Week 3. Well, I knew last week would get me in a little trouble but it aint no thang. Everything is everything.
This week…let’s see…Ah yes. This one is relevant and recently on my mind. I wrote this poem a few years back. I was still living in Utah I suppose and I went back home to Alamo for a short visit. I show up at church and I see this girl and I am struck down with a familiar feeling. You see I can fall for a girl in a glance. Usually it is because of a pretty smile attached to a pretty face. I know exactly what I like and when I see it…I don’t know why but it hits me like, BAM!
There she was. I got nervous for a good reason…she was gorgeous. I had never seen her before which made me feel like I had been cheated my whole life. I didn’t know there were ones like this out there!
Anyways, I probed and found out a little bit about her. Her name was (and I suppose it still is) Ariel. Yes, just like the Little Mermaid. She did have a Disney Princess thing going on...like, I don't think she is real. I didn’t have much of an opportunity to talk to her. It all kind of just happened and was over with nothing to show for it.
A few hours later, with her face still fresh in my mind, I got on a plane to head back to Utah and I wrote this poem about her. There were bits of prophesy which came true. I never did lay eyes on her again.
Restless
I can’t sleep
I can’t get comfortable
I can’t even speak
I can’t believe my eyes
Awestruck, frozen, un-fearless
And intimidated needless to say
I have so much to say
And no way to make words
Courage, in a time like this
Would be a guilty pleasure
More wasted feelings
It’s likely my eyes
Will never have that pleasure again
Sometimes a memory isn’t enough
I crave for more
I long for something to remind me
Did I really just see her?
You are more than beautiful
As you fade away
Isn’t there another way?
I lived in Utah, she in California and if I recall I she may have had an on-again-off-again boyfriend which complicated the situation. I guess our moms knew each other so I got her email address and we emailed a few times and that is the story.
The reason this poem is on my mind because a couple of weeks ago I have some strange married lady with a kid add me to her friends list on myspace. About a week ago I ask her if I know her. That sort of hurt her feelings because I didn’t remember her. She jogged my memory and it all came rushing back to me. It was her...and here she is. Click!
Monday, September 17, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
A Crooked Babbling Brooke - Poem of the Week
I’ll put up a disclaimer up knowing that this will get imported to facebook and the person who inspired this poem may very well end up reading it. I think lyrically this is one of my favorite poems. Not because of what it says but how it is said.
Check it, I love your guts, you know this. It was my fault for falling so quickly for you back then…but then again it was your fault for being so easy to fall for. ;)
Here is the story. I have a bunch of other poems about this attempt at a relationship. What can I say it impacted me. It takes place about 4 years ago in Provo. My boy Dave introduces me to this girl and she was stacked; so easy on the eyes and so much fun. It was one of those moments that when I saw her, I smiled and I knew I was totally screwed. It happens to me on occasion. I can make up my mind to like some one in an instant. It is a weakness and fault that I have. It has caused me quite a bit of pain in my life thus far.
I fell hard knowing full well that it was a dangerous path I was taking. Anyhow, we had so much fun hanging out and being friends and just comfortable with each other. After going out and being together and feeling like things were cool I started to worry and feel like she wasn’t on the same path…we weren’t really walking towards each other…more so parallel…I guess. I dealt with my insecurities and doubts the best I could but the time came that I couldn’t hold out any longer and I had to find out what, if anything, was going to happen.
So we’re text messaging and I ask the question. I don’t remember what it was exactly but it got me an answer. One I dreaded. It said, roughly, 'blah blah blah, something something something, but I’m not physically or sexually attracted to you.'
Ow. I mean, I appreciate the honesty, for real, I do. I don’t blame her for it, that’s just how it is sometimes. I’ve felt that as I’m sure we all have at one point…it just sucks really bad to be on the receiving end of it. It is that moment where the hope and the fear come together and join to somehow form a deep agony.
I hate running. I’m not a fan at all. I read that text and it all came out and all I could think to do was run. People say it is therapeutic. I say what ever works for you. But there I was, running. I ran and got tired and realized that I still had to run back. I came home and didn’t feel any better…worse now because my body hurts. Remember, I just RUNNOFT (catch the O Brother Where Art Thou reference) I’m not a runner so I shocked my body a bit.
I sat down on my bed and cleared my mind the proper Caleb Way. I let the ink spill. This is what came out.
A Crooked Babbling Brooke
What, I’m not good enough? Do I give up?
Close the door behind me?
Well, the truth hurts. And what is worse, it is blinding.
Constantly reminding me, finding my weaknesses, hiding.
Bringing me grief, stealing my peace, a thief.
She a beauty, and me, the beast.
These kinds of stories, with no happy ending, they adore me, they form me.
No more pretending, lending me fantasies that can never be, only possibilities.
My heart is adrift on random seas.
Play me a heartbreak anthem please.
I can’t breathe, with tendencies to grieve.
She’s out of my league.
It’s cold. I freeze. Oh reality!
My needs never met, bereft, upset.
Yet, I can’t forget, or let go!
Still, I know this is how it ends again.
Lacking, never packing the total package though.
I’ll be good enough for someone, somewhere, someday, maybe.
I hope…
Note: I keep hearing that 2nd to last line and while it may be true it does not bring an ounce of comfort or a hint of relief.
Check it, I love your guts, you know this. It was my fault for falling so quickly for you back then…but then again it was your fault for being so easy to fall for. ;)
Here is the story. I have a bunch of other poems about this attempt at a relationship. What can I say it impacted me. It takes place about 4 years ago in Provo. My boy Dave introduces me to this girl and she was stacked; so easy on the eyes and so much fun. It was one of those moments that when I saw her, I smiled and I knew I was totally screwed. It happens to me on occasion. I can make up my mind to like some one in an instant. It is a weakness and fault that I have. It has caused me quite a bit of pain in my life thus far.
I fell hard knowing full well that it was a dangerous path I was taking. Anyhow, we had so much fun hanging out and being friends and just comfortable with each other. After going out and being together and feeling like things were cool I started to worry and feel like she wasn’t on the same path…we weren’t really walking towards each other…more so parallel…I guess. I dealt with my insecurities and doubts the best I could but the time came that I couldn’t hold out any longer and I had to find out what, if anything, was going to happen.
So we’re text messaging and I ask the question. I don’t remember what it was exactly but it got me an answer. One I dreaded. It said, roughly, 'blah blah blah, something something something, but I’m not physically or sexually attracted to you.'
Ow. I mean, I appreciate the honesty, for real, I do. I don’t blame her for it, that’s just how it is sometimes. I’ve felt that as I’m sure we all have at one point…it just sucks really bad to be on the receiving end of it. It is that moment where the hope and the fear come together and join to somehow form a deep agony.
