promoter/political science professor and he said if we helped promote the show we could get in free and help set up ect. During the talk it was mentioned that we were enthusiastic yet UNTRAINED backyard wrasslers, showed him some tape of our matches and said and would be willing to participate in the show even if it was just something small. We really just wanted to get in a real ring and get up close with some REAL wrasslers but much to our suprise he booked us in our own Hardcore match at the next show about 3 weeks away

Pro Wrestling is a secret club, they don't just let anyone in and before the three of us ever set foot in the venue (it was a roller rink in Princeton Tx), we had a target on our backs because the promoter had let ALL the boys know he got some "new kids, they aren't trained but put on a good show" and being untrained is BAD but we didn't know. we were just happy to be at the show.

But we did it our first REAL match "The Epicenter" Chris Richter  Vs Tony "Big Don" Bruni, Fugetaboutit (no disrespect, pro mafia here) and Me going by the name FLAME

We planned a few spots out but mostly were going to improvise and just hit each other with assorted objects. A ladder, wet floor signs and plastic lunch trays we had stolen from high highschool. I must state again we had NO TRAINING. We did not know how to run the ropes or take a bump, we had only ever done what we thought were the correct moves to each other on mattresses. Heck, we didn't even have GEAR I was wearing black denim shorts and a cut up orange T-shirt

 This is the equivalent of someone who is good at RockBand getting to open at Ozzfest or something

Unbeknownst to us , word had gotten to the back that the 3 greenhorns were doing a HARDCORE MATCH 

The match started as planned. We all make our entrances, hauling out trash cans full of plunder getting ready to wallop each other for the entertainment of the 50 (maybe?) folks in folding chairs sitting in this hot roller rink. These fans were told it was going to be EXTREME and we hoped to give them their money's worth. Little did we know just how extreme it was going to be.

If you recall in the movie The Wrestler, there is a gentleman featured in the film who has a ragged beard and staples dollar bills to himself. This man is The Necro Butcher. He has a reputation for being one of the most violent men to ever step inside the squared circle, a quick google will show you his bloody accomplishments. The Necro Butcher was watching us. Three untrained goobers disrespecting his concussionistic artform. This would not stand and The Necro Butcher decided to do something about it.

In the ring things were going as well as could be expected. We got a little crowd reaction when Epicenter clocked me in the head with a blue lunch tray and hit me with a suplex, but as i'm on the mat i hear someone from the crowd say to his buddy "HERE COMES NECRO!" and look to the entrance curtain to NecroButcher with a folding char and his tag partner HELLHAMMER running to the ring

Chris and Tony are trying to do their moves and are not paying attention when Necro hits the ring, but not me. I knew exactly what was about to happen so i cheese'd it out of there only to meet up with Hellhammer on the outside. He had a look that said "i'm not here to help you" as he raised the trashcan over his head and began to chase me around the outside of the ring

So now Chris and Tony are in the ring with Necro and before his presence registers  Chris is BLASTED in the face with a heavy elbow shot and down he goes. The Butcher places a wet floor sign on his head and STOMPS it 3 or 4 times then grabs a folding chair and sets his eyes on Tony. 

a word about chair shots, there are no fake chairs and there are not safe head shots. You can swing a chair safely and you can take all the precautions in the world but it's still metal against head. We had acquired a few chairs in our backyard wrasslin days and Tony was no stranger to a bonk on the noggin but that's not what this was. 

Necro Butcher raised the chair with both hands over his head and drilled Tony with it. This was less sports entertainment and more aggravated assault. Tony made no attempt to block this shot and because of Necro Butcher's force and follow through the backrest portion of the chair lacerated his scalp and torrent of blood issued forth.

