The high cost of low prices

xDownWithOPPx..:): whats up
xVicVicVictoriax not much about to go to westerlys walmart
xVicVicVictoriax shoot me
xDownWithOPPx what the fuck!
xVicVicVictoriax what?
xDownWithOPPx listen to this
xDownWithOPPx I was talking to John and my friend jenni lee today at the same time
xDownWithOPPx (3:16:47 PM): hey whats up Mpire42 (3:16:59 PM): n/m, waiting on a friend to go to walmart, what are you up to? xDownWithOPPx (3:19:13 PM): haha I just said whats up to my other friend xDownWithOPPx (3:19:17 PM): let me show u what he said Mpire42 (3:19:16 PM): ok xDownWithOPPx (3:19:27 PM): knifeathand (3:18:28 PM): nothing right now i have to go to wal-mart
xDownWithOPPx then i called ian and asked what he was doing and he said he had to go to wal-mart
xVicVicVictoriax hahahhahahahhaa
xVicVicVictoriax its a sign
xVicVicVictoriax you have to go to walmart
xDownWithOPPxfucking walmart

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Patience Island from near the Warwick Light

Patience Island, shown in red, in the inner part of Narragansett Bay
Patience Island lies off the northwest coast of Prudence Island, in the town of Portsmouth, Rhode Island, United States. The island has no inhabitants and has a land area of 0.8536 km² (0.33 sq mi, or 210.9 acres), making it the fourth-largest island in Narragansett Bay.
[edit] History
The island and others nearby were named by Roger Williams and other early colonists. Colonial school children often recited the poem: "Patience, Prudence, Hope and Despair. And the little Hog over there."[1] Patience Island became part of Portsmouth in 1664. In the summer of 2009 this island was subject to a hostile take over by one Todd and Louis. Two proud co workers, brave men of honor. They landed on shore, travelled sea by kayak. And burried rum on the east shore under neath the upside down skull and cross bones. They have claimed this land in the name of their unborn children untill a worthy challenger comes forward.

Alaska 2004

IF I COULD GO BACK IN TIME.
I WOULD LAND ON A TUESDAY.
I WOULD TELL MY BOYS, SORRY GUYS I GOT BIG PLANS
TONIGHT IM HANGING OUT WITH THE SUN.
WE ARE GOING TO SHINE BRIGHTER THAN EVER BEFORE.
IM NOT LAME, YOU GUYS ARE JUST JELOUS
YOULL BE JELOUS OF MY NEW TAN
WE WILL LOOK GORGEOUS
AND IN THE PM,
WERE GOING TO HIDE UNDER THE COVERS
THE CLOSEST PLACE TO HAPPINESS I HAVE EVER KNOWN
YES IF I COULD GO BACK IN TIME
I WOULD HAVE NEVER LEFT HER ALONE.

WHEN IM HANGING OUT WITH THE BRIGHTEST STAR IVE EVER KNOWN
I FEEL SO WARM
IM SORRY I FORGOT THAT
I CAN NOT GO BACK IN TIME.
THIS IS NOT THE 80S I AM NOT THE DOC
SO THE SUN HAS RUN OFF WITH THE MOON
(THE DARK SIDE)
NOW MY LIFE IS IN SHADOWS
AND I AM NOT A SISSY
BUT ITS PRETTY DAMN SCARY
WHERE IS THE FUTURE?
WHERE IS OUR TECHNOLOGY

