Thanksgiving Weekends

Introduction:
This is a jumbled up remembrance of Thanksgivings past around the orphans Thanksgiving Day celebrations .... short versions

One year at the U-District house, we had an amazing spread of food as always along with the amazing spread of booze. We crammed way too many people into a couple of small cars & drove to the goth club on capitol hill. There the Spits played a show that was absolutely insane. They threw pot's & pan's & dishes & microwaves out into the pit & all of us smashed the hell out of everything. Maggie & Kate got a hold of a couple of pot's & wore them to keep from getting their heads knocked in by all the flying mayhem. Nick was pole dancing naked on stage & without using his hands swinging his dick around in circles like a stripper girl would do with her tassels. The Spits were rocking it.

Another year at the U-District house, known as the bloodiest Thanksgiving ever. I was living here now & the day started out with another amazing spread of food & booze. The day got wild early in the evening when drunken playful fighting sporadically broke out around the house. A shot glass fight broke out, where we were throwing shot glasses at each other full speed. I almost got Johnathan square in the head once when I was aiming at Greg & Johnathan came around the corner just in time to have a shot glass coming straight at his skull, he was quick enough to duck back out of the way & I got my intended target right in the back. One of the shot glasses hit a gallon glass jar of pickles so hard it punched a hole right through the jar in a perfect circle without breaking the jar. All the juice above the hole ran out & in the morning we found the shot glass nestled in the bottom with the remaining pickles. At some point in the night someone got bloodied in some way & left bloody hand prints all the way up the banister into the upstairs bathroom & left a mess of blood on the sink. We never did figure out who that was & what happened. I was wearing some Tasmanian Devil slippers & gashed my foot wide open on some broken glass. The slippers soaked most of the blood like a sponge & squished it out as I walked around. At Maggie's insistence I went to care for the wound & poured peroxide & rubbing alcohol over it then wrapped it tight with Duct tape & put the bloody slippers back on & returned to the party just in time to enter a fight with Greg. I pounded him down then picked him up & bowled him like a bowling ball into the staircase which knocked him out cold. While Greg laid there unconscious Johnathan was starting a fight with Stephan, Stephan wanted nothing to do with it & turned, to which Johnathan put an egg in Stephan's shirt then proceeded to smack him on the back & smashing egg all over inside Stephan's shirt. Stephan elbowed Johnathan right in the eye knocking him down. Johnathan couldn't see from his eye for awhile & then regained his sight later with no ill effects except for a black eye. Johnathan went to the fridge to get some ice & found Greg there with his head fully in the freezer & asked him what her was doing. Greg said his head hurt.

This year Thanksgiving was more mellow but the night after we had Samfest a benefit concert to raise funds for a memorial for Sam. Early in these evening of bands Rochelle got bombed & started doing striptease & sex show like craziness in the booths. She was completely gone. Tanya, Tony, & I took her home & put her to bed. When I returned I was immediately approached for help with Johnathan. Apparently he had smashed up the green room with power dives into everything, smashing himself up as much as the room. Then he proceeded to go outside & was attempting to piss on a bum who was sleeping outside the bar when 3 officers approached him. The told him he was old enough to know better than that & her responded by repeatedly yelling at them that he was 40 years old. I'm 40Years old, I'm 40 yours old, etc. The bar bouncers told the officers they would get him out of there & home. Everyone was standing outside the bar when I arrived. The bouncers, many of Johnathan's friends, The 3 officers, The owner of the bar, The volunteer driver of a car to take him home. Johnathan was wrapped around the outside of the car door like a cat trying to not be thrown into a tub of water. I immediately walked through everyone, grabbed Johnathan by the face, punched him in the gut & when he collapsed pushed him into the car & closed the door. He immediately tried to grab the steering & drive controls of the car in the front seat, so I jumped in there & shoved him back to the back. I hopped into the back seat, wrapped up his arms & leg's with mine & shoved him sown to the space between the seats & told the driver Michell to get in & take us to Johnathan's. He screamed the whole way home like he was being killed & when we got him there he dropped to the ground on purpose & would not walk. Stevil & I carried him kicking ^& dragging all the way to his apartment.