All this happened seconds after I met up with Hellhammer and began running, by this time I was on the other side of the ring and made the decision that getting away from Hellhammer and his trashcan was the best course of action. regrettably that decision put me back in the ring with The Necro Butcher. A stiff forearm shiver to the face and he spins me around grabbing both arms behind my back. As Hellhammer enters the ring, closes the distance chair in hand, Necro Butcher says to me in my ear "Take one for the team, brother" and I close my eyes and wait for death. I received a very dinky chairshot from Hellhammer 100's of times softer than the blow that struck Tony

All three of us are now dazed and beaten and terrified. Chris quickly makes a lazy cover on Tony for the pin and it's over. Now the reality of the situation has set in for Tony, he has a 5 to 6 inch long, quarter inch wide GASH in his scalp. Bloodbath is an understatement. The ref calls for a medic as he and Tony exit the ring and run to the back. Tony's white shirt now a crimson shroud

Oh may i also mention Tony's MOM is in attendance for her baby boys first wrasslin match? My dad and little brother along with Chris's mom too!

Downright confused, scared and concerned for my friend i stumble from the ring to go to the back when who should run back out to inflict more carnage? That's right THE NECRO BUTCHER! he tags me with another forearm and once again im down, but this time on the polished roller rink floor and someone in the crowd shouts "POWERBOMB 'EM" as he grabs a fist full of my neon orange hair (that's why i was called Flame) and at this point stop trying to "be a wrassler" and just start begging with this man to stop hurting me and as cool as a murderous cucumber he says only me "Chill out, this won't hurt" and gave me a kind and gentle body slam on the roller rink floor. Necro turned to the crowd once more raised his fist in the air and then grabbed my foot as he walked past and dragged me into the dressing room

I for sure thought that we were going to again get the shit kicked out of us by all the "real" wrasslers in the back and that my wrasslin career was over before it started but they were not really concerned with us after what just happened. as im sitting there in the back trying to peice my world back together some one gives me a lil tap on the shoulder, its Necro again but this time hes got a big goofy grin on his face and he says to me "I bet you wont do a hardcore match again huh?" and just LAUGHS

Tony was ok, he got 12 staples but decided maybe wrestling wasn't for him and became a referee

Me and Chris stuck it out, got trained and I continued to wrassle for 3 more years till I was forced out by injury. Chris has continued to wrestle on and off since then all over Texas

This wasn't my last show with The Necro Butcher but it was the ONLY time i was ever in the ring with him. 

Thanks for reading!

the man from Nickelodeon

So in 5th grade Nickelodeon came to our school. Everyone thought it was because Marcus's dad knew a guy who built the AggroCrag. 

but that was a lie

I convinced Nick that i had cancer with an elaborate series of letters and clandestine faxes sent from the church office when we went in early on Wednesdays. 

They must have only given the school days notice because when they showed up on Friday it was a TOTAL surprise. They told us we had a safety assembly but when we went to the cafeteria IT WAS DOUBLE DARE!

I was so excited but the Principal Ms Parker called to me 

"Josh the man from Nickelodeon wants to meet with you!" and i was taken back to the big office, Ms Parker opened the door gestured me in and closed the door.

I stared down at the carpet, its tiny salt and pepper shaped loops, the dent where the doorstop had been a lone divot in my gaze

"Hello Joshua," said t̷̖̃h̵̤̉e̵̹͝ ̶̪̄m̷͖̓a̵͑͜n̵͍̊ from Nickelodeon "You are looking v e r y h e a l t h y for such a sick sick boy"

my eyes went from the floor in a flash up to the sound of t̷̖̃h̵̤̉e̵̹͝ ̶̪̄m̷͖̓a̵͑͜n̵͍̊'s voice. Ȟ̷̼ẹ̶̓ spoke through gritted teeth, forced inside a mouth that at the last second was taught how to smile.

h̵̨̕i̴͚͒s̷̻͗ words buzzed in my ears.

