Friends have come and gone as well as women. Those few faithful friends simply accept that I will not change that which defines me for anyone else other than myself. Women on the other hand have tried diligently to change me into what they thought was a better me. They didn't like me riding motorcycles and tried to prohibit it. That was funny because the bikes came long before the bitches and were always more faithful so I stuck with the bikes. These silly girls didn't like me being me and having friends of every gender and tried to stop me from being friends with them, again these women failed. There has been one that has never asked me to change anything at all about myself. In fact the great part of this relationship is that neither of us has asked the other to change. We have allowed the other person to be exactly whatever they wanted to be. If riding a wheelie for miles down the road was my definition of fun then that is what I did with no flack from her and if purchasing an ungodly amount of shoes simply to have a different flavor everyday was her definition of a successful woman then she was allowed to do it with no lip out of me. Neither of us has had to change our definition if you will. Derrick is still defined as random, loud, obnoxious, rambunctious, and wide open among several others that you can all add at your leisure. There is however something very interesting that I have noticed. She never once asked me to change my definition but she did ask me to extend it. She never removed or asked me to remove anything from my definition but only asked me to add to it, an addendum if you will. She introduced me to beer, snowboarding, snow cream, a few simply joys of country living, and a few escapades under the sheets that for me have an addiction quality one would liken to crack-cocaine. Now none of these, along with many others, were ever in my original definition of myself but have certainly been included in the addendum. The absolutely glorious thing about it all is that she didn't just ask anything of me that she didn't require of herself when it came to the definition addendum. She too added an addendum with things like ranch, rare steaks, motorcycle stunting, a love for NYC, and Chambord chicken. So both definitions remain and both addendums lengthen. Tomorrow we will fly out together to Denver and one week from the day we fly out I will ask her to lengthen her addendum.

Take it easy,

Derrick Lee Myers

This man will soon venture out of the late twenties and start a new life in the early thirties. The end of another decade will come and the beginning of a new one will open. Those who know me might say this could be considered the halfway point for me and yet others will contest that only the good die young so I should be safe for a very long time to come. Either way thirty is but 3 months away and along with the beginning of the new trip around the sun I vow to start several new beginnings in this decade. So here is to new beginnings in this new year soon to be new decade. I truly hope you all enjoy the point in life at which you are currently because there is no second chance to enjoy where ever you currently are right now.

Take it easy,

Derrick Lee Myers

Do you remember back in the day when your mother told you it was the thought that counted? You know you have heard the saying when children bring drawings for birthday presents instead of expensive gifts and it was the thought that counted. When a husband did the dishes, laundry, cooked simply because the wife was feeling under the weather. Or what about when you finally did run into some money and instead of getting an expensive gift for a loved one you purchased a cheaper gift that had meaning, sentiment, and thought behind it. Well over the years I guess I took what my mother said literally. I honestly can not think of a gift that I have spent on to many people that ever cost me that much money. I have generally sought after those gifts that would bring up some sentiment in the receiver of the gift. A Demdaco Willow Tree ornament for my mother's house and a poem to go along with it one year cost all of about $50 and an hour of my time but I know for sure my mother knows exactly where that ornament is and has saved the poem in her special spot. A leveling kit for a friend and his already huge F-250 didn't cost an arm and a leg but to see his jaw drop in amazement, astonishment, and sheer uninhibited joy was completely worth the money and time together turning wrenches putting it on. So I say all of that to say this. I know every girl wants a huge diamond ring on their left hand and to show it off in comparison to all of her girlfriends but really how unique is a diamond ring? EVERY Single girl I know who is married/engaged, minus one, has a white diamond ring with diamonds down the side and a matching wedding band. How original can it be, how thoughtful was it, and exactly how special can something be when a trained monkey could have picked out the same thing. Now I understand a cracker jacks ring isn't exactly suitable for an engagement ring but what about a ring that has some meaning behind it. One that took months and months to make, hours upon hours to create, and was created by my very own two hands out of a solid hunk of metal and a CNC machine. One where there is no exact ring like it in the world, not even close by a long shot and was seriously 'hand crafted' by my hands. Now this gift is full of thought, time, and love and yet this thoughtful gift still loses to the expensive status quo of a diamond ring. So much for 'it was the thought that counted.' Seems a little depressing to me and when I'm depressed I spend money and write. Since I can't spend money because I have to save up for an expensive non thoughtful ring I have chosen to write.

