Ansan Danwon High School 

Students and Teachers Aboard a Sinking Ship

Passengers aboard a South Korean ferry found themselves stranded on a sinking ferry at around 9 in the morning on Wednesday.  Reports have stated that out of the 459 to 470 passengers, there were 325 students and 15 teachers. So far, as of Friday evening in South Korea, 28 bodies had been recovered. Officials have said 179 people were rescued from the Sewol. That means 268 remain missing. However, reports were made stating that ALL the students from Ansan Danwon High School made it safely ashore. This was later confirmed to be false.

Traveling by ferry is a common means of transportaion in South Korea

Traveling by ferry is a common means of transportation in South Korea

Over 150 military officials searched the cold, dark waters of the Yellow Sea for the remaining 292 passengers. The rough waters are making it quite difficult to conduct the search, but South Korea is determined to continue on.

Parents are grief stricken, waiting impatiently for their children to contact them through cell phones. They have decided to camp out in a gymnasium near the accident on Jindo Island.

Parents don’t understand why a false report would be made stating that the students were safe when they were obviously not. Malicious prank text messages have been made to grieving parents stating that they were their missing child. Officials have said that they will catch the people who are making these prank texts and they will be arrested.

Students and teachers from Seoul were on their way to a four-day trip to Jeju (a resort island considered the Hawaii of Korea) when some passengers heard a loud thump. The ferry is believed to have hit something which caused many of the passengers to be thrown off their feet. It’s not known what caused the ferry to sink in under two hours, but a thorough investigation is underway. 

Captain Lee Jun-Seok among FIRST to be Rescued

The 69-year-old captain, Lee Jun-Seok was placed under-arrest along with his third mate, known only as Park, as the ferry sank. It’s been confirmed that Lee Jun-Seok was NOT in the steering room when the accident occurred. However, it’s not exactly why Lee Jun-Seok left in the first place. The only explanation given by Lee Jun-Seok was that he had to “attend to something”.

Vice-Principal Kang Min-gyu commits Suicide

Surprisingly, Kang Min-gyu, vice principal of Ansan Danwon High School hung himself from a tree near the gymnasium on Jindo Island. He left a suicide stating:

“Please hold me responsible for all of this. I pushed for the school excursion. Cremate my body and spread my ashes over the ship sinking site. I may become a teacher again in the afterlife for the students whose bodies have yet to be found.”

Racism or Common Sense?

Posted: April 3, 2014 in News, True to Life

SCHOOL: Hempstead Middle School

Now this school is located in Hempstead, Texas. This still doesn’t excuse or support  the principals actions, but it might shed a little light on WHY a person in a very respectable position would actually come to such a conclusion.

I don’t think it’s either, I think it’s unfortunate

Evidence proved the tampering of three public school buses.

Evidence proved the tampering of three public school buses.

The Hispanic community is calling in the FBI because there are malicious acts being performed on school/city/state property. Vandalism being the main one, but now three school buses have been found where brake lines have been tampered with endangering the lives of children. I hope the person(s) involved are caught and held responsible (20+ years would work).

With my heritage, the “Nativity Scene” is a common decoration to display during Christmas. With my heritage, a prayer before meals is practiced. With my heritage, the PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE was pledged everyday before school. However, the public school system does NOT allow this to be displayed on its public property.
Why? Because it’s NOT everybody’s heritage.

Now if speaking in Spanish is your family heritage, does that give you a right to speak it fluently (on school time) during school hours? Will it not distract those who are willing to learn the English language? Will it not frustrate those who are trying to teach? Because, obviously the PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE is offensive to some students. So is seeing other students with bowed heads and folded hands for a few seconds before meals. I’m not even going to get into it about certain Christmas decorations. 

I remember singing Canada’s National Anthem in music class during my elementary days and there wasn’t a single Canadian in my school.

A simple solution would be that the teachers in such schools should also be able, if  not teach, but speak the acquired language just as fluent as their students.

Why did it have to come to a point that a principal thought it be best if students spoke in English during school hours? At first, I thought it sounded a bit racy, but then I tried to see things in the principals point of view…I still thought it was a little racist. Then another problem came to view – ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION.  

For obvious reasons, ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION into the UNITED STATES is against the LAW!
It could be dangerous; catastrophic. It can endanger the very lives of the American people.

It affects the very core of our financial infrastructure. Respectful & reliable sources have claimed that Social Security assistance will no longer be available for future generations – possibly even ours. Every American soldier who died fighting & defending this GREAT country of ours would be a disgrace if nothing is done about it.

Is your government okay with foreigners working in your country illegally?
Hell yeah! It’s looked at as “Free Money”.

Billion$ of Dollar$ are LOST due to ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION

Billion$ of Dollar$ are LOST due to ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION


When the term “illegal immigrants” is used, right away people tend to think of Mexico and its citizens running for the border. This isn’t necessarily true. Illegal immigration can come from all over the world, it’s just easier for Mexicans (and others) to do it through Mexico.

