Sore from laughing!!
Hey hey hey everyone; so I have a great new funny story for ya’ll. So last night I went to my mom and step dad’s for some drinks and to play the Wii, which by the way was really fun and I recommend one for everyone. That’s not the funny story though, the funny story 
started on my way home from my mom and step dad’s. as I turned on to my street at around three in the morning, I saw with my tiered eyes what had looked like a body in the grass, and dangerously close to the road; so close in fact that part of his hand was actually in the street. I continued down the street to my house and called the New Port Richey Police to let them know that there may be someone in trouble at the end of my street. After about five minutes of waiting, I decided to head on down to the body and see if there were any sounds coming from it. I didn’t want to get to close just incase it was dead; so once I could hear it snoring I turned back toward my house and called the New Port Richey Police again, just to remind them that there could be someone in need of help. After I hung up, I thought it would be a good idea to go to the house and get my camera, Panasonic Lumix with a 12x zoom, just so I had a pic of this strange ass person sleeping in the grass. The cop finally showed up by the time I got back up the incapacitated body. The cop pulled up to the body that I was pointing at, and he shined his flood light down from the car on to the sleeping person. The officer got out of his car, walked up to the person, and then shined his super bright flashlight in the person’s eyes. There was no response to either of the super bright lights. Like any normal person would do in the same situation; the cop kicked the guy, not so hard that it would hurt but just hard enough that if there were cognitive abilities in the guys head he would have woken up. I guess it was more of a gentle nudge with the foot. The guy didn’t move, he was still snoring and so I then asked, “Hey can I take a picture, cuz this shit is funny.” The cop laughed and then agreed, he stepped back to make sure that he wasn’t in the picture. After I took the picture I could then tell that this was no grown adult sleeping in the grass, it was a kid. As it turns out, this kid was like four houses away from his own. Another cop showed up soon there after and both cops tried to wake this kid. The kid was out like a light, and the police called in to their head quarters saying they may need an ambulance. After about five minutes or so of both officers trying to wake the unconscious kid they finally got a response; the kid popped up and asked where he was, and the cops told him and quickly asked him for his name and address. The drunk promptly told them; the cops busted into laughter when they found out he was four houses away from home. One of the cops walked down to the kid’s house and got his parents. In the meantime, like any drunk does, the kid started rambling on and on about 
anything that came to thought. The cop who stayed to baby sit and I where highly entertained by this babbling fool. The other cop soon returned with the boy’s parents and that is where I left. I went home laughing all the way and promptly passed out since it was now four in the morning, so yes I watched the cops try to wake a drunken kid for like and hour. That was my funny night, and if you have never witnessed someone trying to wake a drunken person then you need to get out more!
Well my plans for today are to fold some laundry, study a little bit and read my new book Flush, which closely resembles my story from when I worked at Sun Cruz Casino Port Richey. Everyone should pick up a copy of it as soon as they can only because it is a great story and I think ya’ll will like it.
Well I think I have written enough and am going to get going now
Sore cheek muscles from laughing, Michael is out.
Is there school in the morning?
Well it’s once again the middle of the night and I can’t sleep. So instead of getting mad in bed, I decided to write a blog and that is what I’m doing.
Well Saturday night was a lonely one. I sat around trying to write a research paper for English class and well that wasn’t happening. It didn’t happen Friday night either, oh yeah it didn’t happen all day today either. What’s that? That’s right, I didn’t write my paper so no I won’t be turning anything in on Monday. So my 
Saturday night was lonely and I just sat around trying to write that paper, well around nine or so I got bored and wanted a drink, but I had no one to drink with. Well I drank alone, just for fun ya know. I went to Sweetbay and picked up a small bottle of vodka and some lemons, yumm yumm. Oh yeah once I had a buzz I had no one to talk to, can ya’ll believe that crap. I had a couple of people in mind to call but…. I don’t buzz dial. But I bet who ever I would have called would have been happy to hear from me. But anyhow, they were some nice shots.
I love this picture, I couldn’t imagine getting this chance for these pictures. I was in Steve’s car and just happen to have the camera with me. That little guy seems to be just smiling at me when I was taking the pictures. Then Steve like an ass turned on the windshield wipers. DICK! But he didn’t kill the little guy.