check out this song at http://www.myspace.com/amegryanloveaffair

the youth, the waffle, and the laxative

I have recently discovered I did a lot of strange things as a child. Let me share a few of them with you now. Short of telling you about the home video sketches we made in the vein of in living color on crack minus the budget/talent. These videos featured some classic skits such as the unsuspecting heterosexual, the bobbing heads, Roger Duke, and many many more. I will however leave this part of my life out. As it should deservingly have its own blog dedicated to it, itself. I will say this however I often would show these videos to any new girl Casey would bring home, as he was the lead in what usually turned out to be amateur gay porn of the dry humping variety which was hilarious to most if not all teen age boys. I still remember how upset he was, the first time we ever showed our father. However most people thought these videos were very funny. He was still embarrassed. I think a part of my father died when he had seen these skits. And he may have lost all respect for us, but like Will Smith says “Parents just don’t understand” you will find I live most of my live based on things that will smith has or has not said. No one understands this, No one except for one Jessica Thurber. Who is part of a strange section of my life. Quick thought, she randomly bought me, in paperback form, a book about the life and times of Will Smith. This memory has implanted Jessica into my memory, much like a first love, or a loss of virginity although she was neither. One thing I’ll say about her was I used to tell my brother Casey, because she was in the same grade as him. That he should date her. I didn’t know her name at the time but she had this strange beauty to me. He instead dated Mel. And when he described who he was dating I really thought he meant Jessica. When I met her she was clearly not. I think part of this decision is why I had been so hard on Mel. Calling her C3P0, and B.O.B (brother’s old booty whenever they broke up) or Greasy. Mel was very pretty too I was just disappointed Casey didn’t go with my choice. So when he brought Mel home I showed her Casey in our videos assuming she would go running for the hills. This did not work. Mel stayed for many, many years. So it was very strange how Jessica and I came to hang out much later in life after I graduated and had my first apartment. I don’t know why buying me that book has such a profound effect on my memories but it does. So thanks Jess! I wasn’t exactly nice to her, and for that I’m sorry but like most things in life. I will blame that on my actual first love. Which like the gay porn videos deserves its own blog. However I will not blog about it. It’s over, it’s done, all Ill say is she’s the one, Kill her! Which was famously scribbled on the back of the photograph from the movie memento except his said He’s the one kill him. I had always liked the idea of that and use it on the back of my first loves pictures. So the following are a few stories that I remember back when life made sense.