When students start communicating to one another in their own foreign language in a public school, this can make officials (who do not speak the language) a bit frustrated. Which is totally UNDERSTANDABLE. Why? Because as children, they MAY NOT be discussing the subject that’s at hand. Kids will be kids. However, it was the school district IN THIS COMMUNITY who brought on these officials to teach their children/students in Hempstead, Texas. And they will teach those students the way they were taught – in English. If a teacher can’t speak Spanish, what the hell are they doing in a school in Hempstead, Texas where majority of the students are Hispanic?

If that last paragraph doesn’t make you think (even a little bit), I’m sorry I can’t break it down any more “Barney Style” than that.

Now before you answer, ask yourself this: Is it fair to the few American students who can’t speak Spanish?
A true American KNOWS the answer to that.

If it’s allowed that certain schools and/or communities can speak/teach in an American public school in a foreign language during school hours, to me that’s a type of segregation. This will lead communities in becoming being a certain majority over another. What’s happening in Hempstead, Texas is “text book”.

  1. Illegal immigrants come to a community, most likely looking for work.
    Illegal immigrants speak their own language, stay to themselves and mingle within their own crowd. They’re hard working people and are an asset as well as a blessing to their community. However, very few have obtained a legal right to reside in the United States and do not posses a Social Security number.
  2. Illegal immigrants start families and have children.
    Another great opportunity for a community to grow and flourish. Any person born in the United States is considered to be an American citizen. However, these illegal immigrants cannot or DO NOT speak English to their children. Either because they can’t or they don’t want to. Whatever the case may be, it’s the parents prerogative. When it comes time to find a school to enroll in, you either find a PRIVATE school that caters to your needs, or you let your child speak English in a PUBLIC school. Either way, that child will receive the BEST education possible.

So before you start firing people for what they know and do things in a way they only know how, let’s think about who put them there in the first place.


Duolingo: Learn Languages Free



This story is the second part of another story that happened to me.

Well, I did it…I ran myself over!

It finally happened

I worked a late night. I drove to the boss’s house because I was going to ride to the job-site with him. He moved his van from his back alley parking spot and I parked in (backwards) in his place. It was around 9 pm.

After three and a half hours at the job site, we ran out of material and had to wrap things up. My boss drove me back to his house and dropped me off. We said our good-byes and I closed his door. I walked over to my van and I crawled underneath it to start it.PEACE

Remember…? I have to start my van underneath it.
And yes, I haven’t gotten around to fixing that ignition problem.

I grabbed the tool that starts the van and was feeling around underneath the van with it. It being dark out, I was having a difficult time trying to locate the starter. I scooted a little further underneath the van thinking it would help me find it…and I did.

At first, the van didn’t start right up. I had to do it again. The van finally started and began to accelerate slowly in reverse. I was still underneath the van.

Quickly I tried to get away, but the right front tire pinched the material of my coat, trapping my arm in place. My upper arm was trapped underneath the tire of my moving van. It was obvious that the van was in reverse. There was nothing I could do to stop it.

I couldn’t sit up, I desperately grabbed for the slowly rolling tire that was gradually crushing my bicep. The pressure was immense. I thought that my arm was going to explode. All I could think about was having to amputate my arm. My face was inches away from my vans front tire. I watched as the wheel slowly rolled over my arm. All I could do was lay there.

When the van rolled over my arm I watched as the van back over my boss’s privacy fence. It continued to roll into the backyard and came to a stop when it crashed into a tree.

My boss jumped out of his van and ran over to help me up.

“Are you okay?” my boss asked in disbelief. “Did your van run over you?”

“Yeah…my arm.”My Arm

“Oh my God! Do you need to go to the hospital?”

“No, no, I’m alright, really,” I said. “Sorry about the fence.”

“Forget the fence, how are you? Where did it get you?” he asked as he looked me over to see if I was okay.

“My arm. The van rolled over my arm,” I told him as I lifted it. It was weird that it didn’t hurt like you’d think it would. I mean, it was sore but strangely enough it didn’t bruise.

US Airways Flight 1702

Jetliner Crashes at Takeoff

Flight 1702 at end of runway.  Philadelphia International Airport

Flight 1702 at end of runway.
Philadelphia International Airport

An Airbus A320 jetliner, flown by US Airways, blew a tire during takeoff at the Philadelphia International Airport. Aboard were 149 passengers and 5 crew members when on Thursday (march 13, 2014) felt a sudden drop and the plane landing back on the runway. Passengers began screaming when the plane did this a second time. When the plane finally came to a stop at the end of the runway, someone yelled fire. Passengers immediately started exiting the plane in a quick and orderly fashion (just like they were suppose to).

Nobody was seriously hurt and emergency personnel were able to wrap it up quickly. Only two passengers required further medical attention. This put quite a scare into not only the passengers & crew of Flight 1702, but other passengers that were still inside the terminal. Especially after what happened with Malaysia Airlines and Flight MH370.

Flight 1702 was on its way to the Fort Lauderdale-Hollywood International Airport a little after 6 pm when the accident happened. Passengers finally reached their destination earlier today (March 14, 2014).