So I have been making some kick ass pictures lately and I am very impressed with them. Tell me what ya’ll think. These are really my first few attempts at fixing pictures with Photoshop. So don’t judge me like I’m some kind of pro or anything.
Oh man as much as I don’t want to admit it I kinda miss Jackie and the kids. Steve wont shut up about her and how I should give her another chance and all that crap. But then as I start to agree with him I remember “Hey her ass has a new man she don’t need me” though it doesn’t make me fell any better it does keep me emotionless which is where I should be when holding on to a choice that I made. I made a choice because I was unhappy. She was unhappy too but chooses to remember the good and I can’t blame her but I have school to worry about and really can’t stray from that. I can’t have fighting and studying at the same time, I don’t think those to activities go together very well. I guess as these last fifteen weeks goes by at school I’ll have time to find myself again and maybe have a little fun doing it. I miss hearing Sammy in the morning but so enjoy the silence when I get home from school in the afternoon and well it’s a hard scale to weigh.
Oh man I don’t want to go to school in the morning. Well I guess I do want to go, it just sucks that I have to paper to turn in, but I did get my Power Point done. And I will have to stand in front of the class and talk all about it. Fun fun fun.
Well I think this is all I’m going to write tonight because I have a lot here and still have a little more to write but am getting tiered so I am going to go to bed now.
Yours truly,
Michael Trump
close my EYES!
Well well well
So Val came over the other night all prego and excited that she is going to find out what the sex is of her baby, It was nice to see her and see that her fiancé is treating her good, I’m glad she found some one who can make here happy and take care of her.
I haven’t talked to Jackie in some time now maybe like four days, that my fault because I
told her to stop calling, and I got a new number which isn’t hard to get but oh well. I’m having fun now and getting my school work done stress free. Having credibility is more important than anything and with out it you’ll always have an up hill battle to fight.
English is almost over already and wow has time been flying, before long school will be done and over with, man I can’t wait. Though when I leave the schools nest I hope I’ll be ready for the real world where I have no pony tail, no messed up hair, and have to actually sleep at night.
So I got of the house today… well last night, It was fun I went up to Starbucks and hung out with an old friend whom I haven’t seen in like a year and wow did we have all kinds of stuff to chit chat about. I was pleasantly pleased with getting to have a nice conversation with out having to worry about what I was saying, I could just talk and laugh. I think it was the coffee, or maybe since it has been a year. Sorry no pictures but the camera was in the car so at least I thought about it, oh yeah what I did get before she got there was some girl throwing up across the street “not who I was hanging out with” it was sickening so I just 
had to snap a picture, I think it was a slushy she was letting loose. Lol. But any how one of my great adventures came up and some of you may remember that once upon a time I was arrested and well there was a book written with not to long ago with a story line kind of similar to my arrest story, the book is called FLUSH by Carol Hiaasen. I had a great time and well everyone has been gone for like two weeks now and looks like they are having fun up where they are at so it seems only fair that I remember that I too can leave the house, I can be me again, and well I’m up for dinner with anyone who wants to feed me. Lol oh yeah…back to my night… So it was cool and ummm… yeah so much chit chat that time flew by and well I also drank so much damn coffee that now I can’t sleep even though I’m tiered as can be.
This is not directed to anyone it just jumped on the thought train just when I thought I was going to bed.
Now to some more important stuff… The Truth. What is the truth? Is truth only fact. If so then what is faith? Every one hates being lied to, and those same people are the first to lie when their ass needs covering. Well what can I say it sucks being lied to, and well I like the truth even when its some crap I don’t want to hear. I’m an ass a lot, and well even when my response to the truth isn’t what you want it’s better than how I’ll be after finding out a lie. Do I leave out information sometimes? Sure I do, I generally feel guilty about it and quickly fix it. But I avoid lying and all costs if I can, it’s a thin line between omission and lying, which is easily crossed and shouldn’t be tempted. I know some times the things I say can come across as hurtful and there isn’t often that intent. But we are grown adults and some times blunt force trauma is what is needed to get across a point. That I am not sorry for, and will seldom be sorry for what I say; I try to think before I speak. Everyone would do better if they thought about what they were going to say before saying it, the same goes for one’s actions. Granted that there are sometimes when jumping in head first is the way to go, but generally some thought should be used. Remember though not to confuse dwelling on something with thinking about something, when you dwell life can seem like hell. What I’m trying to get at is that if you screw up just be an adult and say hey I messed up, why be childlike and hide it? And the golden rule “do onto others as you would have them do on to you”
Well it’s now two in the morning and I have to try to lay down soon.
