September 01, 2003
things i thought about
One of the books I read on the island was George Carlin's Napalm and Silly Putty. That guy should start a blog.
I had one terrible nightmare about some kind of government agency coming to take Quinton away from me because I wasn't feeding him correctly. I woke up in a cold sweat with both of my fists balled, ready to fight. I blame some of my trolls for that dream.
I watched Terminator III when I took a break from the sun around noon on Saturday. I thought the movie was pretty okay. I didn't fall asleep in the middle of it.
I ate some of the best jerked pork I've ever tasted, cooked and served right next to the swimming pool at the hotel. It burned my belly for more than an hour. Just damn! That was good. Nice, spicy black beans and rice came with it, too.
I was sitting by the pool reading a book and some fat little yankee kid did a cannonball right in front of me. He wet up me and my book. I told him, "Hey! Show some manners! Don't splash me again."
He sticks his pissly head of of the water and says, "Oh, yeah? Whatcha gonna do about it?"
Little asshole. Who did he thing he was dealing with? I whipped out two water pistols and did my best to put his fucking eyes out. I blinded the rat, then shot him in both ears. "Next time, I'll PISS in the pistols," I told him. "Don't you EVER wet me again, ya brat!" (I cannot stand a smart-mouthed child.) He went to the other end of the pool and never came back. I don't know where the hell his parents were. I never saw them, but I had both water-pistols ready for them. They needed an ass-whipping for raising a disrespectful prick as a son.
After I did that, I heard a woman giggle. "You have children, don't you?" she asked. I told her that I had a son about that boy's age who weighed about 50 pounds less than that BRAT and had one HELL of a lot more manners. She was wearing a purple bathing suit and reading a romance novel. She had red toenails. She was from Wisconsin.
Jerked pork goes really well with Red Stripe beer.
I saw Mars come up from the horizon every night I was on the island. It was really impressive and really red when I watched it rise up from the sea. I also saw it at 4:30 in the morning on the opposite side of the sky. It resembled just another star by then.
I got rained on once. It felt good.
When I was about to take that picture of the sunrise this morning, I saw a woman walking a dog that was uglier than sugarmama's. Not the woman. She wasn't bad looking. But that was one ugly-assed dog.
I thought about going to work tomorrow. I wish that I hadn't done that.
jeez, i din know you was out on a high culcha weekend. pussy, pork and beer. now thats a road trip I coulda made.
while you was gone, some real dumb sumbitiches was pretended to be you.
one cunt posted about how hard it was for her to take a shit on the road. Is these retards posting for you your friends? A-man, I thought more highly of you. Dunno why you want to lower your standards fokr shit mummie folk.
Do us a favor and lift you standards a bit. We be flailing in shit here.
p.s. whose this bimbo called Jennifer. She's one rotten tomato.
Your bad dreams about social workers coming to take Quinton away may have to do with they way you talk about his mother.
The fact is, verbal abuse of his mother is abuse of him. I'm surprised you don't realize this.
When you bad-mouth his mother, you undermine his security and ultimately destroy his relationship with the foremost adult in his life.
It may be amusing to you--and to some of your followers on the Internet, but ultimately undermining his relationship with his primary caregiver will be damaging to your son.
I suggest, your dream was about that. Subsitute not feeding him properly with not supporting his primary relationship with his mother and you've got--bingo!
Despite what the jerks who comment about your right not to be politically correcty have to say, the truth is that you need to clean up your act as far as your son is concerned. Otherwise, should your ex-wife want to seek sole custody, and you be denied visitation, I think she could, by citing the supportive posts to your negative statements about 'the blood sucking cunt" win in a court.
It may amuse you to be so verbally abusive on your blog, but as it is a public forum, and your son, your ex-wife, her lawyers, etc. have access to your public statements about the boys' mother, you could be found an unexceptable parent.
Think about it. Then tell me to go bark up a tree.
Other than the two large bumps in the road; the god-awful nightmare, and the fat wet obnoxious nightmare in the pool sounds like you had a pretty good holiday. Welcome home.
Don't think A-Man need worry too much about it, as there are indications that Quinton already knows everything he needs to know about the prior relationship. He'll be in a position in a couple of years to speak his own mind to the court, anyway.
And, MB suspects that he hears a lot from the 'ex' about how awful A-Man is supposed to be, and still wants to be with his father, so it doesn't really matter all that much. She seems the sort that would be doing her own propaganidizing on her end with most of Quinton's time available to her to do it.
Beth, go bark up a tree.
welcome back....i won't complain about your guest bloggers, i didn't "get" them...but what do i know?....and just a sidenote...."Beth", i hate holier-than-thou types....please shut up *charmed smiles sweetly*
AM, sounds like you had a rejuvenating time on JI. Good, you deserved it.
Beth, Shut the fuck up, already! Jeesus. Spend your energy concerning yourself with your own life and stop with the sanctimonious drivel.
Okay have it your way. Poor Quinton. Someday this will come back to haunt you. And all the momma bears and sugar bears and yahoo gasbags who today support your irresponsible behavior will provide little when Quinton is afloat.
Do yourself a favor, and Quinton, and think through your past and future talk about Quinton's mother in his presence, or on a forum where he will see it.
These people who think you're funny when you trash talk Quinton's mother are NOT your friends.
I'm a little surprised you don't already know this, but I think you may already have an inkling. Why else the bad dream?
God bless you, and Quinton. I have other trees to bark up. Good bye.!
Hey Aman. Welcome home. While you were a way a lot of crap, real bad crap got posted. One of the crappiest things I noticed was when somebody doesn't like something somebody writes, especially something they don't agree with it's 'whiny", or "puerile>" why is that A-man? don't these snotty farts have better vocabulary so's they have to use the same stoopid ajectives to discredit jerks they disagree with? Why is that A-Man? ya think their too stoopid to actually read what's written and use some brain power to construct an argument in rebuttal? Or is it just that most of your readers are southern rednecks who don't know enough to post an intelligent comment and just post swear words instead.
I was wondering.
Beth is another one of those pathetic butt-inskies who knows everything but understands nothing. But they still have to spout off, on everyone else's turf, mind you, just to feel better about themselves.
I think if the gummint does come to take Quinton away, we'll all know who called 'em.
Now that's a laugh, not feeding the kid correctly, when about 10% of your posts are about how much the boys eat and what you fed them.
We need to implement a new rule: anyone who seriously tries to psychoanalyze someone's dreams or behavior over the internet needs to be instantly and completely ignored.
I got news for ya, Beth: we don't know Acidman no matter how much we read of his site (and how much more we learn about certain parts of him than we'd like). We're only presented with some aspects of his life, and if I had to guess I'd say he saves most of his anger at his ex for this site. But that is absolutely a wild-ass guess, because I just plain don't know the man. And neither do you, Beth, so do us all a favor and save it for a site whose readers are gullible enough to fall for it.
I'm sad that you didn't take a photo of the dog. I bet it was cute.