Friday, June 30, 2017

The Punk Years....Part One




In the beginning....

   When I was fourteen years old my sister Maryanne gave me a Misfits cassette for my birthday. “You will like this!” She said with excitement. And she was right because as soon as the first track concluded, I was a fan, but, I wasn’t ready to give my life to this music just yet. I liked it but I liked a number of other genres of music as well. My friends though were different. They were hooked. These maniacs that had pledged their allegiance to the metal gods had laid down their arms and replaced their angst with anarchy patches and mohawks. You couldn’t really blame them though because this was the late eighties when glam metal was ruling the charts, so when they came to that fork in the road of either slam pits or whatever crap MTV was churning out, three chords and a monkey beat just seemed the wiser choice.
Punk rock had seemed to blow up overnight in my home town. Bands were formed and backyard concerts were held on the regular. It was a great time, but, just like everything else it came to an end. People graduated, moved away, and got on with their lives, but the few that remained kept the fire burning. And though Father Time was chewing them up and spitting them out, they refused to give up….and grow up like the rest of us.

Whatever that means?

   I was twenty five when I got the call. I had been living in Los Angeles off and on for the last four years, and ever since my stint in the military had ended, I was on a quest. I wanted a band. Honestly, I had always been more into metal and rap music, and since bands like Red Hot Chili Peppers and Infectious Grooves were gaining fame, now was the time to act.

(Phone rings)
 Me- Hello.
 Jerry- Hey! What’s up? I was calling about the singer ad you posted in the Music Connection.
 Me- Cool. Thanks for calling. You guys are into funk and metal, right?
 Jerry- No, we actually we are a punk band.
 Me- Punk band? Not, a funk band?
 Jerry- Nope, we play punk rock. The Music Connection probably made a mistake.
 Do you like punk? If so, you are more than welcome to come down and try out.
 Me- Sure….fuck it…when and where?

  A week later, I met these metal dudes at a whare house in Canoga Park. Since punk had become popular again, thanks to Green Day, they wanted to cash in on this franchise. Their mentor was the late Jim Cherry of Strung out, and because of this, the “band” sounded pretty much like whatever was making money on Fat Wreck Chords. I think Jim new that this project wasn’t going anywhere because the first day that I met him, he invited me to go on a Fat Burger run….
Jim- So dude, do you like this band? Because I think you are a really good fit for it.
 Me- What do you mean?
 Jim- What I mean is that if you want this band to prosper, you need to become the leader. These guys are idiots, but you, you get it…Pat.
 Me- Um…okay? Can you buy me a burger?
 Jim- (rolls his eyes)
But, after day five of band practice, I called it quits. For one, Canoga Park was just too far away to sit in a stinky rehearsal room and watch my band mates get high, and two, I had to ride the bus to this place, which meant getting home at three in the morning and then wake up three hours later for work…taxing.

  I kept in contact with the guitar player though, who went by the name of Scott. He was a big fan of Lagwagon, as well as Snickers and Coke (cheap shot…I know), and still wasn’t ready to give up on the dream just yet.

To be continued....

Sunday, June 25, 2017

The Death of Andy Macgee

There once was a boy that stalked these marshlands......


He'd capture his prey
And had torturous demands....

He went by the name of  Andy Macgee....

And if you knew any better....

You'd listen to me....

Andy was a little obnoxious twit
He'd hunt our kind
With out giving a shit.....

One minute, you'd be sunning yourself on a rock
The next you'd be stuffed in his dirty sock....

Everyday, it was nonstop
With pot shots from slingshots
To dashing and dodging big splashing rocks....

His favorite pastime though, was shooting us into space
We had enough and made a plan that we'd have brighter days

He'd always climax when we exploded
So, we planned to high jack his life until he corroded

Bottle rockets and matches in his pockets
Andy was ready to play with his toys...

Deployed, to end this evil boy
We used my brother Frank as a decoy

Andy tied his victim to the missle
And aimed it at the sky...

Hoping body parts would land on any passer by

 Franks wife gave a whimper
And his kids began to cry

 It was time for this little monsters demise!

But, before he became another notch on Andys belt
He felt, the attack from the back, and let out a yelp

He lost his footing and realised his blunder
The swamp life worked together and held him under....

Until he died!!!

Friday, June 23, 2017

Moving On

The roar of the crowd shook the bleachers.....
Underneath, he reached over to kiss her
As another football game took over another small town....
They swore that they would be together forever
A love sick teenage bender on a train
Traveling to no where bound....

