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i forgot my mom's birthday. and i feel like a complete ass. i feel like an ass and a shitty son because this isn't the first time i've blown her off on her birthday. and while the first time was worse, it a case of unforseen luck causing me not to see her on her birthday. this one was just me fucking up. basically, i had a rough day at work. got invited by my friend to go hang out at a bar. being in need of some relaxation, i agreed. we went and i got caught up multiple counts of idiotic drama, along with a cubs game, the suns/mavs game, bbq and jerk chicken wings and beer. as such, mom's birthday slipped my mind. what a dick, right? none of this is a valid excuse. i just wanted to detail how i ended up forgetting. anyway, my brother calls me and he's coming out of a movie theater after having a similarly shitty day at work and in an attempt to relax a little, he ended up watching x-men 3. so we're shooting the shit and we mention mom and then we simultaneously remember that we both forgot her birthday. so we're both miserable excuses for sons. i'm fucked, cause not only did i forget, but i get paid tomorrow, so i didn't have any loot to get her anything. so i had to head home and kiss ass and be apologetic (y'know...for being a terrible son). since my brother got paid on thursday, his plan centered around going to whatever store he could find and buying her something. i came home and apologized and basically just told her the truth about what happened and how sorry i was. she seemed the hurt kind of angry, but she accepted my apology. i still feel bad. my brother came at like 11:52 with some flowers and i think a pie. at least he got her something. ijustplainsuck. |
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depressed| california, conan, chappelle and common. | ||||
| 03:11am 16/05/2006 | ||||
okay...so it's been an eventful week and a half. [brace yourselves, this will probably be long] - first of all, i went to california on the 4th for my friend jasaun's wedding.i had a goodass time too. it had been my first vacation trip to LA in almost five years. i stayed with cindy. well, more like stayed at cindy's anyway. she had a school deal out of town, so she was gracious enough to let me crash at her place while she was gone. in the interim, i hung out, played some xbox360* and drank a little with jasaun on the first night there. next night, i kicked it with alfred most of the day as we hit up amoeba records** and in and out. usual 'when i go back to cali, i gotta hit up...' type shit. we also got our drink on and played video games. this weekend had more video game playing than any weekend that i can remember. although to be honest, it was only maybe three hours total. that's still a lot for me. third day, i had to get up early and pick up cindy from the airport so we could go to the wedding. - the wedding was great. it also could have doubled as an okp reunion. there were lots of folks there. i didn't even really think that there'd be that many. in all actuality, i was the tiniest bit sad cause i was missing the re, but this weekend kinda made up for it cause it turned into a mini-re. and since all weddings of color start late, it gave everybody plenty of time to mingle and catch up and whatnot. the actual ceremony was nice too. it was outdoors in a park in long beach and the wedding party looked very nice in their dresses and suits. i gotta admit, seeing my ILLSlimm cousin getting married touched your boy. it's nice when people you care about find love. it was a quick wedding followed by hugs, photographs and more mingling. oh. and bubbles. lots of bubbles. the reception was a good time too. the food was good, the music was good, the rum punch was good [was it ever. haha]. the top moments of the reception in my mind would have to be the toasts. andrea's [jasaun's wife] dad was particularly funny. he gave a combination toast/roast for his daughter and new son. jasaun's little sisters [like 10 and 8 years old] gave good toasts too. i'd met them both before, the first time i had come out to california almost 5 years ago. they're very intelligent little girls and they were bright even back then. they both gave really simple and sweet speeches that were very poignant when you actually listened to what they were saying. for the rest of the reception, we drank and danced and laughed and whatnot. well, i didn't dance a whole lot. but yeah...folks enjoyed themselves. after the reception, we went to the roscoe's chicken and waffles down the street from where ther eception was. i really don't have to say much about this. roscoe's is always off the hook. i didn't get to see and hang out with everybody that i would have liked, as there just wasn't enough days. but i know i'll be back sooner or later. i really enjoy my stays out there. - this past wednesday, i was lucky enough to be able to go to a taping of late night with conan o'brien with my brother rick. he was in chicago, as i'm sure most of you know, taping 4 days worth of shows. i was very excited because i've been a conan fan for a long time and i've