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The Truth About David
Saturday, April 16

And another thing

A young woman takes her clothes off and gets 5000,000 hits in less than six months.

I spill my guts, like the down home spirit of the great Mississippi, and I can barely scrounge up 150 hits. Half of which are from people I know. So then, for what does my enterprise yield? Does it matter if it only resonates with a small but ultimately trusty few?

It is, by definition of interpretation, to be ignored by the masses and adored by a captive few?

I read a lot more than I let on. For every screen of lascivious pornography, there are two tabs of blogs. News articles. Reviews. Rumor sites. I study writing and writers. Style and prose. I look to harmony of the text and voice of the writer. I endure the good the bad and unfit. I seek out trends and topics of interest. I wonder. Wonder why bloggers blog and how they think. And, like any guy, I compare mine to theirs. If they are bigger I want to know why. Want to know what they are saying that I am not. Sometimes I figure it out; sometimes it is a loss.

A young woman takes her clothes off and gets 5000,000 hits in less than six months.

Well I don't have breasts.

All I have is are these guts. These thoughts. These observations.

Maybe I'll never know if that's enough.

thrown together by
David Lee I Be around 2:17 PM
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FUCK

Yesterday was my grandmother's birthday. I forgot to call her. It was written on my HUGE wall calendar. Yesterday was Friday. It was fucking tax day for crying out loud!

I am disabled (apparently mentally) so I am home ALL DAY.

It's not like it was a Tuesday or Thursday when I actually have to leave my house for classes. Nope, just plain'ol Friday.

My grandmother is very sensitive to these things and gets upset if anyone misses her birthday. She will sit in her room and cry and think that "No one loves me". I always make sure to leave myself as many reminders as possible so I don't flake out.

Good job, idiot.

I suck.

No one talk to me.

As Stuart would say: "I'm going to my dark place".

thrown together by
David Lee I Be around 12:42 PM
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Friday, April 15

Crap, and things like that

I woke up 37 minutes ago.

I couldn't sleep all night because of the up and down motion of my blood sugar. 300 to 55 will greatly disrupt a diabetic's sleep. Especially when that happens twice. In 8 hours.

So that sucked.

My heart, it seems is doing a little meth while I slept, as well. I clocked in at 115 bps at one point during a dream (in the 10 minutes of rem I mustered into during all this) where I was swimming in the ocean looking for Goldie Hawn.

I like her, but the bitch stole my can of Diet Coke and I was very thirsty.

That sucked, but was strangely amusing.

I got up and noticed a distinct burning sensation coming from my underarm. With a smoky and the bear like orangutan-like curiosity I went into the bath to investigate. I am, it seems, allergic to my deodorant.

Tres magnifect!

I then went to change my bedding because, like a great deal of other diabetics, when my sugar is very low or very high: we sweat.

A shit load.

I removed my $125 super high thread count sheets to discover a series of huge, white, spots. SON OF A BITCH! I actually screeched this part out load, a make a sound similar to that of the reptile bird from HE-MAN. Apparently my sheets had a run-in with some bleach.

So unamused I can not even begin....

I showered and sang songs of my own making. Little ditties like: "I'll strangely you, silly high school boy", "My hairy parts make me Spanish", and "Blah, blah, blah,-woman why are you still taking". A shower classic.

I just finished checking my email and found one invitation to have coffee (which I never drink) with a long lost friend. A rejection from my cousin to come visit her next week. A nice response to a message I sent to one of my friend so we can talk at some point latter this evening.

Oh, and I got some nice 'private' pics from the GF. So I gotta go.

I may not be good for too many things but at least my life is not boring...

thrown together by
David Lee I Be around 3:54 PM
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Thursday, April 14

Once chosen

I used to be their go-to man.

We where a tight knit group. Not the kind a rowdy, unruly, derelicts (OK we were that too be only on the side) but truly a unit. Cohesive. Our main asset was trust. At an age where most are vulnerable and self-conscious, we formed a team that bond us together for mutual protection and amusement.