The day after we were eating in the dock & a crazy broke out of his cage apparently. The crazy in the dock started yelling about how Wi fi is setting us up for nuclear Armageddon, theres one at a bar stool in every bar in America, they are using it to target us. Then started yelling give me matches! When he got them he yelled "Sulfer!" "GO!" lights the match tosses it on the ground & yells "Boom!" Then proceeded to rant more & left. This kept us very entertained for our breakfast after Samfest, Thanksgiving weekend.

Was it a horrible year? 2007

I look at 2007 and think what a horrible year. This year has been full of tragedy. My best friend Dave passed away & left behind his son & wife. A great friend of mine Sam passed away & left a gaping hole in a whole community of people. A friend Shayna passed away in a tragic car accident. She was one of the daughters of a small community so her passing affected every one in that community. My friend Janet had a stroke that she survived but the final outcome of the damage is still yet to be seen.

Looks like a horrible year. Then I look deeper. I got to see Dave this year before he died. I saw Dave rarely these days usually just once over Christmas & even then did not get to spend the kind of time I wish I could have. He was a different person most of the time because of overuse of alcohol. To get to see him sober & know that he would even remember our time together was great, especially considering the timing before his death.

I spent time with Sam frequently over the last 11 years, this year was no exception. I thought about Sam & found that even though her death is sad, it was not tragic. She lived every minute of her life & left nothing she wanted to do undone. The only thing we'll miss out on now is more of a full life. I got to see her just before she died. She told me she loved me as she always did. I did not feel like I missed out on anything in my friendship with Sam.

Jack a new soul to this life was born, Anatomist after what seemed to be an eternal pregnancy brought him in & he came in with no complications, totally healthy. That is another good part of the year. Oh, the pregnancy seemed eternal because she blogged what seemed to be every horrible second of the pregnancy. If any of you want to dissuade your daughters from getting pregnant, cut out Anatomist's pregnancy & just after pregnancy blog's, I think those blogs are one of the best birth controls possible.

Dave's son even though he will not get to spend anymore time with his dad, has a family in Dave's relatives and in Wendy's along with some friends that will care for him. He will not miss out on good input from his elders. Greg I know will have a great influence on him & Wendy is one of the most caring person's in the world. There is no doubt on this as she is the only one that I think could have loved Dave the way she did. He had some personality traits that weaker people would not be able to see past to get to the good stuff about Dave.

Janet had her stroke & even though it could have been, thankfully it wasn't worse. I talked to her in the hospital & she seemed to get better just over the couple of days I was able to spend time there. They released her earlier than expected, I take this as a good sign. Janet is going to stick around, another good part of the year.

Through my newer northwest friends I have gotten to meet many of what I consider to be some of the best people, this year. The only comparison I can make is to my Arizona friends who to my view could have never been bested as far as being stand up quality people. Don't get me wrong, I know all my friends are weird & that is what I love about them. The one thing about the Phoenix crew & the Northwest people I now know is they are all true, no fakes.

The people I did not lose this year outnumber the people I did lose by many times. These really changed my view on this year. There have been some up's & down's but overall this has been a good year. 2008 will be even better because no one is going to die, that is my new years wish.