Thanks for the great night
You know who?
peace out my peep
Well today is a sad day for me; as ya’ll know Jackie and I are broke up, she still lived with me until today. At 4:50pm her plane took off for Buffalo, NY were she will now reside. Yes we were broke up but we were still friends, and I’ll still miss her while she is gone. TIA was cool I got a gate pass that allowed me to go all the way to the loading gate with them. Jackie needed help carrying all here crap. I took a few pictures so that people can see her off.
Okay well she just called and she made it safe and was I a hurry to get off the phone though. Oh well, hope she has fun.
Well school is going good I just my report card and well I got all good grades and I’m glad to say I passed physics, with a C of course. All the rest of my grades were better though. So ya’ll I will have time to hang out a little… well not really I got lots of studying to do, but I will try to get out and say hi once in a while.
I really should get to my homework and then to bed
Question Everything!
Trump!
Old Time Radio
Old Time Radio
Old Time Radio shows are a fantastic piece of modern history that is slowly being forgotten despite the efforts of those who find them fascinating. Radio shows were not just a talk show, they were so much more; radio shows were a play with no stage, a television episode with no picture; radio is its own medium that gives the listeners imagination a wonderful workout. Drama, comedy, soap operas, mystery, and science fiction were all played out over the air; the actors voices combined with state of the art sound effects created a story that would paint the listener a vivid picture of what the actors were going through, a suspenseful adrenalin rush when the hero was in trouble could always expected. Old time radio had a good run though out its short history and deserves recognition; from the beginning to its end Old Time Radio entertained all classes of people who listened, and still listen to today.
When radio first came out it was just for hobbyists; when the hobbyists got bored, they started playing records over their hams (a simple short or long range radio), which led to a new medium for comedians like Jack Benny and Eddie Cantor to perform. With comedians opening the doors to this medium they pioneered “situational comedy” and soon writers found themselves compelled to write for this new form of entertainment, and so was born the radio show. Family’s found themselves around the radio every night to find out what was going to happen to their favorite radio character; the afternoons of the 30’s, 40’s, and 50’s were filled with soap operas for the house wives to listen, as their television descendents do today. Sadly once television took off, radio show funding dwindled, big productions moved to television causing large gaps in airtime to form; once again stations started playing records signaling the death of the radio show.
Although television killed the radio god, much of the radio’s life was transformed into something that is still recognizable today; many radio shows became television shows (Gunsmoke and Dragnet come to mind) and a select few were even granted a chance at the silver screen. One of the most famous shows that took the chance of reincarnation to the silver screen was “The War of the Worlds”; a novel turned radio show, so well adapted that it had the power to scare a nation during its original Halloween broadcast in 1938. In 1953 “The War of the Worlds” made its first big screen appearance, and once again in an updated 2005 version; its not the only radio show that has made it to today’s version of the entertainment world, but it was my first introduction to our American radio history, causing this fantastic curiosity toward old radio shows.
About a year ago I found myself so curious about how the original “The War of the Worlds” sounded that I had to find a copy of the original broadcast; I found a copy online, listened to it and was not impressed. I did not want to let one show spoil all the hype that my grandparents and elderly friends had built up in me so I continued to seek out different shows that were preformed during that time frame and soon found myself engulfed in a whole new world that ran parallel to HDTV and Xbox360; my television only came on for “House MD”; my Xbox360 must really be missing me too. From ITunes to Xm satellite radio, I found that Old Time Radio is every where if you just look for it. I have grown fond of a few shows and one in particular; “Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar” (CBS, 1949-52) the man with the action packed expense account. He is not just a gum-shoe, but a freelance insurance investigator who solves crimes by putting together clues, interviewing suspects, and gut hunches.