Flying Tiger Line Flight 739

An “Intensely Luminous” Light in the Sky

107 Passengers/Crew Missing

March 16, 1962

Malaysian Airlines Flight MH370 is nowhere to be found

Malaysian Airlines Flight MH370 is nowhere to be found

Eighty minutes after departure, at 2:22 pm, the pilot radioed a routine message and gave his position as being 280 miles west of Guam.. The aircraft was expected to reach the Philippines at 3:30. At that time, the Guam IFSS experienced heavy radio static causing temporary communication difficulties. At 3:39 pm, the Guam radio operator attempted to contact Captain Gregory P. Thomas (the planes pilot) but was unable to establish contact. Flying Tiger Line Flight 739 was not seen or heard from again.

The crew from a nearby tanker ship claimed to have seen “lights flashing” in the sky at around the same time Flight 739 lost contact with the radio controller.

Malaysia Airlines Missing Plane

No Trace of Flight MH370

239 Passengers/Crew Missing

March 7, 2013

Captain Zaharie Ahmad Shah and Fariq Hamid fly the Boeing 777 jetliner over the South China Sea. At 2:40 am Flight MH370 left Kuala Lumpur for the skies – only to lose contact with air traffic controllers approximately two hours later. Speculations that  pilots Zaharie Ahmad Shah and Fariq Hamidthe (for some unknown reason) decided to go off course, possibly to head back to Kuala Lumpur, which is on the western coast of Malaysia. However, pilots are instructed to report in if such action is needed (usually for emergency purposes only), but no such call was ever received.

Four days after Flight MH370 went missing, some family members of the missing passengers claim to have seen that their loved ones were “online” and that their cell phones were still ringing.


Malaysia Airlines Missing Plane

Malaysia Airlines lost contact with their plane at 2:40 am Saturday less than an hour after taking off from Kuala Lumpur.

Malaysia Airlines lost contact with their plane at 2:40 am Saturday less than two hours after taking off.

Flight MH370 Vanished with 227 Passengers & 12 Crew Members

Flight MH370, a Boeing 777 jetliner, vanished over off the territorial waters of Malaysia and Vietnam. Rescue vessels from the countries of Malaysia and Vietnam were on the scene to help with the search and rescue.  They were the first to arrive from a list of countries from Southeast Asia who scoured 4,300 square miles of water on the South China Sea on Saturday (Friday EST). However, rescuers could not locate the crash site after hours of searching the waters.

The Philippines sent air force planes and navy patrol ships, and China dispatched two rescue ships to assist in the search, according to officials and state media. Vietnamese fishermen have also been put on alert. 

So what happened?

The world isn’t unfamiliar with lost planes. Unfortunately, as odd as it sounds, the sudden vanish of Malaysia Airlines Flight MH370 (a Boeing 777 jetliner) sounds like another sad mystery. Nobody knows what happened and more importantly, nobody suspects this as an “act of war”.

Flight MH370 lost contact with Malaysian air traffic controllers about an hour after it took off Saturday morning at 2:40 am (1:40 am Friday EST). It was to to land in Beijing at 6:30 am (5:30 am EST). Flight 370 reached a height of at least 35,000 feet before it was reported as missing. Malaysia Airlines denies the plane crashed since no solid evidence has been recovered.

Zaharie Ahmad Shah, the 53-year-old captain of the missing plane, had over 18,300 hours of experience and joined Malaysian Airlines back in 1981. The 27-year-old co-pilot,  Fariq Hamid, had more than 2,700 hours of flying experience.

There were no reports of any problems.
No distress calls or signals.
No sightings of a plane going down, and curiously…
no wreckage.

“There aren’t any signs of a downed plane anywhere. There’s no floating debris, such as clothing or parts of the plane.
It’s just gone,” says a search & rescue volunteer.

Alien Abduction?

You will NOT hear that it may be an alien abduction from ANY government…but I’m sure, somebody thought it.

You have to admit – it could be possible. Of all the possible scenarios, an alien abduction is MOST unlikely. Until a thorough search is conducted at the bottom of the South China Sea, all possibilities are being look into.

One possibility is that Captain Zaharie Ahmad Shah with co-pilot Fariq Hamid may have been trying to avoid/evade a UFO. The UFO may have disengaged their electrical equipment making it impossible to signal for help or even fly the plane.

Another reason speculations that passengers of Flight 307 may be victims of an alien abduction. It seems the cell phones of the missing passengers are still ringing. In fact, a brother-in-law of one of the victims even claimed that his loved one showed that they were even “online”.

There has been another incident that involved a missing plane over the South China Sea back in 1962.

Oil Slicks Discovered

It seems the Vietnamese government has now reported spotting 6 to 9 mile long oil slicks off the tip of southern Vietnam. They are believed to be the oil from Malaysian Airlines Flight MH370 crash site.

Singapore has offered to launch a submarine to scan the bottom for wreckage and will report their findings once they have concluded their search.