Take it easy,

Derrick Lee Myers

Lately in the extravaganza known as my life there have passed a few individuals who have run up on the short end of the stick in their relationships. Sure there are always countless people who seem to run into issues when it comes to the opposite sex but lately I have been bombarded by a few hand full of fellow friends faulty fancied infatuations. Yes I make no mistake about the relationship in calling it an infatuation, but still an infatuation can be a very real, productive, and healthy thing to be involved with if both parties are included equally. You see every relationship, infatuation or otherwise, is simply an easy fractional statistical analysis away from determining the end result of the relationship. I hear hopeless romantics screaming like naysayers against the fact that any and every relationship can be reduced down to a fractional analysis to determine the end result but let me explain before you get bent out shape. Before we get into any really difficult equation(s) let me first debunk a few common notions that must remain and be seen unequivocally the way I set them straight. These variables can not and will not change, ever.

The first of these barbarous notions is that one person can effectively complete equivalent required responsibilities as efficiently as two people. Barring the fact you have entered into a relationship with a completely inept individual two people can spread the work load between the two and more efficiently complete all tasks and responsibilities. For those who are mathematical in their ways lets analyze this with a trusted formula W(work) = F(force) * D(distance) / T(time). Now some of you may geeks might be thinking I have never seen this formula, email me and I'll give you the derivative break down of how physics works as for the rest of us, lets take a few examples of this to prove it. Jane has a yard to mow so the distance will remain constant for all variable equations and seeing as how it is a constant constraint can be eliminated from this example equation. To mow her yard takes the force of her exerting leverage behind her push mower to cover the entire yard and takes approximately and hour to complete. Billy has the same scenario with the same mower and same sized yard and it takes him an hour to complete the yard mowing duties. Knowing that Jane gave Billy the eye last week and they moved in together this week we can assume that the mowing of the one common yard will not take an hour to mow because now there are two individuals mowing versus the one. So after Billy moved in with Jane they started doing all the household chores this way, effectively each persons true work load would decrease in some manner because now instead of one person doing all the chores the two share the chores between them. Now instead of taking an hour to mow, the entire yard is cut in thirty minutes, the dishes are done in 5 instead of 10, the house is swept in 10 instead of 20, and so on an so forth. Now instead of having chores 5 out of 7 nights they have cut chore days down to 2.5 out of 7 nights which leaves more play time. Fractionally speaking they went from a 5/7 or 71% work load to a 2.5/7 or a 35% work load. Now granted this is with an equally shared work load and doesn't take into consideration that perhaps one of the two might do more around the house than the other. Despite the fact they survived just fine without the other for so long and the knowledge that they could in fact be single again if they wanted or circumstances lead to the demise of their relationship, should this in fact happen it would take them them an increased 2.5 days of work load or an additional 35% to complete the same work the team completed in record astonishing time. Assuming they shared the household chores equally amongst themselves then all of this remains true. Granted there are certain items that might stay stagnant in work load percent or in some cases increase in time consumption due to the fact there is not a shared medium, such as laundry. This, my fellow men, is a large contributing factor as to why women are so amazed when men do laundry. Mainly because this is one of the tasked items that only increases as the family increases and for some reason most women pick up these duties. (As a side note the majority of women pick up these duties because they are picky about how laundry is done. Being a man with fitted clothes I know how to wash and what not to dry but even in my world it doesn't make sense why the white bra can be dried but the pink one can not.) So as Billy and Jane go about their business and doing the chores until we slap some realism into this equation. Billy takes over the mowing duties because he doesn't feel like Jane, being the petite smoking hottie that she is, should be out there mowing the grass. So Jane allocates her 30 minutes of yard mowing to something else most likely picking up around the house which was one of Billy's chores but since he mows all the grass for her, she picks up his half of the house. Now generally speaking in a healthy relationship all responsibilities are split 50/50, however, when it really comes down to it generally the man is bringing home more bacon at night and therefore he feels he can allow himself to slip a little on the household side of things regardless of whether this is fair or not is not to question in this writing it is simply stating a fact. With this in mind, and the fact that most men tend to be a little less tidy than most women, Jane's house work load now is increased by two variables she didn't figure into the equation. So I'll leave you with this first notion debunked but just remember that this work load fraction will come into play later.