always wanted to go to a taping. the wait for that motherfucker was a pain in the ass tho. the night before, we heard that the line was crazy, so we decided to go even earlier than we had planned previously. we were smart to do it too. we got there at like 10:30am and the line was halfway down the block. by the time they started letting people in, it was around the entire block with the end of the line almost touching the front of the line. in all, we were waiting about 6 hours in line. thankfully, they let people leave out of the line to go use the bathroom or get things to eat and whatnot. there was also a lady who sporadically would come by passing out monster energy drinks. while we were out there, we saw pierre bernard, of pierre bernard's recliner of rage fame, walking around doing his regular job. some people posed for pics with him. there was no recliner, so while he didn't look amazingly comfortable, he also didn't seem furious either. we also saw joel goddard get driven down the street in a big ass white van. it looked like the motherfucker was on his way to his side job installing furnaces. once we got into the theater, we had to wait another hour while they played generic rock music over the loudspeaker to keep people 'hype' i guess. then the max weinberg 7 came out and played a few songs for the audience. that was cool. the bald dude that plays trumpets was wildin out. first he had a song to sing, so he sang it while running up and down the aisles, then he ended the song with a, no exagerration here, minute long trumpet note. it was insane. i don't know how he did it, but the crowd was going wild and dude's head looked like it was gonna pop like a fucking grape. then the show started. i'm sure you all saw it, so i won't get too much into the show details. it was pretty much live to tape so there wasn't a lot of wasted time in between commercial breaks. i'm sure you all know that the guest that night was none other than dave chappelle. i'm assuming this because if you read my blog, chances are i already "bragged" about it around you. *shrug* sorry. anyway, dave did his thing and told a few funny stories and whatnot. again, you all saw it. what was cool about him is that he's been on conan so many times, he's comfortable just fucking around during commercial breaks. after they did the wheel of wendt where george wendt had to hit a 3 pointer, during that break dave started shooting baskets. he wasn't hitting nothing either, so the crowd kept going 'oh!' when he'd miss. then he tried to dunk and missed. he took off from a farther area the second time and managed to get it in. it rattled in a bit, but it counted as a dunk. the musical guest of course was common. as soon as i saw the upright bass get brought out, i knew he was gonna perform the intro song from 'be'. i was pleasantly surprised by the fact that he added a second verse to it since the album track is very short. i was also glad to see conan interview common and give him a little shine. com took full advantage of it by telling a couple of funny michael jordan stories. all in all, it was a good way to spend a wednesday with my little brother. although, i probably wouldn't wait in line like that for any show without a lineup like that. - so me and jsun went to the new wicker park harolds on saturday. it's the first one on the north side, so there's been a lot of anticipation for it's opening. matter of fact, a couple weeks ago we passed by that motherfucker and there were like three people standing in front of the gate looking thru the window, looking like they were wishing it was open. anyway, me and j decided to try it out since it opened up recently. i have to say i was pleasantly surprised. it was authentic harolds and not only that, it was good harolds [maybe it's not that authentic after all, haha...] seriously tho, the chicken was the most tender harolds i've had in a very, very long time. seriously, if you want some good harolds, hit the wicker park spot up before it eventually sucks. - later that night, out of a complete stroke of luck, i find out about a party that my homie is throwing. so me and j hit it up. it was cool because until saturday, j hadn't gotten to meet my work friends. he didn't stay late cause he had a big day the next day [more on that later]. i stayed late cause i was having a good time and my boy said he'd give me a ride home [more on that later as well]. the party was fucking packed too. i socialized with lots of people. and by that, i mean i tried socializing with lots of women. lots of people i hadn't ever really spoken to before. word to being social. i have a tendency of only socializing with a certain few when i go out. so it's nice to see i let my guard down a bit and had fun talking to people. sometimes it's easy to talk to people when you're ridiculously, ridiculously high and there's lots of pretty chicks to talk to. one of the chicks i spoke to was the chick who was grinding up on me a week prior. she's cool. i'm not really interested in her, but i'm not closing the book on anything until i get to know her better. there were other chicks i talked to as