Sad Old Year, Happy New Year

I fell asleep in front of the Hyatt next to the Cow Key bridge around 7:30 p.m. and woke up around 3 in the morning to find or rather, not find my bike because somebody took it. I have a lock but didn't lock it because I wasn't planning on falling asleep. I just wanted to lay down for a minute. I am getting so sick of losing my bike because some dirty ass piece of shit thief took it. How low can you go to steal a bike from a homeless person who is sleeping. To me, that is down right pathetic. Now I have a job (not for long) and I am at least motherfuckin' tryin' and some scum fuckin' ball is gonna come along and STEAL my bike. Well, at least they didn't take my drumsticks or my Key West Citizen shoulder bag that has everything I own which is not much but a couple shirts, a sweater and jacket. I still have my word(s) and balls but I'm just about out of patience with these motherfuckin' THIEVES!!! GOD help the worthless piece of shit if I find him ( I say him because I believe the chances of it being a her are very slim) on my bike. I don't believe in violence. It has never solved anything and to me, only escalates problems. About a week ago, I was working my corner, trying to sell newspapers. I walk up and down North Roosevelt and depending on how much traffic there is, I walk quite a ways from my bike and shoulder bag, maybe 200 feet or so. This one particular day, a week ago. I walked back to my corner, to NOT find my bike and bag. I thought one of my (Too Many) "street" friends were playing a joke on me. I walked across the street and asked my co-worker if he had seen anything and he said he had seen a guy put my bag inside of a red bag and rode off with my bike. So I asked him which way did he go and my co worker pointed towards Bayview Park so I proceeded to WALK to try and find this guy on my bike and low and behold this stupid, lying, piece of shit motherfucker is sitting in front of the Metro PCS with a chick with MY bike parked in front of him. I jumped over the barricade to cross the street to confront this waste of space. And he denied everything!! "No Bro, I didn't take your bike" Then I asked him "Then how in the hell did MY bike get in front of you? Did it fly over here? Then I saw the red bag and it was open and it had my World War 2 shirt inside his bag without the stripes showing and I told him "Look, I can describe what that shirt has on it without even seeing it to prove to you that that shirt is mine. It is a long sleeve shirt with Sargent stripes on it" I pulled it out of his bag and sure as shit there were the stripes I described. And the chick was shocked and believed in what I was saying. All the while the thief was denying everything. Then I asked him where my Citizen bag was and he kept saying "I didn't take your bag bro" Liars, cheaters and stealers go hand in hand. I explained to him that that bag is my livelihood and part of my job. Just tell me where my bag is and I won't call the cops. He STILL wouldn't tell me!!!! Whooping his ass just would of got me in trouble and then again I don't believe violence solves anything. I practice what I preach. I'm the nicest guy in the world unless you piss me off then I become the Incredible Hulk (the kids at Stanley Switlik called me that back in the 4th grade) the meanest son of a bitch you never want to meet. I have a furious, ferocious temper!! I don't fight, I fight until the death!!! O.K.... I walked around the corner of the building and found my bag empty with all the shit I had in it, discarded all over the ground. So I got all my shit back and filed a police report. I mean, I'm not a cop caller but I didn't want this piece of dirt to steal from somebody else. I mean if he had balls enough to take my bag and bike in broad daylight while I was working the corner, who knows how many other people he might steal from. So I figured at least I could give a description of the garbage and maybe they'll get him in the system and off the streets and take his ass back to wherever he came from. The "newbies" don't understand, we do things differently here in the Keys. O.K.......I was reading People magazine in the library today trying not to burst into tears while reading about the tragedy in Newtown, Conn and seeing the pictures and short stories of the innocent children ages 6 and 7 who were killed. They had a chance to realize their wildest dreams and then this mentally ill person with a gun (not a good mixture) had to ruin it for all of them. My thoughts and prayers go out to the families. I've kinda experienced the flip side, if you will, my father was shot and killed with a gun when I was just 6 months old. So I personally don't like guns. R.I.P. John Lennon and Marvin Gaye as well.(Both shot and killed by guns) I think they should ban assault automatic weapons, you don't need them and it takes all the fun and challenge from hunting. Leave them for the military. As far as protection, they have a deputy in uniform everyday at the Key West public library, why not at ALL the schools? And if you cry or even think about the COST. A childs' life is PRICELESS!!!!




O.K. that's my 2 cents for today.

Remember YOLO, make your life count for something, make a difference for the better of mankind before you leave this world behind.



SEE YOU NEXT YEAR!!!!!!!! HAVE A HAPPY ONE!!! AND FOR CHRIST SAKE, DON'T DRINK AND DRIVE!!! You might spill your drink!

Where Art Thou Murphy

Back again? Don't you have anything better to do??? Just kidding, of course. If you know me, you know I kid. Well, I got a memo this morning on my stack of newspapers to sell (yes, I DID get the memo) that instructed me to see my boss, Dave @ the Key West Citizen after 10 a.m. So I go there after having sold 3 newspapers and he informed me that the Citizen can't pay me 5.00 dollars (bonus pay) a day for selling 1 or 2 papers, turning in .50 cents. Which I totally understand that they are losing money and I'm not even good at math and even I can figure that one out. So he gave me another week and if I can't sell 25 or more papers I have to ship out. He told me every time he drove by me, he saw me sitting down. I told him it was a coincidence and that I walk up and down with blank stares and people scrambling for their phone instead of .50 cents to buy a paper. My counterpart kiddie corner to me (not kidding) sells twice as much as I do. I don't know what else to do. So I wrote a song. Want to hear it? O.K. Here it goes.

WHERE ART THOU MURPHY

OH WHERE

OH WHERE

DID MY MURPHY GO

I KNOW HE WENT TO JAIL

BUT HE HASN'T COME HOME

THEY LOCKED HIM UP

FOR DOING THE

UNKNOWN

OH WHERE

OH WHERE

DID MY MURPHY GO

I FEEL ALL ALONE

WITHOUT MY MURPHY SHOW

WHAT DO I DO

WITHOUT

THE ONLY FRIEND

I KNOW

GONNA LOSE MY JOB

IN A WEEK OR SO

OH WHERE

OH WHERE

IS MY MURPHY SHOW

I wrote that titty bit at Bayview Park in Key West today 12/27/12

Thank you very much.

Come back soon, ya' hear!!!

BITTERSWEET HOLIDAYS/TAKE THIS JOB FROM ME PLEASE!!!!

Back with another report from the streets of Key West. I hope everyone had a great Christmas. Christmas for me is just another day and bittersweet without my family. I only have one blood relative left in this world, my brother, J. Michael Berry M.D.and he lives in San Francisco. Who I am very proud of and he is about 17 years older than I am and is an oncologist (cancer doctor) who has just been promoted to Professor working at UCSF. He's going to be teaching a class in Thailand sometime next year. He has always fully supported me in all my crazy ass dreams. The holidays are bittersweet like I say because of the loss of my family but are kinda cool to see families together enjoying themselves here in Key West paradise. Watching the kids having fun with excitement of Christmas presents as I did when I was a kid. But still it just reminds me that I don't have family, not that I ever forget but it just kinda rubs the fact in, this time of year. O.K. enough bullshit... In other news to the world, Murphy is still in jail and I tried to visit him and give him a Key West Citizen for Christmas (As I joke, I wanted to wrap it up in Christmas wrapping paper and give it to him) but to my disbelief the operator at the Sheriff's office said that I couldn't visit him nor have a friggin newspaper delivered to him, ON CHRISTMAS DAY !!!! That to me is just a bunch of BULLSHIT!! I could not believe it.... Work-wise, I did pretty good on Christmas getting a couple of 5 dollar tips BUT the days leading up to Christmas were awful!! I only sold 1 maybe 2 papers. That's .50 cents for getting up at 5 o'clock in the morning everyday and working, walking about 5 miles a day back and forth, up and down the same block to try and sell a newspaper for 3 hours. I know, I'm just a bitchy bitchin' bitch....boo-hoo.....but I still look on the bright side because I see a light at the end of the tunnel. I heard through the coconut telegraph that my former seasonal employers at Liberty Tax were looking for me and were wondering where I was at. So I popped in to see when they wanted me to start again and found out that I will become the Statue Of Liberty once again on or after Jan.4th. I'll be sure to keep you posted. Like you really give a shit, huh?....Other observations other than not being able to make money selling newspapers is that Key West is having an Asian Invasion, we must have half of Japan in town. Not that that is a bad thing but I am a little scared because as I have always said to myself, the Asians can make the cars but they sure as hell can't drive the motherfuckers!!! ....If you love traffic, road construction, one way streets, bad drivers, horn blowers, chainsaw loud scooters come on down here to Key West, the weather is great!!!!.....Well, since I was bored off my ass and frustrated (THANK GOD FOR MY MP3 player/Radio) Guess what I did? Yes, you're absolutely right!!!! I wrote yet another poem about not selling newspapers and traffic jams.... BTW my "No Snow Christmas" poem didn't save the world or win the poetry contest in the Weekly free paper down here in the Keys BUT they did print it!! And I thank them for that. Thanks for the smiles on the street, it keeps me going. That and my life saving music.






BLANK STARES

CRAZY LOOKS

WORKING THE STREETS

LIKE A LONELY HOOKER

OUT OF LUCK



EMPTY POCKETS

NOT ENOUGH TO EAT

THE LORD

MY ONLY

SAVING GRACE



AS THE FANCY CARS

DRIVE BY

HONKING HORNS

TRYING TO GET

NOWHERE FAST



IN A HURRY

TO GET TO PARADISE

THEY DON'T EVEN REALIZE

THAT THEY ARE

ALREADY THERE



ONLY 2 MORE MILES TO GO

TO REACH

THE END OF THE ROAD

TURN BACK

AND DO IT AGAIN



SPINNING WHEELS

MOVING SLOW

IN THE FAST LANE

I WISH

MY MEMORY

WOULD SLIP AWAY





I hope you like it, if not, tough shit and deal with it or fugitaboutit.



PEACE, LOVE AND ALL THAT OTHER GOOD STUFF!!! ;)

BONUS - A Christmas email my brother sent me :

Hi Kevin!!




Merry Christmas!



Sorry I haven't been in touch. My life is pretty crazy, but I am very grateful fro all the blessings and opportunities. Professionally we are way overwhelmed and down staff, so the burden falls on Naomi and me to keep up with everyone. The good news for 2013 is that we are moving across the street to a new and larger dedicated clinic space and then hopefully bring on 2 more MDs to help. Ultimately it's up to me to set some limits, which I am not very good at doing. But one of the benefits is that I am going to Thailand In January to teach a course, which I am pretty excited about. As you can see below I was promoted to Professor and I am very pleased. There are just too many deadlines and projects to try and get done. But all in all I am happy and although I work long hours I m able to take some time off to travel and Leo is great about helping me to set those limits.



