Vacation for 8 Days at Camp Cupcake

Got thrown in jail again. For the third time in Key West for the same horrendous, heinous crime of municipal ordinance violation unknown count 999999999. Better known as drinking a beer in a public park. Frank Du Ponty got me, KWPD's new homeless harassment cop. I think Officer Mitchell got promoted or something or just got tired of dealing with the residentially ridiculous skally wag scoundrels cause I haven't seen him around for a while. Anyway as the title states, I only spent 8 days in the County cupcake (Jail), I got my asthma inhaler, which I was out of, so I could breathe again. That was nice. And it cost 70 dollars at the drug store. FREE if you go to jail, PRICELESS!! The food sucks and the portions are small and I don't eat that much. The other inmates 25-35 in age have family, girlfriends who send them commissary food packages so they don't starve. Top Ramen soups being a hot commodity, damn near a delicacy in jail, pathetic. I hate those things when I'm in the free world. My inmate number stays the same throughout my possible future stays in the Monroe County jail and that number is 76114107. So if you see me on www.keysso.net  think of me and send a damn care package, damn it!!!www.icaredirect.com  I'm not planning on going back but you never know. That's one of the reasons I'm moving back up to Marathon, there is no open container law in Marathon, or they don't enforce it unless you're an asshole. But I am a respectable, homeless drunk, at least I put my beer or whatever in a can't see through cup. Hell, Officer Duponty even said I was a nice guy but still had to arrest me and explained he was just doing his job........ My current bank account is -negative 42.53 because I signed up for a monthly subscription to promote the shitty song I paid 200 dollars to have made with my words. With overdraft fees and monthly fees it keeps adding up. Now, if I went to go use my debit card in a local store to buy a pack of cigarettes in person and I only had 1.00 in my account and the cigarettes were 1.06. The card would of been declined and would not have been over drafted. But if I sign up for a on going monthly charge online for 25.00 to promote some stupid ass song, it takes it right out of my checking account, no problem. I was in jail at the time, so I couldn't cancel the subscription. I wrote a email to Wells Fargo letting them know that I currently have no income and they cut my over draft fees in half, ain't that sweet? Speaking of no income, I thought I would get unemployment when I got back into the real world from my vacation but nooooo. I didn't make enough money to get an unemployment check. The 3 and a half months I worked as the Statue of Liberty I only made 2,700, but you have to make at least 3,400 to get an unemployment check. So I am screwed. I am going to Marathon this weekend to find a job. Too much B.S. and competition in Key West. Not to mention, stumbling over, walking over too many BUMS...I'm a bum and I can't stand them myself. Some of the pathetic bums are downright ANIMALS!!  People with a life, a home and a little money are lucky they can bypass the bullshit....... In more open container drinking bum news, The Key West Citizen newspaper reports the county is complaining about the medical expense that the bums cost the jail because they got busted for an open container...I have the solution!!! It's pretty simple, at least from the point of bum view I have.... When the cops roll up on the dastardly drinking bums.. Have the cops tell the drunken bums to pour out ALL of their "alkeyhall" (alcohol, for you idiots) and DON'T arrest them. If they are belligerently drunk, causing a problem, MARCHMAN ACT the dumb sums of BITCHES!!! That will cut down on most of the medical cost. They stay in a holding cell until they sober up and blow zeros. Then you release them at 4:01a.m. in the morning and send them on their happy ass way........The bums will have to wait until 7:00a.m. until they can buy alcohol again. That will piss them off to the hilt!! Guaranteed!! To me, it's worse than going to jail especially if it happens enough times. Not to mention the long walk back to get their bike or to the place they like to drink......
My solution will work, in fact it will increase alcohol sales for the city of Key West because if you keep pouring out all their alkeyhall they will keep buying more because they are not going to stop drinking unless they run out of money and then when they run out of money and shoplift a Nasty Ice or El Four Loco then you can actually get them on a real misdemeanor crime charge rather than a petty ass bullshit unknown municipal nuisance ordinance....Duh!.... O.K. that's my 2 cents for now, my time has run out at the library. btw fyi...I am at the mercy of the library computers because my iPad was stolen when I let one of my "friends" hold it overnight...Gullible me, life on the streets...Now go buy my song, "Alcohol Call" so I can quit living in the streets and live in a apartment, or buy a condo, mansion, boat, house, yacht, tent, shack,out house, hole in the wall ...Fall Down Daddy is the band name on iTunes and other places like Amazon...For pity sake, I know the song sucks!!!..But that half of 99 cents adds up and if I get enough people to buy it and once I get enough moolah to buy anything that has four walls and a roof, THEN everybody who purchased or help to purchase the shittiest country song ever made, will not only own the shittiest country song ever made BUT will also be invited to the B.Y.O.B. (I have no money) Housewarming Party!!! (save your receipt(s) for admission!!!) I think it might be a tax write off too!! ...If you're feeling really charitable you can buy the song on this link www.reverbnation.com/falldowndaddy and 50% of the sales will go to the www.sweetrelief.org  foundation that helps musicians in a time of need and I still get .56 cents!!! What a great deal and even better karma!!!.....Until we meet again friends, I should be up in Marathon if I can garner up 4 bucks to get on the bus....~Wasted again in Marathonaville, where I can drink a beer without gettin hassled by the cops, searchin  my open container for a drop~.......;)

