Sunday, July 20, 2014

Blood and Sand

 Stayed in a place right on the beach this vacation. Nice thing about it other than being able to open up the glass doors to the patio and seeing the WAVES. It had a great pool and an awesome bar.
During the day I did the typical Island rum drinks. But at night I was thirsty for something more.
Part of this Inn was built in the late 1800's. One of the first places on the Beach in South West Florida where people could could stay. It is known as one of the best shelling beaches in the world. Due to the island being 70 percent natural reserves. It hasn't been built up with Condo's, flashy restaurants, car lots or fast food joints.

I was in the mood for a classic drink. Scotch.  The bartender looked me up and down and said.
BLOOD and SAND for you Sir.   All I can say is Im hooked. Its cherry-orange-spice burn smooth. Its a bit like blood - a bit like sand. Every day is Halloween. Even in the Summer on the beach.



The Blood and Sand Cocktail

1 oz scotch (blended or single-malt is fine)
1 oz. fresh blood orange juice
3/4 oz. cherry heering
3/4 oz. sweet vermouth
orange peel or maraschino cherry to garnish
Place ice in a cocktail shaker. Pour in the scotch, fresh blood orange juice, cherry herring and sweet vermouth. Shake until chilled. Pour into an old-fashioned cocktail glass, then garnish with a wedge of orange peel or a maraschino cherry.


Sunday, July 6, 2014

We go We Stop We don't stop

 

All interpretation, all psychology, all attempts to make things comprehensible, require the medium of theories, mythologies, and lies.

- Herman Hesse

Getting out of town mid-week to a place where I can look out see the ocean. Salt in my hair warm breezes. Drinks with umbrellas. Drinks with just ice. I'm still without a camera since the beach incident. Lens wont open nothing works. I may go with a water-proof outdoor type when I rustle up enough info and money. Just when I was starting to get into it again. Guess it wasn't meant to be. For now.

Got a call out of the blue from a competing company. As of late many, by many I mean ALL of our outside sales reps have jumped ship and left to work for competition. Typical coporate moves that have gone awry has weakend sales and day to day account service has suffered. Anyway I was offered a job with a competitor who hired the outside guy I worked with and built up accounts with. I turned it down.They only offered to match my salary. I cant see moving for the same money when ive invested over two years building my reputation. A few of my biggest accounts went over to the other side. Fine. I see them coming back at some point. Least that is what im hoping. I cant figure out the direction of this company but im there for now. Least until they turn out the lights.

 

 

 

Friday, June 20, 2014

Bird who couldn't fly


Lov Sum er : 

We will meet get it over with and never speak of it again.. or we’ll pine like lovers lost in the dark fumbling around with wishes and wonders of fools. We start again and stop and you run and I hide and we lie and finally finally it’s done.

I play the mystery in my head a million times and million times I’ll make the excuse to key-stroke the letters to where ill know to find you. Your words and photos tear through my screen. I want those words to be for me, the pictures you take to impress him. Faded bruises I see on your neck - they used to be mine. You were my vacation. Fists and fireworks burning through this endless summer.


Bargain my time on craigslist:

I’ve left you alone.Time heals, true. but never forgets.
I'd drag you to bed if that were all enough. Tell me what is never enough?
Here, 
Dear you-
Do you want to get off the leash and on to mine for a little while?
Let me know if you're DTF sometime later next week. I’ll make it rough. Like you
want. Like you need. 
 

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

SSDD


Watching  my fair share of World-Cup action at work this week. Already fucked up a few orders: shipping out wrong items or quantities-  Not like me, since my M.O. has always been great attention to detail and most of all TCB (Takin' Care of  Business). Worked off the stress by running up the street to grab a ginger tea.
The girl at the check-out calls me “Sweetie” and I wonder how many calories are in the word sweetie and then I realize its just a word and it’s fat-free.
 

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Started writing an email at work but ended up writing this and sending it to myself instead



Chapter one: 

They shut the internet down and no one will know me. This isn’t a fear it’s the truth. Now I write in notebooks and leave them lying around town, I spray paint stencils on walls. I'm used to putting myself out there. I'm used to at least a small amount of attention. I'm sure you are too.  

Speaking with people face to face is the new art. I’m not good at it.  Say, the butcher cuts the wrong sized portion of flank steak, I just smile and take it. I end up hiding the bloody mess behind a box of Apple Jacks. What? .... I didn’t want it. I don't even eat meat. 

We still have our phones and they say they will let us have those at least until all the satelites crash down to earth. But, im not good on the phone either. Ive been told I sound lethargic and bored. I say “Probably just bored. You bore me”. I don’t really  mean it.  The grid is falling apart it's in shambles. in a word. It's fucked. and so is the economy or that matter. But, youll be glad to know im getting on without internet girlfriends. Without of those kinds of "friends" at all. 


What im  having to do is meet girls through my drawings on backs of match-book covers.  Call me. I write and then toss them behind abandoned buildings and in front of the shelters. What im trying to say is , I miss the internet, but not as much as I miss you.