H̸̱͗é̸̹ stood, h̵̲͊í̶͈s̵̹̑ profile a knife against the fabric of our world  

"oh yes such a s i c k b o y Joshua" 

and before I could take a breath h̶͚͐ë̶̯́ was standing in front of me. I can still recall the wave of heat blasting by me as i was locked, frozen by t̶̗̀h̵̝͝e̴̞̅ ̶̛̖m̷̹͗à̴̜n̶͖̂ ̶̡̐f̴̪͋r̴͕͌ȯ̴̘m̷͉̅ ̵͎̔Ņ̷́i̶̡̔c̶̙͐k̶͉̆ȅ̶͇ĺ̶̪õ̸̟d̶̟̅e̵̡̛o̴̝̎n̷͍͆

then nothing, not black, not cold, nothing

after a minute? an hour? I found myself still standing in Ms. Parkers office alone.

ţ̵̍h̷̪̽e̸͖̋ ̶̥͝m̶̖̍a̶͜͝n̵̼̊ ̷̙̏f̴͕͠r̶̤̎ò̸̭m̴̖̈ ̸͔̈́Ń̷̠í̷̗c̵͎̆k̵̰͂e̵̦͝l̴̞̆ò̶̡d̷̫̈e̵͔͂ơ̸̧n̴̨̂ was gone

-------------

Im dreaming, but i dont think i know it yet.

All around me is blackness, infinity in every direction

the only sound is the thrum of blood in my ears

then i hear my name from the ichor

"JOSHUA" but said only above a whisper, a hint of volume from an untenable source.

"SUCH a s i c k  s i c k boy" 

I gasp, and take all the air with me.

In midst of the impossible distance a form is illuminated by a solitary light

I cant make it out but i know what it is

ţ̵̍h̷̪̽e̸͖̋ ̶̥͝m̶̖̍a̶͜͝n̵̼̊ from nickelodeon 

"How do you f e e l JOSHUA" were the words, but not from a voice, from every voice, folded in on itself and compressed into my existence

and the form advances. 

I try to move, resist, but feet have no purchase on the gloom

H̴̥͛ę̷̋ is coming, closer and closer to me. With every advance of h̷͚͌i̵̝͝ŝ̷̘ ̴̯̌ footsteps i feel the blackness close in around me.

Everything in my body tells me to run, scream, fight ANYTHING. 

"No No JOSHUA you arr s o  s o  s i c k" says ţ̵̍h̷̪̽e̸͖̋ ̶̥͝m̶̖̍a̶͜͝n̵̼̊ ̷̙̏ from Nickelodeon as h̶͚͐ë̶̯́ closes the final distance between us.

"you must g e t w e l l JOSHUA" 

and its over. just like that i wake up in my room just like every other night.

The Dentist Story

I had tooth that needed to be removed the hard way. It was cracked up and down and also crosswise under the gumline. It was a root canaled tooth so it didn’t hurt but the worst part was that during this procedure they had "oldies" on the ipod cuz thats what i asked for.. first song Abba's Dancing Queen, not terrible... well they start in with the face jabbing and skull yanking and thats when i hear it.

over the sickening sounds of metal tools gripping then loosing purchase on tooth, the *TIK TIK TIK* of cracking teeth i hear a wailing, horrid sound. a wretched noise that shakes me to my core.

its Stevie Nicks singing Landslide. Its a LIVE version... and it lasts ALL OF ETERNTIY.

i try to focus on the pressure of a grown man pulling at this encumbered root, welded to my jaw.

I think loose thoughts. Knowing as soon as this tooth was out I could have them TURN OF THAT DAMN SONG. But it gets worse.

THE DRILL! OH the drill will save me from the sound of that woman kicking a song to death.  But yet Wicked Wendy One Note The Awful Witch Queen of FleetWood Mac pours her filthy aural nightshade in my ear. 

My head RATTLES with the noise of the drill, the high pitched WHINE of its motor, the odd smell or vaporized bone and dentin wafts in my nose yet even through all that I hear the atonal wailing all around me. EVERYONE ONE IN THE ROOM IS SINGING LANDSLIDE AND THERE IS NOTHING I CAN DO.