I hate running. I’m not a fan at all. I read that text and it all came out and all I could think to do was run. People say it is therapeutic. I say what ever works for you. But there I was, running. I ran and got tired and realized that I still had to run back. I came home and didn’t feel any better…worse now because my body hurts. Remember, I just RUNNOFT (catch the O Brother Where Art Thou reference) I’m not a runner so I shocked my body a bit.
I sat down on my bed and cleared my mind the proper Caleb Way. I let the ink spill. This is what came out.
A Crooked Babbling Brooke
What, I’m not good enough? Do I give up?
Close the door behind me?
Well, the truth hurts. And what is worse, it is blinding.
Constantly reminding me, finding my weaknesses, hiding.
Bringing me grief, stealing my peace, a thief.
She a beauty, and me, the beast.
These kinds of stories, with no happy ending, they adore me, they form me.
No more pretending, lending me fantasies that can never be, only possibilities.
My heart is adrift on random seas.
Play me a heartbreak anthem please.
I can’t breathe, with tendencies to grieve.
She’s out of my league.
It’s cold. I freeze. Oh reality!
My needs never met, bereft, upset.
Yet, I can’t forget, or let go!
Still, I know this is how it ends again.
Lacking, never packing the total package though.
I’ll be good enough for someone, somewhere, someday, maybe.
I hope…
Note: I keep hearing that 2nd to last line and while it may be true it does not bring an ounce of comfort or a hint of relief.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Introduction: Poem of the Week
I don't know if this ruins it for people...if it does just let me know, but as I listen to various songs I sometimes think about what inspired them. I sometimes wonder if it is hard for them to perform some of those songs knowing that the feelings involved are so deep, personal, and hard to reflect on. How hard is it to stand in front of thousands of people and recall the all of those feelings and emotions that caused that song to be written.
I also find it amazing that a song can so succinctly describe a frame of mind or a certain emotion that I am feeling. I'd love to ask some these artists about how the song came to be. How and why did it get written?
In that light, I am going to explain a poem that I wrote each week (hopefully) to give people insight into that inspiration.
I wrote this poem reflecting on one of the nights that I hold closest to my heart. In the moment there wasn't any place I would have rather been. I sometimes wish I could relive that moment on repeat until the day that might actually get tired of it.
It was near the end of October 2006 and I took a trip to California and met my love interest at the time. My dad and I picked her up at the airport and headed to our beach house in Carmel. We had dinner and got settled a bit. It was probably past 11 when we took a walk down to the beach. The poem gives a sound narrative of the scenery and surroundings. It was very memorable to me. The title came from a song by Dashboard Confessional called Dusk and Summer. The line is in there at the beginning. I think these are somewhat sister songs.
I didn't write the poem for many months after. We had broken up and I still remembered and longed for this day. I know what we felt that night and I am waiting to feel that again. I don't know when, where, or with who it will be, but truly, I wait and hope for it. So while this poem holds some sadness in the fact that it is a happiness that didn't last the way I'd hoped, it gave me perspective into what is possible, and that is why this poem is a happy one.
Down By the Shore
We made our way in the darkness,
Down the path and steps
Towards a sandy beach below that awaited us, we crept
The fire burning in our hearts was enough to keep us warm
Yet we were met, a fire left burning, flickering on the shore
As strong waves crashed and stars filled the sky
We stood in the sand in the moonless night
We walked towards the sound of breaking swells
Breathing in the ocean's air, love had cast its spell
Hand in hand; then eye-to-eye Then lip to lip and finally a kiss
Cherishing the moments,
I held you by the fire's side
Holding to each other closely, shooting stars sparked the sky
Clinging to the seconds, pleading as they passed
To slow them down forever, so this night might last
I also find it amazing that a song can so succinctly describe a frame of mind or a certain emotion that I am feeling. I'd love to ask some these artists about how the song came to be. How and why did it get written?
In that light, I am going to explain a poem that I wrote each week (hopefully) to give people insight into that inspiration.
I wrote this poem reflecting on one of the nights that I hold closest to my heart. In the moment there wasn't any place I would have rather been. I sometimes wish I could relive that moment on repeat until the day that might actually get tired of it.
It was near the end of October 2006 and I took a trip to California and met my love interest at the time. My dad and I picked her up at the airport and headed to our beach house in Carmel. We had dinner and got settled a bit. It was probably past 11 when we took a walk down to the beach. The poem gives a sound narrative of the scenery and surroundings. It was very memorable to me. The title came from a song by Dashboard Confessional called Dusk and Summer. The line is in there at the beginning. I think these are somewhat sister songs.
I didn't write the poem for many months after. We had broken up and I still remembered and longed for this day. I know what we felt that night and I am waiting to feel that again. I don't know when, where, or with who it will be, but truly, I wait and hope for it. So while this poem holds some sadness in the fact that it is a happiness that didn't last the way I'd hoped, it gave me perspective into what is possible, and that is why this poem is a happy one.
Down By the Shore
We made our way in the darkness,
Down the path and steps
Towards a sandy beach below that awaited us, we crept
The fire burning in our hearts was enough to keep us warm
Yet we were met, a fire left burning, flickering on the shore
As strong waves crashed and stars filled the sky
We stood in the sand in the moonless night
We walked towards the sound of breaking swells
Breathing in the ocean's air, love had cast its spell
Hand in hand; then eye-to-eye Then lip to lip and finally a kiss
Cherishing the moments,
I held you by the fire's side
Holding to each other closely, shooting stars sparked the sky
Clinging to the seconds, pleading as they passed
To slow them down forever, so this night might last
Thursday, August 30, 2007
The Art of the Heckle
I love googling myself...especially when gems like this pop up.
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Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Ketamine! Ketamine!
I went in last week to get the 4 screws removed that attached Bethany, my fixator, to my leg. I was told it would be easy, like tearing re-bar out of concrete. Though, it was a quick procedure from what I understand. I spent more time in recovery than I did in the operating room.
My anesthesiologist Dr. Butler told me that he was going to use a drug called Ketamine. He went into some details about the drug. Apparently Ketamine is closely related to PCP. It puts you in a “disassociative mind state.” He explained that I wouldn’t be unconscious but I’d have no idea anything was going on. Basically it makes you just crazy enough and out of touch from your brain that you don’t realize what is going on…or feel anything.
Butler asked me if I like any specific music. I hesitated for a minute and my mom jumped in and said that I like Pink Floyd. She was exactly right; I do like Pink Floyd. Butler told me he had Tool covering The Wall. I thought, ‘should be interesting, good enough.’