We finally bought a house last year in Dublin, CA, which is 35 miles east of San Francisco, but very accessible by BART. I try not to drive and my commute on BART is very relaxing and takes 45 min and then a quick 15 minute ride to the office. Although I am up at 3 Am every morning and out the door by 5:30-5:45. We have spent the last year remodeling and have only just begun to enjoy the house because it was finished in the last month. Leo is great and a wonderful husband. He has had some back issues and has been out on disability since September and has shoulder surgery scheduled in February, so probably won't be back to work until May or June. My health is doing well, although I am way overdue for seeing the doctor myself. One of my goals for 2013.



Would love to hear more about how you are doing and what's happening in your life. I am just not a Facebook kind of guy unfortunately. I spent way too much time on the computer at work and don't want the intrusion or invasion of privacy. Leo logs in intermittently and gives me updates. I miss having the chance to chat with you. I respect the fact that you have chosen a different path and that is your passion. As someone who strongly believes in following your heart and your passion I am extremely proud of you. I continue to hope and pray for your happiness and safety and to get a break now and then. I love you and miss you very much, my dear brother. I hope the New Year brings you what you want in all areas of your life. Drop me a line when you get a chance.



Love,

Michael



J. Michael Berry, MD

Clinical Professor of MedicineDivision of Hematology OncologyAssociate Director HPV-Related Clinical StudiesUniversity of California San FranciscoBox 16991600 Divisadero Street Room A740San Francisco, CA 94115

NEWS FLASH - THE STAR OF THE "MURPHY SHOW" IN JAIL!!!

This just in in the newsroom. There are confirmed reports that the star of the YouTube T.V. show "Murphy Show", Murphy, has been jailed :O (He's not a has been, he's a GD wanna BE!!) Charged with 1 UNKNOWN count of 999999. (If it's unknown then how do "they" know he did it? duuuuuhhh, gee Wally, I don't know) You can visit Murphy in jail kinda, sorta, not really, if you click **THIS**
I guess poor widdle Murphys won't be home for Christ, ha ha ho ho, mas!!...O.K. let me digress while the culprit sits in jail, I HOPE HE ROTS IN THERE, HOW COULD HE DO SUCH A THING AS AN UNKNOWN 9999999999. I told him before I left for work this morning to stay OUT of trouble!!! But did that boy listen? NOOOOOOO!! He never does. Well, let's look on the bright side, at least he'll get a FULL hose down with soap when he gets into jail town and come out smelling purdy with lostsa money.

Mary, (I won't be home for) Christmas!!! I've got to visit Murphy in jail now!!! DAMN!! That boy!!

                                                                


P.S.
2 more days until the END OF THE WORLD!!!! I'm SOOOOO SCARED !!! BTW, What TIME is the EOTW starting? I sure as hell don't want to be late, I wouldn't miss that show for the WORLD!!!!

Until we never meet again,
your pathetic, poetic drummer that can't sell a newspaper to save his life!!! Oh no, don't cry, the way I look at it, I only gots 2 more days of work. This thing better happen or I'm gonna piss on Murphy!!!

Christmas Special Poem - "No Snow Christmas"

Hello to all of you who I don't know, at least I don't think I know but who knows? I just wrote a new poem, Imagine that (John Lennon Tribute) and yes, that is why I call myself the poetic drummer because I write poems and I play the drums ;) Any who, I just wrote it in front of the Key West library and submitted it to the Weekly newspaper here in the fabulous Florida Keys because they are having a Christmas poem contest and 1st place wins a 8 gigabyte, yes you heard right, an 8 gigabyte iPod nano and for the love of music I need it and this newspaper hooker, I mean hawker job is NOT paying the bills, not that I have any anyway but if I did, I surely would be homeless!!! Oh wait a minute, I almost forgot, I am homeless. O.K. enough with da bullshit, lets get on to duh business at hand with a poem I wrote with my right hand. Sorry that was stupid but it was the first thing that came to mind and I'm almost out of time at the library which did I mention I wrote in front of the library in 5 minutes!! I mean, it won't save the impending end of the world but I do hope you'll get to read it before December 21st. Sad to think that this just might be, (sniff, sniff) MY LAST POEM!!!! Merry Christmas and Happy World Ending. See you on the other side--------------->-------------------------->-----------------------;)

NO SNOW CHRISTMAS

ALTHOUGH I KNOW

WE WON'T HAVE SNOW

THIS CHRISTMAS EVE

I STILL BELIEVE

THAT SANTA WILL BRING

A GIFT FOR ME

UNDERNEATH

THE PALM TREE

AS I SLEEP

ON THE BEACH

WITH VISIONS AND DREAMS

OF

WORLD PEACE

The debut of duh "Murphy Show" on YouTube channel MurphyShow

Yes that is right. I have my homeless buddy up and running on the World Wide Web. He has his own YouTube channel called MurphyShow. I've just uploaded a few videos for you to check out. My favorite one..so far, is the one I entitled, "Byte Me". We had a lot of fun. I just wanted to point out, just in case you thought differently, that I am NOT making fun of Murphy, I am having fun with Murphy. I hope you enjoy the videos and there are sure to be more in the future. As long as I don't lose my mp3 player/camera.
See you in YouTube land. And remember kids, have fun and don't hurt no one.

                     The "star" of duh Murphy Show - MURPHY                                                             

Thanksgiving Special - Thankful

I wrote this poem this morning while I was selling newspapers like a hooker on the corner of Desperate and Pathetic.



THANKFUL



THANKFUL

FOR THE FOOD I EAT

THANKFUL

FOR THE BED I SLEEP

THANKFUL

FOR THE LORD

MY SOUL TO KEEP

THANKFUL

FOR THE SEEDS

TO SOW AND REAP

THANKFUL

FOR THE FAITH

I LEAP

THANKFUL

FOR THE GIFTS

PRESENTED TO ME

THANKFUL

FOR MY PARENTS

RESTING IN PEACE

THANKFUL

FOR EVERYONE I MEET

EXCEPT THOSE WHO THINK

THEIR SHIT DON'T STINK

THANKFUL

FOR THE PEOPLE AND THINGS

THAT MAKE THIS WORLD

A BETTER PLACE

THANKFUL

FOR THE BIRDS

WHO COME TO FEED

THANKFUL

FOR MY FEETS

SO I CAN GO-GO

IN THE STREETS

THANKFUL

FOR LIVING IN A COUNTRY

THAT IS FREE

THANKFUL

FOR THE MEN AND WOMEN

WHO MAKE IT BE

THANKFUL

FOR THE HIGHER POWER

FOR WHOM

MAKES IT

ALL POSSIBLE

THANKFUL

FOR YOU

TO LOOK AND SEE

THE WORDS I WRITE

ON THE PAGES

IN BETWEEN



Happy Thanksgiving Everybody!!

Cherish the ones you love.

And if you don't have anyone to love, love yourself! (and I don't mean masturbate, although that's o.k. to do, in the privacy of your home, of course)

If you lost a love, remember the good times you had and move on!

Life's too short to dwell on the past.

Be thankful for what you have     Written by: Kevin Dale Sanders - November 20th, 2012

Trick Or Treat.. Happy Birthday To Me

Hello, my birthday is tomorrow as of this writing and I wrote a little poem to celebrate.

TRICK OR TREAT

I can't believe

I will be

forty-three

on Halloween

Happy Birthday

To me

The END

I told you it was a little poem. That's all I got. Thank you in advance for all the well wishes for my birthday.

My wishlist is to wish you all the best along with a Mac laptop, PS VITA w/ MLB12, an iPod, a smartphone (one that is smarter than I am), all the DVDs listed on my blog and a condo on Miami Beach.

Happy Halloween and stay safe!

poeticdrummer

Got a Job Working The Corner....Again!!

I am not a hooker!! But I know how it feels to be one,... somewhat. I am now a hawker for the Key West Citizen. The first question you may ask yourself is, What is a hawker? Well the definition and what the Key West Citizen told me was, it is: A person who sells newspapers on a street corner to make 50% of the sales. Each paper Monday - Saturday is only .50 cents. Tips not included but definitely appreciated. I have adopted the corner of 1st & N. Roosevelt in Key West. I'm on the corner where the Shell station is. I sold a whopping 5 papers today out of 25. I need more sales in order to survive. So if you are in the area around 7am-ish to 9:45 ish come by and buy a paper from me!! Drive safe and I'll see you in the streets. Thanks for your support and tips are greatly appreciated!!!

Your friendly neighborhood newspaper selling,
poeticdrummer

No Job, No Home

Hello, it's me again. ...Last time I wrote, I was looking for a job and I have yet to find one. I am going through a little depression of desperation and uncertainty. I know money isn't everything but when you don't have it and don't know when you will get it, it can bring you down a dark road with nowhere to turn to. As I am writing this I have conjured up some new hope and focusing on making money online (again). Reading books at the library, trying to find the correct way on how to make money online. I have tried the easy way from listening to the gurus that try to sell you something that doesn't work and it is very frustrating and in furiating when your hopes are up and it doesn't work. My plan is to learn as much as I can without spending a dime, that I don't have, to make a buck and hopefully a living. I know in order to support my happy in life habits, I need to get a "real" world job in order to sustain until my "cyber" world business takes off.... I just read a book called "Thank you for firing me" that was inspiring and got me out of my depression funk and my 3 day drunk. Thank you Kitty "One More" Martini and Candice "Good" Reed, the authors of the book....Yes I am drinking again. I figured I will drink when I want and quit when I want. You only live once.... I did escape a marchman act from the local cops but my buddy, Murphy, who had money, managed to get 2 marchman acts within 3 days. Better than jail but he did lose his bike and his money. And we both lost our I.D.'s in the maylay. His was expired so the cops took it away, however, mine was still valid. I don't remember but it seems weird how I still have my library card, food stamp card and ATM card which was all with my I.D. card but my I.D. is missing and I don't carry a wallet. I checked the Key West P.D. property office and it wasn't there.......In other homeless news, I was kicked out of K.O.T.S., the local homeless shelter for 2 weeks because Murphy brought in a bottle of Gatorade filled with Vodka and proceeded to throw it in my lap as one of the monitors watched and asked ME what was in the bottle and I replied "I have no idea" as I handed the bottle to the monitor to smell the contents, he exclaimed to ME, "You're outta here" to my disbelief and my rebuttal of, "It isn't mine!" didn't win the case. So I got up pissed and exclaimed, "I'll see you in the grave!!!" and left to find a spot on the street to sleep... O.K....I'm getting sleepy typing and I need to find a job, so it's time for me to go. Don't be afraid to email me at poeticdrummer@gmail.com if you know of a job in the Key West area or hell, anywhere for that matter if you're willing to put up a unemployed broke bum, I promise I won't drink on the job, I only drink when I'm off work, bored, depressed, happy or sad but NEVER on the job unless of course, the job requires me to drink then I would certainly oblige. I have been sober for 3 days. I've also been a road manager for a band, a drummer in 4 bands, the Statue of Liberty and a partridge in a pear tree.... and last but not least, I was born on HALLOWEEN!!!!