Vietnamese search and rescue officials immediately set forth towards the crash site, hoping to spot survivors. However, since their arrival, the only thing being reported were signals that have been detected from a plane(?) at about 120 miles southwest of Vietnam’s southernmost coastal province of Cape Ca Mau.
Pham Hien, director of a Vietnam maritime search and rescue coordination center in Vung Tau has since said that the information on local media about the signal near the Cape Ca Mau was inaccurate.

According to the Vietnam’s official news agency these oil slicks were confirmed by Vietnamese authorities. However, after further investigations it was discovered that these oil slicks were NOT of the Malaysian crash.

Passports Stolen

It has now been reported that at least TWO stolen passports may have been on board of Flight MH370. Speculations are being made that the Malaysian Airline crash may be the work of terrorists. The stolen passports belong to Luigi Maraldi, an Italian national and Christian Kozel from Austria. Officials and authorities were wondering if these stolen passports were reported missing or sold voluntarily. It was later said that both men reported that their passports were stolen in Thailand but this was also inaccurate.

Miraldi claims to have lost his passport in Malaysia last July of 2013 and has since gotten a new one. This was confirmed by Interpol who had this information. Kozel claims to have lost his two years ago.

Interpol said that they were investigating other “suspected passports in connection” with Flight MH370. It’s been discovered that the two passengers who used the stolen passports in question appear to have bought their tickets together. Malaysian Transport Minister Hishammuddin Hussein confirmed that there are visuals of the two people who boarded Flight MH307 on CCTV with stolen passports.  

Intelligence agencies (local & international) after examining the footage discovered that the two men were from Iran and are identified as 18-year-old Pouria Nourmohammadi, and 29-year-old Seyed Mohammad Reza Delavar. Both men have NOT been linked to any militant groups

24 Hours Later

Still no sign of a Malaysian Airlines Boeing 777 jetliner that crashed (supposedly) near Vietnam’s Cape Ca Mau. However, imagery taken from a passenger on a different plane going the opposite direction clearly shows what looks like “fire on water”, which could indicate that a plane may have gone down in that area. Experts are unsure if the photo is taken in the alleged area where Flight MH307  is thought to have gone down.

At this time, jets and ships are still trying to locate the wreckage and the thought of terrorism comes closer to being “all too real”. Some debris was located elsewhere but it’s being suggested that it may be totally unrelated to the Malaysian crash.

The Malaysian’s military (air force chief) radar suggests that the plane may have turned back around, but this is just a theory and cannot be proven at this time. At first, Malaysia Airlines denied the theory but it’s been reported that by the request of Malaysia Airlines, Thailand authorities are looking in the Andaman Sea. A spokesperson for the airline suggests that the pilot(s) may have tried turning around.

“Pilots are required to call in if they are heading back, but we received no such call.”
Malaysia Airlines Chief Executive Ahmad Jauhari Yahya

Vietnam National Search and Rescue Committee Spokesman Hung Nguyen, has confirmed that Vietnam’s navy spotted a floating object about 50 miles southwest of Vietnam’s Tho Chu Island. When the country’s navy lost sight of the object around the southwest coast in the Gulf of Thailand, they were called back due to darkness.

By the end of the day Sunday,
more than 40 planes and more than two dozen ships
from several countries were involved in the search.

After Two Days

Search and rescue teams using low-flying planes spotted a “rectangular, door-like object”  and “something that looked like a tail portion”, but within 24 hours, Malaysian officials said authorities are now unable to relocate both objects.

Some experts believe that it may be difficult to locate wreckage debris if it disintegrated at a cruising altitude.

Experts from several countries are still examining the footage of the CCTV video. Malaysian Transport Minister Hishammuddin Hussein willingly declined to give any further details, saying that it may jeopardize the valuable information that was recently discovered during the investigation. Hussein said only two passengers had used stolen passports, and that earlier reports that the identities of two others were under investigation were inaccurate.

Photos and fingerprints are now available and the Malaysian authorities are now turning over what they have discovered to US investigators.

Did I ever mention that I had to fight off alligators in the Everglades?
That’s because it never happened.

But it could have.

The (almost) Adventure through the Everglades

While living in Florida, I worked in shipping & receiving at my local K-Mart. My hours were from 6 am to 2:30 pm, pretty sweet hours I might add.

I knew most of the employees. Whether they worked the day shift or the night shift, I knew everybody by their first name. That is, however, with the exception of the overnight stockers. I hardly knew them at all; hardly anybody knew them. The only person who ever talked to them for more than ten minutes was the lady who hired them and she retired three months prior.

There were four of them all together, three full-timers and one part-timer. All in their young twenties, and they all lived together in a four bedroom house. There wasn’t a particular attire they had to wear while they stocked the shelves of K-Mart, unlike the rest of us “day-time employees, but cargo shorts and a white, undershirt tank-top was mainly what they wore – and faithfully.

I got to K-Mart at about 5:30 a.m. every morning when I worked. The night-stockers worked from 11:00 p.m. to 7:00 a.m. the next day. So, I would only see these guys for about an hour before they punched out and headed for home. We would just talk briefly about the small things, like the Tampa Bay Devil Ray’s or how the Tampa Bay Buccaneers changed their team colors which was going to take some getting use to…(but, really? Did you see their uniforms before?)

