Hanks and Spielberg's follow up to BAND OF BROTHERS, entitled "THE PACIFIC"

It looks amazing.



-SJD

Back In The Driver Seat

Honeydew light invades the black pitch and I raise my hands to cover my eyes while choking back the urge to scream. My throat is so very dry it would probably have only come out as a horse, gurgling mess anyway. Best not frighten myself let alone anyone else in the vicinity.

The light bathing me like a bastard mother grows like a cancer until it's filled the little box I had called home from anywhere between two hours and two years. Weakly I try to stand only to fall over, catching myself with my hands to save my face, scraping my palms in the process. I end up crawling out on my hands and knees into the white, hot mess.

Outside of my prison I keep crawling until the ground beneath turns from rough cement into grassy softness. My vision still bleached whiteness seen through slits where the lids of my eyes try and save the round jelly transmitters within. By the time I finally recognize the world I'm surprised I have not gone completely insane.

I stand when I am able. I look down at myself. I'm wearing a loin cloth and my beard is a long bushy mess. I pray to some God whose name escapes me that there will not be too much white in it. If you are a normal person you would think it a beautiful day. The sky is aqua blue and I hear birds singing. I'm in a fenced in courtyard with a tall burgundy colored fence surrounding the perimeter. Past them I see large trees dancing with the slight breeze that creeps up my garment and tickles my balls.

It's like waking from a dream to your girlfriend playing with you. It gives me the first sensation of home in what may be forever.

I see where I need to be. I move towards the plywood table and aluminum chair that had been left for me. I take a seat and my buttocks fuse to warm aluminum comfort. In front of me are my tools. A Laptop with unfinished works saved on files I've neglected for far too long. To my right, next to the keyboard on the table, is a glass of rum doing the tango with some coke over ice.

I could use a shower and a shave. I could stand for some food to nourish the body and some delicious mind-altering sex to feed the soul. I could use these things but for now I need to write. It's my purpose and when I've been away from it for too long I become a ghost of who I'm supposed to be.

With hands that shake I begin tap, tap, tapping at the keys. Like a lover I'll treat my tales sweetly, roughly, teasingly, and transfer bits of me into them.

I'll always be that lunatic spilling his essence onto the page.

Good Christ it is good to be home.

(c)Shawn J. Douglas 2009

It is the
VETERAN,
not the preacher,
who has given us freedom of religion.

It is
the VETERAN,
not the reporter,
who has given us freedom of the press.

It is
the VETERAN,
not the poet,
who has given us freedom of speech.

It is
the VETERAN,
not the campus organizer,
who has given us freedom to assemble.


It is
the VETERAN,
not the lawyer,
who has given us the right to a fair trial.



It is
the VETERAN,
not the politician,
Who has given us the right to vote.









It is the
VETERAN who
salutes the Flag,










It is
the
VETERAN
who serves
under the Flag,


ETERNAL
REST GRANT THEM O LORD, AND LET PERPETUAL LIGHT SHINE UPON
THEM.

Memorial Day

For every Veteran that fought for their country, and everyone still fighting for this great land, Happy Veteran's Day.

Thanks for being my Heroes.

Cheers.

-SJD

Almost as good as Dick In a Box

One of the coolest videos I've seen.

Give it a minute or two. By the end it'll kinda blow your mind.

-SJD

Looks like I picked the wrong week to stop sniffing glue.

Tired. Beaten by Life. Strangely in a weird dark void.

You know, the usual.

But on the bright side my demented, sick, little fiends: I've been writing.

On my book.

ALOT.

Well. At least a thousand words a day bare minimum.

And I'm sticking on ONE BOOK this time. Not the one I'd win literary awards for, but the one that's the most fun to write.

It's called:

SHE DRANK MY HEART

And it's about an ex-Army fellow who takes jobs as a bodyguard for things that go bump in the night. That's right, he protects the monsters from people.

Cheers.

-SJD

Where the Wild Things Are

Um. Um. Um.

WOW.

I shall make my kids take me to this.

-SJD

Adventureland Trailer

I genuinely want to see this movie very badly.



-SJD

This is not me throwing personal garbage out there anymore but I have this reflective thought process going on and need a place to put it.

I think I'm done going to the bars to get drunk. I understand this is a dangerous statement, one I may break from time to time, but I sincerely hope I don't. There of course will be exceptions to this new idea: Funerals. Celebrating birthdays with friends. Seeing old Army Buddies. Etc.

The truth is I waste a ton of money, get wasted, and come home alone. It's just not good for the soul and needs to stop. I can go to a bar with a friend and have a few and not destroy what little of my mind I have left.

I'm going to be hiding out more and working on my writing. Not worried about relationships or anything like that because I don't know if I'm really ever going to find what I'm looking for anyway. Women are scandalous.

But I know I can't keep living like this and I'm never going to become a writer sitting on my ass feeling sorry for myself.

So. You know. FUCK THAT NOISE.

Cheers.

-SJD