Zombies vs The Go! Kids- Dream #8

The eccentric old science teacher was standing outside the door, anonymously watching the science class struggle with the assignment he had given them. As the student argued over the right way to complete the assignment, he checked their progress by the scents coming from under the door. Inside a light green fog came up, some of the students wandered in circles. some tried to run and fell, one dove through a glass window but still failed to get away from the light green fog. The teacher was oblivious to anything but the scents emanating from the science class. "Sulfur, Actinium, Gallium he said aloud, Then Arsenic matter-of-factly, then Arsenic repeated in alarm. He ran to the deans office without checking on the students. After hearing what scent had come from the class, the dean called up his security & directed them to have the 2 guards from the front gate go to the classroom & shoot the students. The guards obeyed & must have known to be prepared for this contingency. The dean & the Science teacher grabbed a key from a safe & headed to a section of the campus that was wooded & remote. There they approached a large set of copper doors at the bottom of a sloped entry way. The slope was steep, as if the entry would continue down beyond the doors to a deep subterranean level. The dean had called in more security on the way to the copper doors & had them line up to fend off anyone that would be coming to the doors. He inserted the key but did not unlock the doors, he was checking to insure they were locked. He then gave the key to the largest & strongest security guard for safe keeping. The students from the Lab began wandering toward the door. They were in a daze as if hypnotized & drawn to the copper doorway. Other students began coming too, the light blue cloud had floated to other areas of the campus, affecting others as well. The guards shot them as they came & were having no problem keeping them away from the doors. The wind shifted, small particles of the light blue cloud, barely noticeable, floated across the large security guard. He disappeared down by the door. The dean looked around & realizing the guard was gone went down to the doors only to find them open. He immediately shut them & locked them. A minute later the doors were broke open with one hit from the inside & the large guard bolted faster than a cheetah out of the hole. He attacked the 1st person he came to & ripped them to pieces. He ate them in just moments. This broke up the line of the other security guards & the dazed students began filing down the hole. The large security guard would grab one at random as they filed by & rip them to shreds eating them as well. The students approached what was once a chemical barrel but the top had disintegrated & it now resembled a cauldron with a steamy burbling concoction brewing. The students were drawn to it & took handfuls into their mouths, they immediately went into convulsions on the ground as their bodies almost instantly changed taking on traits of the dead but increasing their size & strength 10 fold. As they were complete in their transformation they shot out of the hole taking down anything that moved except for others that had already drank from the cauldron, they even took down others who were entranced by the light blue cloud & on the way to the cauldron. Outside the dean headed around the corner of an old building, he knew he would have time to get away as long as there was a steady stream of people filing towards the doors to keep the beasts fed. He knew that respite would not last long & they would be spanning out in all directions searching for more victims to eat. He ran out of view away from the mele. Through the woods & along a river he ran as fast as he could. The scenery was beautiful, he knew they would be attracted more to the populated areas of town so he remained in the areas with little or no people. Once he came out of the woods, several hours later in another town, he went to a street corner to try to catch a ride. There was already a hitchhiker there that refused to give up his spot in line for the next ride, no matter how much the dean expressed the emergency nature of his travels. The hitchhiker took the next ride. The dean saw the hitchhikers blood splash across the back window. He knew he had been beaten to town by the creatures. He ran along past road food establishments like A&W Root beer & Taste-T-Cream. He came to a girl who was walking along the highway, he asked her how to get to the shipyard. She asked why he wanted to go there. He explained he had to meet some friends there & then try to find a way out onto the ocean to head overseas. She asked him if he was an experienced seaman, he said no. "How do you expect to get a job if you don't know anything about being a seaman?" she asked. He said then he will just have to stow away. She directed him & he headed that way. An odd kid was skateboarding by, the dean recognized him because of the oddness & called out to him. He stopped & was informed by the dean about what happened. They went separate ways, the dean to his attempts to go overseas & the kid to a brick building on a side street not far from where they met. Once inside The kid approached a group of odd looking kids of all strange shapes & sizes wearing uniforms labled The Go! Kids. After explaining to the unruly group the situation they all let out with a giant robot to a fortress in the hills. There they began jumping up & down yelling into a camera for the occupant to let them in. The occupant was hesitant & asked who they were again, the skateboard kid said "Aw cum on doc let us in, you know who we are" the gates opened. Once inside they proceeded down a hallway, at one point the hall narrowed due to some sort of mechanism & the robot could not continue. The robot groaned his displeasure, the kids kept going without even looking back or addressing the bot. Once in the lab the doc had already been aware of what was going on somehow & had been working on some chemicals to try to combat it. He was not even close but had developed one that if ingested would make the zombies think you were already one of them, allowing you more opportunity to move about. He gave this to the kids. The team asked if it had been tested or not (it had not) they drank it anyway.

I woke up.

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Sam (Nicole)