Now as much as I enjoy Johnny Dollar, his show is not the only one I listen to; my ITunes radio runs all day and all night so that I can enjoy all the different shows and writing styles that were so prominent in the early days of radio. Detective stories as a whole are really my cup of tea, I also like the science fiction stories played in the line up one ITunes. When my Nana visits she too enjoys remembering how entertainment used to be when she was younger. Our American radio history is such an extraordinary history that it should not become just noise stored away in a museum somewhere. It is not just the history of our radio that should be told; the stories that were told over the air are just as important. These stories, I am so glad still are being aired today, and I hope that my children can enjoy them just as I have, the same way my grandparents did.
Michael Trump
The burning Towel?
So yesterday on my way to school was almost a disaster, partly because I took a different way to school. I have to go to Office Depot to get my argumentative paper printed since I no longer have a printer at home. After I left Office Depot I started down us19 like normal, except I was way north of where I normally get onto 19; I was also driving a little faster than normal, but I was staying right with traffic and only passing people in the slow lane and no one else. As I came up on Main street I saw them both, a Mustang “the exact same color as the Lincoln” flying past me like I was standing still and a cop in one of the Charger things; the cop pulled out and I was like boy that guy is screwed. It took a few seconds for the cop to make his way threw traffic; once he did to my surprise, he got behind me; the bastard! I could not believe that he was behind me; we were at the Main street light and when I turned green his lights came on. I was pissed; so pissed the I was picked from the crowd, and now I’m going to be late for school. From the center lane where I was; I maneuvered my way to the slow lane and then into the little parking lot of a pawn shop just south of Main. I put my land yacht into park shut it off and put the keys on the dashboard. While doing those few things and scrambling for my license and registration, I could smell some terrible smelling smoke. At first I thought just my luck the car is on fire; I looked at the hood to see if any smoke was coming out from under it, and there wasn’t any; I looked in the mirrors and out the windows for this rancid smelling smoke. To my left up against a telephone poll was the source; a burning towel or fabric of some sort. The cop seen it to and before coming to my window he walked over to the material and kicked it to the sidewalk, he then stomped on it a few times to snuff the fire. After a few seconds of putting out the fire he started to walk up to my car, and well he didn’t make it far; the towel lit up again and with more smoke this time. The officer stomped it some more; waited a few seconds and it lit right back up. I guess he had had enough, the man walked over to his car grabbed the fire extinguisher fiddled with the locking pin and then spayed the small but persistent fire. Well fire extinguishers put out fires don’t they? He came up to my window, apologized for the fire and taking so long, I nodded; handed him my paper work. He looked at me and said, “I pulled you over for doing sixty in a forty-five.” I wanted to say “bullshit the guy in the Mustang was doing seventy then!” but I kept my mouth shut. He started for his car and then it happened again; flames a foot high coming from this rag with more smoke than ever. Before the officer got into his car he sprayed the flames down with more stuff and a longer burst this time; then got in his car only for a minute and poof more fire more smoke. He got out of the car came up to mine and said “Slow down it would have been a $204 ticket, I’ll move my car” I was like thank God for the burning rag. As I backed up the towel was still burning a one of the fake fire trucks was crossing the median, I wasn’t about to wait for him to put out the fire I didn’t want the cop changing his mind about the ticket! I left as quickly and slowly as possible. So for like twenty minutes a rag burned and in turn saved me from a hefty ticket that at this time I could not afford. I am not saying any thing bad about the cops’ efforts on trying to put out the little fire that could. He tried and the fire just would not go out. I’m am so glad I got out of that ticket; oh yeah I was twenty minutes late for class. Until next time drive slow, no one wants a ticket!
Mike
Wait is that all you thought I was going to write; well your crazy, I got more to say!
Um…. Just a few more days until Jackie moves to NY and I’ll be home all alone. Well I’ll have lugg to hang with and I’ll have lots of studying to do so I guess I’ll be okay. I’m 13 weeks no smoking and am so proud!!! Well I guess that’s all I’m going to write; I’m hungry and want to get something to eat.
Mike ttys
Michael Trump 