Dr. Maling, my podiatrist and surgeon, walked up and Butler asked him, “Do you have any Pink Floyd on your iPod?” Maling’s response…with a big knowing smile ”Why, you giving him Ketamine?” I knew right then I was in for it…what ‘IT’ was wasn’t clear.
Butler injects my IV with the pharmaceutical PCP and a few moments later things get fuzzy. I’m not out though. In fish-eyed lens vision I see the strange lights above me as I get rolled into the operating room. I then hear the music and the words, “We don’t need no education.” It was indeed Tool covering Another Brick in the Wall Part 2 by Pink Floyd. Since I was still “coherent” I tried to make a joke about how the 4 or 5 doctors around me shouldn’t listen to the words and that they should be educated so they don’t mess up my leg. That was the last clear thought I had for about an hour.
Next thing I know I’m rapping the song Business by Eminem; precisely, I was later told. As they wheeled me out I could feel the movement. This is when I realized that my being had split into two. Basically there were 2 of me from this point on. Let me try to explain.
My eyes weren’t working…but they were. Huh? Yeah, exactly. One side of me was active, talking, seeing, interacting with my surroundings. Call this person Caleb. The other side of me that was there was trying to comprehend it. It was like a passive observer, like a driving instructor, just there to watch and maybe keep things in line. Call this person Dan, not my dad but my middle name. It was like I was split in two and they were very distinct and separate from each other.
It was as I was being wheeled out of the OR, finishing my Eminem song, that my two sides formally were introduced.
Dan: Wow you are really trippin out right now.
Caleb: I know, it’s awesome Let's see where this goes.
A hallucinogenic curtain rushes over me. It’s light pink but turns to pale yellow. It is a flowing, wind blown curtain, almost like water in a river, fluid. I actually see the curtain. I know I’m trippin. I also know there is nothing I can do to stop it. So I embrace it and coast into Ketamine’s special world.
A doctor on hand told me that as I was being wheeled to recovery there was a cute nurse that Caleb decided to flirt with. “Hey there cute nurse. How are you? You should come to my recovery station.” Dan remembers none of it.
Slowly Dan became more aware of his surroundings and found that Caleb is a real blabbermouth. The kid won’t shut up. He’s talking and talking and singing…it is nonstop. As Dan’s vision starts to come back in millisecond flashes, Caleb talks about everything that is being seen. Dan realizes Caleb is socializing, making jokes, and that he can’t stop him. So Dan just takes notes.
Caleb: Ketamine, kids buy this stuff on the street. They shouldn’t be doing drugs but I can see why they are. This stuff is awesome. Ketamine, Ketamine.”
“Recovery. Recovery Phase. Recovery Phase 1” (I was reading the sign hanging from the ceiling.)
“Hey what’s your name?” She tells me but like in normal life I didn’t listen closely. “Hey your hair has blonde streaks in it. That’s not natural is it? I like it.”
Caleb starts talking to the nurses. “My mom wants some Kentucky Fried Chicken.” The nurse tells me I shouldn’t eat any KFC. I babbled on about this and that. Sometimes I think I was shouting. The nurses yelled at me a couple of times telling me I was scaring the kid next to me in the recovery room. Dan pipes in, “I’m sorry kid. It’s the Ketamine. I’m not accountable. Don't do drugs.”
I knew what was happening...kind of. I knew it was funny and probably a one-time thing. I was enjoying myself as I tried to grip a piece of reality here and there. Dan was constantly fighting to get in control of the situation. I wondered if I would remember any of it so I tried hard. I remember talking about how I knew how awesome the experience was. “Is anyone filming this? This is the funniest thing ever! You know how much money you could make on a TV show for this? Is anyone recording this? Where is my mom? Is she seeing this?” I needed a witness. I wanted a record of it.
Me: “Tell me I’m funny!”
Nurse: “You’re funny”
Me: “No, I want you to mean it. Tell me I’m the funniest person ever.” I’m pretty sure she ignored me. Seriously though, how many other people were possibly as funny as I was feeling?
“Babies! I love babies! Babies, babies babies! I want lots of babies!” I found out I yelled this after the fact on a subsequent visit to see the Doc.
I see Dr. Maling sitting behind the nurse’s station, “I see you laughing at me back there Maling.”
“No I’m not laughing at you.”
“You liar. I know you are.”
I look over, “Baxter! Barker!”
The nurse whispers, “It’s Bulter.” (the guy who injected me with this stuff.)
“Bulter! This stuff is awesome! Gimme a high five.”
“I can’t I have a patient on the table right now.”
“I’ll remember this!” I yell with a vindictive tone.
Suddenly in a flash, Dan realizes that Caleb has been talking in a strange high pitch voice...this whole time! In that voice Caleb and maybe it is Dan that speaks up and asks a nurse, “Why am I talking in a high pitched voice? It doesn’t make any sense.” The nurse replies, “I don't know. You should stop doing it because it will make your throat hurt.” Then I say, in my high-pitched voice, “You’re right I should talk in a normal voice.” I think it took a few minutes for me to get back to my normal voice. My doctor told me the next day that another doctor passing through heard me talking and asked, “Is that his regular voice?” To which Dr. Maling said, “No, that is the Ketamine.” A sufficient reason I am guessing since no follow up question was asked.
Something switches inside me and I start talking about Nicole. She was coming to visit the coming weekend and I hadn’t seen her since we had called it quits at the beginning of January. Caleb, but I’m sure Dan agreed, “I love Nicole. I want to marry her. I love her.” Then the thought, followed by a verbal confirmation and tears, yes I started crying, “I don’t know if she loves me. I don’t know why she is coming to visit.” More tears and more apologies to the nurses. “I’m sorry. It is the Ketamine.” I can’t let it go though. I'm losing my mind. Crying like a baby over this girl. “Nurse! You need to get my cell phone and call Nicole and tell her that I love her! Please!” The nurse respectfully declined, plus my cell phone was safe with mommy. She sits me up and feeds me a spoon full of ice slush.
Caleb and Dan are joining together more as the Special-K, as they call it on the streets, filters out of me. Dan is in full disaster clean up mode. “Jennifer!” “It’s Jessica,” she replies. “Oh sorry. Hey I didn’t ask you out on a date or anything did I? This stuff messed me up. I apologize. I embarrassed myself a lot huh?” “Not too bad,” she says, “ and no, you didn’t ask me out. I think you are in love with Nicole…at least that is what you kept saying.” Wow.