Assumptions, Allegations,A Holes and Opinions

Becoming and being Homeless

Assumptions, Allegations, Assholes and Opinions

When I was fifteen I had decided that I was going to become a rock star drummer just like my idols had became. I learned how to play drums by listening and watching them. I have never taken a drum lesson in my life but I could play. So I thought, I have this wonderful gift and I love playing, why not do it for a living? All the bands I loved and heard about were rich, had girls falling all over them and they seemed like they were having a good time. Why wouldn't I want to do what they did? Little did I know at a young tender naive age.

I was hell bent on making my dream happen. Whatever it took. That's all I wanted to do. I remember saying to myself and other people, "I am going to be a rock star or become homeless". One of the two was going to happen. I wanted ALL or nothing, and NOTHING was going to stand in my way!!

I remember saying, "I am going to be a rock star and if I do become homeless, I would just try to rob a bank then I would either get away with the money or get busted, locked up in jail/prison then I wouldn't be homeless anymore with 3 hots and a cot". But now that I am actually homeless, I would never rob a bank, I like my freedom too much.

A lot of people ask me why and /or how I became homeless or make assumptions on different reasons. As far as I have reflected on the past and analyzed the situation that I am in, there are many different factors and circumstances that have put me in a place without a home. To start, I was not raised in a wealthy family, born without the so called " silver spoon". (Please note that I am not trying to make excuses just trying to retrace the steps/bad decisions that I have made or circumstances that changed my direction through no fault of my own.) I should of had a back up plan in case my dream fell apart. But through my stubborn determination I did not. I joined and played in a few bands, some more successful than others but nonetheless none of them proved to be profitable enough to make a living. Some of the regular jobs to pay the rent and put food on the table while I pursued my dream were really good and I enjoyed but they either eliminated my position or just went plain out of business. Some of them, I am sure I would still be there if those situations didn't happen but they did, beyond my control. One big factor for being residentially challenged is the fact that I am terrible with money. I can't save money to save my life. I've always had this crazy philosophy that, I would hate to die with a million dollars in the bank without the chance to spend and enjoy the money. Not that I have had even close to that amount of money in the bank.

But that has always been my thinking, as crazy as it may be, it is the truth.

My brother has been very supportive in the pursuit of my dreams. He has gotten me out of more troubled times than I can count. He has helped me out in more ways than anybody else in my life. The sheer fact that I was even able to go to California was because he lived there and I was able to stay with him until I was able to support myself. A lot of the things that happened or opportunities that were presented to me would of never happen if it wasn't for him. I thank The Lord for putting my sole brother into my life everyday.

Some people have an opinion on the homeless. Some have been homeless, I would say most have not. It's not something most people dream about becoming. Little Johnny doesn't say, " I wanna be homeless when I grow up" and I would concur with my own previous statement, if I can. I didn't choose to be homeless, it's something that happens, be it through bad decisions, wrong turns or circumstances out of ones' control. I don't really believe in luck. Maybe because all I seem to have or get is bad luck. I believe everybody has the power to create their own destiny, at least to a certain extent. The decisions you make today will shape what happens to you tomorrow and into the future. 