Have fun and don't work too hard,

Your unemployed pathetic, I mean, poetic drummer

Hospitalization Vacation

This past week I was hospitalized. The first time since I was in the hospital for a broken femur back in 1982 at Fisherman's Hospital. This time I was at Lower Keys Medical Center in Key West for about 12 days. I went to the emergency room after coughing uncontrollable, running a fever and at times spitting up blood. After five days of this, I came to the conclusion that something was wrong. They took chest X-rays and found a spot on top of my right lung and admitted me into the hospital. At first, they thought I had tuberculosis and after 5 days of blood test they found the TB test to be negative then after that I went on to do a pet scan and then a biopsy which involved a needle through my chest to get a sample of the spot on my lung. They didn't put me under but they gave me a sedative and numbed the area of my chest where the needle was going to go into. I hate needles with a passion especially the IV that nobody seems to be able to get started on the first try and I have been told by many nurses including my mother that I have great veins. With the IV, needle in the chest and the daily 4 o'clock in the morning wake up call to get blood samples, I felt like a friggin pin cushion. Other than that, the nurses were nice, the food was decent, I had a room and T.V. to myself because I was in isolation because they thought I might have TB. It was nice while it lasted but I had a sense/feeling that they like to move people along as quickly as possible when they don't have insurance and especially if you are homeless. Just my gut feeling I get from some people, not everybody. Hell, I'm homeless and I can't stand 90% of them either. Most are lazy, inconsiderate, only give a fuck about themselves, greedy, dirty, smelly, that just get drunk everyday and wait for their check in the mail. That is their whole existence, day in, day out. They don't do anything different and I always say, "And they wonder why they are homeless". I wouldn't want to live with them or put up with their bullshit. Anyway, I need a J.O.B. I don't have the luxury of calling mommy or daddy or waiting for the government to send me a check in the mail. I HAVE to work in order to survive and unfortunately for the time being, I have to deal with the smelly idiots staying at K.O.T.S. I will get out of there as soon as I have some money saved up.




As luck and perfect timing would have it, the hospital gave me a prescription for antibiotics and discharged me. The next day I was scheduled to be at a OSHA training session in order to get a job with the road construction going on in Key West, expected to last at least 2 years. I made it to the class, finished the 12 hour training and now I am qualified to work construction sites under OSHA standards and hopefully get a job as I have no more income from unemployment... I am still sober!! Amazing, I haven't had a drink in a month. Give me a chip, damn it!! I tried to quit smoking since I had a 12 day head start staying at the hospital. They gave me nicotine patches and weaned me down from 21 mg to 7 mg by the time I got out but after that first day of class it was all I could think about and I had a pack of cigarettes in my bag and I started smoking again but let's tackle one addiction at a time, shall we. I don't have a craving for a beer or any alcohol but that nicotine is a killer. Until the next diabolical adventure, remember, regardless of how much gold, silver, diamonds or money in the bank you may have,.... if you don't have your health, you have nothing !!!

DETOX and the Wagon

Hello,


I am clear headed and ready to get shit done now. I just got out of detox up in Marathon. I spent 6 days at the Guidance Clinic, while there, I also took a ride to Fisherman's Hospital in the ambulance. I came down with a fever, had low blood pressure and a rapid pulse rate. When I got to the hospital they found out I had a slight case of bronchitis. So through an IV, they gave me antibiotics. I was in the emergency room for about 8 hours then the nurse woke me up and told me my ride back to the detox clinic was there.

When I first went to the guidance clinic detox, I admitted myself because I was tired of drinking. I wasn't having any fun anymore. I was in Marathon and I would get a 4 pack, drink 2 beers, fall asleep, wake up, drink the other 2 beers, go to the store, get another 4 pack and repeat the boring cycle. My unemployment has run out so now I really have to look for a job. So I decided to clean myself up and start looking and get a friggin cell phone which I have been telling myself I was going to get but never did because I was too busy, fucked up, drinking and procrastinated and never got around to it. So I have put myself on the wagon to get my life back in order and to get a fucking JOB!!! Great thing is, is that I don't have a craving for alcohol, in fact, the thought of drinking a beer or Vodka makes me sick to my stomach. So it's easy to be on the wagon, for now. Who knows what the future holds?



I am back in Key West staying at KOTS which has thinned out because of people getting kicked out for doing stupid shit or getting busted and thrown in jail by the cops which is another reason why I quit drinking. I got tired of worrying and constantly looking over my shoulder for cops to escape from either being busted for open container, trespassing and/or sleeping where I shouldn't be sleeping. So that is a big relief in itself. Apparently they are more lenient on open container in Marathon but I did have a deputy there tell me I couldn't sleep in the park. Which I thought was odd.



So now I'm on the job hunt, ..seriously! After I get a job, I need to get the fuck out of KOTS and get a cheap, little efficiency. They have OSHA training coming up for construction in Key West so I should be able to make that training this weekend and be certified, at least, for a future job on road construction. I'm hopeful and grateful that I have a clear mind and that I am ready to improve my life. Cause this same old shit, is getting OLD!!! Hooray for AA !!!! We'll take it one day at a time and see what happens as the future unfolds. I'm also back to writing my book of memories so I am moving forward and I will not celebrate until I finish my goals. Get a job, get an apartment and finish writing my book!!! THEN I MIGHT, have a beer, maybe not, I don't know what the future holds. Right now I feel pretty good, better than when I was drinking, that's for sure. I used to wake up at the bus stop or park bench and the first thing that came to mind was to get a beer so I could feel alright and just end up drinking all day getting nothing done. What a pathetic existence. That's not living. Now I feel I have another running start and chance. Thank you to the Guidance clinic, they do good work there. I highly recommend them if you want to quit drinking and they even have smoke breaks!!! So you don't have to quit smoking. One habit at a time!!! Bye for now. Stay safe and remember to always have fun because you only live once. There are no second chances after death!!

A FEW WORDS I HAD IN MY HEAD BEFORE I GO...........

I'M SORRY

I MEANT TO CALL

BUT I FELL ASLEEP

ON A TELEPHONE POLE

ONE TWO

MANY BEERS

THREE FOUR

WHERE'S THE DOOR

FIVE SIX

I LOST MY STICKS

SEVEN EIGHT

I MIGHT BE LATE

NINE TEN

WHERE DO I BEGIN

KNOCK KNOCK

ARE YOU HOME

I LOST THE ONE

I USED TO CALL

MY OWN

I TOOK

THE FALL

IN A SEA

OF ALCOHOL

I would like to thank Natural Ice, Keystone Ice and any cheap ass Vodka for helping me ruin my life. No, it is not your fault. You didn't jump out of the store and pour yourself down my throat. I found you and paid good money, usually my last dime to capture and hide you. You and I did a pretty good job but I'm sorry, you're fired, I don't need you anymore. It's time for you and me to part ways and move on!! *sniff* *sniff*  Breaking up is soooo hard to do. To da loo......don't worry some other sucker will pick you up, I guarantee it!!

Miami Beach Poems- Incomplete

7-2-12




TAKE IT AWAY

GIVE IT AWAY

BEFORE THEY STEAL IT AWAY

AS FAR AS I CAN GO



NO PLACE LEFT

THEY TRY TO TAKE

ME TO A NEW LOW PLACE



I'VE NEVER BEEN BEFORE



GIVE ME STRENGTH

GIVE ME WISDOM

TAKE THE WORDS

I SPEAK



JUST A LOSER

YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME

YOU STAND ON

YOUR OWN TWO FEET

BETTER THAN ME

YOU HAVE A ROOM TO SLEEP

EAT A LOBSTER AND STEAK

BETTER THAN ME

TO YOUR EVERY COMMAND

HOW COULD I EVER THINK



DON'T SLEEP ON THE BEACH

AWAKE FROM A DREAM

YOU THOUGHT WOULD COME TRUE

ANOTHER LOST THOUGHT

WITHOUT A CLUE



BETWEEN THE BLADES OF GRASS

THAT WAIT



I THOUGHT YOU WERE MORE

THAN I BELIEVED

I KNOW ENOUGH TO SAVE THE WORLD



7-3-12



DO I BASE MY SUCCESS

ON WHAT THEY HAVE ALREADY SAID

MEASUREMENT TAPE

TO GAUGE

WHAT SOCIETY TOLD ME

WHERE I SHOULD BE



I HAVE TO DIE TO ESCAPE

JUDGEMENT DAY



WE ALL END UP

IN THE FINAL RESTING PLACE



7-3-12



FEELING LOW

NOWHERE ELSE TO GO



DON'T FEEL PITY FOR MY THOUGHTS



DON'T HAVE A PENNY

FOR THE COST



THE LEAVES BLOW DOWN THE ROAD

JUST LIKE ME

WITHOUT A CARE IN THE WORLD



MY MUSIC STAYS ALIVE

GIVES ME ANOTHER CHANCE

TO SURVIVE



IT MUST BECOME DARK

TO BE THANKFUL

FOR THE LIGHT



BEFORE I FORGET, MY NOTEBOOK WAS STOLEN, THIS IS WHAT I WROTE THAT I CAN REMEMBER......



TYPICAL NIGGA

LOVES WATERMELON AND CHICKEN

LIKE A MEXICAN

LIKES RICE AND BEANS

LIKE CHINESE

LIKE

CHICKEN CHOW MIEN



UNDER GOD'S WING



BIGGA FIGGA NIGGA

I CAN'T REMEMBER



MY EYES BLIND

FROM THE TEARS

I CRY

I TRY

TO BLOCK OUT THE TEARS



THE PAIN TO ESCAPE

THE RAIN

AFRAID TO DIE



HEAVEN IS A PLACE

I CAN'T WAIT TO SLEEP

WAKE UP TO A FAMILY

I HAVEN'T SEEN

Marchman Act/ Nude Beach/ Arrested in Miami

It's been a wild and interesting week, to say the least. I fell asleep on the seawall/bike path in Key West. I awoke to 2 Key West police officers. They asked me if I wanted to go to jail or get Marchman Acted and I replied, "I'll take Marchman for two hundred Alex". So I got to the lovely Monroe County jail, conveniently located next to KOTS, BTW, and once inside the facility, the cop on watch asked me if I wanted help and I said , "Yeah, I want help" About an hour later, they told me it's time to go, I got into a car with 2 people with cages on the window and a pillow in the back seat. I fell asleep not knowing exactly where I was going. I woke up at the Guidance Clinic in Marathon, a place I have been to once before. They checked me in and I stayed there for 3 days. I was willing to quit drinking. I was looking for long term rehab, hoping they could find me a place to go. There were already 2 people in there waiting for a space for long term rehab. One was there for 3 weeks. So I figured I would inquire about long term rehab after the detox like they were waiting for. But the counselor basically wanted to send me back to KOTS which I didn't understand. That wasn't going to change my ways and I thought (wrong) since the other 2 people were waiting for rehab beds, I could too. There were plenty of beds and space available at the Guidance Clinic. But they just sent me on my merry way. I knew if I left the detox without going directly to a rehab facility that I would go to the first store I see and buy beer. Period. And that's exactly what I did. I decided to make my way back up to Miami Beach.