Anyway, I didn’t know a lot about these guys, but I assumed their lifestyle would be like any other single, male, twenty “something” year-old would be.
You know what I’m talking about? I’m talking about the ones who are drinking all night – every night, have an untidy household, their personal hygiene could do a bit of an improvement, &c. All that good stuff.

But wait…
I would soon be shown the error of my ways.
But please, read on.

It wasn’t until about six months later when we finally got comfortable with each other. They even invited me to a party at their house that they were throwing. I agreed to go and eventually found out that day that I was the only employee that got invited.

I made arrangements with my girlfriend (my future wife – who I was living with at the time) to drop me off. That way, I wasn’t drinking and driving, plus I told her that I didn’t plan on staying that long.

Well, I didn’t drink and drive, but I did stay longer than I wanted to. It totally wasn’t my fault.

The Good Bye

The directions they gave me was in a neighborhood I was very unfamiliar with. We’ve been in Florida for nearly three years and we’ve never been on this side of town. These houses were beautiful and some were enormous with a huge gate surrounding the property. I was a little curious on what their house was going to look like. The way it was looking, it was going to be the exact opposite of what I thought the house was going to look like.

We pulled down their street and wouldn’t you know it…there was a man-made channel right across the street where boats were able to go up and down. And I don’t mean just little speed boats either. There were house boats, yachts and huge sail boats as well.

We found the address and just looked at each other.
“Are you kidding me?” I asked.

The house was gorgeous. I mean, the yard could have used a landscaper but it was still pretty nice. It didn’t have a gate surrounding it, instead, it was well secluded with all the palm trees and other exotic plant life keeping it hidden. We slowly pulled in the half-circle driveway and stopped right where there were two good-sized gargoyles on either side of the front door.  I rolled up the window, leaned over and gave my girlfriend a kiss and exited out of the car. Right before I closed the car door, I heard her say out loud, “Be careful!”

Why does she always say that?

Oh yeah.
Never mind.

Hello Tequila

I watched my wife drive back around and pull away. She had her arm out the window and was waving to me. I waved back. When she was out of view, I rang the doorbell. Eric answered the door.

Eric was one of the guys that worked the night shift stocking shelves. Out of the three, he was the quiet one. He wore a tank top, cargo shorts and instead of work boots he had on sandals. This was the typical attire to some male “Floridians” his age wore. He looked more casual than me (with my t-shirt and blue jeans, the typical attire guys my age wore back in “da region”).  He walked me in to introduce me to the rest of the crowd.

The house was packed with rich kids.

The house was packed with rich kids.

As we stepped into the kitchen I saw a small crowd gathered around a table in the center of the room. There was a tequila bottle, a few salt shakers and bowl full of sliced limes. Eric threw out a few names and they all said “What’s up?”

Another night shift employee walked in. It was Dave. He was the loud one.

“Jimmy!” Dave shouted my name when he noticed me standing in the back. I acknowledge him by raising the beer bottle that was placed in my hand just five minutes earlier.

“What’s going on?” I shouted back above the crowd. Of course I was asking a rhetorical question, but I guess he took it seriously. He made his way towards me by cutting through everybody. He held his beer bottle and cigarette in the air so to not spill or burn anyone, but there was still a certain drunken rudeness about it. He bumped into a girl who then responded by calling him a ‘fucker‘. Dave stopped and just looked at her.

“Maybe later,” he responded trying to look at her seductively, but in all actuality it looked kinda funny.

“You’re fucking weird,” the girl said with a smile and walked away. Dave then looked at me with his glassy red eyes and just shrugged his shoulders.

Dave had brown hair that had a reddish tint to it and had a beard & mustache to match. He wore shirts that looked like they came from the ’50′s but he was able to pull off somehow.

“You want some of this?” Dave pointed to the bottle of tequila as he stumbled forward his last few steps.

I caught and held on to him until he got his bearings. “No, no. Thanks, but I can’t stay long.”


Dave went on to say something, I wasn’t really paying attention because I noticed they were doing it all wrong. People were taking a shot of tequila, sucking on a lime then shaking salt in their mouth.

Stupid kids. What the hell?
I got to fix this.

So I spoke up interrupting Dave, “Hold on, hold on. You guys are doing it wrong. You have to set up before you take the shot.”

“What are you talking about, dude?” the stoner-dude said softly.

“Show us!” giggled a tipsy, high-strung, teeny-bopper.

I licked the lower part of my thumb, shook a little salt on it and showed everyone how the salt stuck to the skin. I grabbed a lime wedge and a shot glass of tequila. I explained the proper procedure and then demonstrated.

That’s when things started to go wrong.
[There's more to this story, but let's move on]

Three hours later I broke out a window and climbed out of it

I don’t remember much. But what I do remember is wanting to leave this party with the quickness, and I did so by breaking out a window with a small stool and climbing out.
People were chasing me.