Two years later, they became of legal age
But, he didn't make the grades
A soldier story became his reality
She knew in college some one else would date her
And he wouldn't wait for her

Another broken up couple winding up rat race casualties
A decade passed, without any questions asked
About the random avenues and on ramps

That had come and gone....
Odd jobs and daily tasks
Corporate jungles and business masks
Left them both with drawn....

She dug through her purse, working her way through a lunch crowd maze
Thinking about the lines on her face....

American dreams served with a side of fries and a paper hat
He was releived to find a parking space
Unemployed, and feeling like a disgrace
He found him self staring into her eyes
Finally smiling again, together they sat...

Relaxed and had a few laughs...
And at the same time realizing what ever the had
Should remain in the past....

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Saying Goodbye....

I’m sorry…

 For never writing you before...
But, I've been getting my drink on
And blowing my paycheck on foreign whores

 And I’m sorry…
 
For that day they escorted me out our door...
But like I told you, too many jaeger bombs
I'm shitting my pants and breaking shit, as if I was four

 
It’s been rough...

 But I’ve made it through this far

 The day’s are getting tougher...

 As the desert sun prepares me for future scars

 
And the only thing that keeps me alive

Is the memory of you waking at my side

But now, I just smoke too much hashish
With my half dead partners in the backseat
While saying my goodbyes....

 
Happy homes to broken dreams, derailed and dismay

Bullet holes and dying screams, are the wind in my sails

I've lost my mind, ruthless orders I'll obey
And I wouldn't have it any other way
My old self would probably be ashamed

 

I wish for you not to wait for me

Even though for you I still yearn

Please move on with out me

I won’t be able to return

 
I'm sorry....

Monday, June 19, 2017

Wise One of Japan Chapter Five


 
(Phone ringing)

Patrick answered. "Hello? Mao are you okay? What is going on?"

Patrick. I don’t know what to do. There are chasing me! Oh my God. Shit (crying) What should I do? I don’t know where I am. Please help me."

"Okay, you have to calm down and tell me where you are."

"That’s the point! I don’t know! As soon as the shooting started, I just ran as fast as I could. I didn’t see the name of the station. I just ran!"

" Whoa, slow down, Okay. Where are you now? What do you see around you?"

"Right now, I am in an alley way. I think I am behind a warehouse or something. Oh my God! I can hear them! Please tell me what to do!"

"Okay, you need to find a place to hide, and if possible, try to find something that you can use as a weapon."

"I have a gun."

"Where did you get a gun?"

"This poor man on the train gave it to me."

"Okay, whatever. What kind of gun is it?"

Mao- It’s a 9mm.

"Okay, that is good. Just make sure that the safety is off, if you have to use it."

"I don’t know what that means! Oh shit, I think they are getting closer."

"Look on the side of the weapon next to the trigger, there should be a little button that says safety. Do you see it?"

"Okay, I see it. (Sobbing)"

"Now, find some place to hide."

"Patrick."

"What?"

"They found me."

(In the distance)

"Put your weapon down! Or you will be shot and killed!"

"(Crying) Patrick. There are five of them in front of me."

"I know, I can hear them. Oh, shit."

"Patrick."

"(Crying) Yeah?"

"(Crying) I’m sorry that I didn’t listen to you. Make sure you take care of Mally. Okay? I love you."

"(Crying) Okay. I love you too."

(In the distance)

"This is your last warning! Drop your weapon or we will fire!"

"Sobbing) Patrick."

"Yeah?"

"As long as the safety is off, everything should be fine right?"

"Yeah, everything should be okay."
 
(Pop! Pop! Pop! pop! pop!)

"She’s down! Secure her weapon! We need her alive!"

 

  The only thing Patrick could hear before the phone went dead was the sound of gun fire. He stood there with a blank look on his face in the middle of Manami’s living room. He slowly sat down and stared at the floor, as Manami and Takashi stared at him from across the room. He suddenly remembered that they were there and that he was crying, and quickly wiped the tears from his face in embarrassment. But then, broke down again in tears and attempted to leave the room before Takashi stopped him.

"What the fuck is going on? Where is Mao?" Takashi asked.

"She is dead. They shot her." Patrick answered.

"Oh fuck, what should we do?"

"I need to think and I am kind of freaking out right now, so please give me a couple of minutes, okay? Well, we need to alert the town and gather as much weapons as possible for now."

"Do you think they are coming here?" Manami asked.

"What kind of weapons should I get?"

"Well, I know there are no guns in this town, so our only other choice is archery for right now. Plus of course, swords, axes, anything that is sharp and can do some serious damage. I can’t believe this is happening again."

"Again?"