I heard there was a clothing optional place at Haulover Beach, north of south beach, I took the bus to check it out. I was scared to take my shorts off at first then after a few liquid courage beers, I actually got naked. Which was a freeing experience and apparently legal. The crowd was 97% guys which was not comforting. I continue not to be gay, which there is nothing wrong about being gay, hell my brother is, but I just don't roll that way. But I have to tell you it was a swinging dick, sausage fest. I managed to find a couple of hot chicks to sit around. I rather have chicks look at me than guys. I guess it's just my straight side. These girls, I would guess, were strippers. They were hot and naked. One had both her nipples pierce and the other one had tattoos and both smoking bodies.



After that, I usually sleep in the park between Ocean Drive and the beach, some call it Lummus Park and I never had a problem with cops there. They would come by about 6 AM on their ATV's and just tell me to get up. But on this particular night, I had a cop shine his flashlight in my eyes. I ignored it and acted like nothing was wrong. I've had it done before with no problem. But they walked up to me and asked me for my ID. I gave it to the cop. I had been drinking Keystone Ice that I put into a bottle which was a fruit/vegetable 46 oz bottle that had a label which covers up any color of liquid that it contains. The cop told me to put my hands on the palm tree and I heard them rustling around inside my bag. I knew I was busted. After 10 mins, the cop put the handcuffs on behind my back. I was thrown into Miami Beach jail. Holding cell freezing cold. Then I was transported to downtown Miami via a claustepohbic van from Miami Beach with 5 people next to me. That was the worst part of the whole escapade. A picnic bench with enough room to put your feet and that was it. The Cuban guy next to me started to freak out and I just closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. We finally got to the hell hole after a long booking process they put us in a holding  hot as hell cell sweating with 40 other motherfuckers that had 2 mice and a few cockroaches. They would feed us some sweaty ass green baloney that I wouldn't eat so I fed it to the mice that came running out of the hole. One of the brothas' saw me do it and gave me shit. I laughed and he said why you still laughing? I put on my serious face. The guy before me was an old Jamaican black dude that could barely walk and they took his cane from him. He was in for panhandling and he had 700 dollars in 7 crisp one hundred bills in his property check in. Un fuckin believable. By the time court came, which since I was booked after midnight I had to wait another day to see the judge which meant more time in the holding hell hole with all these other mother fuckers. I finally got to the 2 floor and was fed a real meal which consisted of a chicken fried steak and mashed potatoes, still a far cry from sweaty green baloney and cheese. I went to sleep and woke up to court call. When I went to court, it was a very long, hurry up and wait process. When my name was finally called, I didn't even make it up to the podium and the judge said, "Kevin Sanders, drinking in public, case dismissed" After I FINALLY got my property ie. ATM card ID, it took 2 hours after being released out of jail. I took the bus back to my hometown of Marathon, where you can drink in public, back to square one.
The Miami Beach police told me not to come back for 2 weeks as they were doing a sweep on Miami Beach.











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Hard Time on the 4th of July

Hello,
I will try and keep this short and sweet. I don't get my unemployment check until probably after the 4th and I anm currently broke and the homeless help center here in Miami Beach has been nothing but helpless. There are no beds available in Miami right now, which I don't have a problem with. I have a blanket and the cops have been cool with me sleeping in the park thus far. But I currently have 1.08 in my checking account and I need some help. I am not good at and can't bring myself to ask people on the street for money. I guess it's shame or pride or both, I don't know. But I do have a Wells Fargo checking account (Acct # 6658497117 ) that people can put money into to help me out until I get paid. I can even pay you back. But right now I have limited access to the computer and no current phone so I figured without anything else left to lose I would ask (sheepishly) online to see if anyone could help with just a couple of bucks for food and other stuff like bus fare. Anyway, this is no B.S. and email me what you want in return and I will do what I can at the moment. Thank you in advance, God bless you and Happy 4th of July!!

Catch 22 / Happy Father's Day

I'm still in Miami Beach. I thought I would have to go back to Key West in order to get my I.D. But as a stroke of rare luck happened, I didn't have to. The homeless helping place, which is not much help FINALLY saw me in park where I sleep and verified that I was homeless. They told me that there were no beds currently available, how convenient, and I told them my number one main concern was getting my identification and they said they could help me with that and told me to report to their office 555 17th St. to do an evaluation and intake (paperwork). So I went into the office the next day thinking they would get me an I.D. either that day or maybe the next. I was excited because I had received my unemployment check direct deposited into my checking account, my problem was, the catch 22, is I had to have I.D. in order to get money from the bank as I didn't have my ATM card. After my evaluation questionnaire, I waited out in the waiting room anticipating on getting my I.D. and the lady comes out and hands me a card with an appointment date of June 28th, 2012 and this was June 8th. They expected me to wait 20 days in order to get my I.D.!! Christ, I would starve to death before that happened!! And of course, that was their final answer and there is nothing more they could do. So I took the card and left disappointed and began to see what kind of options I had in order to get my I.D. sooner or get money out of the bank so I could pay for my bus fare and I.D. myself. I had money, I just could get to it. I have an acquaintance from K.O.T.S. in Key West who is staying in Miami Beach, Lefty, the one arm bandit, I mentioned him previously. I was searching the Wells Fargo website to see about ways to get money without an I.D. or ATM card and I came across a way to transfer money into a Bank Of America account from my Wells Fargo account and wooten you know it, Lefty had a Bank Of America account. So I had to walk from 22 St to 9th street to see if Lefty would be willing to let me transfer money into his account via the computer and then he could take the money out with his ATM card and I would pay him 10 bucks just to do that and he agreed. I thought, all I need is his account number, he had no problem with that and so he stayed at his shelter place while I walked back to the library to do the transaction. Of course, it was not that easy, I was having trouble doing the transfer. The computer wanted Lefty's mobile phone number or email address in which I had neither, so I called the bank and they informed me that that was the only way you could do a transfer to a Bank of America account. So frustrated, I ran (walked real fast) back to Lefty's place to get his cell phone number. I had to make it back to the library before it closed at 6pm. Lefty finally comes down from his room and I asked him for his cell phone number and he told me he didn't have a cell phone. But he did have one about a week ago because he gave Billy his cell number, I was there. I guess he was lying for some reason because after the fact he had a cell phone in the park the day after this incident. I guess he didn't want to make 10 bucks, I don't know or the phone is hot or something, whatever, it worked out. I went into Wells Fargo the next morning and explained my situation about losing my I.D. and ATM card and asked the lady if there was a way to verify who I am and thankfully there was a way. They just had to ask me a few questions that I should know the answers to and I got them all RIGHT!! So the teller gave me my money from my bank account and I went to the DMV to see if I could get an I.D. without a birth certificate. I mean what the hell, I was on a roll, let's push the envelope. And guess what? I got an I.D. without a birth certificate or anything. I just had to pay 25.00 dollars for the I.D. replacement card and wait for about 3 hours. Now how did I do that, you ask? Things that make you go hmmmmmm....Well apparently the powers that be at the Florida DMV came up with the amazing idea of storing your driver's license with picture and all in the wonderful world of computer technology so that when one does lose his or her license or I.D. your information and identifying picture is stored on the computer for future reference therefore eliminating the need for a birth certificate. Slowly but surely I am regaining all that I have lost. I now have a photo I.D. which help me get my food stamp card from the post office and I got a temporary ATM card and my social security card is on the way. Next step is to get a phone then some shelter (the shelters have been full in the Miami area) then get a J.O.B. I must say the Miami Beach cops have been very cool about people sleeping in the park, they just drive by on their ATV's and tell you you have to get up which is about 6 AM. It doesn't look good for the tourist to see people sleeping for free in the park while they pay ridiculous amounts of money for a hotel room although they do get amenities we homeless do not receive which would be a shower, toilet, T.V., room service or a dry place to sleep if it rains. O.K. enough of that rant..... I've been doing some research at the Main Library because they have telephone directories dating back as far as the 50's in which I was able to find a listing from 1969 for a golf driving range that apparently my father owned called Fred Sanders Driving Range which is at 1750 N.W. 28th Street in Miami. I'm no Sherlock Holmes but I put a few things together to determine my findings to be true and correct, to the best of my knowledge, of course. For one, my father's name was William Fred Sanders ( I also found out the date he died which was on October 10, 1970) For two, I remember my brother telling me that my father won the award for "Longest Drive of the South" in golf. I actually took the bus to that address and it looks like it was a driving range over 40 years ago, as it is now a huge open park with a baseball field included. While were on the subject and my memory still serves me correctly, I remember my mother telling me that professional golfer, Doug Sanders, is a cousin of mine, I don't know how distant. I actually somehow contacted his daughter through email and mention this mystery and she replied that he doesn't remember any connection due to his age......Happy Father's Day to all the Dads, I never got a chance to meet mine as he died from a gunshot trying to get into a cousin's house here in Miami when I was almost a year old, sorry I don't know much of the details. All I know from what my brother told me, the court deemed it a justified homicide. So please do not take your father for granted and cherish him everyday as I wish I had a chance but I never will get back my biological father. Fortunately, my mother remarried when I was 5 years old to a good man (tough as nails) and a great step father, Donald "Doc" MacDonald who past away in 2003. R.I.P......On a brighter note, I created yet another Twitter account in recognition of my new digs on the street in Miami Beach follow me @MiamiBeachBitch