I remember the happiest day of my “under the parent’s law” life was when I got my very first car. I say under the parent’s law, but we were never really under the law of our parents. I think having 7 bro and sis is a benefit in a way. After the first kid fucks up, and the 2nd child fucks up and so on by the time it your turn for some child rearing they have pretty much given up and had lost all hope. As one of the middle children it was clear my parents had been jaded and short of getting a divorce had adopted a mentality where they would just say “Fuck it, do what you want” or they would say things like “Your grounded go to your room” to which you would reply “Fuck it, I’ll do what I want.” I soon mastered the art of being a bastard child. This process will help explain why each one of my brothers and sisters are extremely different people. If you knew any of us you would assume that we were raised as an only child. Except for Jessica and Kendyl. They are very similar. They both live in Naraganset, they both can be are good mothers, and they both have an eating disorder. With the recent weight gain I have noticed on Jessica it is clear that Kendyl is winning. By weight gain I mean she actually looks healthy. Where was I, Oh yes, my car. I guess a car in a way represented freedom to me. I had this strange understanding of how the slaves must have felt when Abraham Lincoln gave his speech or how women felt when there husband came home one day and said “You are no longer my property, oh and you can vote.” I’m guessing they must have had a very similar feeling as I did on this beautiful summer day. It was an 89 Ford escort, hatchback. Pretty sweet ride. I know comparing getting an escort and ending slavery will not compute to some of you reading this but I say that it would make one hell of reparation. I encourage Obama to give all African Americans ancestors of American slaves a brand new used, well it’s new to them, 89 Ford escort. It’s the least we can do. And it will go a long way to improve race relations while limiting reverse racism. Moving on, prior to having a car my life was spent mostly riding bikes, climbing walls, and going down to the park with Josh Vargulish, Billy Hoyle, or Nick Sadler where we would travel through pipes. We would wait till winter where the water would freeze, this would allow us to walk even further through the pipes, otherwise we would often have to step in what was probably dirty sewage water. This was ok with us, as we felt like we were like a modern day Louis and Clarke about to discover something exciting. I’m not sure what it is we thought we would find, maybe it was the Nintendo up bringing in us and we were looking for a secret underground world like in Mario. It was during these simple years that I think I learned to appreciate nature. That and those ninja turtle commercial where they would remind me to turn off the faucet while I brushed my teeth, and turn off the lights when I leave a room to help save mother earth. I stopped believing in god at some point in my childhood and started praying to mother earth instead. I spent a lot of time turning lights off after my brother and sisters had left any room of our house. It was like a part time job to me. I spent too much time on this. I try to instill my love of nature into my brothers kids however big screen tvs, and complex video games have ruined imagination for the youth of today. So as a younger kid we would drive our bikes as far as we could, and often forget that “SHIT, we need to now turn back and drive home.” We may have pushed our limits too far on this ride. It’s funny now I have no energy now as an adult, yet then it was never ending. And I didn’t need to pay 5 dollars for a 3 oz bottle of liquid crack. Can I just say that this energy trend is a trend that I hope ends. All these energy drinks. It seems like dark magic to me, and I don’t believe. Most taste disgusting like a medicine. At least when I’m taking medicine though I feel like it is going to do something. We always had wild plans back then, like riding our bikes as far as could and camping out and never returning home. I always wanted to bring ramen noodles to cook over a fire. I loved ramen noodles at a very young age, at an age where you should not yet know what ramen noodles are. My pre car childhood had several eras. Based on the friend I had at the time. There was the Billy Hoyle era. Home to my first ever sleep over. This is where I tried bacon on pizza for the first time. I love bacon. Than we had the Nick Sadler era. Who I can easily say was one of the funniest kids I have ever met. And we hung out with our good friend Louis Colon until he stole my yellow vfr dyno bike. Bastard. I could tell you a million stories about Nick and me. He was the main developer of making funny videos. Our first movie was called the Nick and Todd show. We created a lot of special effects for these videos, you would not consider them special effects now but they were special to us. Then Nick had to move to central falls and I was afraid of Spanish people so that era shortly faded. (I’m joking Louis was Spanish after all it wasn’t easy for us to be long distance friends is all) Then It Was the I hate my parent’s era. Then the Josh Burt era which continued into me getting a car and into the social ocean era. Social Ocean aside from the lack of motivation was probably the greatest rock band to ever come out of Woonsocket.  And this band had both made me and destroyed me. The social ocean era splashed in Corey Machowski who had been a constant in my childhood acquaintances, and a bunch of other random starring roles. This was the era when we mastered the art of objectifying women. After the demise of this era, came the final and most disappointing era of all. The John Losoya era. I call this the Futon era. Because a futon to me, is the most disappointing transformer of all time. If you don’t understand that joke, than you have never slept on a futon, and I hope all is well in that ivory tower of yours. My only wish is for you to keep reading and stop mocking me from up there. I say John, the human futon if you will, is disappointing but at least we get along well and always can catch up no matter how much time has passed. He may very well be my heterosexual life mate. Each of these eras had their great moments. Throughout the mix the one constant was my brother Casey. We are not that close today, but I would say he is my best friend. Having so many different best friends at different times, helped shaped me. However I do now as an adult feel like the plot to I love you, man. Maybe I need to go on some man dates to meet new male friends. If I were to get married I’m not sure who I would have in my wedding party. Casey is getting married in August and has asked me to be his best man. Which is an honor. I’m not sure what kind of speech I will give. I will probably just Keep it short and play “The video” from before on a wide screen. Anyone of my friends during any of these eras I would have loved to share this honor for me and be my best man. I think it would be Casey. But I am way ahead of myself; I’m not married, not engaged. Hell I’m not even dating anyone. And if it weren’t for money I wouldn’t even be sexual active. Ok that was a joke about prostitution. I like to follow that joke up with a simple fact that it is in fact a joke and I have never really paid for sex. Josh and I need to reconnect nothing helps pick up chicks like a great wing man. And I’d say we always did well if it weren’t for all of our young jealousy and youthful competition. I miss you red bull. (My nick name for Josh)

One tradition we had and I think a lot of people had in high school. Was the artful misendever of pumpkin stealing? You can brag about stealing pumpkins all you want, but no one did it quiet like me and my band of misfit friends. We decided that when we stole a pumpkin, we wanted to leave something in return. We wanted to stick out among the normal pumpkin stealers. So we decided to leave in its place a frozen waffle and a ransom note. And because are wit was larger than our tact we called ourselves the Waffle bandits. Every so often you would here the rumblings in school of someone saying “It was the weirdest thing someone stole our pumpkin and left a frozen waffle in its place. God damn waffle bandits strike again!” well I added that last part in my head. And we would choose one home and take photos of their pumpkin in compromising situations, hanging over a cliff, blind folded, Smashed, If we did this now a day’s hell I think we would of water boarded one of them. Thank you Dick Cheany for helping keeping all of us so safe for 8 magical years. I hereby make you an honorary member of the waffle bandits. We would leave pictures of the pumpkins at the home. With no evidence in the photo of course just masked men. We also had a website we would inform people to visit. I wish it was still online because we had an example of one of our ransom notes. I don’t remember what it said but I do remember it made us laugh and laugh.