Things start coming together more and more but I am still in a daze. I apologize more. I’m close to getting released, which is a shock because I can’t feel my face. It feels like I am looking at stuff from 2 inches inside my head. No matter. The nurse asks me where my mom is, “Is she at KFC?” “No, I don’t think so. I think she’s waiting for me. Call her cell phone. The number is…925…area code 925…2…8…6…286…awe what is it…4…110? 41…00? 44…1…0?” I still don’t know what it is. They have the number written down fortunately for me. “She’s in the waiting room,” says the nurse. Jessica goes to get her. As she’s walking away I yell to her, “She’s short with blonde hair and she loves me.” Of that I was certain.
As Jessica went to get my mom, 3 other nurses gathered around to help put on my new walking boot…the walking boot that I’m not allowed to put any weight on let alone walk on. The nurses are struggling with getting the boot on and with me. One nurse grabs my foot and tries to push down on it to get into the bottom of the boot. I scream in pain and burst into tears. Whimpering in pain and pleading, “AHHHH! That hurts! Why would you do that? That hurt so bad! Just because I am out of my mind on drugs doesn’t mean I can’t feel the pain! Please, you need to be careful. That really hurt!” They stood back in some sort of bewilderment. It was like they had just seen a pig fly or a parrot doing calculus. Kind of confused, a little stunned, maybe offended, but astonished at the same time. Several more tries and a lot more careful they got it on.
Stuff is becoming clearer to me. Caleb and Dan join more fully than ever before. I can’t tell them apart anymore even though I still have a propensity to speak out about my random observations. They get me up slowly and I warn them that I might vomit. It’s happened in the past. Carefully I end up in a wheel chair and they roll me around the corner. There’s my mom sitting there patiently. I can see the worried look fade to relief when she sees I’m alive and mostly well.
The medicine at this point has faded to the point where I mostly just sit there quietly, a little dizzy, and with newborn wobbly neck syndrome. I couldn’t keep that thing straight. The nurse gave my mom a few warnings about how I may start talking about stuff that doesn’t make any sense or that I may become emotional for no apparent reason. As if! Jessica wheels me to the car. During that ride I find out that her husband, yes, the nurse I was flirting with was married, went to BYU. She was nice. I got in the back seat and tried to not get sick. I tried to not tell my mom how to drive. I just sat in the back seat…still coming down.
My sister Brooke met us at my house. I saw her look at me and I knew that she knew that I was hammered. Not my fault. She helped me get out of the car. I struggled. Leaning on her with most of my weight I inch towards my door. I had to stop every couple of steps because the hopping was making me sick.
Into bed, trace amounts of Ketamine still linger but not much. I laid there, mom and sister trying to help the helpless one. It was over. The Ketamine was gone and I had already begun to tell my story.
After visiting Dr. Maling the next day and a couple times after that I got more of the story which I included in this account. He told me I was the funniest person he had ever seen on Ketamine. I didn't even have to ask him to say it. He said that most people have a very different reaction. Most people are mean and negative. Apparently I defied the odds and Maling said I should do some stand up while on it.
The final bit of the story is that a few months later, in November, I went to get a screw pulled out of my heel. I asked the Doctor for Ketamine and he looked at me like I was crazy. "I have never had anyone ASK for Ketamine before." I explained that I had a good reaction last time and I was hoping to go for a repeat. He decline.
A nurse came up to me to finish the final prep work. This girl looked familiar to me for some reason. I look hard and ask, "Do I know you?" She replied with, "Nicole, right?" I was slightly embarrassed. She totally remembered and this was a solid 4-5 months later. My sister Brooke was there to witness that part of the story.
My anesthesiologist Dr. Butler told me that he was going to use a drug called Ketamine. He went into some details about the drug. Apparently Ketamine is closely related to PCP. It puts you in a “disassociative mind state.” He explained that I wouldn’t be unconscious but I’d have no idea anything was going on. Basically it makes you just crazy enough and out of touch from your brain that you don’t realize what is going on…or feel anything.
Butler asked me if I like any specific music. I hesitated for a minute and my mom jumped in and said that I like Pink Floyd. She was exactly right; I do like Pink Floyd. Butler told me he had Tool covering The Wall. I thought, ‘should be interesting, good enough.’
Dr. Maling, my podiatrist and surgeon, walked up and Butler asked him, “Do you have any Pink Floyd on your iPod?” Maling’s response…with a big knowing smile ”Why, you giving him Ketamine?” I knew right then I was in for it…what ‘IT’ was wasn’t clear.
Butler injects my IV with the pharmaceutical PCP and a few moments later things get fuzzy. I’m not out though. In fish-eyed lens vision I see the strange lights above me as I get rolled into the operating room. I then hear the music and the words, “We don’t need no education.” It was indeed Tool covering Another Brick in the Wall Part 2 by Pink Floyd. Since I was still “coherent” I tried to make a joke about how the 4 or 5 doctors around me shouldn’t listen to the words and that they should be educated so they don’t mess up my leg. That was the last clear thought I had for about an hour.
Next thing I know I’m rapping the song Business by Eminem; precisely, I was later told. As they wheeled me out I could feel the movement. This is when I realized that my being had split into two. Basically there were 2 of me from this point on. Let me try to explain.
My eyes weren’t working…but they were. Huh? Yeah, exactly. One side of me was active, talking, seeing, interacting with my surroundings. Call this person Caleb. The other side of me that was there was trying to comprehend it. It was like a passive observer, like a driving instructor, just there to watch and maybe keep things in line. Call this person Dan, not my dad but my middle name. It was like I was split in two and they were very distinct and separate from each other.
It was as I was being wheeled out of the OR, finishing my Eminem song, that my two sides formally were introduced.
Dan: Wow you are really trippin out right now.
Caleb: I know, it’s awesome Let's see where this goes.
A hallucinogenic curtain rushes over me. It’s light pink but turns to pale yellow. It is a flowing, wind blown curtain, almost like water in a river, fluid. I actually see the curtain. I know I’m trippin. I also know there is nothing I can do to stop it. So I embrace it and coast into Ketamine’s special world.
A doctor on hand told me that as I was being wheeled to recovery there was a cute nurse that Caleb decided to flirt with. “Hey there cute nurse. How are you? You should come to my recovery station.” Dan remembers none of it.
Slowly Dan became more aware of his surroundings and found that Caleb is a real blabbermouth. The kid won’t shut up. He’s talking and talking and singing…it is nonstop. As Dan’s vision starts to come back in millisecond flashes, Caleb talks about everything that is being seen. Dan realizes Caleb is socializing, making jokes, and that he can’t stop him. So Dan just takes notes.