well...nothing major tho. just conversation. as for being high...man, i swear i'm not exagarrating when i say that my high peaked at around midnight and didn't go down for a good 6 hours. it was funny tho cause there was this one dude who got to the party late as shit that looked like jsun on steroids. i kept cracking up in my head when i saw dude. he turned out to be friendly tho. no roid rage to be seen. unfortunately, my ride got way too fucked up. to the point where he had to pass out right then and there. at that point, i didn't even care cause i was ready to go home. i ended up hopping on the blue line to get home. i ended up finally getting home at 6:30am. i immediately crashed. - that sleep didn't last as long as i would have liked it to, cause i had to get up and help jsun propose to his girlfriend. that continuously sounds like a weird statement to make, like i held his hand and said "it's okay...ask her" while he was kneeling down. the actuality of it was that j needed me to help set things up for when he got back from taking talitha out. i had to go pick up six dozen roses [!!], set them up the way he wanted and chilled some champagne and whatnot. he text messaged me later to say that she said yes [congrats homie], so i guess i did my job well. haha, i just took all the credit for her saying yes. nevermind him buying her a phenomenal looking ring. it was all my flower arranging and champagne chilling skills. - after leaving j's crib, i met up with my family for a mothers day lunch/dinner [is that duncher or linner?]. it was nice. i got there late as shit tho, so i didn't get to really take in the whole experience. i was there long enough to eat a plate, pay for myself and leave. my mom liked her gift tho...that was cool. it's nice when people like your gifts. huzzah to my mom. shit yeah, this was a crazy week and a half. *i can see why motherfuckers paid $400 for that shit. i wouldn't. but i can see why someone would. that 360 ain't no joke. that fight night 3 is good times too. **i came up at amoeba too. that place is phenomenal and overwhelming at the same time. i really wish i had taken more money because i had so much, but had to put so much back. i still had a haul. i copped the following 8 albums. big daddy kane - it's a big daddy thing [yeah j, that's the one i couldn't remember] 3rd bass - the cactus cee/d [import with some british remix] bdp - sex and violence nwa - straight outta compton [original issue] da lench mob - guerillas in tha mist the artifacts - between a rock and a hard place ll cool j - mama said knock you out busta rhymes - the coming total cost...$52 gyeah. |
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| 03:35am 11/05/2006 | ||||
but i don't even feel like writing that shit. i actually feel kinda down right now. right now i offer to you a confession: i'm fucking lonely. it's not even about sex really. i mean, that's definitely important in one respect, but this is different. this is about that connection. the sharing of emotion and all that other gay ass relationship shit. i miss having somebody that can invoke those types of feelings out of me. i miss companionship and physical contact. what's sad is that i have no real prospects either. i'm not going to rush anything though. i've learned that these types of things can't be rushed. so i'm just gonna be and see what happens. hopefully something will blossom i really fucking hope so anyway. cause goddamn, i wanna kiss a collarbone something terrible. |
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lonely| a very late, life update by willydynamite. | ||||
| 10:15pm 29/04/2006 | ||||
i'ma try to get back on it tho. in the meantime, i figure i'd give you all a life update since there's been a few interesting developments in my life that can fill up a blog entry, so here goes... ...i went to a couple of wrestling shows during wrestlemania weekend. ring of honor (my favorite american promotion) had two shows in chicago the two days before wrestlemania and they were both packed with great action. i went to the first show with matt and the second with j and even though neither is a big wrestling fan, they both had a good time. i'm glad they were entertained by the shows cause now they personally understand a little bit why i like it so much. anyway, if you want to read more about the actual shows, or wrestling (and titties) in general, go holler at my other blog at http://www.blurty.com/users/luchatitty and get your lucha learn on. ...so a couple of weeks ago, since another after-school program was ending and we were going to end up getting all those kids, the people at my job decided to restructure the program schedule. the main bit of restructuring was to create classes for all those kids. we had a few already, but due to the influx of kids, we'd have to create more. anyway, they asked me if i wanted to teach a hip hop class. at first, i was like "nah...them kids don't give a fuck about some hip hop." then as i stewed on it, i decided that was exactly the reason i needed to teach this class. so i agreed and immediately began preparations for the class. for about a