Wanting to be a rock star or actually, wanting to make a living at playing drums is what I set out to do. I feel fortunate enough that I found my "calling" if you will. Some people go through life not knowing what they really want to do in life and then they just settle for something less fulfilling to pay the rent and put food on the table. They have a roof over their head and I don't, so who is the fool?  They  probably look at me on the street and feel sorry for me or think I'm a lazy bum that won't get a "job". I can't assume what people think, I personally can't stand assumptions. I think you know what it does to you and me but yet people still do it, yes even me. But I guess that is how society works. It loves to judge or guess at what the unknown truth might be, I guess the unknown is scarier than the truth, at least it seems that way to me. Remember, these words are only my opinion. Believe what you want to believe. I can't tell you what it's like to live in mansion in Beverly Hills but I've been to Beverly Hills. Only looking on the outside by the side of the road, of course. One of my personal assumptions of people who live in a mansion in Beverly Hills is that they are snooty, stuck up and on themselves and/or just plain don't give a fuck about anyone else. But then I guess I would have to assume that since I live in a cardboard box on the side of the street means that I am sensitive to other people's needs, open to lend a helping hand when needed and care about everybody in the world (except for those "snooty" motherfuckers living in Beverly Hills) and that assumption would be right!  (Kind of kidding)

If there was not some truth to stereotypes and assumptions, there wouldn't be any stereotypes or assumptions. I'm gonna catch hell for the next few words but I am speaking from my observations and thoughts, just because I am not afraid of the truth or the consequences,  I have nothing left to lose. Sue me if you don't like what I am about to write, I have NO MONEY!! Good luck with your attorney, the bill is in the mail, bet your ass. Anyway, do African-Americans love chicken? Do Asians love rice? Do the Irish love to drink?

If you answered YES to the above questions, you would be correct! Congratulations!! Now before you get your panties in a bunch, not ALL African-Americans love chicken, Not EVERY Asian loves rice, nor does EVERY Irish person love to drink. But through MY personal experience, I have NEVER met a African-American who DOESN'T love chicken and watermelon for that matter or an Asian who DOESN'T love rice or an Irish person who DOESN'T love to drink. I'm sure they are out there but they have yet to cross my path. Just sayin, to make a point somewhere here.

My point being, I think, is......not ALL bums,vagrants,(whatever you want to call them) homeless people are worth less. I call SOME of them animals, personally. I've "lived" with some of them in a shelter, hence my basis on my opinion. Some of "them there homeless" dare I call them "people" are worth less pieces of shit, in my opinion, call me an asshole, I don't give a F. I give A's, I'm nice like that, as long as you do your homework, on time!! Let me digress, and digest before I get away from the point I was trying to make.

I know people at the local animal, uh, homeless shelter that get a monthly crazy or crippled check. They jumped through the hoops and qualified somehow. Good for them. Let's say for argument sake, they get a $1,000 dollars a month. If they paid $500 dollars in rent for an apartment, they would only have $500 dollars for the rest of the whole month to drink and/or eat. I'm not good at math, probably why I am always broke and homeless. But why pay $500 dollars in rent when you can live somewhere, i.e.. homeless shelter, for free?

Of course, there are "perks" to living independently with a roof over your head with your own private bathroom, living room and bedroom. Go to sleep when you want with your own blanket and pillow without harassment from the cops for sleeping in the public park, stay dry on a rainy day, watch what YOU want to watch on T.V., take a shit when you want without searching for a bathroom on the street for customers only when you have no money to buy something to become a customer. But if you don't need all those "amenities", then WHY would anybody in their bad at math right mind pay $500 dollars a month for rent? Because that's what you're SUPPOSED to do, as society dictates.