I am in Hell

Book Review #1

Book review? Where do you even start?

I really want to say "I really like this book" but thats understood already right? If the book sucks id just say "Book sucks" and the review would be very sussicnt. Do i have to explain WHY i think i like this book? It seems so subjective, I really like a buncha dumb shit.just at random uhh Wrasslin, ceramic cats and Arbys. I friggin LOVE arbys. they have the meats as you may have heard.

Does knowing what i like make for a good book review? i dont think so. Ok ok, what other things do i read reviews for? RESTURAUNTS, lets look at ARBYS!

ok Bill M here in NJ has a rave 4 star review... here is a snippit

"Hey it's an Arby's no big deal right?
Wrong!! You Couldn't Be Any More Wrong!!

This place is as Big of a Deal as their Big Meaty Sandwiches and that's Pretty BIG! HUGE in fact.

Man, there's enough Meat piled high on these things for you & me both, if... I was in a sharing type of mood,  Which I'm Not."

Bill is really all about that arbys, its a BIG DEAL. it says right there. I also love the way he capitalized Big Meaty Sandwiches. But as a review, is it helpful? It tells us more about Bill than anything. He is NOT sharing, so keep that in mind people in Bills dating group.

How does this help me write a book review? Im not sure yet. But some Delicious Piping Hot Arby's would probably help. Yeah yeah back to the book, but im not done thinking. Is knowing the plot of a book important in a review? because if i gotta tell you the story your better off just reading the book.

Ok, lets say this. If im reviewing a book its because i read all of it and it was interesting enough for ME to enjoy...

My first selection is Amped by Daniel H. Wilson.

DONT GO TO AMAZON AND LOOK IT UP YET!

its good (i cant help but tell you this) its got robots and brain implants and cyborgs and stuff. Im talking augmentations to the human brain that have changed the lives of millions for the better, but like anything it can be used as a weapon.

This is the kind of science fiction i really enjoy. it is SO close to being real, the leap from the page to the meatworld could be one innovation away. Its that kind of thinking that kept me reading this story.

THat really does not seem to be much of a review. thinking back on the book I'd say if you like the same stuff I do then that little bit of info is MORE than enough to get you interested in reading it.

on a scale from Josh did not finish this book to Josh finished this book i give it a "Josh Finished This Book" and then 3 gold stars. A fun read that lead me into more books by Daniel Wilson.

For the Books

The feeling of a book in my hands,
The smell of its pages.

The way time slides by,
Turning minutes to ages.

From the comforts of home,
To the abyss of space.

My first true love.
My safe place.

A book is a friend
Nothing can replace.

You Broke My Heart (with a Spinning Toe Hold)

So I'm working on a lil country tune about wrasslin.

When ya took on Ronnie Garvin
I was right there by yer side
And I watched as The Butcher
Took a fork to yer precious hide

But when they made you champ
And went to Memphis on your own
I was left heartbroken
Here in Parts Unknown

Chorus
You Broke my heart
with a spinning toe hold
ya broke my heart
when ya turned around
ya broke my heart
Way down in Texas
So I burned the sportarorium to the ground.

Locked a cage with Bruiser Brody
I thought for sure that you'd be dead
And your bouts with Buddy Rodgers
Put scars upon your head

Being trapped in the Texas cloverleaf
You rather die than quit
But if you mention Terry Funk again
I'm burning all your shit

Chorus

I was your quiet geisha
When we toured all through Japan
I even took a chop or two from Inoki's big right hand.

I knew that things were ending
And That my goose was cooked
When you told me "Workers only, and you just ain't been booked"

Chorus

You always said I'm more
than just a ring rat.
then I heard you tradin tales
With Jake the snake.