week and a half, i gathered together video footage from my own and j-sun's personal collections, i downloaded and burned specific songs to play for the kids, i spent at least an hour putting together a first day lesson plan. long story short, i put a ton of fucking work getting things ready for the kids. and so then monday comes around and it's time for class. i had a group of kids split between two classes. first class it was five boys. two of which said they didn't want to be there. two others immediately ignored me and started playing monopoly. the fifth kid actually wanted to learn about it. so i kicked the other kids out, put them in another class and didn't teach that class. they came up to me later talking about "can we go back to hip hop class?" but i ain't fall for that shit. the only reason, and i told them this, that they wanted to be back in my class is because they didn't want to be in the class i put them in. but fuck that, they didn't deserve to be in my class after the bullshit they came with. second class...three girls. one of which started playing a keisha cole song (a slow r&b song too) and said "this is hip hop!" that's pretty much when my heart dropped and the wind was let out of my sails. so that pretty much ended up being a complete failiure. i've decided to not teach it at all now for a few reasons. the first one being, these kids don't give a fuck about some hip hop (my original sentiment), all that preparation for four kids is definitely not worth the trouble and plus, they cancelled programming for this monday (they want us to go to that immigration rally...), thus leaving me with three classes, which isn't enough time to even get past the early 90s. in the end, i think it'll be okay, because i'm still teaching two other classes (legolab and art) and those will get the extra prep time that's been freed up now that the hip hop class is dead. ...my cali trip is next week (thursday to be exact), and i am fucking excited. i still need to secure a place to crash for two of the three days i'm out there, but even homeless, this trip is gonna be fun. ...i went to the tanya morgan listening party last night. it was aiight. music was good obviously, but the atmosphere was kinda lame. it was at a piercing parlor/jewlery shop and it was all kinds of bougie/hipster/kanye'd out. everybody outside of the okp contingent there was tryna look extra pretty and sip on free wine and shit. afterwards, we went over to ana and frenchie*'s house to smoke some more reefer, eat some wangs and...smoke more reefer. that was cool. i got a little too high tho...i had to go to the bathroom a couple of times to splash cool water on my face. i think that may be the trick to keeping me from getting sick too. cause it worked like a charm. sure, i had to go into the bathroom a buncha times, but as long as i wasn't earlin, i was fine. and for the record, i didn't pull an eric** at their place. ...and finally and most exciting, i'm going to a taping of late night with conan o'brien when he's in chicago. if that wasn't dope enough, his guests that night (may 10th) are dave chappelle and common. yeah, you're catching the vapors as you read this. don't deny it. haha. i'm excited as fuck for this tho. conan, dave and com all in one action packed hour. you can't beat that with a stick. that's all for now. again, i'll try to be more regular with updates from now on. *no real names when discussing smoking the reefay. **hahaha <--click there. |
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relaxed| so i've been out being 'real people'. | ||||
| 10:31pm 28/03/2006 | ||||
yeah...being social and whatnot. also, the internet was fuckin up so i had to wait for a motherfucker to come and fix the shit. yea. i'm tired. later. |
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| 01:54am 10/03/2006 | ||||
and i've only been offline since sunday. i still came back. there's nothing really to talk about, but i'll come up with something later. oh, and ladies...gmail me your titties, please. it's been a rough week, haha. willydynamite at gmail dot com. ! |
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mellow| but it wasn't a rock.... | ||||
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amused| what's new you ask? | ||||
| 10:36pm 02/03/2006 | ||||
um...not much. ok...later. ha. no seriously, it's been semi-newsworthy lately. here's the latest. - my sis is still pregnant. two months pregnant even. i got to see the ultrasound. i'm so excited to be an active uncle yo. y'all have no idea. also, my sis and brother in law moved into their new house. it's a real nice place too. lots of doors and extra secret rooms and shit. tons of storage space and the like. - on the complete opposite side of the spectrum, my brother dave is cheating on his wife with the librarian from my nephew's grammar school. ugh. that shit is so goddamned disappointing yo. - wingfest was sunday. that was fun. me and squeeg got there late (we were getting high prior) and had a limited selection of chicken to eat, but we still had a good time. buffalo joes is the motherfucking truth. - after wingfest, we