Waiting For The "Green" People

I am still waiting for the "green" people. They are the ones with green shirts on that go out on the street and "verify" that you are homeless. You have to tell them where about you sleep in which I have. My main concern is getting my I.D. but they have informed me that I still have to go through this process and I have been communicating with the director of the homeless help here in Miami Beach via email and she wrote me yesterday saying that they went looking for me at my spot and couldn't find me and that is because I was at the library. The library is on 22nd and Collins and I stay at the park on 13th and Ocean Drive. So today I made it a point to hang out and mostly sleep in my homeless area but to no avail as no "green" people showed up. I awoke to 2 teen age kids who offered me some Lucky Charms cereal in a bag without the marsh mellows which I thought was kinda of odd but I thanked them and accepted the offer. They took off advising me to keep my head up which I thought was very cool and rare coming from teenagers. Not all but most teenagers are usually self centered, know it alls who only care about what they can get or what they have. After waking up from my 3 hour nap, I headed for the park rest room to do what I had to do and on my way there a Miami Beach policeman on a bicycle rides by me and says, "Hey, what's in the bag?" And I pulled it out from underneath my arm to show him and he said, "Oh, it's cereal" And I said, "Yeah" and then he told me he didn't want to see me in the park again. Which perplexed me and made me wonder why? Like I did something wrong and I had just been sleeping the whole time in the park. Anyway, the evening before was amazing. I went out on the beach to drink a beer after drumming up some money at Washington and Lincoln Road, this time I made 7 dollars. While on the beach, this black lady probably in her early 30's, waves to me from a distance and I turn to see if see was waving to somebody else and it was me, so I waved back and she came over and said she was bored and if I wouldn't mind if she sat down and I said, please have a seat and she asked me if I drank and I said I'm drinking a beer right now and she offered me some P. Diddy water aka Ciroc Vodka and I took a swig and man was that smooth coconut flavored, I didn't even need a chaser as opposed to the rock gut cheap ass shit Vodka I'm used to drinking. So we got to talking and she told me she was down on vacation from Atlanta waiting for her boyfriend to come into town on Wednesday and I explained I was born in Miami and raised in Marathon in the Florida Keys and I was currently homeless looking for the "green" people to help me get my I.D. I don't throw my situation out there seeking pity or anything like that, I'm just straight up and honest and she was actually accepting and sympathetic of the fact which I thought was cool and refreshing after dealing with people that look down on you and look at you funny. Again,not EVERYBODY is a mean, self centered, egotistical, head up their asshole idiot but they are out there. But this lady was so down to Earth and noticed that I was too and so we hit it off. I had told her I lost everything even the shirt off my back, literally. All I have is a black sweater hoody jacket, long camouflage pants, a pair of Nike sneakers and ONE sock, I lost the other one. I'm glad my ass is attached to me, otherwise,I'd probably end up losing that. I still have my mind, I think. After she heard that pathetic story, she handed me a 20 dollar bill, I was shocked and thankful. We continued to shoot the shit about life and how we couldn't understand why people look down on other people when we are all human beings but some people think they are better than others. I had mentioned how I loved music and music was my life and how I missed the radio I had lost (I wasn't fishing!) and she asked where can we get the radio and I told her Walgreens has them and she said, "O.K. we going to Walgreens and getting you another radio!" I said, "No, I can't let you do that" She said, "Nope, we gettin you a radio, where is Walgreens at?" and we proceeded to walk to Walgreens and she bought me the radio for 25 bucks. I felt so guilty but yet so blessed and grateful, I wanted it so bad that I was planning on stealing it. But they had a lock on it and I don't like stealing. I walked her back to her hotel and gave her a hug and thanked her so much. She said she was going to clean up and that she would be back out but I haven't seen her again. We both still don't know each other's name. But we both know it was an act of GOD and fate that we met. It's a beautiful thing that gives me hope and belief that things will get better in time. Meanwhile, I found out my road dog Billy has been arrested for consuming alcohol in public you can check it out at www.whosarrested.com under William Howard, I haven't seen him since. If I don't see the "green" people tonight, I feel I need to go back to Key West to get my I.D. while I still have a few bucks to make it there on the bus. Murphy hopefully stays out of jail and I can find him in Key West, he will be able to help me. Until the next move, I will let you know of my whereabouts and latest happenings. Remember to have fun as you only live once..Peace Out

Reach For Miami Beach

Been staying in downtown Miami for about a week now with Billy, sleeping under the Park West Metro mover station and it's actually been working out pretty good, the cops just drive by and the Metro security cops just walk by and don't say anything, very contrary to the Key West P.D. The main problem with Miami is that in order to get shelter you have to call a 1-800 number and see if they have any beds available which they haven't and they just tell you to call back in a couple of hours and keep checking and they always say they are full. My main problem though is I lost my I.D., ATM card, Food Stamp card, Library card, my radio and I don't have a dime in my pocket. This has been one of the most trying times in my life. But I still love Miami's atmosphere and am willing to make it happen. I know once I get on my feet again, I will be able to get a job and a place to live. I haven't lost hope yet, but it has been a very challenging time. One major problem in Miami is there are very few soup kitchens and you have to jump through hoops to get food. Billy and I got fed up with dealing with the security at the door of some of these soup kitchens that we decided to walk to Miami Beach where another K.O.T.S. patron we know is staying in Miami Beach at a shelter for the disabled. His name is Lefty, he lost his left arm and he gets a check on the 3rd and we figured he could help us out until we got our food stamps that don't kick in until the 7th. So after walking across the MacArthur Causeway (about 5 miles) we found Lefty but his check didn't come in until the 3rd we were hoping it would be on the 1st. So then I researched the library about the homeless services in Miami Beach and walked down to the office on 17th St. explained my situation and they told me to tell them where I sleep at night so that the "green" people can come find me within 24 to 48 hours to verify that I am homeless in Miami Beach. Which I thought was crazy but I guess people from Miami claim to be homeless in Miami Beach for some reason, which makes no sense to me because there are no shelters, food banks or soup kitchens in the city of Miami Beach. The only thing I can think of is you can get on the list to get into a shelter quicker with less competition. There are only 2 churches that serve food on Saturday only in Miami Beach. It's ridiculous, what about the other 6 days. I have resorted to shoplifting candy bars and getting lucky and finding or having somebody give me food off the street. It is pathetic. But I can't bring myself to ask anybody for change or food. I know if I don't ask I will never get but I guess it's a pride thing I can't do it but I did come up with an idea of playing buckets on the side of the street. Just yesterday I found an old sea grape branch lying in the park and it was about the right size to break in two and make a pair of drumsticks in which I did, they were a little big but they worked. I went down to Washington and Lincoln road to play my sticks on the ground and see if I couldn't play for some change. Unbeknownst to me, they were having a grand opening for TD bank on that same corner and TD bank had 3 drummers in the street banging on a big plastic garbage can and wooden stools but I didn't let that deter me I sat down with my Styrofoam to-go food container open and put the only change I had, 3 pennies, in there, so people would know I was looking for change and sure as shit, in about 15 minutes I had made 2.50. 2 dollars from a lady and 50 cents from a black dude just by playing on the concrete ground with 2 branches off of a tree. I couldn't believe it and it gave me hope and now I am searching for a bucket and some better sticks and hope for better weather, it's been raining a lot lately. Yesterday also, somebody bought me a beer at the bus stop, I ran across the street and retrieved it from the store, sat down, opened it up, took 2 sips and a Miami Beach cop walks up and says to pour it out. So of course, I oblige and then he asked me if I was waiting for the bus and I said I was and he told me to get off of Washington Ave. He didn't even run my I.D. in which I don't have anyway but in Key West they would of gave me the third degree. I went to sleep in my parking spot and I awoke to Miami Beach police on ATV's driving by telling me I got to get up and they drove on. That is one of the beauties of living up here as opposed to living down plus Miami has some of the most beautiful women in the world I have ever seen,... anyway my time is about to run out at the Miami Beach library,  ...:0 until the next adventure.....I'm in MIAMI BEACH BITCH !!!

Miami Experience

Well,


I made it to Miami. Bye Bye Key West. I left with a friend, Scotty at 6 A.M.on Saturday morning May 19th. We took the Lower Keys shuttle from Key West to Marathon, 4 dollars. hopped on the American bus to Florida City, 2 dollars and 35 cents, took the 38 bus to the Metro rail, 2 dollars, bought an all day pass for 5 dollars and made it to South Beach by 2P.M.....PRICELESS !!! Especially because I didn't even spend a dime because I didn't have a dime. My friend Scotty paid for the whole trip but he also owed me 20 dollars that I had loaned him the week before...My friend is apparently a former Air Force Special Intellengence airman who spent 6 years with an honorable discharge. But I couldn't and still can't believe it because the minute we got to Florida City, he acted like a complete lost idiot. and he apparently has traveled the world while he was in the service. We got off the American bus and he starts asking total strangers who don't even speak English, "What bus do we have to take to go to Miami and how much does it cost and all kinds of stupid ass questions" All the while I am reading the bus stop sign that even has a map that tells you where you are going, trying to calm his ass down. That was the beginning of the end, I thought maybe after a few beers or a couple shots of Vodka he might calm down but no, he didn't. The closer we got to Miami it seemed the stupider he got. When we finally got to Metrorail in Dadeland South ( it took an hour and a half on the 38) I suggested that we buy a day pass that cost 5 dollars as opposed to paying 2 dollars for a one way ticket, he bitched and moaned about spending money. I thought, this is not starting off too good, I am completely broke and totally relient on this guy who is already freaking out before we even hit Miami. I hate being in that position and should have waited for my check to come in before leaving Key West but he offered to pay and K.O.T.S. is getting OLD and the day before Officer Abitual caught me and Murphy in front of K Mart drinking alcohol (we had our drinks in non see through cups) and asked us why he shouldn't put us in jail. And I explained that Murphy had just bought a radio and portable DVD player that I was helping set up and showing Murphy how to work his brand new toys just purchased (over 120 dollars) at the K Mart we were in front of "breaking the law".

Anyway, Officer Mitchell let us go. So we left to Stock Island. And I convinced Scotty to go to Miami that night and he agreed. While in Miami, Scotty was worried about a place to sleep that night and was scared that it was going to rain, in which it did. I figured we could get a little buzz on and find shelter somwhere on the streets.Scotty ended up leaving me after I found my buddy Billy at the Metro mover in Miami. Scotty was bitchin' and moanin' too much for me. Billy Boy is from Kentucky and can handle what ever comes his way. The difference from Miami to Key West from hearsay,is that in Miami if you get busted for an open container or trespassing you get time served, you might do 12 hours. In Key West it's 30 days, big difference!! ( Update: Murphy is back in jail, the day after I left for Miami) So it was time to go. I'm having a great time in the real world, big city of Miami. I have a couple different spots to sleep, one being across the street from the American Airlines arena where we watched the people going to and from the game when the Heat whooped the Pacers ass, like 115 - 83! Then me and Billy Boy went up to Haulover Miami beach and slept there for a couple days and the cops just drive by, they have bigger fish to fry than to worry about some homeless people sleeping in the streets.

Pomp(ous) and Circumstance / Move Over Miami

Let me start by saying, I was trespassed this morning with my buddy Mr. Coffey at the Key West Golf Course by the Monroe County Sheriff's Department. Now, I don't blame the Sheriff's Department, they are just doing their job and they were very polite and respectful. The last name of the lead deputy was Miranda (Rights, get it?), which I meant to mention to him that that was a cool last name being a deputy. Anyway, I am and have been disgusted with these pompous, think they are better than everybody else, idiots that have nothing better to do than call the cops if they see a homeless, vagrant, bum in proscenium of their presence, minding their own business, meaning the homeless vagrant bum, yes, drinking a beer, like they're not drinking or taking pills or whatever, critical hypocrites. We weren't loud or disturbing the peace, just drinking a beer in the shade of trees which happen to be about 10 feet away from the golf course fence. Now I know, there are blatant loud, obnoxious idiots are homeless who throw beer cans on the ground when there is a garbage can 2 feet away. I always say, "No wonder these inconsiderate mother fuckers are homeless!!!" Believe me, I've seen it AND I have to live with some of these stupid asses at K.O.T.S. I can understand why some people hate the homeless !!There are some lazy, disrespectful, pieces of shit, that don't even deserve to breathe on earth. Maybe harsh, but I have to live with these inconsiderate assholes and see it everyday and can't escape while I am staying at K.O.T.S. Hence, my great escape plan to move to Miami..... I'm tired of running from the cops in Key West and I challenge anyone to find a spot in Key West that is NOT trespassing. That being said, my buddy, newly adopted father, Murphy was busted and arrested for drinking in public last week at Bay View park, courtesy of the tennis "pro" who tattle told on him. I luckily saw what was going down, warned Murphy to move as he denied to heed, I moved without opening and leaving my beer in the bag, escaping the crime scene and eluded the silver bracelets and the long arm of the law and had to subsequently pedal Murphy's bike back to K.O.T.S. because the cops wouldn't take it.... Again, we weren't being loud or obnoxious but the pompous tennis "pro" went out of his way to call the cops and actually, had his son call while he was giving a lesson.... Devil's advocate, yes, we should not drink in public but now we homeless can't even go into Stick and Stein, a bar, a.k.a. Bitch and Whine with our backpacks on because some STUPID FUCK went in with a bottle in his back pack and was drinking from it, NOW we ALL have to suffer because of that idiot... Now before you jump to conclusions and your judgemental mind goes into overload, to me, we are all human beings, regardless if you have a million dollars in the bank or a penny in your pocket. Yes, there are assholes but that is with every form of society you can think of, rich or poor. Why do people have to look down on the less fortunate? I don't understand. If you are rich and you know it, clap your hands and move on!! How can you be so worried about some homeless bum on the street? Don't you have bills to pay and worry about paying the rent? 401(k) to think about? Your misconceived notions have me baffled. I know most of you are ignorant, not ALL but MOST, if you don't know about something, you want to squash it and hope it goes away. The fear of the unknown is a scary thing but it would do ALL of us good to learn more about OUR (Mine and Yours) concerns than to ignore reality....Before I move to Miami, I wrote a little going away ditty....




