A west Michigan man and his dog saved a child from getting hit by a bus. Apparently, Abe Young (29) and his dog, Lucy Young (35 in dog years) were going for a walk when they saw 10 year old Jamal Jenkins cross before a bus. Abe and Lucy ran in front of the bus and pushed Jenkins to safety. Jenkins first reaction was to punch Young in the grill which led to the worst ass whooping the child ever received. Everything settled down when Jenkins realized how close he was to being killed, then everyone had a good laugh.
You may remember Abe Young from other stories such as "Man Saves Dog From Aligator" and "West Michigan Man At It Again" where he foiled a bank robbery. This humble man, who ask for nothing in return, is a genuine hero. He may be Superman. I think as human beings we need to look at ourselves and ask, what can I do to be more like Abe.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
5 Ways To Become A Savage Conservative
5) Denounce the evil Democrats
4) Stop acting like a pussy
3) Grow a mustache
2) Believe that we are justified in whatever we do concerning foreign policy.
1) Hang out with me
4) Stop acting like a pussy
3) Grow a mustache
2) Believe that we are justified in whatever we do concerning foreign policy.
1) Hang out with me
Thursday, March 12, 2009
My Good Friend, David Villaverde
It was around October of 2002 when I met Verde. He was a 17 year old punk who was very opinionated and too smart for his own good. Not much has changed except for his age, his weight (fat bastard), and his status as a college graduate.
I must say that I have had some interesting times with the old chap. One of my first memories of David was duct taping him to a chair when he was passed out drunk. Doesn't sound very funny, huh, that's because you weren't there to see him lean his head forward and puke all over his crotch.
Knowing Verde over the years I have noticed that their are two sides to this young man. There is the primitive, savage side that comes out during whiskey binges. The primal beast slurring his words as if they were the first to ever be spoken. That look of confusion and fear that lead an animal to attack its own kind. Laughter bellowing from his bowels like some kind of demonic mating call. The other side, which he can probably thank his parents for, is a deep instilled fear of not being a righteous man. He can probably thank Catholicism for that as well. These are two sides that we all tangle with from time to time but for a Catholic who is half Peruvian, it can be a little bit more confusing.
Today I spoke with my dear friend and heard him utter words that sent a shiver up my spine. He is ready to quit drinking and get his priorities straightened out. I was dumbfounded and felt myself at a loss for words. What do you say to your friend when he tells you that he has lost his faith? A part of me wanted to cry out and say please tell me that you are not abandoning me. I didn't, however, because I know that every addict has his or her moment when they are sick and tired of being sick and tired. It goes without saying that the drug does conquer the great ones occasionally. It is a never ending battle. We lose men on the front lines and we recruit more to further the cause.
Unfortunately, Verde has been placed on probation and has no choice but to comply with the law. They are making him blow the plastic dick everyday (so he says). He may be lying to me because of some god awful epiphany that has plagued his brain. Either way it doesn't matter, he made it clear that when he is off probation he plans to continue this life of sobriety.
I will end this little piece with the 12 steps. Perhaps he can find serenity in these words. The next time that you speak with him, he may insist that you accompany him to an AA meeting. I pray for your soul, David.
1) We admitted that we were powerless over alcohol- that our lives had become unmanagable.
2) Came to believe that a power greater than ourselves could restore us back to sanity.
3) Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood him.
4) Made a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves.
5) Admitted to God, to ourselves, and to another human being the exact nature of our wrongs.
6) Were entirely ready to have God remove all these defects of character.
7) Humbly asked God to remove our shortcomings.
8) Made a list of all persons we had harmed, and became willing to make amends to them all.
9) Made direct amends to such people whenever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others.
10)Continued to take personal inventory and when we were wrong promptly admitted it.
11)Sought through prayer and meditation to improve our conscious contact with God as we understood God, praying only for the knowledge of God's will for us and the power to carry that out.
12)Having had a spiritual awakening as a result of these steps, we tried to carry this message to other addicts, and to practice these principals in all of our affairs.