got high and then went to a large professor concert. well, kinda...we had to wait forever for large pro to get on stage. thankfully the opening acts got more love than they did at the ghostface concert, haha. that big reggae singing white boy and his group opened up again. i really hate when they open up at shows because while they're okay, i'm always gonna laugh at dude cause he's just corny looking. and no matter how good he gets/doesn't get, i'm still gonna laugh everytime. dude tried selling his cd to me after the show too...i had to hold it in and say "nah, i'm good." large pro was dope, but like most shows where i gotta wait forever for the opening act, i was just ready to go home by the time he got on. thankfully, he was dope. rocked the entire set with no hypeman and one bottle of water. that's breath control right there. - i saw the vh1 special on yo! mtv raps on friday. that shit was great. it reminded me of so many great moments from the show. then when that finished, squeeg broke out his tape of the final episode with the giant freestyle session. then we watched the last fab 5 freddy episode from the rocksteady anniversary. goddamn, mtv had real hip hop on their network once upon a time. and it was good. it also sparked this idea for a new subnetwork that i wish they'd create. they should create a channel called "mtv:yo!" think about it. all old school hip hop videos and episodes of yo (both the fab 5 freddy version and the ed and dre version). there's gotta be tons and tons of footage they could use since the show ran for 7 years. i think we should start a petition. - and last but not least, i'm going to LA in may. copped my ticket last night. the official reason is that i'm going for my homie's wedding, but i'm also just looking forward to going to cali for a few days. see some friends, see some ladies, holla at some cali weed. yeah...it's gonna be a good time. this also effectively means i'm not goin to the re. they're too close together (the wedding is may 6th and the re is may 26th). plus, i was in new york last august and i'm not really tryna go back just yet. and plus, i wasn't really feeling like goin to the re anyway. *shrug* anyway...that's about it. see you in another week or two when i make another one of these lame ass all-inclusive updates. |
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| 06:39am 19/02/2006 | ||||
- i've had three experiences lately where i've been called on to fufill my duty as a good friend. all three of the times, it's been my morals that did the calling. it just feels good to be there for my friends. oftentimes, i honestly don't feel like i'm doing everything that a friend should be doing, so all this makes me feel like i'm not just one of them leech type friends who's just there when things are going good. most of the details on the experiences i offered assistance/advice, i'll leave out in respect to the people's privacy, but i just wanted to express how i've felt doing all this lately. - obviously, one of the situations i'm talking about above is this past week's save the matt telethon hosted by willydynamite (featuring appearences by otis wilson, tony orlando and dawn, the jesse white tumblers, byron allen, cameo and the sugar hill gang featuring melle mel featuring melle mel's biceps). seriously tho, in about three days, i managed to help raise over $1100. honestly tho, the credit goes towards everybody from okp who donated money. the generosity displayed in the past week has been nothing short of phenomenal. it really was. lots of people have been praising me about what i did, but honestly i think it's them who should be commended. matt is my (real life) friend and i'd like to think that i didn't do anything anyone else wouldn't have done had it been their friend who's apartment burned down. however, a good 85% of the people who donated only know matt thru the boards. they're the ones helping somebody out of the goodness of their hearts just because it's a nice thing to do. oh, also if you want to donate and haven't, you can send money to paypal via my email address (willydynamite at gmail dot com) or you can send something to matt's mailbox at the ups store... Matthew Kidd 1400 W. Devon Avenue #330 Chicago, IL 60660-1312 again, if you're somebody who helped out, thank you so much. this shit has turned out so much better than both matt and myself could have hoped. - aside from being a good friend and fundraising, last week was also the week of the impromptu drug party. there were two of them actually. the first being on monday. after work, a few of us decided to get up with one of my coworker's friends at his place to smoke some weed. haha, i just noticed these stories always start off that way. anyway, we get to dude's place and he turns out to be this real eccentric ass, artsy rich dude. homie works for the government as an architect. and when we got there, he was rolling on x. so dude was already fucked up. he also had all types of other drugs. but you know me. i only fucks with the smoke. and dude had huge bags and jars of amazing fucking weed. i mean, let's be honest, you know it's great weed