MOVE ON MIAMI



EPIPHANY

TO GO BACK TO MIAMI



LEAVE THE IDIOTS

IN THE STREETS

OF KEY WEST



I THOUGHT MY DREAM

WOULD BE FULFILLED

AT BEST



I GUESS

I WAS WRONG AGAIN



BUT I MUST

STILL FIGHT

AND CARRY ON

MY PLIGHT

WHAT WOULD I DO

OTHERWISE



NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE

MY SAME EXCUSE

THAT WILL FRUITATE IN

A MATTER OF TIME



RATHER BE

IN MIAMI



IT SEEMS TO HAVE

A BETTER OPPORTUNITY



THAN THE TIME

I SPENT IN

THE FLORIDA KEYS



I WRITE THESE WORDS

ON A PIECE OF

SCRAP PAPER

I CAN NOT AFFORD



SITTING WITH

THE OTHER GURUS

AT THE LIBRARY



IF IT ALL FALLS APART

TOMORROW

AT LEAST I KNOW



THE SHELTER

WILL BE THERE

FOR THE REMAINDER

OF THE YEAR



BACK TO SQUARE ONE

IF I DON'T GET TOO FAR

OUT OF GRASP



I TRIED TO SEE

THE GREENER PASTURE

ON THE OTHER SIDE



YOU'LL NEVER KNOW

UNTIL YOU TRY



I KNOW THIS

YOU WILL NEVER WIN

UNLESS

YOU THROW IN

YOUR OWN 2 CENTS



WAIT FOR ME

MIAMI

PROMISE MY BOAT

WON'T SINK



I WILL BE THERE

SOONER THAN YOU THINK



Written by me 5/10/2012 @ of course 17:10 P.M.

GOD told me to tell you and Dream another dream, this gig is over

Well, tax season is over which also means, my gig playing Statue of Liberty in the street is over and I am officially unemployed and now I can play bum again. I do a pretty good job at that but it doesn't pay anything, that's the part I need to find out how to change that scenario. If I was smart enough, I should get a street performer's license and play drums on 5 gallon buckets down tourist trap street, I mean, Duval street, that way I wouldn't have to go out and get a heaven forbid, dare I say, REAL J.O.B., it makes me itchy just thinking about the corporate nightmare. But the license isn't cheap, I heard it's about a buck fifty but I could make that back and then some, in the long run and make my own hours. I still couldn't sleep in because K.O.T.S. wakes you up at 6:30 A.M. every morning without fail and yo ass better be off the property by 7:30 A.M. or yo ass is gonna be written up per Nancy Banks, it's a scary thought. Side note: Murphy can get back into K.O.T.S. tomorrow night and my other dumb ass friend Scotty can get back in on the 24th after he got busted drinking Vodka at the hacienda de K.O.T.S. I don't understand why these stupid ass people bring alcohol into K.O.T.S. Scotty's not the only one, I always see at least one beer can or empty pint bottle in the garbage can of the bathroom every night.... I got kicked out the one and only time when I was finishing my beer which I had in a brown Arizona tea bottle outside the gate next to my bike waiting for the line to go down when Monitor asshole Cookie Monster comes out and asked me what was in my bottle I replied, "Tea" of course. He came over and smelt the beer in the bottle and said I couldn't stay at the lovely homeless shelter that night. To his credit, he only kicked me out for one night. But in my defense, I didn't bring the beer pass the fence and inside, I was trying to follow the rules. But they said, that you can can't have alcohol on the property period. I wasn't gonna argue where the property line started but I started to.

Anyway, their kicking me out of the library due to limited computer time..here's a new poem...


GOD TOLD ME TO TELL YOU

4-10-12/ADDED LYRICS 4-18-12 GOD WASN'T FINISHED YET, NOT MY FAULT, BLAME IT ON THE ALMIGHTY



CAN YOU SEE MY TEARS

BEHIND MY SUNGLASSES

(AS THE SUN SETS)



I'VE SEEN

A LOT MORE THAN

YOU WILL COMPREHEND

(RISE ABOVE THE REST)

(NOT THAT YOU ARE BETTER THAN THEM)



BEEN THERE

DONE THAT

(COMES WITH A PRICE)



I CAN'T EXPLAIN

YOU HAD TO BE THERE

(A TOUGH ROAD TO FOLLOW)

WRITE A HIT SONG

TO SAVE THE WORLD



ONE CHANCE

TO LAST

A LIFETIME



GOD HAS GIVEN ME

THE POWER TO SPREAD THE WORD



I CAN'T HELP IT

HE CHOSE ME

TO TELL YOU

WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW



IT'S UP TO YOU

TO READ

THE WRITING ON THE WALL



TAKE WHAT YOU CAN GET

FROM THE WISDOM

HANG ON TO

YOUR FREEDOM

HE WILL WAIT FOR YOU

AT THE KINGDOM



IF YOU DO

THE RIGHT THING

AT

THE RIGHT TIME



GIVE WHAT YOU HAVE

PASS ALONG THE LOVE



HE TOLD ME

HE DOESN'T LIKE

GREED OR GLUTTONY



HE LIKES TO SEE

PEOPLE HELPING

OTHERS IN NEED



I ONLY TRANSFORM

THE INFORMATION

INTO A

SIMPLE POEM

SO THERE IS

NO CONFUSION

THERE SEEMS TO BE

ENOUGH OF THAT

IN THE LAND OF

PLENTY



I CAN ONLY TELL YOU

WHAT HE TOLD ME



POST IT ON A PAGE

FOR ALL TO SEE



THIS IS THE END

OF MY STORY



P.S. BY THE WAY



ONE LAST THING

HE SAID

BEFORE WE GOT DISCONNECTED

HE LOVES ALL HIS CHILDREN AND CREATURES

HE CREATED



####

Tribute to my friend, Murphy, Thank you for your service, you paid the price and you're still alive !!

NEW FOUND MURPHY FAMILY
Written by you know who on 4-14-12 @ 4:14 A.M. in front of, again, Liberty Tax, my future former employer.

7 MINUTES LATE
TO A PLACE I HATE
HAD TO SLEEP OUTSIDE
ON THE STREET
LAST NIGHT

THE STUPID NEW GURU
WORKING THE DOOR
SAID
IT'S PAST TEN
WE CAN'T LET YOU IN

GREAT
I THOUGHT
IT WAS WRONG
NOW I HAVE WORDS
FOR ANOTHER
STUPID SONG

MEANWHILE
BACK AT THE RANCH

MURPHY WAS TOO LOUD
AND GOT
KICKED OUT

NOW SOME SHELTER
HE LOOKS
TO SEEK

A BUS STOP
HE FOUND
TO REST HIS
PRETTY LITTLE HEAD

VIETNAM ARMY WAR VETERAN
TOLD ME HE
WAS WITH THE
SPECIAL FORCES
DIVISION

KILLING GOOKS
LEFT AND RIGHT
HE CAME BACK
ONLY TO BE CALLED
A BABY KILLER

DRAFTED
IN A WAR
HE DIDN'T WANT TO FIGHT

STUCK IN THE JUNGLE
LOOKS LIKE
MR. BOJANGLES
NOW HE LOOKS
FOR A PLACE TO SLEEP
ON THE COLD CONCRETE

THIS IS
THE THANKS WE GIVE
FOR A MAN THAT
DEFENDED OUR FREEDOM?

FOUGHT A WAR
WE NEVER WON

I TRY TO DO
WHAT I CAN
FOR THE MAN
THE LEAST I CAN DO
I COULD NEVER DO
WHAT HE ALREADY HAS

I AM HAPPY TO SAY
I FOUND HIS LONG LOST SON
ON A FACEBOOK PAGE

NOW HE KNOWS
HE ALSO HAS
2 GRAND KIDS

BROUGHT A TEAR
TO THE MANS' EYE
AS WELL
AS MINE

SOMETHING
YOU WILL NEVER
GET TO SEE

THAT IS WHY
I HAVE TO WRITE THESE WORDS
TO EXPLAIN
THE BEST WAY I CAN
HOW IT FEELS
TO BE ALONE

BUT THE GOOD THING IS
I FOUND A NEW FRIEND
IN MURPHY
NOW HE CALLS US
FAMILY

HE'S OLD ENOUGH
TO BE MY FATHER
HE NICK NAMED ME
JUNIOR

NOW WE LIVE
HAPPILY TOGETHER

LOOKING FOR A PLACE TO SLEEP
IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE



I WOKE UP MURPHY @ THE BUS STOP AROUND 7 A.M. AFTER WRITING THIS IN MY NOTEBOOK AND TOLD HIM THAT I WROTE THIS PIECE ABOUT HIM. I READ IT TO HIM AND HE SAID IT WAS "GROOVY" HIS FAVORITE WORD OF CHOICE IF HE LIKES SOMETHING AND IT BROUGHT A TEAR TO HIS EYE. I ALWAYS SAY, I DON'T CARE HOW SIMPLE I WRITE, IF IT MOVES ME AND/OR SOMEBODY, I MUST BE DOING SOMETHING RIGHT. UNTIL I GET INSPIRED TO WRITE AGAIN, I HOPE YOU LIKE THE WORDS I PUT TOGETHER, SEE YOU LATER, GOODBYE :)>

Friday the 13th- In Memory of my Mother

HOME ON THE RANGE
Written April Friday the 13th, 2012 @ 13:13 P.M. in front of Liberty Tax, my current and soon to be, former employer.

HOME ON THE RANGE
IS THAT AN ORANGE
IN YOUR POCKET
OR ARE YOU
JUST HAPPY TO SEE ME

YOU SEE
MY DADDY
GOT SHOT BY
A 12 GAUGE
LEFT ME AND MOMMY
HOME ALONE ON THE RANGE

BUT THEN
SHE REMARRIED
WHICH I THOUGHT
WAS STRANGE

I COULDN'T COMPREHEND
THE HAPPENINGS
OR DOINGS
ON THE FOLLOWING DAYS

WHY DO YOU DRINK MOMMY?