Dear God, man. I think typing the steps has done something to me. Are there any meetings at 4:10 in the morning I wonder. No more stinking thinking, I'm going straight and narrow from here on out.
I must say that I have had some interesting times with the old chap. One of my first memories of David was duct taping him to a chair when he was passed out drunk. Doesn't sound very funny, huh, that's because you weren't there to see him lean his head forward and puke all over his crotch.
Knowing Verde over the years I have noticed that their are two sides to this young man. There is the primitive, savage side that comes out during whiskey binges. The primal beast slurring his words as if they were the first to ever be spoken. That look of confusion and fear that lead an animal to attack its own kind. Laughter bellowing from his bowels like some kind of demonic mating call. The other side, which he can probably thank his parents for, is a deep instilled fear of not being a righteous man. He can probably thank Catholicism for that as well. These are two sides that we all tangle with from time to time but for a Catholic who is half Peruvian, it can be a little bit more confusing.
Today I spoke with my dear friend and heard him utter words that sent a shiver up my spine. He is ready to quit drinking and get his priorities straightened out. I was dumbfounded and felt myself at a loss for words. What do you say to your friend when he tells you that he has lost his faith? A part of me wanted to cry out and say please tell me that you are not abandoning me. I didn't, however, because I know that every addict has his or her moment when they are sick and tired of being sick and tired. It goes without saying that the drug does conquer the great ones occasionally. It is a never ending battle. We lose men on the front lines and we recruit more to further the cause.
Unfortunately, Verde has been placed on probation and has no choice but to comply with the law. They are making him blow the plastic dick everyday (so he says). He may be lying to me because of some god awful epiphany that has plagued his brain. Either way it doesn't matter, he made it clear that when he is off probation he plans to continue this life of sobriety.
I will end this little piece with the 12 steps. Perhaps he can find serenity in these words. The next time that you speak with him, he may insist that you accompany him to an AA meeting. I pray for your soul, David.
1) We admitted that we were powerless over alcohol- that our lives had become unmanagable.
2) Came to believe that a power greater than ourselves could restore us back to sanity.
3) Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood him.
4) Made a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves.
5) Admitted to God, to ourselves, and to another human being the exact nature of our wrongs.
6) Were entirely ready to have God remove all these defects of character.
7) Humbly asked God to remove our shortcomings.
8) Made a list of all persons we had harmed, and became willing to make amends to them all.
9) Made direct amends to such people whenever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others.
10)Continued to take personal inventory and when we were wrong promptly admitted it.
11)Sought through prayer and meditation to improve our conscious contact with God as we understood God, praying only for the knowledge of God's will for us and the power to carry that out.
12)Having had a spiritual awakening as a result of these steps, we tried to carry this message to other addicts, and to practice these principals in all of our affairs.
Dear God, man. I think typing the steps has done something to me. Are there any meetings at 4:10 in the morning I wonder. No more stinking thinking, I'm going straight and narrow from here on out.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
The Joy Ride
Anyone who knows me will tell you that I am an alcoholic. I am aware of my terrible and unrewarding affliction. I remember clearly the day that this realization hit me. The morning of June 15th 1994 I awoke in the hospital at age 15. The night before I received or you could say earned a DUI.
My stepfather was out of town on business. This left dear old mom alone to supervise which she never really was good at doing. Earlier in the day myself and my friend Brad stole a case of beer from his father's beer distributor. Now we needed girls. Getting girls wasn't hard for a couple of horny teens who had beer.
The party started around 10:00 at night. My mother had gone down to her room in the basement to sleep. This left the first and second floor open for business. Our little girl friends came over and we had a pretty good time. Drinking, sucking face, and even a little pot. It was shaping up to be a good night.
It was around 2 in the morning when the girls finally left. The party was over and the beer was gone. "What to do", I thought to myself. That was when I made the most foolish mistake of my life and I've made some pretty bad decisions.
My parents Dodge Ram conversion fan sat in the driveway unaware of its death which would take place shortly. I hopped in the giant beast and started on down the road. My friend Tyler, God bless his soul, gave chase and caught up with me before I had a chance to get very far. He jumped in to convince me otherwise. I assured him that it would be a quick drive around the neighborhood. An hour later after driving all over town it was time to get back.