when the shit is in a glass fucking jar. that's that samson shit right there (i wanna talk to samson). so yeah, a little while goes by and we're smoking kush, we're smoking hash, we're smoking kush and hash cone spliffs. motherfuckers got LIT the fuck up. one of the best parts about the whole experience was the ambiance. being a rich, artsy eccentric dude, his condo was off the fucking hook. shit was all colorful and whatnot with crazy design all over the place. lots of computers (like 5 of them bitches...and i have no idea for what, haha). it was like the matrix meets wonderland...for adults. dude was mad cool too. i would definitely go hang out with him again. just not on a monday. i came home smelling danky as fuck. the second party was last night at my homie i work with's spot. squeeg came along. it was cool introducing one of my regular friends to my work friends. especially since a common bond we have is hip hop and weed. they broke the coke out tho. and motherfuckers get a bit annoying when they get all coked up. not my coworkers, but some of their friends. haha, that's all i'll say. regardless, i had a good ass time. -friday was also my little brother's birthday. he turned 20. that shit is insane to even fucking think about. i remember him coming home as a baby like it was yesterday. now rick's a grown ass man. ok...that's it for me. later. |
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| 05:08pm 13/02/2006 | ||||
first, i had problems with my job. those *EXPLETIVE DELETED* people are tryna short my hours and a whole bunch of other *EXPLETIVE DELETED*. it's making me mad than a *EXPLETIVE DELETED* too. i contacted my boss about it and she said that she didn't think i had arrived punctually everyday. so she changed all my *EXPLETIVE DELETED* hours. i thought that *EXPLETIVE DELETED* was unfair cause while i have been late a few times, i haven't been late every *EXPLETIVE DELETED* day of the *EXPLETIVE DELETED* two-week time period. and then she was saying some *EXPLETIVE DELETED* about shortening my hours permanently. yeah...cause that's what i *really* want. yeah. *EXPLETIVE DELETED*. after that bit of lovliness, i go to okp and see that j dilla died. and that just made me that much more upset. then i felt guilty as *EXPLETIVE DELETED* because i was combining my job woes with the j dilla news and i was only thinking about how it affected myself, instead of being genuinely sad about dilla's passing. that didn't last too long tho. after that, i got high and listened to deluge's dilla stream (ha, i think that *EXPLETIVE DELETED* is still going on now) for like four hours and just zoned out and enjoyed the brilliance of his music. and the thing about dilla was that i wasn't even the biggest fan of SV at first. i thought the beats were cool, but i didn't really like t3 and baatin. on top of that dilla wasn't exactly tearing microphones to shreds either. but eventually, i realized how great his production work was. then late saturday night/sunday morning, matt's place burnt down. so yesterday, i was tryna help matt out however i can. it's not like i can afford to cut him a check or anything, but i sorta got the ball rolling on okp with getting folks interested in helping out and making donations and all that good *EXPLETIVE DELETED*. so that made me feel good cause i was helping matt out in his time of need. i feel bad for matt tho, hopefully things will work out for him. if you're concerned, he's wasn't in the apartment building when it caught fire and he's staying at a friend's house for now. i DID get one bit of good news today. actually, it's huge *EXPLETIVE DELETED* news yo. my sister called me at work to tell me that she's pregnant! i'm gonna be an uncle for the third time (my older brother has two kids already). i'm so *EXPLETIVE DELETED* excited. aiight, i gotta get the *EXPLETIVE DELETED* outta this office or else i'ma cut somebody's *EXPLETIVE DELETED* throat, haha. more info later. |
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| 08:35pm 12/02/2006 | ||||
haha, i'm fucking laughing my balls off. a couple years ago, my cousin's husband asked me to work for his heating and cooling company. it was cool for a while, but after a while money started coming up short (*sniff, sniff* if you get my meaning) and dude ended up owing me a bunch of money. well, turns out he's been scamming people all over the city (no surprise to me, honestly). the funniest part of the piece was when they confronted him outside of my aunt's house to try to talk to him and he just screeched out in his van with the door still open. fucking comedy, yo. here's the story... http://cbs2chicago.com/topstories/local_story_039222630.html Beware Of Mr. Freeze Consumers Who Hired Paul Hayes To Fix Their Heat Were Left In The Cold Dave Savini Reporting (CBS) CHICAGO Consumer fraud investigators are warning everyone to watch out for heating repair rip-offs. CBS 2 Investigator Dave Savini has the story of one accused repairman and the victims he left in the cold. His name is Paul Hayes, of Hayes Heating and Cooling. But those who have paid him to fix their heat say he is really