The second of these notions is that a person can complete you. This silly idea has always been foreign to me. At what point did you become a fractional version of yourself? Are you less than one person? Did you have a leg amputated? Then yes you are less than one of yourself, however, barring any major surgeries there is no way that you can be equal to any less than 1 of yourself. You are whole in and of yourself without anyone else but I do think I know what you are trying to say. What you are trying to say is that a certain someone may not meet their potential all of the time or may not bring as much to the table as another person. For example: If we take 3 random males (James, John, Jeremy) that one woman, Jenny, is dating but has not yet stamped out the 'one' for her she may start to calculate total net worth of these men derived by assets minus liabilities to help her choose between the three. James scores exquisitely high on the activeness asset but his finances are a heavy liability where on the other hand John scores medium in the asset of being attractive and finances are a heavy asset as well however his liability is his inconsistency, demeanor, and attitude. Finally our friend Jeremy has the asset of being the sweetest man alive, has the asset of being medium attractiveness, and a fair asset in finances however has the liability of being a 'friend' for many years to Jenny. So Jenny calculates dependent on her past experiences weighing on these three lads and for some reason Jeremy, because he is a friend and has always been there for her, comes out to a total net worth of 65% compatibility. John's liability of inconsistency and attitude land him at 75% and James, as we all know because he looks good and Jenny is shallow, scores an 80%. Now this does not mean that giving James an 80% means he is only 80% of a man, because surely he is a whole unit of himself and 100% male but rather her analysis of his compatibility to her required needs. So Jenny and James get together and Jenny finds out James has more liabilities than she had anticipated because as we found in our last calculations in regards to work somehow James is lazy. This is probably the reason he finds himself with the heavy liability of finances as well but now Jenny realizes she is forced to consume a large portion of his work load around the house and suddenly other men's net worth are being calculated.

So on to our final calculation. This calculation I don't believe will be in any math book but should make relative sense. Say we take our first calculations on who is, or who is not, doing the work and we set it next to in a multiplication fashion that second calculation which is compatibility and we set all of that over or to be divided by Stress multiplied by time for a solution of one of two answers, Pass or Fail. Now obviously all solutions can and will change on a regular, daily, hourly basis. However, for the most part the more compatible you are by the more work you place into your relationship all divided by a low amount of stressing times equates to a higher possibility that you and your significant other will have a greater likelihood of passing the test of time. There is only one catch to this entire mathematical equation, you only posses the ability to change your half. You have no control over the other half of the equation which would be your partners side to calculate, maintain, adjust, and analyze for corrective actions when and if necessary. Then again maybe they will ultimately calculate that you were not worth the time any longer even though your half of the equation had a solution was coming out just fine for you. This my friends is life. Sometimes certain things simply fail because the other side of the equation doesn't add up to passing.