The last thing Sam said to me was "you know I love you, right?" & hugged me hard like she always did. She knew she made me feel uncomfortable when she did this & I alway pulled away. She knew though that I loved her, even though her closeness she put out made me uncomfortable because she was Johnathan's girlfriend. She alway would revel in my shyness or embarrassment & made a point of hugging & kissing me in front of everybody. I think she just liked to torture me. Even though she loved to torture me I know she loved me too. I love many people & love them more than they know because I am not good at expressing it. She knew me though & could see right through me & knew my true feelings. I don't know how & don't even understand why she loved me so much. I even went out of my way to piss her off & succeeded, she was like the family pet though, no matter how much I tried to piss her off & distance her she knew who I was & how I felt & kept working to break me down. There has only been 2 people in my life that could tell exactly who I was & how I felt without question, Maggie & my mom. Sam is the 3rd & I realized this only the night before the last night I saw her. I can say without question that no matter what I have been loved by at least 3 people in my life, these three loved me unconditionally & I still do not understand any of them. My mom, it seems obvious that she would have to but with what I put her through my whole life, if I was in her place I would have strung me up & killed me. Maggie I still do not understand why she loves me but it probably has something to do with the same way I feel about her, I have no idea why I love her but I do unconditionally & forever. Sam the same thing & now that she is gone I don't even understand how I can imagine life without her. She was not just a part of my life, or Seattle. She was an energy in the world.

My Run In With The Law

The bar in Ballard closed at 2am & all the drunks were asked to leave in the typical friendly way by the Tin Hat bartender, "Last call, drink em' up & get the fuck out" It was a long & liquid night at the bar, many drinks were had. So upon entering the real world my mind went to deciding on what kind of mayhem I could cause. The first victims were the sandwich boards advertising the local business, those things tend to piss me off when I'm drunk. They all ended up in someones front yard that night. Since then they have all been taken inside each night at closing time for the business. I could have told them long ago that it was wise to bring in the sign nightly, obviously they needed an example of why. I was happy to oblige.

The next victim was a typical garden hose, made in China I suppose? This garden hose left crossing the sidewalk & out into the median grass was rudely blocking my path & had to be dealt with in an immediate & decisive manner. The hose was tied in knots around several vehicles on the block linking them all together & blocking the street. That will teach that damned hose from getting in my drunken path.

The City of Seattle may have learned a lesson this night as well. Cement them street signs into the ground. It is amazing just how far a street sign can be thrown & just how loud it is upon crashing back to earth. I always thought stop signs were the best, this night however I found that the ones with the big yellow triangle reflectors are actually the ones that fly the farthest & make the most noise.

There it was, right in front of me. Calling to me like an apparition in the darkness. It had to be done! There was no way I could resist. The flag pole in the middle of that well kept yard was just too much temptation for my drunken mind. My underwear were going to be flying proudly in the wind this very night. I dropped drawers & took off my smiley face polka dotted boxers. I knew the others with me well & so was not bashful of my nekkidness. Besides I was drunk & really wouldn't have cared who watched. I put my pants back on & hoisted the boxers to the top of the flag pole. Cheers went up from the crowd of 2, they had been tagging along the whole time, enjoying my antics. This however was the main show, I was proud of my successful venture and stood back admiring the new flag. The pole was in complete darkness except for the very top which was highlighted by a street light on the next street over. My underwear glowed in the night as bright as day. It was a beautiful sight.

We wandered on, there is one of those triangle street signs, OK so I did the grand finale already but I just couldn't resist one more toss. This one went up & over my head right out into the street. It was beautiful & loud. The Red & Blues of the Seattle Police Department came on down the road. I was nabbed, pinched, caught, busted. I wondered what the fine was for sign tossing. I wondered how I would explain my sport of sign tossing to the officers. The car got to my location & from several different directions so did 5 other cop cars. Light & Sirens blaring & they all poured from their cars screaming for me to get on the ground. Wow! they really like their street signs in this city.

My friends had been following at a distance all night, at this time they had gone ahead about 40 yards. The cops having me now in cuffs so I couldn't get away and toss anymore signs asked if I knew those people. "I have no idea who those guy's are. Did they do something wrong? It has nothing to do with me". This tactic did not work, the cops were in fact there for me. They didn't pursue my friends who went around a corner then snuck back behind some bushes to watch the rest of my nights entertainment.

Six of the cop's sat me on the ground & started yelling at me in unison. "Where is the flag" When I say yelling, I should explain this. They were pissed & spitting while they yelled. Some had obviously been military Sargent's because boy could they yell. I was sitting there & the only thing I could think at this time was, how the heck did they not see me toss that sign? After some more yelling & me not answering because my head was somewhere else, I thought what the heck are they talking about. Obviously I had said this out loud because I was hoisted from all sides & dragged about 7 houses back to the flag pole. The flag that was on that pole, they said. Oh I thought, that. Being sure to keep this thought inside. "I have no idea what you guy's are talking about."