DOES MY BRAND NEW DADDY
DRIVE YOU TO THE LIQUOR STORE
TO CALM YOUR NERVES

DOES HE SCREAM
AND YELL THINGS
YOU DON'T DESERVE

AT LEAST HE DOESN'T
HIT YOU LIKE
THE OLD DADDY DID

I WAS TOO YOUNG
TO DEFEND
YOU
AND MY OLDER BROTHER

I COULDN'T
REALLY FIGHT
TOO GOOD
FROM THE
RINGSIDE CRIB

I WOULD OF
STOOD UP FOR YOU
I HOPE YOU KNOW

I TRIED TO BOOK A FLIGHT
TO HEAVEN
BUT GOD SAID
I HAD TO WAIT MY TURN
HE SAID
I HAD A LOT MORE CHORES
ONE OF WHICH WAS
TO SAVE THE WORLD FIRST

I REMEMBER YOUR WORDS
FIGHT FOR WHAT IS RIGHT
AND DON'T TAKE NO SHIT
FROM THEM THERE
TOILET BOWL HEADS

KICK EM IN THE SHINS
AND RUN LIKE HELL
THEY'LL NEVER CATCH YOU
BECAUSE WELL
YOU'RE TOO FAST FOR THEM

I WISH I COULD GET
A ROCKET SHIP
TO AT LEAST
STOP AND VISIT
BUT
GOD WON'T GIVE ME
A G D TICKET

I'LL STAY IN TOWN
I'LL KEEP RUNNING AROUND
THE MERRY-GO-ROUND
LIKE A CRAZY HORSEY
GOING UP AND DOWN

I GOTTA GO
I'M GETTING DIZZY
JUST LIKE WHEN
I HIT THAT MOVING TRUCK
IT DIDN'T HIT ME

YOU CAME TO THE BUS STOP
TO SAVE ME
UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN
I'LL HAVE TO WAIT
AT LEAST I CAN
SAVIOR MEMORIES

MEMBER WHEN
YOU SAID
YOU LOVED ME
MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF

DOES THAT STILL HOLD TRUE
NOW THAT YOU'RE GONE
AND I LIVE
WITHIN MYSELF
IN A PLACE
I LIKE TO CALL HELL

I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW
I STILL LOVE YOU
BIGGER THAN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD


IN MEMORY OF MY MOTHER, NANCY JANE JORDAN BERRY SANDERS MacDONALD

I'LL SEE YOU SOON!!! OX

MONSTER CREATOR and ROCK A BYE LULLABY- THE LATEST, IN A LYRICAL STORM

MONSTER CREATOR
4-10-12

BLOCK MY PROGRESS
FROM THE SUN THAT I SHINE

TAKE MY BUS STOP
WHERE I SIT ALONE

TO LISTEN
TO MUSIC
TO PUT MY LETTERS TOGETHER
TO FORM A SENTENCE
SO IT WILL MAKE SENSE TO YOU
AND DRINK MY BREW

PUT ME DOWN
WITH YOUR DIRTY LOOKS
BUT I MUST
WARN YOU
I WILL RISE UP AGAIN

I JUST CALL THEM
OBSTACLES
THAT MAKE ME STRONGER
YOU DON'T EVEN REALIZE
YOU ARE CREATING
A MONSTER

YOU THINK YOU KNOW IT ALL
I'M HERE TO TELL YOU
THAT YOU DON'T

WRONG ANSWER
WRONG NUMBER
BUSY SIGNAL
I CAN'T LISTEN
TO YOUR FAULT

YOU BROUGHT IT ALL
UPON YOURSELF
ALL YOU CAN DO
IS BLAME THE PERSON
LOOKING BACK AT YOU

THE WORLD IS NOT
ALL YOUR OWN

EVEN THOUGH
I AM HOMELESS
I STILL LIVE HERE ON EARTH
AND I AM
A PART OF THE UNIVERSE

GOD SENT ME HERE
TO SAVE YOUR SOUL

ALL YOU HAVE TO DO
IS OPEN YOUR EARS
I KNOW THAT IS DIFFICULT
FOR YOU TO HEAR

LET ME BREAK IT DOWN
YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A JOKE
THAT ISN'T FUNNY
AND THINKS THEY KNOW IT ALL

ALL THE RIGHT ANSWERS
AT THE RIGHT PLACE

MONEY DOESN'T
MAKE THE MAN
OR SOLVE THE WORLD'S PROBLEMS

YOU'RE JUST ANOTHER ONE
WE COULD GET RID OF
YOU ARE NOT THE SOLUTION
YOU ARE A LOT OF THE PROBLEM

APPRECIATE
THE SUNSET
THAT GOES DOWN EVERYDAY
AND RISES
WHEN YOU NEED TO WAKE UP

NO NEED TO JUDGE
I'M JUST LIKE YOU
YOU'LL NEVER BE LIKE ME
THE ONLY THING CLOSE
IS WE ARE BOTH
FLESH AND BLOOD

GOD IS THE ONE
WHO PUT US ALL ON THIS EARTH

YOUR MONEY BLINDS YOU
FROM WHAT IS REALLY GOING ON

I HAVE ALL
THE RICHES IN THE WORLD
AND I DON'T EVEN HAVE A DIME
TO CALL
SOMEONE WHO CARES

WHEN YOU SEE
YOUR OWN MOTHER DIE AND CRY
SHE DOESN'T WANT TO

THEN WE CAN TALK
AND I WILL TELL YOU
HOW IT FEELS
TO BE ALONE IN A EMPTY WORLD

THEN YOU CAN BITCH AND MOAN
ABOUT THE BILLS YOU HAVE TO PAY

COMPLAIN ABOUT
THE HOMELESS
WHO HAVE NO HOME
TO GO TO

THEN BITCH ABOUT
RISING TAXES
AS YOU HAVE
A SHELTER
ALL YOUR OWN

LOOK AT ME
LIKE I HAVE
NOWHERE TO GO

I WILL BE
RICH AND FAMOUS
BEFORE YOU EVEN
LEAVE THE GROUND

THEN YOU CAN
LOOK AT ME NOW

A BIGGER BANK ACCOUNT
THAN YOU
EVER THOUGHT ABOUT

WHO IS ON TOP NOW
WHO IS LOOKING DOWN NOW


NEXT WE HAVE............

ROCK A BYE LULLABY
4-11-12 @ KOTS AT 5:55 A.M.

POP A COUPLE PILLS
TO KILL THE PAIN
DRINK A FEW BEERS
TO ENTERTAIN
AND REARRANGE

WATCH THE IDIOTS
STUMBLE AROUND
FIRST THING
IN THE MORNING

LISTEN TO THE NIGGER*
THAT NEVER STOPS TALKING
IN THE CORNER
KEEPS TELLING ME

HE USED TO BE
A MILLIONAIRE
WHO JUST GOT OUT OF JAIL
AFTER SERVING
32 YEARS

HE SAYS
HE WILL BE ON TOP AGAIN
AFTER HE GETS OUT
OF THE HOMELESS SHELTER
AND THE HOLE
HE IS TRAPPED IN

I TELL HIM
THE PEN IS MIGHTIER
THAN THE SWORD
AND THAT
I AM GOING TO GO FAR

FARTHER THAN HE
CAN EVEN FATHOM

10,000 LEAGUES
UNDER THE SEA
HE WILL SINK
AS I FLOAT
ABOVE THE OCEAN

WHAT HE USED TO BE
WILL BE ME
AND I WILL LIVE
HAPPILY EVER AFTER
HIS LIFE IS GONE
NEVER TO RETURN

THESE MOTHER FUCKERS
GOT ME
TWISTED
FUCKED UP
WHAT ARE THEY THINKING
THAT'S RIGHT
I ALMOST FORGOT
THEY'RE NOT
I AM TOO FAR AHEAD
TO THINK ABOUT WHAT THEY SAID

I AM HEADED
FOR OUTER SPACE
TO MAKE UP
FOR ALL THE TIME
I LOST BEFORE

BETTER RUN FAST
BECAUSE I AM ON
A WAR PATH
OF DESTRUCTION
TAKING NAMES LATER

I'LL SEND
A THANK YOU LETTER LATER
FOR THE
INCENTIVE AND INSPIRATION

I COULDN'T HAVE DONE IT
WITHOUT YOU

CHECK YOUR MAIL
YOUR ROYALTIES
SHOULD BE IN THERE

I'LL BE BACK
WITH A
MONEY GUARANTEE

WHEN YOU WAKE UP
I WILL GO TO SLEEP

WHEN YOU WALK
ON THIS SIDE
I WILL BE
ON THE OTHER STREET

YOU CAN'T ESCAPE
THE LOVE
I WILL BRING

THE WEDDING
IS ABOUT TO BEGIN

PLEASE TAKE A SEAT

SIT YOUR ASS DOWN
CAUSE YOU CAN'T FOLLOW ME
EVEN ON YOUR BEST
OR MY WORST DAY

GIVE UP NOW
WHILE YOU STILL HAVE A CHANCE
TO CONCEDE
THIS JUST MIGHT BE
YOUR LAST CHANCE TO BREATHE

GET IT WHILE YOU CAN
YOU'LL NEVER SEE ME AGAIN

HOW DID I
GET MIXED UP
IN THE MIST
OF ALL THIS BULLSHIT
SITTING IN THE MIDDLE OF
ALL THESE LOSERS

I WONDER IF
THEY HAVE LOST
MORE THAN I

HOLD THE WORLD'S WEIGHT
ON MY SHOULDERS

I'LL TRY TO CRY
AND GO TO SLEEP TONIGHT
FORGET ABOUT
YESTERDAY'S PROBLEMS
DREAM ABOUT
A BETTER TOMORROW

DO IT AGAIN
LIKE GROUND HOG'S DAY
UNTIL THINGS CHANGE

*NOW BEFORE I HAVE TO FIELD QUESTIONS AND/OR COMMENTS LIKE AXL ROSE ON THE WORD "NIGGER". MY VIEW POINT, BOTTOM LINE, THERE ARE BLACK PEOPLE AND THERE ARE NIGGERS. JUST LIKE THERE ARE WHITE PEOPLE AND THERE ARE CRACKERS OR WHITE TRASH PEOPLE. I AM NOT AFRAID TO CALL A SPADE A SPADE OR A WHITE BOY, CRACKER OR A NIGGER, A CRACKEE. LET ME JUST SAY,.. I LOVE BLACK PEOPLE,I HAVE GREAT FRIENDS FOREVER, WHO HAPPEN TO BE BLACK, I GOT NO PROBLEM WITH DAT, TO NAME A FEW, BOB MARLEY, JIMI HENDRIX,ALFALFA, BARACK "WHO'S YO MAMA" OBAMA AND OPRAH WINFREY,DON'T FO'GET JAMES BROWN, I GOTS SOUL, MY BROTHAS AND SISTAS,I CAN GET ON THE GOOD FOOT, LIKE A SEX MACHINE BUT I CAN'T STAND A DIRTY, FILTHY,STEALIN',TALKIN' SHIT, MOTHER FUCKIN' NIGGER. IF YOU HAVE ANY MORE DUMB ASS QUESTIONS AND/OR COMMENTS, YOU CAN CALL MY PERSONAL HOT LINE- 1-800-KISS-MY-ASS-AND-DIE AND I'LL MAKE DAMN WELL SURE YOU GET THE RESPONSE YOU WERE LOOKING FOR AND DESERVE, WITH A BONUS, 30 DAY MONEY BACK GUARANTEE AND I'LL EVEN THROW IN THE SARCASM FOR FREE, THE DEAL OF THE CENTURY.