Take it easy,

Derrick Lee Myers

Beautiful ladies in wonderfully matching dresses, hair that took hours to manipulate, and all matching the colors of the flowers that lace the centerpiece of this room.  These are the ladies that men go to great lengths to keep wrapped up in because they are far and few between in regards to their grace, loyalty, and undying ability to love men like us.  Opposing the ladies are men in suits whose cummerbund matches the ladies dresses which again match the flowers.  These are the type of men women get lost in, not because they are in suits, because these are the men that all women dream of finding and spending the rest of their days wrapped up in the security of a good man.  A terrific day turns to terror when the groom finds out that what he had anticipated for so many years has really not been the case at all.  Let me explain a little bit further.

Our groom, an average man in his early 30's, stepped off the love train in his early 20's.  He then knew little of love and did manly things to women, running through them faster than the wind blows through trees.  Flying through and never a second glance at the turmoil behind in his wake.  Hearts broken, minds dilapidated, and spirits crushed.  All of this until an easy speaking, rambunctious blonde came about.  She was different than these others fly by night cookie cutter candy stripper girls that had been pre-baked at 350 degrees and shipped all over the country.  She was dirty, yet refined.  She came around often but was never pushy or clingy.  She drew in the wandering man with a steady slow hand and never any faster than his own pace.  They enjoyed the best of times and our young man had never been happier in a relationship, in a friendship, and with the one he considered to be his one and only last lover. Eventually he gave it all to her.  His money, his mind, his heart, his time, his freedom, and it was at this point he thought he was going to give her his last name and the rest of what had not already been given. That is until his terrific day turned terrible.

Here it is the big day and the groom is having a little conversation with his best friend, the Oak Tree friend.  You know the type that always is steady, strong, and firmly standing there in the ground even when the wind, our groom, was flying around and about this Oak never moved.  The conversation was a typical one between them, both sharing knowledge and truth trinkets that the other already knew but they shared them anyway more to remind themselves of how life really was than to remind the other.  The groom was an excellent communicator and expressed his sentiments lavishly and fervently and the Oak Tree was very deliberate, precise, and methodical in his exhorts.  True to their own characteristics they remained and yet accepted, as always, the differences that made them unique from one another.  It was a moment between best friends that would have won Oscars.  Until the groom hopped up from their family truth time talk and said “It feels great to finally be back on the love train with ‘Ginger’ let’s get this wedding on the road.”  The Oak Tree slowly stood up with a miniscule hesitation in his voice and a perplexed look on his solid face.  “‘Rosemary’ is who you are getting married to my friend, you haven’t seen ‘Ginger’ in over 3 years and you two broke up about 7 years ago.”  Total annihilation entered into the groom’s world but mainly disbelief.  He had just seen ‘Ginger’ this morning getting out of the shower.  He noticed her distinguished features that no other woman could have possibly shared.  Those tats, this ring, that birth mark, those moles, the facial features that were pronounced with her and her sister.  “Oak Tree you must be mistaken ‘Ginger’ and I have never been better.  I just was with her this morning watching her go through her morning routine.  I obsessed over how wonderful she looked straight out of bed and ogled every chance I could steal through the mirror as she pranced around behind me.”  Confusion sets in between the two friends and instantly a gap of calamity forms between them.  “Oak Tree please tell me this is all a joke.  I don’t even know a ‘Rosemary’ so how can I be getting married to her?”  The Oak Tree remains his constant analytical logical self and pieces the puzzle together for the tortured vexed mind of our groom. 

“Do you remember seeing the doctor after a very tragic event in your life and he placed you on a solid dosage of medication to consume regularly?”

“Hell no Oak Tree I have never taken pills, I hate taking them for colds let alone anything else.”

“So you don’t remember the three months you spent catatonic after you and ‘Ginger’ separated?”

“Are you crazy Oak tree?  I have never ……”

At this point the bride’s father walks in and asks if everything is alright but our groom doesn’t recognize him as the father of his bride ‘Ginger.’