The whole time I had the van out I hadn't really tested her. I wanted to feel the power of the engine. I wanted to see what she was made of and so I did. I reached a residental road a couple of blocks from my home. At the end of this road you could take a left or a right but there was no going straight. At least not for normal motorist but I was hardly normal and not a legal driver to begin with. We were moving. The last I looked at the spedometer it read 95 mph. Then I looked up and realized that we were fucked.
At the end of this road was a house straight ahead that sat back from the road. The entrance to the driveway started off from my left and snaked down in front of me. I hit the curb and was airborne for 75 feet. When I landed it was on top of a car which shot out from under the van like a bullet. Next came the swing set which instantly crumbled. And then came the telephone poll which came crashing down on the van flatening it like a pancake.
When I came around the dashboard was lying on my lap. The doors wouldn't open so we had to climb out of the passenger side window. The first thing I said was, "Lets take it home and fix it." There was no fixing this vehicle especially when the engine was half laying on the ground.
The sirens were roaring and the residents were out in the street. The police were there within 2 minutes. Quick response time. They hauled me off in an ambulance. When the lights shut off I started singing "When The Music is Over" by The Doors. I wonder what the paramedics must have thought.
Later the police would tell me that if I had hit the curb a couple more feet to my right, I would have gone through the daughter's bedroom. Fortunately I didn't kill anyone. I wasn't even wearing a seat belt so I'm lucky that I didn't kill myself. One year of probation and $1000 in fines. Took it pretty easy on me.
My stepfather was out of town on business. This left dear old mom alone to supervise which she never really was good at doing. Earlier in the day myself and my friend Brad stole a case of beer from his father's beer distributor. Now we needed girls. Getting girls wasn't hard for a couple of horny teens who had beer.
The party started around 10:00 at night. My mother had gone down to her room in the basement to sleep. This left the first and second floor open for business. Our little girl friends came over and we had a pretty good time. Drinking, sucking face, and even a little pot. It was shaping up to be a good night.
It was around 2 in the morning when the girls finally left. The party was over and the beer was gone. "What to do", I thought to myself. That was when I made the most foolish mistake of my life and I've made some pretty bad decisions.
My parents Dodge Ram conversion fan sat in the driveway unaware of its death which would take place shortly. I hopped in the giant beast and started on down the road. My friend Tyler, God bless his soul, gave chase and caught up with me before I had a chance to get very far. He jumped in to convince me otherwise. I assured him that it would be a quick drive around the neighborhood. An hour later after driving all over town it was time to get back.
The whole time I had the van out I hadn't really tested her. I wanted to feel the power of the engine. I wanted to see what she was made of and so I did. I reached a residental road a couple of blocks from my home. At the end of this road you could take a left or a right but there was no going straight. At least not for normal motorist but I was hardly normal and not a legal driver to begin with. We were moving. The last I looked at the spedometer it read 95 mph. Then I looked up and realized that we were fucked.
At the end of this road was a house straight ahead that sat back from the road. The entrance to the driveway started off from my left and snaked down in front of me. I hit the curb and was airborne for 75 feet. When I landed it was on top of a car which shot out from under the van like a bullet. Next came the swing set which instantly crumbled. And then came the telephone poll which came crashing down on the van flatening it like a pancake.
When I came around the dashboard was lying on my lap. The doors wouldn't open so we had to climb out of the passenger side window. The first thing I said was, "Lets take it home and fix it." There was no fixing this vehicle especially when the engine was half laying on the ground.
The sirens were roaring and the residents were out in the street. The police were there within 2 minutes. Quick response time. They hauled me off in an ambulance. When the lights shut off I started singing "When The Music is Over" by The Doors. I wonder what the paramedics must have thought.
Later the police would tell me that if I had hit the curb a couple more feet to my right, I would have gone through the daughter's bedroom. Fortunately I didn't kill anyone. I wasn't even wearing a seat belt so I'm lucky that I didn't kill myself. One year of probation and $1000 in fines. Took it pretty easy on me.
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