Caleb: Ketamine, kids buy this stuff on the street. They shouldn’t be doing drugs but I can see why they are. This stuff is awesome. Ketamine, Ketamine.”
“Recovery. Recovery Phase. Recovery Phase 1” (I was reading the sign hanging from the ceiling.)
“Hey what’s your name?” She tells me but like in normal life I didn’t listen closely. “Hey your hair has blonde streaks in it. That’s not natural is it? I like it.”
Caleb starts talking to the nurses. “My mom wants some Kentucky Fried Chicken.” The nurse tells me I shouldn’t eat any KFC. I babbled on about this and that. Sometimes I think I was shouting. The nurses yelled at me a couple of times telling me I was scaring the kid next to me in the recovery room. Dan pipes in, “I’m sorry kid. It’s the Ketamine. I’m not accountable. Don't do drugs.”
I knew what was happening...kind of. I knew it was funny and probably a one-time thing. I was enjoying myself as I tried to grip a piece of reality here and there. Dan was constantly fighting to get in control of the situation. I wondered if I would remember any of it so I tried hard. I remember talking about how I knew how awesome the experience was. “Is anyone filming this? This is the funniest thing ever! You know how much money you could make on a TV show for this? Is anyone recording this? Where is my mom? Is she seeing this?” I needed a witness. I wanted a record of it.
Me: “Tell me I’m funny!”
Nurse: “You’re funny”
Me: “No, I want you to mean it. Tell me I’m the funniest person ever.” I’m pretty sure she ignored me. Seriously though, how many other people were possibly as funny as I was feeling?
“Babies! I love babies! Babies, babies babies! I want lots of babies!” I found out I yelled this after the fact on a subsequent visit to see the Doc.
I see Dr. Maling sitting behind the nurse’s station, “I see you laughing at me back there Maling.”
“No I’m not laughing at you.”
“You liar. I know you are.”
I look over, “Baxter! Barker!”
The nurse whispers, “It’s Bulter.” (the guy who injected me with this stuff.)
“Bulter! This stuff is awesome! Gimme a high five.”
“I can’t I have a patient on the table right now.”
“I’ll remember this!” I yell with a vindictive tone.
Suddenly in a flash, Dan realizes that Caleb has been talking in a strange high pitch voice...this whole time! In that voice Caleb and maybe it is Dan that speaks up and asks a nurse, “Why am I talking in a high pitched voice? It doesn’t make any sense.” The nurse replies, “I don't know. You should stop doing it because it will make your throat hurt.” Then I say, in my high-pitched voice, “You’re right I should talk in a normal voice.” I think it took a few minutes for me to get back to my normal voice. My doctor told me the next day that another doctor passing through heard me talking and asked, “Is that his regular voice?” To which Dr. Maling said, “No, that is the Ketamine.” A sufficient reason I am guessing since no follow up question was asked.
Something switches inside me and I start talking about Nicole. She was coming to visit the coming weekend and I hadn’t seen her since we had called it quits at the beginning of January. Caleb, but I’m sure Dan agreed, “I love Nicole. I want to marry her. I love her.” Then the thought, followed by a verbal confirmation and tears, yes I started crying, “I don’t know if she loves me. I don’t know why she is coming to visit.” More tears and more apologies to the nurses. “I’m sorry. It is the Ketamine.” I can’t let it go though. I'm losing my mind. Crying like a baby over this girl. “Nurse! You need to get my cell phone and call Nicole and tell her that I love her! Please!” The nurse respectfully declined, plus my cell phone was safe with mommy. She sits me up and feeds me a spoon full of ice slush.
Caleb and Dan are joining together more as the Special-K, as they call it on the streets, filters out of me. Dan is in full disaster clean up mode. “Jennifer!” “It’s Jessica,” she replies. “Oh sorry. Hey I didn’t ask you out on a date or anything did I? This stuff messed me up. I apologize. I embarrassed myself a lot huh?” “Not too bad,” she says, “ and no, you didn’t ask me out. I think you are in love with Nicole…at least that is what you kept saying.” Wow.
Things start coming together more and more but I am still in a daze. I apologize more. I’m close to getting released, which is a shock because I can’t feel my face. It feels like I am looking at stuff from 2 inches inside my head. No matter. The nurse asks me where my mom is, “Is she at KFC?” “No, I don’t think so. I think she’s waiting for me. Call her cell phone. The number is…925…area code 925…2…8…6…286…awe what is it…4…110? 41…00? 44…1…0?” I still don’t know what it is. They have the number written down fortunately for me. “She’s in the waiting room,” says the nurse. Jessica goes to get her. As she’s walking away I yell to her, “She’s short with blonde hair and she loves me.” Of that I was certain.
As Jessica went to get my mom, 3 other nurses gathered around to help put on my new walking boot…the walking boot that I’m not allowed to put any weight on let alone walk on. The nurses are struggling with getting the boot on and with me. One nurse grabs my foot and tries to push down on it to get into the bottom of the boot. I scream in pain and burst into tears. Whimpering in pain and pleading, “AHHHH! That hurts! Why would you do that? That hurt so bad! Just because I am out of my mind on drugs doesn’t mean I can’t feel the pain! Please, you need to be careful. That really hurt!” They stood back in some sort of bewilderment. It was like they had just seen a pig fly or a parrot doing calculus. Kind of confused, a little stunned, maybe offended, but astonished at the same time. Several more tries and a lot more careful they got it on.
Stuff is becoming clearer to me. Caleb and Dan join more fully than ever before. I can’t tell them apart anymore even though I still have a propensity to speak out about my random observations. They get me up slowly and I warn them that I might vomit. It’s happened in the past. Carefully I end up in a wheel chair and they roll me around the corner. There’s my mom sitting there patiently. I can see the worried look fade to relief when she sees I’m alive and mostly well.
The medicine at this point has faded to the point where I mostly just sit there quietly, a little dizzy, and with newborn wobbly neck syndrome. I couldn’t keep that thing straight. The nurse gave my mom a few warnings about how I may start talking about stuff that doesn’t make any sense or that I may become emotional for no apparent reason. As if! Jessica wheels me to the car. During that ride I find out that her husband, yes, the nurse I was flirting with was married, went to BYU. She was nice. I got in the back seat and tried to not get sick. I tried to not tell my mom how to drive. I just sat in the back seat…still coming down.
My sister Brooke met us at my house. I saw her look at me and I knew that she knew that I was hammered. Not my fault. She helped me get out of the car. I struggled. Leaning on her with most of my weight I inch towards my door. I had to stop every couple of steps because the hopping was making me sick.