Astonished, perplexed, and vexed with disbelief he glances at Oak Tree and realizes that this friend has never let him down before and certainly wouldn’t pick a day of this magnitude to start.  Was it real?  Had our groom displaced reality with his own more bearable version?  Had he stopped taking his medication completely and jumped into the first relationship he found?  Had he really not noticed the differences physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually in these two women?  Or had he noticed them, ignored them, and played out how his ‘Ginger’ would have reacted, how she looked, how she walked….

The truth settles into all of them and hits our groom with the same majestic hundred pound sledge that had sent him into a catatonic state only this time he feels his soul split in half, shrivel up, and die as his delusional love train derails catches fire and burns to cinders.

Run!

Run!

Run!

Away from this horrific plot that only a tormented mind could have placed into action.

“I’m sorry Oak Tree, I have to flee.  I can not go through with this.  It isn’t right.  It isn’t fair to ‘Rosemary’ it isn’t what I want.  I need ‘Ginger’ and won’t be satisfied until she is mine.  I must go Oak Tree, I will call later.”

Burning into the setting sun on two feet in his wedding suit, our groom runs.  Runs away from ‘Rosemary’ and the father-in-law he never once seen before, he runs away from a lives led astray by a demented mind. He runs away but more than that he runs toward her.  Toward the only one who was patient enough to bring him through, the only one who was kind enough to understand it would take time.  He runs toward her because she is the one he wants, she is the one he is IN love with, and she is the one he needs!  He runs and runs until his heart pumps pure acid. He runs until his lungs can’t keep up and hypoxia stops him in his tracks.  Fainted and out cold he dreams of her and those soft eyes.  She comes to him in his dreams and his reality is once again the way he wants it, with her.  But our groom is weary because she is hesitant in her ways with him.  She softly whispers in his ear where he has collapsed, “We just didn’t work out, so I left you and married him.”  She points to a familiar face and as she does his heart accelerates to beyond capacity.  Not from anger from distraught, not from failure but from love loss, and he dies emotionally, mentally, and physically at her feet weeping in his own tears because his heart couldn’t keep up with the reality that the conductor intentionally derailed his love train and his necessary reality.  Without it he discontinued hope, stopped replacing reality maniacally, and ceased to live in every aspect.

It is at this point I wake up in the middle of the night, next to ‘Ginger’ in her great glory.  Her awesome angelic like state asleep and I must give her a kiss, say my many thanks that she is right here next to me tonight.  But then again, is this ‘Ginger’ or is this ‘Rosemary’ and I am simply translating reality again…..

Over the last several years I have noticed a huge change in what I was and what I am now. Lately I have come to the realization that no one should marry until they are past 25 years of age because truly people don't have a clue who they are until then and in another 5 years I might say that number should be raised to 30 but for now 25 is a good age. I know that I have change considerably from that 19 year old boy getting married to the 28 year old man who has been divorced for 3 years now. Along this adventure of life the final destination is not the point because death is the ending for us all, however, it is the journey as we have all heard a thousand times that makes the trip worth while. On this trip having a few people to hang around and enjoy always makes the ride a little more enjoyable. Do I get along with these people all the time? Hell no! Do any of these people bear the same characteristics as me? Certainly not you see I am perfectly sane and subdued and they are all crazy out of control lunatics, but they are still my friends and I find it necessary on this January of the New Year 2008 to say a few things to and/or about these idiots in my life.

Family.


Mom and Pops – Thanks for the support in everything and the beatings when I needed them. Sometimes I think the support I received was a knee to bend over so I could receive these beatings but the support was always there nonetheless. Somehow you both became infinitely smarter the older I became, not sure how that happened or what sneaky sort of classes you were taking to out wit me, regardless if I had only listened more to your guidance and less to my whimsical meanderings I'm sure I wouldn't have had nearly as tough of a row to hoe. Maybe in my next 30 years I'll be a more astute student.