One time I had brought Casey out with us. Me and my friend Fatty and a couple of Casey’s friends. We made the biggest heist of all time. This pumpkin was so large we could not fit it in the trunk. It was in front of a restaurant it took 3 of us to pick it up. When we tried to put it in the trunk we couldn’t, nervous we sped off. We later pulled over and slammed the trunk shut. Later that evening we were stealing average size pumpkins, and all of a sudden from behind us were high beams. I immediately had a flash back of a time when we were younger. We would read and actually listen to this book of scary stories. One of the stories was about a man that was hiding in the back seat. Every time the guy stood up with a knife the car behind them would flash there hi beams as a warning, then my mind wondered still to another story in the book and I started humming WHERE IS MY BIG TOEEEEEE!!!! My mind wonders pretty easily. I shook my head and came back to reality. We were now being chased. So we are driving all while throwing pumpkins out the car smashing in the road. The car behind us fast on our tail swerving out of the way of the renegade smashing pumpkins. At this point we are speeding and we drive past a parked cop car. And we see the police lights turn on, we are not slowing down, the cop ended up pulling over the car behind us who had been chasing us. It was the most satisfying teen age victory of my teen age life. We were now free to turn the radio back up and rode off into the night while rocking out to you saw my blinker bitch by Will Smith. Two days later we saw in the newspaper a story about the large missing pumkin. Again we never took credit for the heist, or the waffles we didn’t want the fame or the glory we just wanted to leave our mark on society any way we could. After this I think I could rest easy. In the words of George bush, I’ll go ahead and state in premature fashion of course “mission accomplished. “

I probably have a million stories about John. The kid has a million nick names. We call him Wal-Mart, Johnny Wal-Mart, JW, Arty-choke, J-Lo, Johnny brooks, Johnny Walgreens, Johnny Right aid you name it. Any store you can name rest assured this dude has taking a dump behind it while getting his junk sucked by a retarded boy. I’d like to say this was a joke but this boy is the queen of the slow all male plumpkin. He calls himself the waffle bandit (he is known for stealing all of my good ideas) and would like to say he was going plumpkin stealing. I don’t know, I would hardly call taking advantage of a slow person male or female as stealing if anything it was plumpkin rape. This however is not the story I will share with you, although by now you are probably wondering what the fuck am I talking about or have stopped reading all together. I’d like to tell you the infamous laxative story now. Oh how great it was. John is the type of friend that everyone has. You know the kind of person that you have all made fun of so much that you think you should thank him for all the good times you had. This was John. I’d say he has change a lot since then but this is the story of how johns life got flipped turn upside down, I’d like to take a minute just sit right there I’ll tell you how john had to take a shit in bel air. See I told you, live my life by it. One day, I was with my roommate Nate. And John was over. We invited some girls over. And John begging for attention as he usually was whenever we brought any women over the house plus sized women especially. He would get extra excited because he would feel like he would have a shot. At the very least he would get someone’s sloppy seconds. The way he got attention was often different. Sometimes it was being the sensitive type to swoop in after something probably horrible had been done by one of the roommates in the house, by backstabbing, or he would just do something outrageous. Like let us shoot him with 500 paint balls. Or let us shave his head. Or test the can of spray paint we threw in the fire don’t worry john its save you can trust us go find out why it hasn’t yet exploded. I helped him understand early on that humor can unlock a chastity belt faster than a box a wine and a brad pit movie marathon. And John was just hoping a female was looking, or would be watching. And that she would be laughing. So he decided to let one of the girls that had come over tie him up with duct tape. So they did, they mummified him. He could not move only his feet and head were exposed. He was lying on the couch and then started to say he was hungry and asked one of the girls to feed him pistachio nuts he had in a bag. When he said this I realized I too was hungry. So I said ok lets go out to eat. We debated do we take him as a mummy, untie him, or leave him behind. This was back when john was a fat kid. We decided taking him would be too much work, untying him would be no fun, so we left him behind. So we put the pistachio on the other side of the room unopened on a night stand. We told john we would be back and left. Already that is hilarious. We ended up going to stop and shop, and Emily. One of the girls that had come over decided to buy some chocolate laxatives. They looked exactly like a Hersey bar. So we bought one of those too. We came home maybe 40 mins later to find that John, had somehow shimmied across the room, knocked the nuts off the table, ripped the bag open with his mouth and had been eating and spitting nut shells out all over the living room corner. So the girls are talking to him and laughing. John is loving the attention. So Emily starts to feed John chocolate candy and chocolate laxatives until the whole box is gone. We then inform John of what he had just eaten. He gets silent. Surprisingly he didn’t have to go to the bathroom that night. The next morning I went to brunch with my brother at Chellos. John came along with us. He didn’t really enjoy his breakfast as he spent the whole time in the bathroom, I ate his waffle. I told my brother the story who then told my parents. And my parents think that I am a bad person. I still think it was hilarious. And everyone in this story is a winner. I got the laughter that I needed and John got the attention he wanted. And the toilet at Chellos got the attention that it had been craving as well. The person that went into the bathroom after John, priceless.