THANK YOU FOR READING AND I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS EPISODE OF "A INDIFFERENT POINT OF VIEW", BROUGHT TO YOU BY, THE POETIC DRUMMER. :)------->PEACE, LOVE AND HAPPINESS FOR ALL MANKIND, PLANTS,TREES,CREATURES,BUGS,INSECTS AND ANIMALS!! AND EVEN FOR THE KEY WEST CHICKENS WHO GET A BUM RAP FROM ALL THE ASSHOLES IN KEY WEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 0-------OUT, TATER GATOR, DON'T LET THE DOOR HIT YOU IN YO ASS---------------->[]

In Honor of the First Day Of Spring

TO SLEEP WITH YOU
WOULD BE A DREAM COME TRUE

THE HOMELESS SHELTER
DOESN'T FEEL LIKE HOME
ANYMORE

I RATHER BE WITH YOU
LIVING IN A HOUSE OF LOVE
I NEED LOVE TOO

BUT I CAN SEE
YOU'RE ABOVE ME
GOING TO SCHOOL
AT AN IVY LEAGUE

BUT I DO
LEARN SOMETHING
NEW EVERYDAY
I NEVER SAID
I KNEW IT ALL

I FELL IN LOVE
THE DAY I MET YOU
BUT I KNOW
I MEAN NOTHING TO YOU

I GUESS I'LL GO BACK
TO THE HOME
I NEVER HAD
AND WISH I HAD YOU
IN MY ARMS TO HOLD

IT'S JUST ANOTHER
DUMB LOVE SONG
SORRY FOR TAKING
YOUR TIME

A TEARDROP
JUST FELL FROM THE SKY
I GUESS I'LL SLEEP
ALONE UNDER
A PALM TREE TONIGHT
DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME
I'LL BE FINE
I GUESS IT'S TIME
TO SAY GOODBYE

SEE YOU NEXT FALL
MY SPRING BREAK LOVE
HOW CAN YOU MISS SOMEBODY
YOU NEVER LOVED

Written by me on March 20th, 2012

Inspiried by the beautiful girls in bikinis @ Smathers beach on spring break !!

New Ditty Called, Not Paradise City...Shits and Giggles

Take your own comphention

IF YOU THINK
YOUR SHIT DON'T STINK
I'M SORRY
BUT MY WORDS
WILL PUSH YOU
TO THE BRINK


DON'T WORRY
I WON'T CHEW YOU UP
AND SPIT YOU OUT

I'LL CHEW YOUR ASS UP
AND SHIT YOU OUT

DROP THE KIDS OFF
AT SCHOOL
BY THE POOL
MAYBE THEY
WILL BECOME
SMARTER THAN YOU

I'M SORRY TO SAY
MY FAMILY HAS GONE AWAY

NOW I GOTTA GO ---->
REAL BAD
DON'T BE SAD
DON'T GET EVEN
GET GLAD
THE TRASH TALKING BAGS
THEY ARE STRONG ENOUGH
TO HOLD
YOUR BOWEL MOVEMENT
FROM WHAT I UNDERSTAND

OH NO
DID YOU HEAR THAT?

THERE'S A KNOCK
ON THE BATHROOM DOOR
I JUST DROPPED
A DEUCE ON THE
PUBLIC RESTROOM FLOOR

( I WROTE THIS WHILE SHITTING ON THE TOILET ON THE 3RD FLOOR OF THE PROFESSIONAL BUILDING IN KEY WEST IN ABOUT 5 MINUTES :)---

( No SHIT, No Pun intended, unless of course, you want one, pick a number)

(THIS IS ALL TRUE EXCEPT THERE WAS NOT A KNOCK ON THE DOOR AND I DIDN'T DROP A DEUCE ON THE FLOOR, I ACTUALLY MADE THE TOILET !!

M.I.A. Murphy Party and inspired lyrics

Well I had a great time at Marathon Seafood Festival. The ending wasn't expected though. I brought my good friend, Murphy, to the festival. Let's just say Murphy is, well... a "special" person and I mean that in the nicest way possible. I dubbed the trip, "Murphy In Marathon". I was LMFAO the whole MFin time. Murphy even got up to cut a rug..um ...cut some grass?....you see the festival was outside at the Marathon Community Park and yes there is grass in front of the stage where the band plays, let's just say, to make it easier for some of you idiots, Murphy was D-A-N-C-I-N-G and he can barely walk, as he says, "I'm a crippled Vietnam vet". His words, not mine. He's kind of hard to explain and they definitely broke the mold after they made Murphy. He's a one of a kind character. Anyway, on Sunday and the last day of the festival, Murphy had a plate of seafood and guess what Murphy did when he saw the food? This is not a trick question but if you're having trouble finding the answer, email me and you just might win a trip to Stupidville. I can't make any promises but you just MIGHT get lucky and since St Patty's Day is around the corner, if you're Irish and you feel lucky, I will throw in a second chance to win, you know WHY? because I'm a nice guy...Until you piss me off, then I turn green and it's not envy, it's more like the shade of the Incredible Hulk. Actually, I just reread what I just typed and I guess it's kind of a trick question, there's actually 2 answers as to the question, What did Murphy do when he saw the food? Well, he started throwing food at me! So I threw food back!! What else was I supposed to do, I have to defend myself, right? He got me good on the left leg of my shorts when he dumped some cocktail sauce on my already dirty shorts. I think I got him good with a hush puppy and told all my friends around that Murphy barks a lot but he don't bite. He reminds me of some kind of pet animal and Murphy was my show and tell moment in Marathon. He even asked me, "Is these your peoples?" That's how's he talks. A little different than Forrest Gump but what the hell do you want from a guy who claims he from a country called Texas and that's where he left all his ex's and now he's mine own personal pain in the asses <----------- That's what I call a Murphyism. He likes to add S's at the end of his sentenceses <-------- Pop Quiz ..what is that underlined italicized word called
boys and girls? I knew you could do it, the answer is above is. ....Alrighty then, shall we move on to the part where I get pissed off and storm out of the festival and leave Murphy at the festival and not looking back. You could assume that I got mad at Murphy but you would be wrong. But when we, meaning me and Murphy, was having our food fight fun, wearing more than we put down our throatsess.... A piece of one of our arsenals apparently hit this female patron or bitch as I affectionately nicknamed her and gave her a piece of my mind after the deputy came over and told us to cool out because the BITCH had to run to Mr. Policeman and tell on the two bad boys that a piece of food debris got on her. The cop was cool though, he said we didn't have to leave but would appreciate it if we would he wanted us to clean up our mess. After the cop left, something went off in my head. I was fumigating. I haven't gotten that pissed off since I can't remember when. I even did my Incredible Hulk impression I used to do back in the old school dayzses. And I basically cussed this BITCH out left and right, upside down and backwards with her husband,boyfriend whatever he was sitting next to her. I can't remember verbatim what was exactly said but it was something like, "YOU STUPID PUSSY CRYBABY BITCH ASS, I WILL STOMP YOU IN THE GROUND, YOU'RE FUCKING WITH THE WRONG MOTHERFUCKER. I actually almost scared myself. They didn't say a word and I stomped off the playing field and left Murphy there and got on the bus back to Key West. I was pretty much pissed off because I am tired of people crying about and snitchin about mother fuckin stupid shit. She didn't have to call the cops over a piece of food getting on her, it's not like she was hit with a lobster. Duck or get out of the way, me and Murphy were just having fun, trying not to hurt anyone, that almost sounds like a song lyric, but I can't remember, oh hold on, yes I do it's Billy Joel's, "You May Be Right". ....Speaking of song lyrics, after that fiasco, I was inspired to write some lyrics. The inspiration actually comes from a culmination of things,... ready, o.k., here we go......this one's called "Idiots and Assholes"

I WANT TO THANK
ALL OF THE IDIOTS
AND NEVER FORGET
THE ASSHOLES

FOR THE ALLEGATIONS
ASSUMPTIONS
AND ACCUSATIONS

BECAUSE OF YOU
I COULD NEVER GO ON

WITHOUT YOU
I WOULD
NEVER BE STRONG

I COULD NEVER WRITE A SONG

ABOUT YOU
MOTHERFUCKIN
ASSHOLES AND IDIOTS
WHY DON'T YOU STUPID BITCHES
GO HOME
SO I CAN GO
ON WITH THE SHOW

THANK YOU
FROM
THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART

NOW YOU CAN
KISS MY ASS

EVERYBODY SING
YEAH YEAH YEAH

MAKE THE WHOLE WORLD SING
AGAINST THE
FUTURE GENERATION
OF
IDIOTS AND ASSHOLES

THAT'S ALL THE TIME
I HAVE
FOR YOU
DUMB MOTHERFUCKERS

Written by: Kevin Dale Sanders - March 12, 2012

Update: On M.I.A. Murphy In Action - Murphy made it back to Key West. He was last seen by Mr. Charlie Coffey and Coffey told me, he saw Murphy in the bushes, as I passed him and his wife walking down the street....singing do wah diddy diddy dumb ditty do
( This is true story shit, I can't make this shit up!! )

( BONUS LYRICS ) *

3 -6 - 12

SLEPT UNDERNEATH
A PALM TREE

JUST ANOTHER DAY
IN PARADISE

I THOUGHT IT
WAS CHRISTMAS
BUT THAT WAS
YESTERDAY

I THOUGHT I HAD PRESENCE
BUT I KNEW
THAT WAS TODAY

BECAUSE I GET
A GIFT EVERYDAY

NO MATTER
WHICH WAY
I LOOK OR TURN

I'VE BEEN BLESSED
BEYOND YOUR CONCERN

3-8-12

PEOPLE LOOK AT ME
LIKE I'M CRAZY
OR A SUPERSTAR

I GUESS IT'S
ALL THE SAME
THE DIFFERENCE
BOGGLES MY MIND

IT FREAKS ME OUT
WITHOUT A CLUE
ABOUT WHAT TO DO

SOME SECRET STREET PLAN
THEY ONLY KNOW

THE HIGHWAY IS
EMPTY
I WISH I KNEW

SEEMS LIKE
THEY WANT TO SOLVE
A PROBLEM
I NEVER HAD

WORLDWIDE
INFORMATION
IN THE
LOCAL PAPER

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