We were a true brotherhood.

But I was not the 'leader'. No. My role was strange and unique. They leaned on me, sure, we all did this, but they had an investment in me. They had their hopes imprinted on me. Maybe it was because I talked most openly about the future. Our future. Perhaps they saw something of themselves reflected in me eyes.

I guess they just loved me, like brothers should.

But something changed as we got older. Ambition and deceit crept into our make-shift alliance. Girls, money, family. It all stacked up around us like the tower of impending life and we had to scale it's maiden wall. Things got more complicated and troublesome and we had a hard time navigating the waters. I wanted to stay our course, but warned everyone of the oncoming danger and realism of growing up. They wanted to explore and charge into the future. We got swept up in a gale of our own strife.

Soon I found myself adrift in my own little boat. No land in sight, no hands on deck.

It was my fault. I was the one they choose, consciously or not, to guide them into the unknown and I couldn't hold on to every hand. It was a big street to cross and I was only one person. So I watched as each of them slipped away from me. They had their own two legs and the will to move them. All I could do was wish them well and try to sneak in some hard-learned lessons and world worn advice.

But in the end I was just singing the same song to a empty room.

Then and now: time. Time I feel pulsing past me, while I do my own thing. But I never let them get too far away from me. This one moves away, that one gets married-I know- I keep track while pretending not to care. But you just don't walk away from a brother. No matter how mad you get at them or if they even speak to you.

I'm a fool in this capacity.

I bear the responsibility so it's my eyes that watch and my mind that records. I do this because I feel I must. Because I want to. Because I never know when, one long to come day, one of them might really need me.

Because, well, cause I used to be their go-to man.

thrown together by
David Lee I Be around 11:01 PM
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Tuesday, April 12

A few things about me

The more you ask, the less you get.

The easier you make it for me, the harder I make it for you.

Inside not outside, my world spins.

The chase means nothing if the prize is not worth catching.

I don't need to know Spanish to know more about salsa music than any of you.

My soul, if I have one, is clean but not pure.

I hate cinnamon and anything that contains cinnamon.

Fat people are not inherently bad but being fat is not a right it's a symptom.

I remember everything that is, ultimately, important.

I have a bad memory.

My love is a animal akin to the elephant not a cheetah.

I'm not sure what that last statement meant but I'm certain it contains something important.

Do not come at me sideways. I am a born figther and have mental stamia to withstand any pressure you may think you could apply.

If I bought it and it's still in my name/registered to me-it's mine. No matter who is using at the moment.

Yes, I am materialistic ; I'm a Capricorn.

I would also like to add that I was raised to appreciate the things I have and take care of them (Thanks grandma)

If you think you did something that pissed me off and I tell you "It's OK" then it is-unless I'm not smiling when I say it. Then you fucked up.

I hate repeating myself unless I'm talking to children or students.

I think kindness is underrated.

Big, round asses are like an hypnotic beam of light shone into my brain-I find it very difficult to ignore them.

My girlfriend has a big, round ass.

I suck at the French language, but I refuse to quit because I am dumb.

If anyone hurts my family/brother/girlfriend I will hunt them down and stab them in the throat with a blunt object.

I am smart enough not to get caught for doing the above.

And finally (for now):
Diet Coke=Life

thrown together by
David Lee I Be around 7:00 PM
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Monday, April 11

David Lee, Wallmart and the world: A conversation with God

On a sunny day in East Yonkers I had the chance to sit down with God and talk about the world, Wallmart and that curiosity that is David Lee.

Guy Friday: Can you tell us a little about your background?

God: Sure. Well, I started out making small planetoids as child and eventually worked my way up to stars, then solar systems and finally, earth. I had a real passion for living things but found algae boring, so I started tinkering with basic animals until I worked my way up to humans. I had to add a million years for shake down time but I'm proud of the current version.