"Never mind, just do what I tell you. Okay? Manami, to answer your question, yes I think they are coming here. Is there somewhere that you can take Mally? You know some where more secluded."

"Yea, I can take her to my uncles’ house in Odashi. It’s about an hour from here, but I should leave now before it gets dark. The road that takes you there through the mountain side is kind of dangerous." Manami answered.

"Well, I need you to leave for both you and Mally’s safety."

"What do you expect is going to happen?"

"A whole lot of trouble if we don’t get moving, now please get going."

As two Neaitan soldiers went through Mao’s pockets, Landor and his men arrived at the scene, and were greeted by the squad leader that had ordered Mao to be shot down. Landor stood back in amazement as he watched the Neaitan soldiers track bloody foot prints everywhere, in the result of the pool of blood that had formed around the dead body. He couldn’t believe how amateurish these soldiers were acting by not only going against his order to take the prisoner alive but by the amount of ammunition they had used on one human. But when he thought that things couldn’t be any worse, he realized that the blood wasn’t only from the human but from the dead Neaitan soldier that was lying face down in front of him. This one human had managed to kill not one but two of his soldiers in a matter of minutes. This was bad, real bad.

Landors commanders will not be pleased in what had happened today. This act of aggression could lead to an uprising amongst the locals, and this could not take place. Landor knew he had to snuff this problem out quickly, because not only his job and reputation as a great Neaitan commander was at stake, but possibly his own life as well. The Neaitan army did not take failure lightly, so this little outbreak of rebellion had to be wiped out before the days end. But as much as Landor was upset about this little matter, he couldn’t help in admiring this little Japanese woman. This weaker species had killed something so much greater than her.

  Landor was at awe with this because this had been the first time any human had ever fought back. He had never witnessed this act of aggression throughout his journeys on this miserable little planet. But then, this was the first time the Neaitans had ventured into the countryside to collect specimens. These humans were different from the ones the Neaitans usually dealt with in the major metropolises throughout the world.

And since Landor was not only a soldier but a scientist as well, he wanted to study this species more closely. But before he could do anything regarded to science, he had to clean up the mess that lied in front of him.

"What is your name soldier?" Landor asked.

Sergeant First Class Menson sir...

"I see. Well, Sergeant First Class Menson, I have a question for you. What was the order I gave you and your squad in regarding this human?"

"Your order was to take the human alive sir."

"Yes that is correct sergeant. So, please tell me why this human is lying dead in front of me?"

"I apologize sir, but the human had a fire arm sir, and had fatally shot down one of my men sir. There was nothing else we could have done sir."

"Sergeant, are you telling me that you and your men could not control one human that must not weigh more than 110 pounds?"

SFCM- I apologize sir, but like I said there was nothing we could do.

"I see. Sergeant first class Menson, who is this soldier standing behind you?"

"Sergeant Foni sir. He is my assistant sir."

" Okay Sergeant Foni, I have a question for you now."

" Yes sir. You can ask me anything sir."

"That’s good to know sergeant. So, here’s the question. Could you have handled this situation differently?"

"Sir?"

"It’s a simple question Sergeant, but since you seem to be a little confused I will word it differently. If you had been in charge, would you have been able to not only take this human alive, but keep your men alive as well?"

"Yes sir. I honestly believe there would have been a better outcome if I had been in charge sir."

"That’s good to know sergeant."

And by hearing Sergeant Foni’s answer, Landor casually pulled out his side arm, and opened up the back of Sergeant first class Menson’s scull. On a human aspect, this act of violence would be considered shocking, but this was just a normal day at the office in the Neaitan army, and as SFC Mensons’ body slumped to the ground, his replacement graciously accepted his new promotion as squad leader.

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Towels


 
I sit in a dimly lit small room....

It's around noon, but dark outside because of the ongoing monsoon

This place looks like a great place to grow mushrooms

Or storage, for dust pans, mop buckets, and push brooms

Outside, the lightning strikes and the rolling thunder booms

I push aside the gloom and continue and let my daily chore resume

Neatly folded piles lay before me
All these storms are making my ceiling really moldy

I can't stop, my OCD as a tight hold on me
On my futon, different sizes, I lay with glory

Each one, for lifes surprises, tell their own story

Door hinges creak, I hear the sound of rumbling feet
My nervous system shrieks, so I start fumbling to get them out of reach

Without caring, little kids begin tumbling through the door
Clenched teeth swearing verses double dog daring

My towers are destroyed and scattered amongst the floor
Laughing enemies escape with another score

Thursday, June 8, 2017

Wise One of Japan ( Chapter Four)


   And as Patrick climbed the final steps to the baby sitters house, he gave out the orders of the day to his little one, "Ok Mally, I want you to behave your self today at Manami’s. I don’t want to hear about you smoking cigarettes or breaking into her liquor cabinet again. Do you understand me? OK, here we are, hold on a second baby girl. But, just as he was about to ring the front bell, the front door swung open.