Lil Red – Seems like I see you less now than I did when I lived in Oklahoma. Your always busy and so am I but don't let that lead you into believing I don't have the time for you or even worse don't care. On the contrary, I am very concerned with your activities, work, progress, and life. I hope that one day you will meet that right man and maybe not have to work yourself to death but until then working isn't going to hurt you by any means. It's about time you started working to support yourself anyway, you have been under that wing for way to long in my opinion but then again I'm sure once my little girl gets there I'll shelter her for as long as she will allow also. Love you, Love me, your brother…. By the way you might want to have some children because I think mom and pops are leaving all their inheritance to the grandbabies and we aren't getting shit!

Tonto – Miss you man, wish you would bring your ass out here to NC with me, things just aren't the same without you. We have known each other for a long time, jr. high for me, and I hope I never lose touch with you. Never once have you ever failed to help out when necessary and never once have we ever had a dull moment together. Once Buck Diesel gets off the ground you better pack your bags because your Indian ass is coming out here hoss. Brotha's from different mothas always.

LT – I'm sure you knew you wouldn't be to far down this list. :) You also know there is a reason why you aren't very far down this list. Those reasons are too many to list or detail here but realize that the first part of this list is labeled Family for a reason and there was no mistake in placing the individuals under the Family section. Damn near from day one of setting foot in North Carolina you and I have been terrorizing small children, pushing over elder folks, and stealing canned goods from the orphanage. You have seen some of the worst years in my life but because of the slow, methodical, analytical, honest, country, integrity driven rock known as LAT I have made it through with another brotha from a different motha. I don't ever have to say it but you know it doesn't matter when, where, how, why, or what the fuck is going on… If it's going down, bad, wrong, terrible, good, golden, foul, average, or however it goes... I'm not just in your corner for the tag team; I'm the mother fucker jumping in the ring off the top turn buckle fist firsts to rock the world of whatever/whoever is messing with my brother.

SC – Worst day of my life and who was there cursing the dirty whore who brought it? Yup my second sister. Went to my mother's wedding, my wedding, and your wedding and would be happier than a pig in shit if I didn't have to attend another one for the rest of my life but I'm sure LT will get married sooner….. Or later and I will need to attend that one. Always up to listen about my shenanigans and more than willing to tell me not only was there to much splenda in my cup but to also tell me I was the funniest and most stupid person you have ever known. Not afraid to tell it how it is but also smart enough to know I don't give two flying flips about anything but those nearest and dearest to me. Also smart enough to know I am a deeply tormented man, the reason for my insomnia, the quick wits to keep up with my mind, and a friend I consider a sister before a friend. You can crash our Christmas anytime you like sweetheart you're alright in my books. Just let Mr. C know he is a lucky hard playing pimp and played his cards right to get you. Should you ever need a break from the little man and don't mind your first born being around his crazy uncle you know where I live, just call and I'll meet you at the end of the 4X4 only path that leads to my house.

M – So silly how by letting the wild man run free and only laying out sweet food here and there he came around to enjoying your company. You laced our time together with arsenic or cocaine, not for sure which, but in the end it kept me coming back for more. Now that I am fully addicted I assume it was crack cocaine that kept me coming back to you, that and your wonderful free spirited attitude. You have stuck through so much and jumped through loop after loop, I am sure it is no where near the end but I am grateful you have stuck true to this point. Know that I am yours.



Friends.

DG – The enigma we all know as DG. You sir are a hard working SOB and in the same sentence you are also a hard partying SOB. I would probably be dead if I drank as much as often as you but even worse I would be stuck, with no recovery vehicle, in every mud hole I could throw the Rubi into. Many a night we have drank and bitch about 'those girls' and I am sure there are many more to come but we both know the favor is returned. Thanks for all your help on the ranch and for trying to watch after us when we aren't able to watch after ourselves.

CM – I am sincerely grateful for everything that you do for your best friend. I am sure there have been many bitch sessions about yours truly and hell there will probably be many more but in exchange you can bitch about DG and she can bitch about me. You're a great friend to us all and as loyal as they come. You'll make out good in life lil missy so don't you fret one bit about the small things.