Wrist Watch

I can finally tell time
At least that's what my wrist says.
The other one is silent.

I can only see in black and white,
and it looks all grey.
Not a fresh trail of black,
Just grey.
Its old, and dirty.
I guess I must of fucked up againg....

I cant move and I feel sick.
"Cant I do anything right?"
Tomorow, Ill try it again, I guess.

Im not screaming for attention

Im not screaming for attention
Because no one is listening.
Im starving for it
But my wrist are bulimic
and so, Am I.

Im not screaming for attention
Because no one is listening
Im starving for her
But my wrist are bulimic
and so, Am I.
The pain comes back up all the time

I can finally tell time.

waiting.. yes man

Next summer I will be renting a cabin with my brother Jared, His girl his kids and Friends. I need some people to share cabin expence with. It will be great and everyone is invited. Will have this cabin for 2 weeks. Up in douglas Mass. There are 3 cabins and our private lake entrence. We will occupy all 3 cabins.

The planning of this vacation has made me relieze that All I have to look forward to in life is these 2 weeks in the midst of next summer where I will be in the woods in my cabin. Drinking, swimming, and sharing campfire melodies with friends I hardly remember. The rest of my life has become very stagnate. The moments of joy I get are when I have things penciled in my schedule, or the short periods where I pull off a stall while playing hacky sac. Other things I look forward to are watching Football, and talking about Lost. Have I gotten old?. Is there any remedy for this. Is it ok to not want to get wasted and stay up for all hours of the night? Is it ok to miss the nights where I did? When do I figure out what is the meaning of life? Would that take place on my death bed. Are we all just taking up space until then. Until its to late. All entangled in some sort of competition to be the one to commit the least ammount of regrets. Does it help to be rich? Smart? or Attractive? If your older than 25 and still in shape your now the minority. The rest of us have gotten fat. And it is suddenly ok to be out of shape, Its ok to turn 30. At 18 we told ourselves these things would not be ok. Suddenly Its ok to fill our days with the smallest minutia or daily drama to keep the conversations going. The conversation that we are all starving for, afraid that we will turn into one of those couples that waits for death together. With nothing more to say, then some comments over the weather, or the same minutia we have suddenly come to grips with as being what is our so called lifes. Maybe I shouldnt blog at 2:15 am. I have gotten really lazy. I have so much time, yet can not find the time to do simple task. Like, clean my room. Write a song, go shopping. I want to write a book. I have an idea. I want to start a band. But cant find the time. I want to get better at golf. I dont play enough. I want to be happy at work, and I try hard at this but it will never work until I find a new job. I want to do all these things, but I cant. I have nothing holding me back. Like I said I have just become lazy. Wheres my motivation? Will i find it in the form of a lady? Maybe we are all just waiting. At least all of us who are lazy. If we are in a race to the end, with the least ammount of regrets. I dont think that I will win. Im glad I went to yellowstone. Im glad I have met great people. I want to become the yes man. Like Jim carey in this movie. Yes.