At this point the shortest cop with the largest attitude came up to me & screamed, vibrating with anger. Tell us where the god damned flag is. I thought, again keeping it inside this time, they must think there was a flag that was taken down and replaced with my underwear. It is recently after 9-11 & nationalism is very high right now. Am I getting busted for being a flag burning terrorist? I said I'm sorry sir, I have no idea what you are talking about. The cop said I am not a sir I am a maam. This shocked the hell out of me, I was speechless, There was no way this cop was a maam. I guess I cracked a smile a bit because I caught hell for the next few minutes. I was asked another question that I don't remember and not thinking answered no sir. I was slammed to the pavement by this short cop who claimed to be a maam not a sir. The other cop's, even though pissed at me for being a flag desecrater, stopped her from continuing her assault. They picked me up & dragged me over to the flagpole & instructed me to lower my underwear from the pole. "Those aren't my underwear, I have no idea what you are talking about". The short cop, Maam, came over pulled my pants out to view my junk. She said you have no underwear on & expect us to believe those aren't yours? I told her I go commando & never wear underwear. She said you better not be lying, do you know what happens when you lie to an officer? I said no sir & was promptly slammed against the flag pole. The other officers removed Maam from my immediate space & took over. One officer asked, in a normal tone for the first time, take them shorts down from that pole. So I proceeded to lower my shorts from the pole. I felt sad that the world would not get to wake up to my grand polka dotted smiley face underwear in the morning. Those poor people would not get a nice morning laugh to start their day. What an injustice these officers were pulling on the people of the neighborhood. I got them down & thrust them to the cop who jumped back & said I don't want them, put em in your pocket. I said, OK but their not mine.

The other Police Officers that were there waking up & interviewing the neighbors & the owners of the flag pole found that the flag get's taken down & brought in each evening. They seemed to relax a bit when they found it was just a flag "pole" violator & not a flag violator they were dealing with. They told me I could go. So I went. Right as I got to the gate of my house a police car came speeding up with it's lights on. I stopped thinking they had changed their mind, OR had found the yellow street signs. One of the officers came over & handed me my ID which they had forgotten to give back to me.

My friends in the bushes came out & stated: "We can't believe you got away with that". I could believe it, I always get away with things somehow. My friend the Vampire says I have an army of Angels protecting me. We ended the evening by slam dancing around the living room to loud heavy metal music, drinking about 1/2 a bottle of whiskey, shooting off about 10 pounds of illegal fireworks in the front yard, & watching my roommates girlfriend do a striptease on the table.

Strange Visitor Dream #7

The point of light was so brilliant it seemed to cut space as it moved, however it did not hurt my eyes to look at it. The brilliance of it made the world around it seem dull. It was so small, barely the head of a pin. I never got his name but we conversed for quite awhile. He spoke softly & was intelligent. Our conversations though challenging were stimulating. I knew the conversations were all leading though. I could feel that he was playing me to get me to take him somewhere. I somehow felt that going there would be wrong. Maybe it was the way he was leading to that issue that made me realize it was not a good idea, was this a sign of his flaws in the conversation? Maybe there was another reason I didn't feel we should go? The conversation began to turn, he was somehow getting me to be drawn where he wanted me to go verbally. The most frustrating part of this was that I knew he was doing this & I knew he was beating me but could not do anything about it. I continued to try, change the subject, offer a different point of view, disagree with a completely logical fact. He did not play into my word games & continued to drag the conversation to what his real intention was. He wanted to go somewhere. He needed me to get him there. I wondered why he would need me, he floated around just fine & was not at the mercy of the breeze. He went where he wanted. He was small enough to get through anything. Why does he need me. I thought about asking this but then realized we were now on the road in my pickup driving through unfamiliar territory. The conversation challenge continued, even though I was being manipulated it was a pleasure to have these discussions. We arrived, some people came running out waving their hands, not in welcome but in the go away don't come here way. One bearded bald man came running up & told be to take the point of light back, it could not be here, that would be very dangerous & they had taken the point of light to where it was originally for this very fact, somehow it became my job to take the point of light away from here. I lost to it already, I don't know what makes them think I can keep him away, what is he being kept from anyway?