The next thing I remember was waking up looking at the night sky. I saw three palm trees and the moon. There was tall grass all around me and the ground was wet. It felt as though I was laying in a puddle.
Yes, I was definitely laying in a puddle.

At first, all I saw were three palm trees.

At first, all I saw were three palm trees.

Then I started to focus. I started to remember…things were coming together. I just laid there and tried to gather my thoughts.

That’s when it hit me.
I thought to myself, “Oh my God. I must be in the Everglades. They caught me, knocked me out and threw my body in the Everglades. They wanted me dead, but they couldn’t bring themselves to do it, so they threw me out here. They wanted the alligators to do their dirty work. Plus, the alligators will get rid of the evidence. They wanted my body to get eaten by alligators. Those motherfuckers!”

I was about to get up when I realized I had my pants in my hand.
Yes. That’s right.
My pants were in my hand.

“What the…?” I said aloud, but before I could give it much thought, I heard a bunch of dogs barking.

I laid still. I thought, “Could those be wild, feral dogs? Scavenger dogs? Eating scraps that alligators leave behind?
I decided that I’d better keep low and stay quiet. If these feral dogs find me – they will kill me. The dogs kept on barking on viciously while I laid in the muck trying to think of a plan.

The first thing that came to my head was that if these assholes were going to ditch my body, it wouldn’t be that far from the road.
I need to find a road.

I sat up but made sure I stayed below the grass line. I looked at my pants and found them sopping wet. They were covered with mud and tiny little sticks. I still had my socks and boots on which struck me a little odd because that meant I (or someone) put my boots back on after my pants were removed. I decided that I’d keep my pants off and just wear my red striped boxers…at least for a little while until I found the road or until my pants dried. It was a fairly warm morning so I wasn’t worried of “catching cold. Plus, I’m in the fucking Everglades, I don’t care who sees me.

If I don’t find a road, that means I’m definitely going to be out here in the swamp for at least another day. I started to think about survival.
I’m eventually going to have to build a shelter. I’m going to need a weapon (there’s more than alligators out here in the Everglades). And of course, I’m going to need food.
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I’m hungover and this was crazy.

The barking ceased, so I thought it’d be a good time to take a peek for any signs of a road. I figured I’d pop my head up and take a look and then crawl through the high grass in the right direction. I just hoped I wouldn’t crawl and find an alligator.

I got to my hands and knees and prepared to raise my head. I quickly gave a look and saw a car parked on a street. I went back down.

“What?” I said to myself. I raised my head again and stayed there like that. “What the..?”

I was in the front yard of a neighbor (I think). The house had huge columns that held up the roof of this three-story home. I quickly got up and headed for the street. Security lights came on when I stepped out of the flower bed pants-less. I guess I got to close to the car because I also triggered its security system. It acknowledge my presence and verbally told me to step away.

I had no idea where I was at, but I knew I couldn’t stay there.

I stood in the middle of the street next to the channel. I had two choices, I could head in the direction where those guys lived, or start walking in the direction where I came from. Then I looked at my pants that I was holding. Why were my pants off?

Oh my God.
Did I get raped?

The sun was rising and I had to get out of there. I panicked thinking that the police were going to get called, so I ran.

The Journey Home

I ran down the sidewalk. I had no idea where I was going. Then I noticed a red neon light shining in the far distance. I’m going to go there.

It was a car dealership. I spotted a payphone and called my girlfriend collect. She accepted the charges.

“Where are you?” was the first thing she asked. By the sound of her voice, I could tell that she was worried.

“I don’t know. I’m at a car dealership”

“A car dealership? Which one?”

From the background in the phone I heard a voice say, “I know where that’s at, I’ll get him.”

“Darlene’s going to come get you, stay where you are,” my girlfriend instructed me.

“Stay on the phone with him until I pick him up,” the voice from the background said.

“Is that Darlene?” I asked. Darlene was a girl that worked with us at K-Mart. She heard about the party and what happened.

“Yes. Oh my God, what happened?”

“I have no clue.”

“Darlene talked to Dave and said that you broke out a window. Is that true?”


“Why? Why did you break his window and crawl out of it?”

“I don’t know.” I reached behind and made sure nothing was hanging out of my ass. My butt-hole felt alright, it wasn’t sore or anything.
I stood on the phone with her until Darlene pulled up a few minutes later. She brought along a friend. She was another girl that worked with us at K-Mart.

“She’s here, I’ll see you in a bit,” I said. I hung up the phone and got into the backseat of the car.

“Wow. You okay?” Darlene asked while looking at me through her rear-view mirror.

“Yeah, I think.”

“I heard what happened.”

I laid my head back and closed my eyes and said, “You can tell me all about it sometime.”

Is this another disgusting article from TryJimmy?
Of course it is, but this is information you need to know about.

Is Horse Meat Safe to Eat?

"ALDI does what?"

“ALDI does what?”

In most cases – yes.

What do you mean, “In most cases”?

First of all, let’s start as to why I would write such an article.
Before you start thinking “because it’s disgusting” to yourself, you should ask yourself, “Why is this disgusting?