Drinking and Driving

I just changed my Space name to Take your toubles solo, and I swear that after I complain here today I will. I drink and I drive. Almost exclusivly for a long part of my life. Was it smart? Maybe not. I always thought whats the worst that could happen? Ill hit another drunk driver. It was never a big deal really, everyone does it. At least everyone in the restaurant industry did. After work you would all go the nearest bar, or whatever bar was giving away 10 cent chicken wings. (RIP scoreboard) Or at some points whatever bar would serve you if you were not 21. When I went to live and work in yellowstone for one summer I met this girl from California. She had a different point of view on that. She told me she would never even think about drinking and driving. And its really the first time I have ever heard any express this point of view to me. I was also trying to impress her so I naturally agreed with her. She also had a similar view regaurding condoms so It didnt turn out the way I planned. It did however made me look out side of my bubble and think, There are millions of people out there surely they all can not be driving drunk. Not long enough to change any kind of bad habbits. I still liked to drink, and since I was out of HS in order to drink I usually have to drive some where. No way am I not going to stay home just cause I might have to drive back drunk later. Hell Im more focused when Im drunk. I try hard, And if worst comes to worst ill just bump a line. After all isnt that the cure all? I now know, how retarded all that must sound. Drinking almost became more important than the event. And I could never have 1 or 2 beers. The point was always to black out. I didnt want to be held responsible for my actions or comments. Hell "I was drunk" That always worked. I was more popular with the ladies. When you learn something while you are drunk, Like talking to ladies. They say you can only redo this when you are drunk again. Which is wierd, but probably true. Does that mean I have a drinking problem. I may admit to as much now. Alcohol was always important part of any function I would go to. Be it golf, Football game, Family event. I remember this one time in yellowstone there was this girl. She was a wicked big hippie. Very cool, but very much a druggie with a drinking problem. Again as a man I adapted to the situation. She was cute so what do you know here Comes Todd the druggie with the drinking problem. Im sorry I know how bad this sounds but my libido is the bane of my exsistance. She was so smashed and I was like ok let me drive. And she refused and shes like lets stop a LQ store. I was like hmm probably not a good idea. And she was like dont be a pussy. I remember she bought 2 bottles of wine. Granted we were smashed already. The rhoades in yellowstone are very narrow. Its dark. And are on cliffs! She was swirving. I remember her drinking and telling me how she has garuding angels watching over her and she will never die. It was at this point, I knew I was going to die. God damn hippie! . I told her we were all about to die, and that I did not have a guardian angel. She laughed and started talking about my aura and how was not a possitive aura and how I could change it. There was no changing her mind, So I figured i had to do something about the bottles of wine I couldnt let her drink it all and she was drinking fast. So I downed them my self. The more I had the less she could of. This kind of work cause I passed out so I wasnt scared anymore and some how we made it home safe. Even after this I never considered the harm in drinking and driving. Until I got my dui. Getting a dui has been the worst experience of my life. I lost my car for 6 months. I had to take the bus to and from work. Which took a total of 4 hours per day. I lost alot time of my life doing that. Most people only loose it for 3 months. In court the officer recommended 3 months for me the judge gave my 6 because I blew more then double the legal limit. Which is not fair. When you get a dui no one is help ful as to what your sopposed to do. So every step of the way I learned something new. You go to the Operator control. They say you have to turn in your liceance at the dmv. You do that you come back. They say you have to turn in your plates too. You do that you come back. Opps i have 2 registered cars. So you do that you come back and thats it. They dont tell you what else you have to do. So I wait the 6 months then they are like ok you need to do driver retraining. I sign up for that 350 bucks, I hear nothing about the classes for 2 months. Call them up and they say oh ok we sent it to the wrong address go to lincoln to take class. I Do that . Then I get something in the mail saying I missed my assment with a councler. I have to pay 50 fee for missing appointment. Tell them I didnt know anything about this. They dont want to hear it. Granted I have stopped drinking since the DUI for the most part and that was about 12 months ago. The councler Seems to think I have a drinking problem and recomends alchol treatment. This is bullshit. Here is how the conversation went with the councler. Him, How many beers do you drink at one time. Me, Oh I dont drink anymore sir. If I do it would be 1-2 beers. Him ok so you are saying 5-6. Me. Me no really, None if anything 1-2. him. Ok so Ill just go ahead and mark you down for 5-6. Then he ask, In the past year have you ever drank more than you planned to. The point is this test is designed to make you fail. So he recommends alcohol treatement for 3 months. Bogus. I call the place he recommends. They dont except my insurance. I call around found a place in woonsocket that says they take my insurance. I go and set it up and they keep telling me to wait a week, Cause of a waiting list. Then come to find they dont take my insurance even tho the billing debt said they did. So thats where I am. I recommend to anyone and everyone to avoid this situation. At all cost. It is not worth it. Truelly think before you drive. The penalty is stiff. Almost too stiff. It does not fit the crime. Thats just the way it is and will always be.I have learned some things tho. I know now that I did have a drinking problem. That was when I was 20-24 So I didnt really have a problem at the time of DUI at all. I never believed in things like ADD, Alcoholism, Depression. They were all made up diseases to me. After seeing this stuff first hand through friends and family. Maybe I am starting to believe. I do still think most parents over medicate children and ADD is a made up thing. I just really want this whole dui to be over with. So I can move on. And now it turns out Im a criminal.So please dont drink and drive people, It is not worth it. Next time you go somewhere see if you can have fun with out drinking. If not then you probably have a drinking problem. I have always pointed out to my friends that you cant smoke pot forever you have to quit sometime. Well as unpopular as this may make me. I am not drinking and driving anymore. And I havent since the arrest last easter. I Pretty much will not be drinking at all. The bar life is over rated. And drinking has effected my memory. I look forward to getting it back. People also want to know how many beers can you drink, to be safe to drive. This would ammount to 1 beer per hour to be legally safe to drive. Tuff to measure, and no one drinks this little. And a mixed drink is the equivalent to 3 drinks. The point is if you drink Dont drive.