I knew it all had changed when ya said
It was Miss Lacy that you banged
So I paid a guy in Dallas to have you shanked

Chorus x2

Dead Bunnies via Samoa

Poor bunnies, Chris Richters last victim
The gore, it defies description
I heard him scream into the night
"I knew I was right!
Rabbits explode when you fist them!"

Another dirty poem

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A dirty limerick

"Dirty" as in pornographic, but well within the limits of things you can say if your drunk in public at the state fair 
 
You have been warned

I thought for this girl, I had feelings.
our love making was peppered with squeeling
until I saw her face on a box
surrounded by cocks
and guzzling masked strangers semen

Monogamous Larceny

I'm no good at stealing, I don't have the nerves for it.
I can be complicit, I'm good at that.

Always choose the big corporate, VOLUME = Value places, that's a given.

Out of the side of my mouth I say "If you get one more stupid magazine.."

"Or WHAT?" she barks, just loud enough for the next 2 check out lines to hear.

I clear my throat.
Chambering the next round of this verbal skirmish
"I just don't like you reading so much"

I let the venom of my words sizzle in the air as the eyes of eavesdroppers narrow to slits.
Their daggers, all aimed at me.

But her only retort is to apply some lip gloss and dutifully place our purchases on the moving black belt.

*beep* Tuna fish
*beep* Dish soap
*beep* Whole grain bread that I hate
*beep* That FUCKING MAGAZINE

Seething and with the offending periodical in hand I turn to face my obstinate beloved.

A beloved now transfixed at the tiny glowing screen of my phone.

One of her eyes twitches, this is bad

"WHO IS ROSIE?" She screams
"AND GWEN?!"    the fury building in her as she scrolls past names on my phone
"MY SISTER?!"    I raise one eyebrow as if to say "That's a new one" but only for a second

Her voice breaks as she tries not to laugh
"YOU BASTARD"

I set my face to stunned and fumble with a response that never comes.


The sharp thud of Hand to Face reaches all the way down to Home Furnishings.

I stand in silence, clutching my cheek as the *beep * beep * beep * marches on.

She calmly grabs her purse and walks to the door. 

Stopping just short of the exit she turns 

and addresses me over the top of her sunglasses

"Get home quick, 

because all your shit

is gonna be in the street

or ON FIRE"

and then she is gone
  

  I think I hear some clapping a few registers over, but no one seems to hear the security alarm.

                                                                   And no one will ever stop a woman that pissed off    

At home she kisses my face

Tell's me "I'm Sorry"

and then shows me how much an Ipad goes for on Craigslist.

 

Mc Rib

Just the name itself can illicit a response. Go ahead, say to someone “McRib.” If they say “Huh? What?” say it again but in a loud clear voice. Their response is either “Eww” or “It’s Back?! Where! TELL ME!” and sometimes “I am from an alien world and do not know what you are talking about.” Personally I LOVE the McRib. It belongs in the Pantheon of Historic Sandwiches alongside the Monte Cristo, Pork Roll Egg and Cheese and the local favorite “The Italian Stallion” from Jimmy’s Foodstore. But the McRib is more than a mere sandwich. It is a sensory experience. Its look, simple and streamlined. The tangy smell of BBQ sauce arouses the nostrils. As you lift it to your mouth notice the heat radiating from it. Then, before long the long dormant lizard part of your brain takes over and you don’t so much eat but devour it, in the most primal sense of the word. All you are left with are the saucy remnants on your face and hands and the aching lust for more. McDonalds thrives on this lust. Just as you start to believe, nay KNOW that finally the McRib is back to stay, like the elusive Sasquatch it slips away.



Good bye my tasty friend.