Because it’s a horse?
Actually, the country of France considers horse meat a delicacy. One such favorite item you’ll find on French menus is, Breaded Horse Brain.

But France isn’t alone. Countries like Austria,  Belgium, China, Germany, Italy, Japan, the Netherlands, and Sweden also have a taste for horse meat.

Some horse meat loving fans say that “people don’t know what they’re missing”.

You know what?
I’m cool with that.

the-horse-185319_640So is ALDI using Horse Meat?


Studies have proven that ALDI carries meat products that contain anywhere from 30% to 100% of pure horse meat. Since February of 2013, packaging that identifies its contents as beef is misleading its customers (you think?).
Aw. Hell! They downright lied.

However, ALDI is claiming “ignorant” and had no idea that horse meat was being used.

So who’s to blame? ALDI is pointing the finger at their food supplier, Comigel. Comigel, in turn, is pointing their finger at their “French” supplier saying that they (Comigel) are “a victim in all of this as well”. With this being said, Comigel is facing an “arms-length” of charges.

ALDI - Hammond, Indiana

ALDI – Hammond, Indiana

Is Horse Meat Healthy?

Yes (in most cases).

In most cases? What do you mean?

Horse meat is lean, protein-rich and has a slight sweet taste to it. A lot of first-timers seem to think it tastes a bit like venison. But most Americans think it’s strictly taboo to eat a horse. “It’s like eating your pet,” say most Americans.

The problem with eating horse meat is not how it died, but rather how the horse lived before it was slaughtered for food.
Was it being treated with medications? Was it sick?
These are the two most common questions that are being asked. Horses that are being treated with a certain type of “horse aspirin” for pain, may be harmful for human consumption.

A Horse Meat Recipe

Pot-au-feu de Cheval
(Horse Stew)
Don't Knock It - Until You Try It

Don’t Knock It – Until You Try It

2.5 Pounds of Shredded Horse Meat
(second class meat preferred)

An array of Vegetables
such as Leeks, Cabbage, Turnips, Potato, Celery, Red Pepper

Salt, a Caramelized Onion, Mushrooms and a Clove of Garlic

  1. Place cubed meat in cold water and bring to a boil over a medium flame.
    Be sure to spoon out the grease and foam as it boils.
  2. Add Garlic, Caramelized Onion, Salt (to taste), Mushrooms
    and Vegetables
  3. Leave to cook for seven to eight hours

Correct Framing is Vital to ANY Project

Learning how to frame correctly (and I stress the word “correctly”) are one of those skills that you can teach yourself through a lot of trial & error… oh yeah, and a whole lot of cash also. Especially now, with the aid of the Internet, homeowners are now attempting to fix, rebuild and repair their homes themselves. As brilliant as that may sound, there seems to be one major problem these homeowners are overlooking – they’ve never done ANYTHING like this before (or have very little experience). Most homeowners find themselves paying more (sometimes double) than they would have if they just called a licensed contractor in the first place.sign-44438_640


However, if you don’t have the time (and/or the money) to teach yourself the importance of proper framing or simply can’t afford to risk the safety of others, it’s recommended that you find someone with experience. Hiring a professional who knows the importance of proper framing is always a good idea.

Learning how to frame correctly doesn’t come naturally. It can take 8-10 years of experience if you’re going “hands-on style” (meaning you get hired on) before you gather the confidence to properly and safely frame large projects on your own. Or you can go to college for 4 years and come out with a degree. But most people have learned that experience beats schooling when it comes to learning how to frame correctly.

Not that schooling is a bad idea, it’s just that would you rather have someone whose done that kind of work many times before, or someone who was showed and told how to?

Framing the Floor

Learning How to Frame a Floor
Large projects should be done by a licensed contractor

The floor usually rests on a concrete foundation or on piers and is usually the first part that is framed. This is very important because the floor will be holding up the rest of the structure.

You should take extra precaution when repairing the floor frame. If you need to replace any wood that seems faulty, damaged and/or unsafe, be sure you do not bring the floor above down on top of you.

Before construction begins, the concrete foundation must be topped with TREATED 2″ x 6″ or 2″ x 8″ lumber. This is called “the floor sill”, “sill plate” or just “the sill” and it is very important that this is in place. This sill is placed on top of a roll of insulation and then secured by anchor bolts which runs flush with the exterior foundation wall around the entire structure. Then a “band joist” is installed (vertically) on top of the sill and is toe-nailed in. Make sure the band joist and the floor joists are the same size lumber and is flush with the exterior wall. The band joist does not have to be treated lumber like the floor sill.

Now get a tape measure, a pencil and a piece of paper. Draw out your plans (to scale) and determine how much lumber & supplies you will be needing. Getting good correct measurements is important and there’s nothing wrong with checking your work. These numbers are the base of your structure and you will be having a lot riding on them.

When you have the plans properly drawn to your liking, you may now purchase the lumber you need and cut them to size before you start constructing. Make sure you mark each piece of lumber you’re going to use and where it is to be placed.
If you have to overlap your floor joists, make sure you have properly installed any extra support beams and columns or that existing ones are in good shape. This may require a licensed contractor and is recommended.