My personal perspective, knowing what I know and what I've been through, rent to ME, is a waste of money. I rather buy a house than give some landlord $500 a month just to give me a kick in the ass after I stop paying rent and making the landlord wealthy. Equity baby. Even though I am "homeless", believe it or not, I know how to buy a house with no money down!! Yep, that's right but it's sounds a whole hell of lot easier than it is to do. But this isn't a Carlton Sheets course (I learned from him BTW after I got evicted from my apartment in San Francisco after my employer eliminated my job to save money, but that's another chapter) Where was I? Oh yeah, explaining how nice being homeless is, uh, no, uh, what the hell was I trying to explain? It will have to wait until tomorrow, I am writing this on my iPad in Bayview park and it's getting ready to close. I need to go to my "secret sleeping spot" before the cops come to take me away (ha ha he he) cos I'm homeless and don't have a home to go to. Sweet dreams. Remember, NO TRESPASSING!! Or do what the good Book says and forgive those who trespass against you.

Part 2, 2 days later...

Well, I escaped the cops once again, Lord I hope I just didn't jinx myself but with my luck, I probably just did. Oh we'll, life goes on. Back to me defending or explaining homelessness. People don't understand the unknown. If they did then it wouldn't be unknown, I think? But what the hell do I know? Other than I am and continue to be homeless. It's really not a big deal to me. I have a great spot to sleep with a awning over my head to keep me out of the rain and the cops have yet to catch me trespassing while catching some zzzzzzz's. Are you still awake? Just checking. O.K. then, I'm not a materialistic person. If I won a million dollars I wouldn't know what to buy. I'm sure if given a couple of days to think about it, I would come up with something I want. But I am content without a tent with my iPad and writing words that don't make any sense. Other than my declining health, terrible teeth, I have 3 and a half left, asthma which I can't afford my prescribed inhaler, it cost about 70 dollars, but I did fill out an application to get it paid for. It sucks when you can't breathe and yes, I am a dumb ass, I still smoke a pack a cigarettes a day. In my defense, how stupid it sounds but I have to come up with some kind of excuse, I've been smoking since I was 12 years old and didn't get asthma until I was about 32, 20 years in the making and to the people who have or still smoke, they know how hard it is to quit smoking. Easier said than done. It's harder than buying a house with no money down.

It's O.K. to dream but I hear other homeless people say,"Man, look at that nice car, I wish I had that". I think to myself, "Man, you can't even buy a wish sandwich and you're not doing shit to even come close to getting that car let alone a friggin' sandwich!" I may be calling the kettle black but as least I think I try. I have an iPad in which I got the steal of the century that I paid a million pennies for. (Is that 100 dollars? If not, I told you I wasn't good at math!) And no it wasn't stolen and I didn't steal it! I had the shittiest country song ever written with my words recorded to music which you can buy on iTunes, Amazon and 750 other online music retailers, if you want to waste 99 cents on the piece of shit. The song is called "Alcohol Call" by the fictitious band name I made up called, Fall Down Daddy. I'm trying to write a book about my past experiences in life because my life was and still is so frigging interesting. Bottom line, I am trying with what little I do have. All I need in life is love, beer, cigarettes, music, asthma inhaler, my iPad, transportation and to fix my teeth and my driver's license and some food. That's it!! I always say, "Life is simple, people make it difficult"

It's hard to keep my train of thought when I go off on these tangents. I don't know where to end from where I began. Reading my scatter brain words must be a pain in the ass. On that note, what in the fuck was I talking about?

Oh yeah, I'm trying to defend or make sense of the disease you can't cure called homelessness or for you politically correct assholes, residentially challenged. Since I am tired of typing and my battery is about to run out and the McDonald's floor mopper is looking at me funny because I been at McDonald's too long and probably wondering, "How in the hell does this homeless looking motherfucker have an iPad and what the fuck is he typing"? I need to go. Plus, I can't solve homelessness or even explain it to you. You have your own allegations and assumptions. You can think what you want. You can call me an asshole but I still have my own opinion.

Until then, enjoy your independence, thank GOD we live in the greatest nation on the universe and practice freedom of speech, even if it doesn't make sense.

Happy 4th of July...See you on the beach

Sent from my iPad

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My new country band, Fall Down Daddy is available worldwide!!

FALL DOWN DADDY

 

NOW AVAILABLE ON REVERBNATION!!!!