200 Words about Pro Wrestling

In Texas its not called "Wrestling" we call it "Wrasslin'", and for a time Dallas was one of the 7 wonders of the Wrassling world. We had the Sportatorium and the Von Erich clan. In those days what we in the business call "kayfabe" was alive and well. Basically it means you carry the suspension of disbelief with you at all times. That meant that Faces and Heels never traveled, socialised or were even seen together. You lived your gimmick any time the public saw you. What that meant if you were a heel was that you could be an asshole to strangers and they loved you for it. That time has come and gone; sure current wrestlers will most likely respond to you in character but we all know The Undertaker isn't really a dead man and I doubt you would ever see Abullah the Butcher stabbing people with a fork at Golden Corral.

I am going to set the record strait once and for all. Yes, the outcome of the match is predetermined but the action IN the ring are as real as they can be without violating the laws of physics or crippling someone. Let me put it to you like this, you can always plan a way to loose a match and still come out on top, you never plan on getting a concussion. Hell i had 4 concussions in 3 years, I went blind once and have accidentally broken peoples noses, wrists, ribs and fingers all in a "fake" wrassling match. Oh and I loved every minute of it. In real life I have only ever been in one fight and I was 12 years old, but when I was Josh "The Inferno" Sterno or Gavin Arliss Young I was a white hot grease fire of pure entertainment. I kicked ass and talked trash. It was SO much fun knowing that for a few hours every weekend that all 135 lbs of me could be considered a force to be reckoned with. All the frustration and stress i had inside I could let out in a flurry of kicks, punches, dives and suplexes and also provide a modest amount of showmanship to my loyal fans. Hindsight IS 20/20 and had I know that now at 29 I would walk like an old man and my hips would bother me when it rains I might have changed my path, but the chances are slim.

I LOVED being part of the crazy circus that was Texas Indy Wrasslin in the 90's. I will always carry the scars and stories i acquired during my brief time in the squared circle with pride. I still hope against up that one day, even if its just one more time i can step back into the ring and still give the people a match worth watching

200 Words about Karaokey, Inspired by The Winedale Tavern

In the dim light of the bar I watch a dewy bead of condensation lazily decent my pint glass. I nervously scan the bar, quickly moving my eyes around the room. My blood is thick with anticipation. I mentally battle my fear.

Have I made the right choice?

What is going to happen if this all goes wrong?

Will they turn on me? Can I even pull this off?

I have but a moment to push these thoughts away when I hear my name. The voice cleaves through the din of the crowd, it is all I can hear. My heart flutters in my chest as I hop off my bar stool and walk toward the stage. With shaky hands I adjust the mic stand and nod to the throng.

It is too late now. This IS going to happen.

Bathed in the red glow of the neon sign I address the bar with these words "I'm Lemmy, We're Motörhead and You suck!" As the opening riff of "Ace of Spades" begins its auditory Blitzkrieg. For the next three minuets I cease to exist as I become a living conduit, plugged into the primal current of Rock and Roll. The words of the song spill out of me in a voice made of twisted metal and broken glass.

My hands twist and contort over the invisible frets as I wrench the notes out of my nonexistent guitar. With both hands I seize the microphone and hurl the final chorus at the crowd.

As quickly as it started my vocal artillery ceases. My offering to the gods of Rock is complete and now I am just an empty vessel. The scowl fades from my face as I walk with satisfaction, my metal horns high in the air.

Welcome to Karaoke night

Letters from an Alternate Universe

To all the residents of the Romero Gardens Sub-division.

As we all know the recent undead scourge has irrevocably impacted our quiet community. Thankfully to the succinct action of local law enforcement and itinerant gun enthusiasts we now have regained some sense of stability in our lives. Me and my family are eternally grateful to all of them.

The focus of this correspondence is to discuss the gross negligence and apathy shown by my neighbors.

V-Day will be forever etched on our minds. My home was compromised by the undead at around 11:30 that night. We only survived our 45 day siege because of a hole caused by water damage that allowed us access to the pantry from the attic where we hid. Little did we know that the initial threat was suppressed in less than 12 hours. No one bothered to check on the well being of our family. We languished for 45 days in a cramped attic with no ventilation and the constant fear of zombies.