Into bed, trace amounts of Ketamine still linger but not much. I laid there, mom and sister trying to help the helpless one. It was over. The Ketamine was gone and I had already begun to tell my story.
* * *
After visiting Dr. Maling the next day and a couple times after that I got more of the story which I included in this account. He told me I was the funniest person he had ever seen on Ketamine. I didn't even have to ask him to say it. He said that most people have a very different reaction. Most people are mean and negative. Apparently I defied the odds and Maling said I should do some stand up while on it.
* * *
The final bit of the story is that a few months later, in November, I went to get a screw pulled out of my heel. I asked the Doctor for Ketamine and he looked at me like I was crazy. "I have never had anyone ASK for Ketamine before." I explained that I had a good reaction last time and I was hoping to go for a repeat. He decline.
A nurse came up to me to finish the final prep work. This girl looked familiar to me for some reason. I look hard and ask, "Do I know you?" She replied with, "Nicole, right?" I was slightly embarrassed. She totally remembered and this was a solid 4-5 months later. My sister Brooke was there to witness that part of the story.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Ankle from the Crypt
This is the outcome of my surgery a week ago today.
That's Bethany, my fixator. She is the one in charge of making sure nothing moves. She does a great job. She's drilled into my bones.
That is the outside of my ankle. There is a screw in my heel perpendicular to the stitches.
Feel my PAIN!Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Transformers!
This is really the best movie I have seen. Go see it and tell me you didn't like it. If you don't like it....you're lame. It is pure entertainment and worth any penny you spend on it. That's my word.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Yay for Me!
A lot has been going on in my life…or has it? I found out that my left ankle is destroyed. Not the ouch I sprained my ankle destroyed but the operate on it because the ligaments are shot to pieces, your heel isn’t vertical so cut a wedge out of it to straighten it, bone spurs the size of peanuts, in permanent state of partial dislocation, you have arthritis forming destroyed sort of way. So on July 11th I go in to get it fixed. I am being told that I won’t be putting my full weight on it for 9 weeks. There goes the summer! YAY! Not that summer in Phoenix is anything to brag about…it was 111 degrees today. I am happy to finally be getting it fixed. If I waited much longer the doctor said they would have had to fuse my ankle. I don’t roll like that. Hopefully the end result will be an ankle that will last me another 28 years or more.
Work is great. I can’t complain. I have a lot going on and I am staying super busy. With this busyness comes a pay raise that I am negotiating at the moment. That makes me happy.
Despite my ankle problems I am playing softball on Monday nights and soccer on Wednesday nights. I’m pretty much hard core and still dominate; despite my ankle. I scored a goal a couple weeks ago and have 2 assists. When my team goes up by a few goals I make them put me in the field so I can run around and get some exercise. It just so happens that I can do a little something now and again out in the field. As for softball, I’m awesome. So much for humility. Sometimes I make plays where I impress myself. I’ve never been a fast person but I can react quickly and I have an arm that makes up for anything else. I am trying to get it all in before I have to stop for what will be 2-3 months.
I hope to recover quickly because my roommate is planning on starting a baseball team; that’s right, BASEBALL. The games start in August so I will probably miss most of the season. But if the opportunity presents itself and I am ok’d by the doctor then you can bet I’ll be playing. I figure I’ll play catcher and pitch when needed. No one else has the guts to play catcher but I ain’t scared. I relish the chances I’ll have to throw out people trying to steal on me.
I’m tired and I have a headache but I thought I’d take the chance to catch you up on a few things. Enjoy!
Work is great. I can’t complain. I have a lot going on and I am staying super busy. With this busyness comes a pay raise that I am negotiating at the moment. That makes me happy.
Despite my ankle problems I am playing softball on Monday nights and soccer on Wednesday nights. I’m pretty much hard core and still dominate; despite my ankle. I scored a goal a couple weeks ago and have 2 assists. When my team goes up by a few goals I make them put me in the field so I can run around and get some exercise. It just so happens that I can do a little something now and again out in the field. As for softball, I’m awesome. So much for humility. Sometimes I make plays where I impress myself. I’ve never been a fast person but I can react quickly and I have an arm that makes up for anything else. I am trying to get it all in before I have to stop for what will be 2-3 months.
I hope to recover quickly because my roommate is planning on starting a baseball team; that’s right, BASEBALL. The games start in August so I will probably miss most of the season. But if the opportunity presents itself and I am ok’d by the doctor then you can bet I’ll be playing. I figure I’ll play catcher and pitch when needed. No one else has the guts to play catcher but I ain’t scared. I relish the chances I’ll have to throw out people trying to steal on me.
I’m tired and I have a headache but I thought I’d take the chance to catch you up on a few things. Enjoy!
Saturday, May 12, 2007
It's a deep burn
I just want everyone who might read this blog to know that I love my sisters! I had so much fun chillin with them last weekend. It is so easy to laugh and love and learn. I may be the luckiest brother in world. I Love YOU Brooke, Brittany, Kara, and Krista! It's a deep burn!
Thursday, April 19, 2007
A Tasty Brew Indeed
I’m pretty sure that Henry Weinhard makes the best Rootbeer available. I have tried many varieties…IBC, A&W, Virgil’s, Barq’s, Stewarts, Shasta, Mug, generics of all kinds, and none of them can do it like a cold Weinhard’s can do it. I’ll pay the premium price because I know the difference. I challenge anyone to find a tastier Rootbeer. You give me the recommendation and I’ll give it a shot. No bias. Deal?
Oh and this guy agrees with me. I did a random Google search and found this at the top of the list. I don’t know who he is but the fact that he obviously has no life gives my independently made statement mucho credibility.
Oh and this guy agrees with me. I did a random Google search and found this at the top of the list. I don’t know who he is but the fact that he obviously has no life gives my independently made statement mucho credibility.
Monday, April 16, 2007
My Soundtrack
I told you about the books Twilight and New Moon.
I rambled about how I feel bad for not buying them…but not really.
I told you about the new poems I wrote Only You and Down By the Shore...maybe you checked them out.
I did say I’d provide a play list/soundtrack for you about the books. I have mixed feelings about posting this. Maybe if you are having doubts about picking up the books you’ll know some of these songs and be like, ‘Yo, this soundtrack is legit! The books have to good.’ But I know you’re gonna look at the 1st song and be like, ‘Dude, Caleb has lost it. Spice Girls? This book must be lame.’
Here is how it happened. When I was reading, I thought of some of these songs; they'd just pop into my head. Sometimes when I was driving around listening to my iPod a song would remind me of the book. I say don’t knock it ‘til you listen. These are all good songs outside of the soundtrack. I made it extra easy for you. Click on the title and the lyrics of the songs pop up. they are what did it for me.
