Bullshit

She is the focus of alot of bullshit. Should she be, I don't really know. But in this great country, one is innocent until proven guilty, and nobody has proven anything at this point.

When I first saw her I immediately felt she didn't belong where she was--entrenched in the mess of uneducated, ignorant, inconsiderate people. She was too quiet, too nice, to pure for that.

When I joined the group she was part of, I learned about her. Some of the ignorami said she wasn't so pure and honest. Some of the ignorami warned me about her. Yet I still find her to be the nicest one of the group.

My conversation with her last night allowed me to really get her side of things. She maintains her innocence, and in my heart, something tells me to believe her.

I am practical and scientific, so I do give my head significantly more weight than my heart. So I know that my heart is not always right, but I have a feeling it might be this time.

I hope she can learn not to take any crap, while maintaining her genuine niceness, gentleness, and honesty.

Time machine

Dear Time Machine,

They told me I can use you one time. I can go back to one place in the past or future with you. Well, I'm not really sure exactly where I want to go.

I want to go back to the time when my dad and I spent lots and lots of time together and went almost everywhere together.

I want to go back to the time when I saw my dad's side of the family was still glued together by Nanny. I miss all of us being together as much as I miss her herself.

I want to go back to the time when summer nights were spent listening to the crickets under a cloudless star lit sky.

I want to go back to the time when everything was still new. I'm a little crispy after 17 years doing this job (life).

I want to go back to the time when a married couple was simply "2 people who loved each other".

I want to go back to the time when there was not a single person who criticized my desire to be an FFE.

I want to go back to the time when beer tasted bad.

I want to go back to the time when EMTs and firefighters were superhuman.

I want to go back to the time when the golden rule made perfect sense.

I want to go back to the time when a new park or playground was a new world.

I want to go back to the time when a bicycle was my main mode of transportation.

I want to go back to the time when I didn't know what a pedophile was.

I want to go back to the time when I believed in Santa Clause, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy.

I want to go back to the time when life was easy and simple.

I want to go back to the time when I believed in magic.

I want to go back to the time when being 17 was far, far, far away.

My Favorite

Good friends around a small but steady bonfire. Cool summer night air warmed right where we are by the lazily dancing flames. Cold, refreshing drinks, alcoholic or otherwise. Perhaps a cigar once in a while. The sound of crickets and the quiet crackle of the fire serving as the perfect background noise behind easy, free flowing conversation. Fireflies in the night all around. The sense of peace that comes when you know you are among good friends.

While I love to party, drink till I fall down, get wild, this is till my favorite thing to do with my friends. It’s our bonding time. It keeps us talking about everything, and anything. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Sorry, world.