 Ohaiyo gouzaimasu! Patrick-san! Ohaiyo Mally-chan! Genki desuka? Manami said with her normal warm and bubbly self.

Ohaiyo gouzaimasu! Watashitachi wa genki desu.
Patrick replyed.

Oh, your Japanese is improving! Is Mao making you study more?

Yea, she is always on my case about it. I know I should study more, but to be honest with you, I am kind of lazy when it comes to studying.

I already know this Patrick san. Your wife tells me this every time we talk on the phone. I think she wants you to be Japanese. Anyway, how is little Mally-chan today? Oh, she is so cute.

She has been good today, so far anyway. I should be back around 430 to pick her up. Is that okay?

Yea, that is fine. Just call before you come over, so I can get her ready. Oh, come here little Mally. Oh, you are so cute! She has the cutest eyes! There huge!

I know. She kind of looks like an owl, right? That’s why I call her my little wise one. Oh, and don’t worry. I already warned her about stealing your cigarettes and booze again. So, everything should be okay. See you later!

Bye bye, Mally.

Oh Mally, your father is a very strange man. Bye bye, see you later.

(Patrick’s phone rings)

Moshi moshi! Patrick answered in his best Japanese accent.

"Hey dude. Don’t worry about coming in to work today because the school is closed. " Takashi voice said through the receiver.

"Oh really, why what happened?"

"I don’t know yet. The vice principal just called about ten minutes ago, but he was kind of vague. He said he would call back, when he knew more in what’s going on."

"So, do I have to work today?"

"Well, for now, I guess not. But don’t get too comfortable because you know how unexpected work can pop up around here. I will keep you posted. But enough talk about work, are we practicing tomorrow night?" Takashi asked.

"I finally have finished that song we were working on last time you were over."

"I would love to rock out, but I have to check with Mao first. I don’t know if she is working tomorrow."

(sarcastically) Oh, I have to ask my wife first. OK pussy, when you find out if you can come out and play tomorrow, please let me know as soon as you can."

"Why, do you have plans with your mommy to going shopping for a new dress?"

"Hey, leave my mom out of this!"

"Okay fine, so why are you in such a hurry for me to let you know? Are you busy tomorrow?"

"Well yea, sort of. I am supposed to go out for lunch."

"Oh yea, with whom?" Patrick asked.

"Well (Pause) my mom but…"

"Yea, that’s what I thought fag! I will call you later, bye."

(Phone rings again)

"Jesus, What now? Moshi Moshi…Hello?"

(crying) "Gomen. I should have listened to you."

"Mao? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?"

"They stopped the train outside of Tokyo, and then they started shooting at each other, and so I hid, and…"

"Wait a minute! Slow down and tell me everything that happened!"

"Like I said, there was an inspection check today outside of Tokyo. But then, one of the soldiers started to argue with one of, you know “Them”, And they started fighting. Suddenly, everyone started to shoot at each other..."

"Patrick, they killed every body, the soldiers, the passengers, everybody, and now they are looking for survivors. Oh my God, I am so scared. What should I do?"

"Fuck! Um, oh shit. Hmm, let me think of something. Just stay calm...Hello? Are you still there? Hello? Mao say something! Oh fuck!"

"Their coming! Oh my God! (Crying) Patrick..."

"What's happening?"

(Crying) I’m sorry. Protect Mally. (Click)

"Hello? Hello?"

(Phone rings)

"Mao? Are you okay?"

"Dude, calm down it’s me; you won’t believe what I just heard on the news."

"I know what’s going on and I need you to get to Manami’s as fast as you can alright?"

  And throughout the bullet-ridden train, moans and groans could be heard from the dying. Landor was furious with his men for breaking protocol by firing upon the passengers. The male passengers he could care less about because he had no use for them, but the female passengers would have filled his quota for the day, and without this quota being filled, Landers’s superiors would be furious as well. But one thing that did puzzle him was the aggressiveness of the humans here. 

 This had never happened before but then this was the countryside. The Neaitans selection checkpoints were normally held in major metropolises throughout the world but because of the depletion of specimens, the Neaitans were beginning to focus on the smaller communities. The one thing that had worried them though was that these areas hadn’t been sprayed yet, but they assumed through the use of fear and intimidation, their specimens would come quietly. They were wrong.