Virtual mix cd

VIRTUAL MIX CD
VIRTUAL MIX CD VOL 1(anyone with a lime wire download these songs, this is for anyone who wants to hear some new music you may have never heard. I always enjoy making people mix cds. Even back in the day when it was just filled with Alien ant farm, and our lady peace. We've come a long way kid this is for all of you. Send me a virtual mix in return and I will download them. Hell ill even pay for them on itunes. I def am intersted in your thoughts on this cd. The mood of it, and the thoughts on individual songs)

1. - I dont want to die in the hospital - Conor oberst

2. - Jerusalem - Dan bern

3. - Aint no reason - Brett Dennen

4. - Toronto - Trophy Scars

5. - Creep - Ingrid Michaelson

6. - Bella - Angus & Julia Stone

7. - Skinny Love - Bon Iver

8. - Fight Song -The appleseed Cast

9. - Heartless (kanye cover) - The fray

10. - Rolling Sea - Vetiver

11. - Paper Aeroplane - Angus & Julia Stone

12. - Chloroform Perfume - From automn to ashes

13. - Mad World - Gary Jules

14. - Wrecking Ball - Mother Mother

15. - Behind the wall - Tracey Chapman

16. - When Doves Cry - The be good tanyas

17. - Gotta have you - The weepies

18. - Turn up the faders - Nathan Asher and the infantry

19. - Say it to me now - Glen Hansard (if you havent done so watch the movie once it is really good)

20. - Devil Town - Bright Eyes

OK so there you have it, my new mix. Please comment me a mix of your own if your into sharing music. And let me know of your thoughts. There is 4 cover songs on this album which is completly random. Not on purpose.

Top 10 reasons I hate the Unite states of America. in no particular order

By Todd LaRiviere

1. As an agnostic, or atheist or overall believer in doubt I am the minority in this country, With no clear representation in Washington.

2. Texas

3. Fox news

4. The free market and the fact that rich which men have tricked poor white men into feeling bad about tax on the rich, and social ideas like Health care. (they have also tricked middle class into thinking some day they will be upper class if they "just work hard enough")

5. The NRA.

6. The fact that my ex g/f doesn't believe you can get real news from Real time, and the Daily show.

7. The fact that guy from super size me, thinks McDonald's should be sued for making Americans fat.

8. Fast Food (overall fat people. I fought with a bunch of Europeans that Americans were not all fat. And we looked around and everyone in the area was fat. I lost this fight)

9. Racism

10. Banks - how is there not one bank to open that would eliminate overdraft fees on poor, dumb Americans who can not keep track of their accounts. Yes I feel bad for this poor idiots even tho I work at bank of America.

Gramism's

Todds StoryI remember going to the beach house in Scarborough, when one day Gram had asked if We would like to go buy some spray paint. I remember thinking that was extremly cool. Then she took us down to the beach, and we walked along the rocks to this great big rock. That I still go to till this day. And everytime I went to the beach I would bring my friends to this rock. It was a cool place to hang out and had a pool of water that was always super warm. At the time we would jump into and swim there. She brough us to the rock, and we spray painted all over it, what Im sure was illegal to do, being encourage by gramm! I remember I wrote Todd loves jen. Ha, kinda lame. Gram didnt make me feel lame though. also I remember sleeping on a hammock and she poured water on my face to wake me up. Grrrrrrrrr.