Unaware to us  during that time our fellow home owners had been taking liberties with our belongings. I would like everything promptly returned or it will be taken back with extreme prejudice

I would like to take this time to personally apologize to the recently widowed Mrs. Kells. Your husbands drunken shuffling was very similar to that of a zombie. Had he not raided my liquor cabinet all of this could have been avoided.

It was only during the Victory Block Party did we realize the coast was clear; no thanks to any of you.

Therefore, I respectfully decline your multiple requests to remove the slogan "Fuck You Guys" that I have painted on my garage door.

See you in Hell

The Lombards

Miss Oppertunity

Somehow that dummy Jill convinced me
 to dress up like a strawberry
and go to "Lets Make a Deal" with her.


She's all done up like Miss Kitty but I'm the one who gets picked.

Door #,1 #2 or  #3 he asks. I'm thinking......

but I take to long and we break for commercial and am ushered off to the wings by one of his goons.

After two in two they haul me back out to choose again.

He leans in close so only I can hear and says "I could eat you ALL day" and tries to tongue my ear.
Then I headbutt him, Jill screams as his nose blooms the color of my costume.

I wonder if they will fix that in editing.

It's not worth mentioning

We were outside the bar, sitting in the car having an argument.
I don't remember what she was saying to me but it smelled like High Life and Parliaments.

She was always so pretty, like Classic movie star pretty.

Then she put a cigarette out on my cheek.

I should have been paying attention but I was thinking about how I was going to leave her chained to a light pole in a few days.

A song about forced surgery

Woke up this mornin in a tub full of ice

with a tube in my side and my head in a vice

"Baby don't get mad" you said while securing my wrists...

"But i wasnt lying when i said...... I am freelance vivisectionist"

In the back of my mind I knew that we could make it through this

But I wouldn't recommend finding dates off Craigslist

Your rubber glove touch always sent a tingle down my spine

but its the way you smiled jamming the IV in my thigh

(Bridge)

Through the morphine haze and demonic laughter

I realized why your pet name for me was "Unsuspecting Cadaver"

(Chorus)

Oh No it dont have to be this way

you can retract our love but my kidneys stay

I dunno if I can go on without you each day but

I Cant loose any more blood today

Let Me In, A review of sorts

"Let Me In", the American adaptation of the Swedish film "Let the right one in" is not your typical vampire movie. It does not rely on over to top effects, or the normal vampiric conventions of faggy brooding euro trash lounging on crushed velvet chaise lounges but instead on mood and the way you connect with the characters.

My immediate draw to the film was that it was set, and filmed in Los Alamos, New Mexico. For those of you unfamiliar Los Alamos was the place where the Atomic bomb was developed under the codename "The Manhattan Project" and where I was born. Also, my cousins Cody, Holly and Cayla appear in the movie as extras. This choice of location for me added another layer of depth and feeling to an already heavy film.

To many people my age who grew up in Los Alamos it is a disconnected place, having to live there casts a shadow that you cant wait to get out from under. I think Owen (played by Kodi Smit-McPhee) says it best when he says "One day, i'm going to get out and I am NEVER coming back." I could really feel how confined Oliver felt, not just by LA but in the way he dreaded gym class, being picked on and bullied for for no reason. That in particular touched a still sensitive nerve with me.

I think there is a genuine sweetness to the movie. The two young stars of the film convey, at least to me anyway; a real feeling compassion and care for one another. Despite Abby telling Oliver "We can't be friends" he still is kind and willing to take that chance. He isn't yet jaded by heartbreak or pumped full of teenage bravado.

The girl Abby is superbly acted by Chloë Moretz in stark contrast to her portrayal of the filthy mouthed assassin HitGirl from "KickAss." Her performance had a patina of pathos and age that i found as quite accomplished for a 13 year old and this gave Abby the theatrical weight that she needed.

I hope everyone gets a chance to see this movie. It is one of the best films I have seen in sometime.