a con man and should be called "Mr. Freeze." Hayes is a convicted felon who has been arrested for burglary, theft, drugs, and assault with a deadly weapon. He is also wanted for other alleged crimes and even his driver's license has been revoked. A warm blast of heat was all that Jeanette Ptasinski, 83, and her daughter Janine of Chicago wanted. So they paid Hayes $5,000 for a new boiler. Hayes cashed the check and never came back, and the only thing that kept the Ptasinskis from freezing was their stove. "I think this guy is a jerk," Jeanete Ptasinski said. "To leave us like this in the cold, he's cruel hes heartless," Janine Ptasinski added. Monique Tripp paid Hayes $2,000 for a new furnace, and Hayes cashed the check. But all Tripp got was burned. "He was in my house and that scares me," Tripp said. Hayes is even accused of ripping off Rabbi Capers Funnye and his congregation at a Chicago synagogue, leaving them in the cold on a February day. "This is criminal this is criminal intent," said Funnye, of the Ethiopian Hebrew Congregation. Funnye paid Hayes for parts to fix a boiler to keep the synagogue and school children warm. Once again, Hayes vanished after being paid. "Young, old, black, white -- it doesn't matter to him -- Jewish, Christian," Funnye said. "He is an equal opportunity rip off artist." But the bigger problem, the victims say, is a lack of regulations in state where weather conditions can get dangerously cold heating repairmen are not regulated. Each victim called police, but said nothing happened to Hayes, who continues to operate without a business license. The Chicago Department of Consumer Service won multiple judgments against Hayes, but he has yet to pay. Officials from the Consumer Services Department and the Cook County State's Attorney's office want victims to contact them. There are other companies using the name Hayes that are legitimate. Hayes did not offer comment when confronted for this story. (? MMVI, CBS Broadcasting Inc. All Rights Reserved.) |
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| lately, i've put more effort in being on time to go hang out with my friends... | ||||
| 01:57am 08/02/2006 | ||||
and nobody's really noticed either way. |
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exanimate| i've realized that every time i can't get inspired to create art... | ||||
| 02:50am 04/02/2006 | ||||
that's some sobering, sad ass shit right there. i'm craving inspiration. |
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blank| snakes on a plane...the comic strip. | ||||
| 02:28am 01/02/2006 | ||||
enjoy. |
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| 05:54pm 27/01/2006 | ||||
it seems like my mother and j both sensed the fact that i wasn't really looking forward to my birthday as it neared and they both went out of their way to make sure my day was cool. moms made me a big ass dinner (so big, i coudln't even finish my plate) with my fam and j got the homies together and we lit the fuck up and hit up the dark room and listened to some great fucking hip hop. all in all, a damn good night. and i definitely appreciated my mother and j for going out of their way for a motherfucker. and it's not over yet either. sunday is a little brother concert at house of blues, and that's gonna be the shit also. plus it's the day before j's birthday, so we gotta do it big again, haha. --------- oh yeah...i have an interesting offer on the table right now. so moms told me that she'd pay for the still unpaid bill from my brief educational stay at eastern michigan university in early 03. however, the catch is that i'd have to get myself back in school and finish my degree. on the one hand, man, fuck school. but on the other hand, transferring to that school was one of the biggest mistakes of my life, as i was miserable cause i was going thru a bad breakup, in a new place where i knew nobody (except for the girl i broke up with...who wasn't particularly friendly to me at that time) and it was ridiculously expensive since i was an out of state student. so it'd definitely be good to erase that portion of my life completely. i'm just tired of being a student tho. any thoughts on what i should do? |
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| 03:53am 24/01/2006 | ||||
why can't fully grown females crush on me as often? haha. |
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drunk| a few random thoughts. | ||||
| 03:07am 20/01/2006 | ||||
- i've been enjoying listening to the radio lately. but only after midnight. i've been getting high and spending an hour a night listening to the late night radio the past few days. you can find the most random and usually dope shit when you just flip around. and that's what i've been doing. the hip hop stations unfortunately still suck tho. just a little bit less at night. - so there's this kid at work, we'll call him humberto, who's kind of a nerdy kid. but he reminds me of me when i was his age. and it's scary watching him do and act in ways that i used to. and it's even scarier when i notice myself still doing shit he does. i catch myself a few times a week being a straight up dork. haha. i gotta watch that shit. - i've always dated girls who were more attractive than me. yeah, yeah, i know about all that 'finding the person right for you' shit. and that's all well and good but i mean, let's be real...if you're looking for someone, you want to get the finest girl/guy possible that's right for you. and that's what i do, i go big or go home, haha. and i've realized something that's semi-worrisome. the last three girls i've tried to get with, have all been ridiculously fine as a motherfucker. and none of them worked out. that's not a good sign. i gotta fix that percentage. fin. |