Ten years prior to this invasion, the Neaitans had introduced a technology to all of the governments throughout the world that would enable them to modify the world’s weather. The Neaitans knew that each government would want to master this for the sole purpose of becoming a world power, but they were actually simultaneously shooting each other in the foot. This technology was actually a toxin that would dumb down the earths inhabitants for an easy future attack. And just like fishing, the Neaitans wanted to only focus on the heavy populated areas until they were all “fished out”, and then eventually troll in the more seclude areas of the world. And because of the rapid success of over powering the human race, the Neaitans arrogance had become completely out of control, and this was the beginning of their demise.

Landor had stood motionless while observing the days turn of events, and as he gazed among the carnage of this trains station, for some reason he still felt a little optimistic. He had decided to check out the train for the possibility of any female survivors, and then report back to his superiors with the unfortunate news. So, he and his men made their way one train car at a time with their fingers crossed that they could salvage this disaster.

Mao could hear them coming as well, as she hid in a fetal position behind a row of first class priority seating intended for corporate executives commuting to Yokohama. And as she laid there with her eyes closed she thought about her loved ones, her parents, Mally, Patrick. And as a tear began to run down her right cheek, a hand grabbed her shoulder.

"Oh my God! Please don’t hurt me!"

" Ssssh! Be quiet, or they will hear us." Colonel Sandry said with a whisper.

"Who are you? What are we going to do? I need to get home! Please help me!"

"Maam, please calm down. My name is Colonel San...I’m sorry. My name is John. I am an officer in the U.S. Army. I will help you, don’t worry. But please, you have to stay calm for me. Can you do that?"

"Yes, I can. I’m sorry but I am just a little scared right now, and come to think of it, I little angry at myself as well."

"Well, we all have our own little problems, don’t we? But for right now, we have to put our personal shit on the back burner, and focus on getting off this train in one piece. What’s your name any way?"

"Mao."

"Well Mao, if we want to survive this cluster fuck, it would behoove us to work as a team, so, I need to know if you have any experience with fire arms?"

"No, I don’t know anything about guns."

"Well today, your attitude will completely change. Meet your new friend Mao. His name is Berretta 9mm. Here take it!"

"But I don’t know!"

"Sssh. You need to relax Mao. Don’t worry it’s easy. All you do is pull this back and then point and shoot. You can do it Mao, I know you can. Now, stay behind me as close as you can."

"Okay. Oh my God! Are you alright?"

"No, I am not alright but I’m not dead yet, so just stay behind me and keep quiet. Oh shit! Get down!"

 Right then, an arsenal of bullets shattered the windows and seats around Mao and the colonel, as a lone Neaitan soldier charged its way into the train, destroying everything in its path. With a sadistic look in his eyes, Colonel Sandry fired back at the Neaitan and successfully opened a hole in the aliens’ chest, but unfortunately the good colonel took fire as well, and fell to his knees in shame. And as death began to overtake Colonel Sandry, Mao stood over him in shock. She couldn’t believe this was happening around her, but as the colonels’ blood began to pool around her feet, her survival button was pressed and she knew now was the time to start running.

As soon as Landor and his men heard all of the commotion going on at the far end of the train, they immediately began making their way through the dead bodies that blocked the aisles, for the chance of capturing any females trying to escape. There was already word on the radio that a Neaitan soldier was killed, and that a lone Japanese woman was seen exiting the train, and with this new slap in Landors’ face, Landor ordered for her immediate capture, and if she wasn’t alive, there would be hell to pay.

  Mao was never a fan of was running, but when there are blood thirsty aliens on her trail, she had no problem beating her feet against the pavement. One thing she did regret was all of those times she had declined in going jogging with her husband, because now her legs felt like they were on fire, and on top of that, she was running out of breath at a rapid pace.

“How am I going to get out of this one?”, she thought to herself, as she zig zagged through the little alley ways of this tiny town. She then suddenly realized that she was lost, and because of this, she began to panic.

 But not everything thing was at a loss because she still had her phone and the gun that was given to her by the man on the train. “Oh, that poor man, he was only trying to help me, but now he’s dead.” She thought to herself.

Tears began to run down Mao’s face, has she walked around in circles, wondering what to do. She then pulled out the gun and examined its exterior.

This was the first time she had ever held a gun in her life, but she was confident that she could use it properly. “Just point and shoot. That is all I have to do. Just point and shoot. The man said it was easy. Just point and shoot.”

Making Friends with Tokyo Crows

  Black feathers flow through the city of Tokyo...     Digging through trashcans, video taped by dash cams Greeted by assholes with...