ALD – You and your sister make me jealous. I wish me and my siblings were as close, as similar, and as involved with the other as you two are but age, distance, and different lifestyles prohibit that for me and mine. GVD is a good man and reminds me a lot of me when I was his age. I wish nothing but the best for you two.
RB – You're a cool cat man. One of the easiest going guys I know. It has been my pleasure getting to know you and yours. I surely hope things work out for you and those children; I know I wouldn't mind seeing them around more often. You got a good girl with a lot of fight in her, but hey sometimes fight is good especially when you two are getting into your role playing games and she is the rape victim. ;0) you kinky sluts.

SB – I don't know who is luckier, you or RB, but I am going to have to say it is most likely you. He is a good man and does you right in every single way. Don't blame him for the fact he wasn't blessed with size in the love tool area just think of it as an advantage because now anal really isn't all that difficult for you.




There are a few that I have forgotten but for now this list will suffice maybe Monday I will get to the rest of those who matter in my life.

Take it easy,

Derrick Lee Myers

Here it is another late night for a man of many late nights. No, I am not a stranger to the sleepless nights and I’ve been asking insomnia for years to find another friend.  I assume my company is of such high quality, great regard, and hard to find caliber that few leave its side once they have encountered it… and my rambling mind rambles on as usual.  This leaves me wide awake in the middle of the night while the rest of normal society dreams of telling someone despised off, screwing the hot models in lewd ways, and flying.  All the things we wish we could do but don’t or can’t for whatever reason we attempt in our dreams.  We run through the scenarios of our self directed fate in dreams that undoubtedly end with us prevailing in circumstances where we have not succeeded in real life.  Here we are fighting giants and slaying them, ending up alive when by all reasonable means we would have been dead, and we end up happy.  If we don’t like where our dreams are going we simply blank it out and are miraculously in a different plane of time where suddenly circumstances are not as stacked against us…. Or back into reality for those who missed that transition. What a beautiful peaceful, soothing place to be!  A place where you can do, be, say, act, or accomplish anything your mind and drive you to think.  Rules and limitations do not apply in this playing field and thank goodness you can escape the limitations of physics in at least one realm of your life right?  Escape gravity and simply jump up from a stand still to fly among the birds.  It would, if I could sleep, soothe me so to be able to escape from this reality for just a few hours.  Is it that my reality is horrid that I need to escape it? By no means, but damn it if you all have the luxury of gravity-less adventures with playboy bunny beautiful women damn it so do I.  Those far and few between times that I actually do lay this thick head of mine down I end up dreaming, just like the rest of you about things that simply do not exists, that I can’t/won’t/don’t have in my life.  I chase the scenarios of self directed fate in dreams of where I have not succeeded in real life.  While you are dreaming about crazy lewd encounter with a catholic school girl who is Jessica Simpson hott and Jenna Jameson hornie I am dreaming about a faithful/beautiful/smart/educated/self assured/career focused/loyal/wonderful woman.  While you are dreaming about tearing your worst enemy’s heads off like Predator, I dream of a fight to my enemy’s demise because they dare mess with my children.  Every now and again your dreams lead you to flying like Super-man while mine have me flying emotionally because of the romantic love I am wrapped up in with a wonderful woman.  At any rate dreams are placed in minds to soothe, to escape, to stretch the mind beyond this realm and confirm that life isn’t always so bad in fact for the most part it isn’t all that bad most of the times.

To my fellow friends, acquaintances, and strange ones all alike have fun in your dreams and when you wake up remember those things you can only dream I have done and in some respect all those things I dream of I am sure you may have under wraps with no issues.

I hope you all have a great day or night as it may be right now.  The early A.M. calls and a bowl of cheerios and early morning police videos call my name. 

Take it easy,

Derrick Lee Myers