Old school country band, Fall Down Daddy was founded by lyricist Kevin Dale Sanders. The sound is reminiscent of Hank Williams Sr with a dash of Johnny Cash. Their country debut single, "Alcohol Call" is now available on iTunes, Amazon and 750 other online music retailers.

Kevin was the drummer for several bands in San Francisco before moving to Los Angeles with one of the bands to "make it" in the music business. The band broke up just a few months later. The other members went back to San Francisco while Kevin remained in L.A. sleeping in his 1973 Volkswagen van. He landed a job at the legendary Tower records on Sunset Blvd. (a place where Rivers Cuomo of Weezer once worked as well as Axl & Slash from Guns n' Roses @ Tower Video across the street)

Kevin worked at Tower records on the famous Sunset Strip while living in his van for over 3 years until that one fateful day when his van was towed away. With nowhere else to go, he slept behind Tower records continuing to work at the record store. After declining sales of CD's and the power of the

Internet, the unthinkable happened, Tower records went out of business. He didn't know what to do, as he was band less, homeless and now job less he decided to take a Greyhound bus 3,000 miles back to his hometown in the Florida Keys. Always writing poems and lyrics in hopes that he could make a song one day with his words. He paid a production company 200 dollars to put music to his lyrics for the song, "Alcohol Call" recorded by David Fox (guitar/vocals) of Magic Key Productions.

The song, "Alcohol Call" has been released, Kevin remains band less, job less and homeless in his hometown in the Florida Keys but he also remains optimistic, thankful and hopeful that he has a song to release to the world that just might change his current living situation.


2013 Major Jordan Productions (ASCAP) Kevin Dale Sanders
Label / Distribution - Mondo Tunes


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Fall Down Daddy will donate 50% of sales to the charity, Sweet Relief, an organization helping other musicians, in a time of need. Visit www.sweetrelief.org for more info on the charity work. Thanks for your support and helping out a great cause.

Click on this link to Listen/Purchase the song and watch lyric video for "Alcohol Call"





ISRC Code - USQY51398846 for the song Alcohol Call



Fresh Out Of Jail / Song Release



Hello, sorry for the delay, I went to the "BIG HOUSE" for drinking a beer in public!!! I know,  it's a MAJOR crime in Key West. God forbid, I drink a beer in public, do and act like the tourists. It's a double standard, discrimination, hypocritical situation, but what can I do if I don't have the money to fight for what I believe in? Oh well, it was only 10 days. The food sucked but it was better than what I had. Zero dollars on the food stamp card,... priceless!! I tried to go to jail, believe it or not, I'm walking on air ( The opening T.V. theme to the Greatest American Hero) The 2nd time, in Moron county I got arrested for the same horrendous crime back in October of 2011. I can't believe I would commit such a crime, twice, in broad daylight!!! How stupid can I be?!!? Key West police officer Lovette, arrested me. I heard he claims to be the cousin of Lyle Lovette, I meant to ask him while he was taking me to jail. I read the affidavit he wrote and he stated that he has arrested me numerous times when in fact, I have only been arrested ONCE in Monroe county and that was on October 4, 2011 by Brenda "Bitch" Sellers.

I really did try to get arrested or lets put it this way, I didn't care if I got arrested. I ran out of food stamps, it was suppose to rain all week (in which it did), my song wasn't coming out until June 9th AND this is the BIG excuse, I can get an inhaler for my asthma for FREE!! as opposed to paying 70 dollars that I don't have and I can breathe freely again! Worth the price of admission.

This is Josh Roth, one of my "cell" mates in the Monroe County Jail.

He will be starring in Cash Crown Pawn on truTV on August 13th, 2013.





Autograph from Josh before I left the jail, June 7th, 2013

I also met Jack DeWolf the second assistant director for the movie Halloween while I was in jail. He got popped for open container like I did.

My country song has been released!!! (just as I was being released from jail!!)
To buy my song, "Alcohol Call"  click on the links below to go directly to my song:
For the record, I only wrote the words to the song. I didn't play or sing on any of the tune. That credit goes to David Fox who played guitar and sang.

iTunes - "Alcohol Call"

Amazon - "Alcohol Call"

YouTube - video for "Alcohol Call"

Stay safe and have fun!! Request my song where ever and whenever you can!! Thanks for spreading the word!!