Guy Friday: So all the animals on the planet are the way you want them or are there a few that you think are OK, but haven't gotten around to changing?

God: You are talking about squids and duck-billed platypie?

Guy Friday: Yes; among others.

God: Ha! Look, those creatures are there for a reason. If I put all bunnies and horses and shit like that you guys would never search for anything more then what's in your own back yard. Besides that little platypus is bicthen! It's the most venomous mammal on this rock. It's all how I want it, as far as animals go.

Guy Friday: So, does that mean there are other things that haven't quite lived up to your expectations?

God: Sure.

Guy Friday: Like?

God: Where do I begin? I'd have to put the onus on humanity and your creative minds. It's really my own fault, which is part of the reason why I don't step in and change everything. I made your minds like retarded little versions of my own.

Guy Friday:O, K.

God: Oh no, I didn't mean like that. I just meant it's like mine only runs a lot slower but that's just because you are men and not, well, me.

Guy Friday: Gotcha. So can you give us an example?

God: Sure. Let's take music: I give a small, recurring, percentage of you the ability to create nearly perfect sounds. Music. And you go and make Country music. I mean talk about awkward thank yous.

Guy Friday: I'm with you on that one; anything else?

God: Poverty. Racism. Nascar-I mean you're driving in one big circle, for like hours, burning up fuel for no good reason. None. And the ozone you're burning in process? Not coming back my friends.

Guy Friday: Oh man, really?

God: Yup.

Guy Friday: What about that plan that German guy has with micro doodads and their waste, or something?

God: Not happening. You're pretty well screwed.

Guy Friday: So let's talk about our main subjects today: Wallmart and David Lee.

God: Wallmart is the path to eternal damnation. I'm not sure I can stop it at this point and I would suggest you take some drastic action.

God: Like soon.

Guy Friday: OK...So what of David Lee?

God: I f'd up there.

Guy Friday: Can you be a little more specific?

God: Well, I'm at the birth (I'm at all births, FYI) and I know from jump this kid was put together all wrong. His genes had the standard defects that you all have (for character development and all that ish) but he had more then one switch turned on. By this I mean: he had multiple, active, defects but he wasn't slatted to be a full-on reject case.

Guy Friday: "Reject case"?

God: Yeah, reject. You know, full-on born to die reject. The kind that brings massive sorrow. The kind that teaches people a lesson or breaks down the weak. Something I put in there to keep you guys from getting to comfy with things.

Guy Friday: So what did or does that make him?

God: He is a beta version of a successful person.

Guy Friday: Ouch. That's a bit harsh.

God: It's true. I could have gone back in time and smoked his ass but he had at least one person who fought for him; had him in their heart. I don't do redos on those cases. So I had to let this little fucker live. Even I have rules.

Guy Friday: So what do you think about his progress, so far?

God: Well I keep throwing curve balls at him but he keeps on trucking. Every now and then I release different "patches" that affect his reality in some sort of significant way. For instance, in the 2.03 patch I turned his wife into a lesbian and gave him the flu-in the same week.

Guy Friday: Wow. What did he do?

God: He pledged to get the flu shot every year ( hasn't gotten the flu since) and he slept with his wife's best friend.

Guy Friday: Ha ha!

God: Twice.

Guy Friday: Nice. He sounds like he can roll with the punches.

God: He has to be at this point. I keep him on his toes.

Guy Friday: So you don't hate him, as is thought in many circles?

God: No, no. I don't hate anyone. David Lee is a pain in the ass, what with decrying me to others and all the Jesus jokes, but I don't dislike him. He just has to walk a different path from most people. Besides, for all his bitching what he doesn't tell anyone is that I gave him some mighty fine gifts-along with his ailments.

Guy Friday: So you think he'll make an impact on the world?

God:Well that part is up to him. But let's just say I think he'll be around long enough to do something great-if he chooses to.

thrown together by
David Lee I Be around 1:06 AM
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