On the band joist and the sill, mark where each floor joist is going to be placed. Make sure the proper adjustments are made (on the other side of the structure) for the compensation of overlapping floor joists.

Floor joists are to be placed evenly apart (no more than 16″) and are toe-nailed into the band joist and the sill plate. Be sure that the floor joists are flush with the sill plate and band joist.

Totally True, but Extremely Exaggerated Tales:
Clowns in the Woods

by James Timothy Peters


I have never spoke of this – until now.

It was an unusually warm morning in late November back in 1982. I know this because I remember wearing all camouflage as I rode my bike to the Cook County Forest Preserve located in Calumet City, Illinois. The forest was only a few blocks from my house; straight down State Line Road.

I’ve played in these woods for as long as I can remember. It never got old, even by myself I was able to occupy myself. Building tree swings, forts and even traps kept me busy for hours on end.

State Line Road separated Illinois and Indiana

State Line Road separates Illinois and Indiana

As I rode up onto the trail from State Line Road I looked for a spot where I could stash and hide my bike. The high grass and tall brush made it easy to conceal.

I had school the next day, so I better get as much in as possible.
Whatever that may have been was yet to be determined but I had all day to think about it.

However, I didn’t get to think that much about what I was going to do, because the oddest thing happened.

I saw three men walking about through the woods. The big guy was dressed in overalls without a shirt, the small skinny guy was dressed in black and wearing a hoodie. The third guy, and obviously the leader , was dressed in an arm-less suit. His arms were muscular and he carried a suitcase…but that’s not the odd part.

The odd part was that they all had clown heads.

Just having the head of a clown without the whole attire looks a little disturbing – to say the least.

I noticed three men dressed as clowns walking through the Cook County Forest Preserve in Calumet City, IL

I noticed three men dressed as clowns walking through the Cook County Forest Preserve in Calumet City, IL

This was so strange to me and yet, very scary at the same time. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Luckily, none of the three noticed me.

But then I saw a small boy. He wasn’t anybody that I knew, he couldn’t have been any older than me. Then I saw that the guy with the suitcase was holding his hand and leading him down the trail.

The small boy looked scared and very uncomfortable and was slowly followed by the other two men dressed as clowns. I could hear the guy with the suitcase talking to the little boy as he sternly looked forward, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying.

I wondered what they were doing with this little boy. Just before they walked out from my view, the little boy and I noticed each other. I have to admit that it did startle me at first and I thought about running away; but decided to stay where I was instead. I feared that the little boy would say something and give me away…but he didn’t.

He looked at me as if he hoped that I would say something…but I didn’t.

Honestly, I was scared. I was scared that these men(?) would do to me what they were going to do to that little boy.

I gave it a few minutes before I decided to crawl out of hiding and quietly drag my bike from the tangled weeds. As I slowly crept to the forest trail, I cautiously peeked out from a bush to see how far down the clowns were with the little boy.

I could see them.
They were way down the forest trail.
I didn’t think I’d get a better opportunity for an escape, so I  jumped on my bike as fast as I could and rode out of there as fast as my legs could pedal.

I don’t know why, but something told me to around to see what they were doing.
When I did, it looked as though I brought attention to myself, because all I remember is seeing that hooded clown looking straight back at me causing me to wreck.

And let me tell you…when I noticed that hooded clown taking a few steps towards my direction, I swear, I’ve never gotten up and jumped on a bike so fast in my life – not like I did that day.

I've never spoke of this until now.

I’ve never spoke of these clowns in the woods until now

I took off. I didn’t stop pedaling like a maniac down State Line Road until I got to my block – good old Detroit Street in Hammond, Indiana. Well, that’s what I remember anyway.

I parked my bike in the garage and made sure I wasn’t followed. When I felt that the coast was clear I darted out for the house. When I got through the back door I quickly slammed the door shut. My heart rate was just starting to come down.

I stayed in the house for the rest of the day. I thought about what I saw and wondered if I should say something, but I never did.

I thought about all the next day as well, especially at school. Debating in my head, whether or not if I should tell someone, but again…I never did.

It really bothered me that day at school. I guess I seemed distant to my friends at school because some would come up and asked me if  “everything was okay?”

I told them that I just wasn’t feeling well and I’ll be fine. But the truth was that I wasn’t feeling well. The sense of guilt consumed me.

I felt ashamed. Ashamed that I didn’t speak up for that little boy. Ashamed that I never said anything to anybody.

It was when I saw the flyers around titled “Have You Seen Me?” was when I almost broke. It was as if these flyers were specifically sent for me.

I never found out what happened to that little boy and nobody ever spoke of it, even with the hundreds of flyers flying through the neighborhood – nobody said a word. At the time I was grateful that it was never brought up because I’m sure guilt would have been written all over my face.

But now that I’m older and the world starts to slow down I can’t help but wonder…what if?

I have never spoke of this – until now.

Aside  —  Posted: December 1, 2013 in True to Life
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