Jared has a story...

Jared remembers going to a mountain somewhere in New England with Gram and Jessica. Gram mission was going to teach him to ski. He recalled he was around 6 or 7 years old at the time. Jessica being a year older physically (10 yearns emotionally) was already a novice kid skier from Gram's teaching. Jared recalls wobbling on the top of the slope with Gram and Jess, and being unable to get the hang of skiing. No matter what Gram did, he could not get the hang of skiing. So instead of Gram becoming angry or humiliating him into skiing, she simply just told him to sit as she and Jess went down the slope for their run. BUT as Jared sat he noticed Jessica and Gram hovering over head on the T-Bar going up the slope. Gram giving him a friendly wave and Jess giving him a "teasing" point and laughing. The funny part was this happened again, then it happened again, all Jared could remember is that this went on the whole day as he simply sat in the spot where Gram had left him, watching them hovering over head and then skiing past him down the slope. Jared to this day shows no interest in skiing. He learned a valuable lesson on tough love from Gram, and the battle of stubbornness. As Jess and Gram enjoyed a cocoa by the fire, Jared got to enjoy his cocoa as he sat in a luke warm tub of water, thawing his bum.

Adam has a story...

Adam recalls the beach at Scarborough when he was about 12 or 13 years old. Gram and Papa would rent a beach house and take the kids on various summer weeks and weekends. One of Grams favorite things to do with the kids was to venture to the beach. One day Adam watched as Gram caught a wave and float towards the beach. He was pretty impressed with this technique, not requiring a board, and asked Gram for a quick lesson. Gram was pleased as punch to show him her unique skill of "Body Surfing" ; she even STEPPED it up. The funny part was that she really stuck out in the crowd. Not only was she the only adult body surfing, she did it without inhibitions She would stand out awaiting the next wave, and as it approached Gram would dive under, not once lifting her head or arms out of her surf. The funny part about this was that while she held her head under water, she was blind to where she was surfing, so anyone or child in her way would get a piece of a "Gram Body Surf". She would glide not only to the edge of the water, but up onto the beach, leaving the infamous Gram body print. Adam remembers her laughing sandy face as she jumped up to go back and do it again. Before long the "pied piper" of body surfing had her grandchildren all trying it out, along with other straggler children from along the beach. She was Adam's body surfing hero, he was taught well. Due to his size, God help anyone that gets caught up in an "Adam's Body Surf" today. Thanks Gram, we have yet to see another adult body surfer enjoying themselves as much on a hot summer day.

Casey has a story...

He was at the beach with Gram, probably Scarborough, when he was around 13. Gram had asked him if he would like to go for a run down the beach. Casey being quite the athlete in training at the time said "sure", now was his time to show Gram how athletic he was. As they began to run down the beach, Casey, noticed Gram striding a bit ahead of him, so his pride made him kick it up a notch. Every time he picked up the pace, Gram would step up her stride as well, exponentially. Soon she was way out in front and Casey could not catch up to "the Gram" in her full stride. In typical Gram manner, she taunted him like the "Gingerbread Man" with one eye brow up, and giggly like a school girl, vanishing down the beach. (She's probably still running today...)

Phil has a story...

Not really a story, more of an observation. I remember going out to eat with both Joe and Mildred on many occasions as they visited on their many trips to New England. Eileen and I would meet Joe and Mildred at a restaurant, leaving the kids at home to fend for themselves. Without fail, Mildred was always attracted by others around us, particularly children at neighboring tables. It would seem she would have a secret connection and body language with these children as she completely ignored the table talk and simply made faces and gestures at these new friends. (Much to Papa's chagrin). I swear if she could, she would have dragged her chair over to these other tables and start playing patty cake with her new found friends. But Papa would keep her in check and pull her back in to the conversations at hand. I know this to be a good trait of Mildred, its what made her so accepting of my children as her grandchildren. NOT once did I ever doubt her acceptance of my children as her own. For this I will always remember Gram, as a special grandmother and woman. "May Mildred be blessed with a seat at the smaller kid's table in heaven at dinner time."