Viva Forever – Spice Girls
I Get Weak – Belinda Carlyle
Lovesong – The Cure
The Secret’s in the Telling – Dashboard Confessional
Kiss Me – The Cardigans
Carve Your Heart – Dashboard Confessional
Stolen (Live) – Dashboard Confessional
I Just Can’t Stop Loving You – Michael Jackson
Yellow (Live Piano Solo) – Coldplay
Romeo and Juliet – Dire Straits
In Too Deep – Phil Collins
It Ends Tonight – All-American Rejects
Against All Odds – Phil Collins
My Happy Ending (Acoustic) – Avril Lavigne
Ghost of a Good Thing – Dashboard Confessional
My Immortal – Evanescence
Breakdown – Tom Petty
Currents – Dashboard Confessional
I would have added Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol if I made the soundtrack today as a 6b or 18b.
I rambled about how I feel bad for not buying them…but not really.
I told you about the new poems I wrote Only You and Down By the Shore...maybe you checked them out.
I did say I’d provide a play list/soundtrack for you about the books. I have mixed feelings about posting this. Maybe if you are having doubts about picking up the books you’ll know some of these songs and be like, ‘Yo, this soundtrack is legit! The books have to good.’ But I know you’re gonna look at the 1st song and be like, ‘Dude, Caleb has lost it. Spice Girls? This book must be lame.’
Here is how it happened. When I was reading, I thought of some of these songs; they'd just pop into my head. Sometimes when I was driving around listening to my iPod a song would remind me of the book. I say don’t knock it ‘til you listen. These are all good songs outside of the soundtrack. I made it extra easy for you. Click on the title and the lyrics of the songs pop up. they are what did it for me.
Viva Forever – Spice Girls
I Get Weak – Belinda Carlyle
Lovesong – The Cure
The Secret’s in the Telling – Dashboard Confessional
Kiss Me – The Cardigans
Carve Your Heart – Dashboard Confessional
Stolen (Live) – Dashboard Confessional
I Just Can’t Stop Loving You – Michael Jackson
Yellow (Live Piano Solo) – Coldplay
Romeo and Juliet – Dire Straits
In Too Deep – Phil Collins
It Ends Tonight – All-American Rejects
Against All Odds – Phil Collins
My Happy Ending (Acoustic) – Avril Lavigne
Ghost of a Good Thing – Dashboard Confessional
My Immortal – Evanescence
Breakdown – Tom Petty
Currents – Dashboard Confessional
I would have added Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol if I made the soundtrack today as a 6b or 18b.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Busted!
I just Googled my name to see what came up. Here was an article I found that brought back some memories. I should write a poem about this! Actually I think I did. I'll go look for it.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Memories...water colored...blah blah!
So was thinking a little about memories. I had a received a comment that said “I'm not saying quit your day job but...you really should trade in on your natural born poetic talent.” I was flattered that someone noticed first of all but then the reality and somewhat sobering thought came to my mind. I replied to with the following, “Thanks but I’d trade the talent for not having anything to write about.”
Sounds terrible I know, but if you look at all of the poems I write most of them are about the personal heartbreaks I have suffered over the years. I don’t really relish those moments. Did I learn from them? It doesn’t look like it because it keeps happening.
But what about the memories you ask?
Here’s what spawned it my train of thought. I wrote this poem about the greatest night of my life so far. It was perfectly perfect. I wouldn’t have changed anything except to make it last longer. If I could have prolonged it or lived it over again and again I’d take that couple of hours forever.
It’s not a bad memory by any means. But here is the catch. I have that memory. I have that imprinted on my soul. I can’t escape it, I can’t recreate it…it haunts me…a strange form of torture. It is something I would take back in a second and yet I know I’ll never have that again. That hurts. The memory hurts even though it was so amazing. I can’t have that again. And it is really the only thing I want. I’m not living in the past. I’m not regretting the times or the actual events but I don’t really want to remember how good it was and realize how much I want it back and can’t ever get it. I don’t want those scars.
I’d trade in my talents for not having these things to write about because that means it would have worked out. I guess that is it…the disappointment of losing it. I doubt that these memories bring the scrutiny I look at myself with. I know I failed. I could have done better. I don’t pity myself and I don’t feel angry or bitter that it hasn’t happened yet but I’d rather have had it go right a long time ago. Does that make any sense at all? Maybe this will help...
Sounds terrible I know, but if you look at all of the poems I write most of them are about the personal heartbreaks I have suffered over the years. I don’t really relish those moments. Did I learn from them? It doesn’t look like it because it keeps happening.
But what about the memories you ask?
Here’s what spawned it my train of thought. I wrote this poem about the greatest night of my life so far. It was perfectly perfect. I wouldn’t have changed anything except to make it last longer. If I could have prolonged it or lived it over again and again I’d take that couple of hours forever.
It’s not a bad memory by any means. But here is the catch. I have that memory. I have that imprinted on my soul. I can’t escape it, I can’t recreate it…it haunts me…a strange form of torture. It is something I would take back in a second and yet I know I’ll never have that again. That hurts. The memory hurts even though it was so amazing. I can’t have that again. And it is really the only thing I want. I’m not living in the past. I’m not regretting the times or the actual events but I don’t really want to remember how good it was and realize how much I want it back and can’t ever get it. I don’t want those scars.
I’d trade in my talents for not having these things to write about because that means it would have worked out. I guess that is it…the disappointment of losing it. I doubt that these memories bring the scrutiny I look at myself with. I know I failed. I could have done better. I don’t pity myself and I don’t feel angry or bitter that it hasn’t happened yet but I’d rather have had it go right a long time ago. Does that make any sense at all? Maybe this will help...
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
A Rave and a Rant
I’m doing this in chapters so you can stop and come back on another day and still have something new to read. So don’t get all over zealous and read this all in one day. I don’t know when my next post will be.
CHAPTER 1
Ok…I know people have been wondering where I have been or at least why I haven’t written anything in 2 months. Well the answer is: I didn’t have anything I felt like talking about. I’m sorry. It is also a combination of not giving me the time to write anything. I have been busy and given myself over to other things that I’d rather do than write a blog. That’s just the truth. It’s not that I don’t like writing blogs, and I know you crave them. If I don’t add stuff people will stop coming altogether. So here is something for you. If you haven’t go check out the links to my sister’s sites; Brooke, Brittany, Kara, and Krista. See all of the fun things they are doing.