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| 01:37am 16/01/2006 | ||||
and by great, i mean really fucking bad. the bears lost yo. that shit fucking sucked. how the fuck did the defense not show up, yet the offense put 21 points on the board? that shit was like the twilight zone with everything being backwards in our universe. fuck man. we need to sign a dope wide reciever, a good wide reciever/punt returner or a tight end. at least two of those three spots. and maybe draft/sign another corner back. peanut and azumah have me kinda worried. this could be the year before the real big run tho. if they get those pieces, they could be really good on both sides of the ball next year. and that would be scary. |
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| 05:15pm 13/01/2006 | ||||
and then i sent andrea a text message apologizing for ranting on her. and so a couple hours ago i was in target and lo and behold, guess who calls. yep. you guessed it...frank stallone. no wait, it was andrea. she sounded confused and a little hurt by my message. and i apologized for it and my temporary lapse in rational thought/judgement. we had a short little talk and it seems that all is forgiven. she also said that she has a boyfriend of two years. and while i'm quite sure that things would have been different if that information would have made it to me sooner, in the end it didn't matter. either way, it was gonna be time to move on. i'm just glad i got to smooth things over a bit today. given our friendship, i would have felt bad if that's the way it would have ended. i really can't even explain my reaction yesterday either. it was so unlike me. i've always been the type to not let things like that bother me. oh well...it'll be an interesting couple of pages in my autobiography. ha, but this is what i felt like yesterday...  |
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| 10:53pm 12/01/2006 | ||||
-started working with her. -we got along famously. -after a moment where we locked eyes, i start to like her. -subtle flirting begins. -the flirting becomes less subtle. -she has to take a job at another school, so i feel the need to officially holla. -on her last day, she gives me a real nice hug, i ask for her number, get it and she says we'll "definitely" hang out. -i call her on her birthday to wish her a happy birthday. she's appreciative and i say that i'll see her soon. again, she says "definitely". so on saturday, i call her up to try to set up something. i get her voicemail and leave her a message. no call back. i get worried, but i give her the benefit of the doubt. plus, i have a three-strike rule and that was only her first strike. so today comes around and she shows up at my job. and she doesn't make an attempt to even say hello. even tho she knew i was there and stopping by wouldn't have been difficult at all. at this point, i officially feel slighted. actually, fuck that. i feel like i got dissed. again, three-strike rule. that was number two. so i call her tonight to see if she'll at least make an attempt at righting those wrongs (and honestly, had she just answered the phone and had a convo with me, all would be forgiven). no answer. ... strike three, yer out. so i leave her a message that is basically the following statement: "hey andrea, this is will. i don't know why you've decided to not take my phone calls, but i have to tell you that it's not cool at all. in fact, it kind of sucks. considering how cool we were with each other, i thought that if you didn't want to speak to me anymore, you would have enough respect for me to at least tell me personally. it still would have sucked, but it would have been easier to swallow. i feel confused and honestly, hurt. and the reason for that is because the last time we spoke, it was to wish you a happy birthday. and now suddenly you're not answering your phone and i can't get a return phone call. that's okay though. it's your choice and i won't knock you for it. i just wish you would have been mature enough to just tell me. but it's fine. you don't have to worry about me calling you anymore. i won't bother you if you don't want me calling. good luck at your new job and b..." that's where the message cut off. i was going to end it with "be well", but it didn't give me the extra second of talk time i needed to get it out. and on top of that, my television in my room just crapped out on me. and so i'll end with this.....women ain't shit. |
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