New Show!

Finaly have a show to...well...show. It's called BRAMS. Which is short for Bonnie Ruberg is A Moron Show. Just like it sounds it's a show about Bonnie Rubergs writings. Episode 1 is about her column Playing Dirty: Good enough to eat. I'm doing the show with Joe and we'll be doing it every other week, maybe every week. I have some other shows on the way as well. One's a movie review show called The reView. That'll be coming very soon and will have video...hopefully. So please check out the show. Tell me what you think. You can listen to BRAMS here. but please go to itunes, popcurrent.com, digg.com and podcastpickle.com and vote our show up!

Love

Being in love is one of the greatest and worst things that can happen to you. I mean first you have to figure out if your really in love or just in love with the idea of being in love. You could also just be in love with the fact that you have someone else there to be in love with (this last one almost always leads to truly being in love with the other person). Any way you cut it when you figure out that your in love with the other person you open your self up to a room of hurt. It's as if you walked into a room of 7th grade bullies, that only goal in life, is to kick the living shit out of you. To bad you don't notice this till you halfway to the ground. It sadly really doesn't seem to hurt till you see the blood trickling out your nose. Most of the time you get up (leave the relationship) cut you loses and start to mend your wounds. The best part is you end up doing it all again the moment you fall in love with the next women that crosses your path. Yes there are times when everything works out great and you open the door to a bed of roses with a soft down made of gold. But with most things in the life, that is not the case. Love hurts. Those pedals had a stem at one point and that stem has a shit load of thorns, all for you. Just be glad that you have to go through this with someone you love and not someone you hate. You never know you might make it to the rose pedal gold downed room after all. Just remember it's going to hurt a little getting there. But then again...isn't everything worth while painful on some level. Finally we come to the last path that love likes to take. It's the one I'm currently in. It involves you walking into that room with all the bullies. Taking an ass whooping and then getting up and asking for more. Now I know that sounds bad. Like it's a dysfunctional relationship or something. But the fact of the matter is that I'm deeply in love with this women and would take the on the whole god damned world for her. Maybe that stupid. I've been called worse. People might say to give up the relationships, it's over. I say, I will when there's nothing worth fighting for. These I think are the relation ships that truly stand that test of time. Lets face it all relationships have there hardships, yes some more than others. I think the reason so many people get divorced and are unhappy is because there not willing to fight for what they want. You have to work at a relation ship other wise they crumble. I bet you can count on one had how many people from school you still talk to on a regular basis. I guess in the end all you can hope for is that the person you love is fighting for you just like your fighting for them. Maybe you have to face the room full of bullies together to make it to the gold downed rose pedal room of life.

Plastic Surgery Is Just Around The Corner

I figured before my website gets it's over due face lift that I should let everyone know that....well, my website is going to be getting an over due face lift. This is all due to Joe who has been researching and getting everything ready for me. He's been extremely busy the last few weeks (or has it been months. Maybe it's been years) so just as soon as things cool down for him we'll really be able to get the ball rolling. Hopefully everything will go smoothly and before you know it you'll be hearing more crap about what's going on in my life (with more cuss words this time!.....if I have the balls to keep them in. I'm not sure if my family reads my web site) and of course more of my writing, movie, and up coming projects.

She Calls Herself Estelle

I didn't write this. Just felt I needed to put it up on my site. The author of this poem goes by the name Estelle. I'm not sure if that's her real name or not...but I have a feeling that her middle name rhymes with "meth". But I could be wrong. Enjoy. I am sorry, but I couldn’t help it I just got angry. You both make me so mad. I don’t understand how you can say those things to me. You know they hurt me and make me cry. I’ve told you so many times before. I really want to hate you, but I wont, I can’t hate you, I care about you. It would be so much easier to endure your taunts. If I hated you I wouldn’t care, If I hated you it wouldn’t hurt so bad. You are a passerby that I talk to. No one of real importance, Though I thought of you as a friend. I know you hate me, but must you make me cry? You were my best friend, I confided in you, I told you everything. I never lied to you, I never betrayed you. I would have stayed with you until the very end, But you let me go. You told me you were tired of being the good guy, That you were going to be a jerk. Being the good guy never required you to let go. I loved you, and I still do.. But the sun will rise tomorrw, And life will continue moving at it's normal pace. The only thing i can ask of you, Is that you forgive me. I know i'll never be with you, It was my fault, I didn't listen to you. It was easer not to, It was less painful, I didn't want to think. I didn't want to think about you, About how much i care for you. About how much i wanted you to say; "Don't go, please, I want you. I want you in my life". Here's the truth, I want you. I want you in my life, Even if it is just as a friend.