CHAPTER 2
My sisters (all 4 of them) have gone CRAZY over these books by Stephanie Meyer. If you’re a chick then you’ve probably heard of them. Twilight and New Moon. I was approached a couple of weeks ago and told I should really read these books. So because of their excitement and finding out that Kara and Brittany are flying in to Phoenix to attend an event put on by this author, I thought sure. I didn’t even up a fight. I poured through both of the books. Each one took a bout a weekend to complete. I guess most people have been doing the same thing.
CHAPTER 3
They are good books. I enjoyed reading both of them. They are love stories about a 18 yr old girl and a vampire falling in love and the complications of how to deal with such a vexed relationship. It’s cute. I smiled and laughed and shed a tear once even. I am a bit of a softie but there is no shame in that. So yeah, good books. I recommend them and so do pretty much everybody else who I’ve talked to who has read them. (That is at least 6 other people.)
CHAPTER 4
Other pertinent information. I am going to this event as well. It is a Prom, which is a chapter in one of the books. We are talking about the real deal. I’m wearing a Tux. I also made a soundtrack for the books. Something that my sisters have been working on as well. Not my idea but I felt I could put one together and if anything I’d like it.
CHAPTER 5
All of that was to lead to this…How come the publishing industry doesn’t make a big fuss about pirating like the music industry? I didn’t buy Stephanie’s books. I borrowed them and read them and gave them back. Probably to be lent out again to someone else. Mrs. Meyer just lost out. Shouldn’t she be up in arms about how I just ripped her off? Why isn’t there a movement I have heard about to stop this crime? The music and movie industry is all over this issue. When I was burning my play list to give to my sisters off iTunes I received a warning that said I was copying songs that were protected and only to be used for personal use. There wasn’t a warning on the book that said don’t let anyone read this book; make them go buy it. Shouldn’t the FBI be getting after me? I bet when the movie comes out there will be a preview/commercial warning me about pirating the movie.
CHAPTER 6
Obviously I am not reproducing the book and selling it or giving it away to people as some may do with music and movies…but isn’t the idea the same? I’m getting the entertainment for free. I didn’t pay for it and the author/creator of the work didn’t get any money for my enjoyment. The publisher didn’t get any money from me. All I gave was my time. I find it strange.
CHAPTER 7
Here is the thing though. I think I may go buy the books anyway and mail them to someone who may enjoy them. I might. I’ve thought about it. I probably wouldn’t do it with a book I didn’t like or even a book I did like. I sorta feel guilty. I bought a book called Next by Michael Crichton, read it and finished it at the airport one day while I was traveling. I ended up just giving it to a guy who I met while my plane was delayed. I just gave it to him. What is the deal with that? Someone should pass a law. I’m done ranting for no reason.
CHAPTER 8
I’ll post my play list so you can see it. If you want a copy I’ll burn one for you if you send me a blank cd and a self addressed, stamped envelope (SASE) to me. I feel it is my responsibility to tell you that you should go buy the book…or get it from the li-bary because you’ll easily finish it before the return due date.
Thanks for sticking with me. I love you.
CHAPTER 1
Ok…I know people have been wondering where I have been or at least why I haven’t written anything in 2 months. Well the answer is: I didn’t have anything I felt like talking about. I’m sorry. It is also a combination of not giving me the time to write anything. I have been busy and given myself over to other things that I’d rather do than write a blog. That’s just the truth. It’s not that I don’t like writing blogs, and I know you crave them. If I don’t add stuff people will stop coming altogether. So here is something for you. If you haven’t go check out the links to my sister’s sites; Brooke, Brittany, Kara, and Krista. See all of the fun things they are doing.
CHAPTER 2
My sisters (all 4 of them) have gone CRAZY over these books by Stephanie Meyer. If you’re a chick then you’ve probably heard of them. Twilight and New Moon. I was approached a couple of weeks ago and told I should really read these books. So because of their excitement and finding out that Kara and Brittany are flying in to Phoenix to attend an event put on by this author, I thought sure. I didn’t even up a fight. I poured through both of the books. Each one took a bout a weekend to complete. I guess most people have been doing the same thing.
CHAPTER 3
They are good books. I enjoyed reading both of them. They are love stories about a 18 yr old girl and a vampire falling in love and the complications of how to deal with such a vexed relationship. It’s cute. I smiled and laughed and shed a tear once even. I am a bit of a softie but there is no shame in that. So yeah, good books. I recommend them and so do pretty much everybody else who I’ve talked to who has read them. (That is at least 6 other people.)
CHAPTER 4
Other pertinent information. I am going to this event as well. It is a Prom, which is a chapter in one of the books. We are talking about the real deal. I’m wearing a Tux. I also made a soundtrack for the books. Something that my sisters have been working on as well. Not my idea but I felt I could put one together and if anything I’d like it.
CHAPTER 5
All of that was to lead to this…How come the publishing industry doesn’t make a big fuss about pirating like the music industry? I didn’t buy Stephanie’s books. I borrowed them and read them and gave them back. Probably to be lent out again to someone else. Mrs. Meyer just lost out. Shouldn’t she be up in arms about how I just ripped her off? Why isn’t there a movement I have heard about to stop this crime? The music and movie industry is all over this issue. When I was burning my play list to give to my sisters off iTunes I received a warning that said I was copying songs that were protected and only to be used for personal use. There wasn’t a warning on the book that said don’t let anyone read this book; make them go buy it. Shouldn’t the FBI be getting after me? I bet when the movie comes out there will be a preview/commercial warning me about pirating the movie.
CHAPTER 6
Obviously I am not reproducing the book and selling it or giving it away to people as some may do with music and movies…but isn’t the idea the same? I’m getting the entertainment for free. I didn’t pay for it and the author/creator of the work didn’t get any money for my enjoyment. The publisher didn’t get any money from me. All I gave was my time. I find it strange.
CHAPTER 7
Here is the thing though. I think I may go buy the books anyway and mail them to someone who may enjoy them. I might. I’ve thought about it. I probably wouldn’t do it with a book I didn’t like or even a book I did like. I sorta feel guilty. I bought a book called Next by Michael Crichton, read it and finished it at the airport one day while I was traveling. I ended up just giving it to a guy who I met while my plane was delayed. I just gave it to him. What is the deal with that? Someone should pass a law. I’m done ranting for no reason.
CHAPTER 8
I’ll post my play list so you can see it. If you want a copy I’ll burn one for you if you send me a blank cd and a self addressed, stamped envelope (SASE) to me. I feel it is my responsibility to tell you that you should go buy the book…or get it from the li-bary because you’ll easily finish it before the return due date.
Thanks for sticking with me. I love you.
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