2013 Major Jordan Productions

Happy Memorial Day!! God Bless America

I wrote a poem for Memorial Day in honor of the brave men and women of the United States military that kept freedom ringing and paid the ultimate sacrifice, so we and future generations may enjoy life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. My grandfather, Collis Jordan was a Major in the Allied Air Force and my stepfather, Donald "Doc" MacDonald was a corporal in the U.S. Army. Both of them were in World War II. They didn't die while serving our country but nonetheless they served our country. By crazy coincidence, I found a authentic World War II Corporal uniform (pictured below) at the Salvation Army here in Key West and got it for free!  May they and the many men and woman who sacrificed their own life to ensure that we have a better one, Rest In Peace. God Bless America!

MEMORIAL DAY



They paid the price

The ultimate sacrifice

The cost of freedom

Is not free

Honor the ones we love

And lost



War torn scars

Willing to fight

For what you

Enjoy today

Sleep in peace tonight

As they rest for eternity                                               

God bless the soldiers

Who gave their life

We owe ours to them

They kept and keep

Our creed

Home of the brave

Land of the free



Stand as tall and strong

As the Statue of Liberty

Give thanks to the soldiers

That defend our honor

And belief                                                   

                                                   Authentic World War II Corporal uniform


God bless them

And their families

Giving children a chance

To realize their dreams

Because of them

America continues to be

Home of the brave

And the land of the free



Happy Memorial Day

In music news, my song "Alcohol Call" should be released on JUNE 9th, 2013 on iTunes, Amazon and 750 other online retailers. Be on the look out :0 and share with your friends!!

Band name: Fall Down Daddy - Song name: Alcohol Call

I got the CD back from the production. I listened to the song and was disappointed that they used a drum machine as opposed to real "live" drums. Especially when I am a drummer myself. I think it takes away the power of what the song could of been. I knew it was a long shot in the dark and really, what could I expect for 200 bucks. Hopefully, I can recoup my investment. I wish I could put out something better but I can't just sit on it. For only 7.99 MondoTunes will distribute the song to over 750 online retailers including iTunes, Amazon, eMusic, Spotify and Napster to name a few.

I named the "band" Fall Down Daddy and the single "Alcohol Call" should be distributed worldwide online in about 3 weeks from now. Some sites will get it up sooner than others.
The song sounds like old school country ie. George Jones and Johnny Cash (R.I.P.) It has that "feel" to it and believe me, I would never compare my song to be even close to those legends.

Credits for the song:

Words by Kevin Dale Sanders
Music and Vocals by David Fox
Recorded under the direction of Arthur Kaufman at Magic Key Productions
Published by Major Jordan Productions 2013

Like the band/song on Facebook at Facebook.com/FallDownDaddy

Follow on Twitter @FallDownDaddy

See the lyrics on YouTube @ YouTube.com/user/FallDownDaddy

Visit the band at MySpace.com/FallDownDaddy

Email - falldowndaddy@gmail.com

Happy Mother's Day Mommies

Happy Mother's Day mommies..you are commended for what you do, from me anyway!
I lost my mother from pancreatic cancer when I was 15 years old. Please cherish everyday you have with your mother on Earth, I no longer have that chance. 


HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY



NOTHING better than the unconditional love of a mother.

NEVER will I see my mother again

Until I make my way to heaven

I love you

For all you do

Along with the shit

You put up with

And what you go through

Happy Mother's Day

Haven't seen my mother

Since I was fifteen

God took her away

From pancreatic cancer

Wish the best

For you and yours

I wish I could be

With the one I love

Happy Mother's Day

I have to wait

For the gates of heaven

To open up

I have a lot

Of work

To do on Earth

Before I'm gone

No time to wallow

In sorrow

Need to move on

To see

A better tomorrow

Happy Mother's Day

Mama

I will be home soon

I know that you are

In a safe place

In the good hands

Of the Lord

The same place

I will be someday

Just a matter of time

Happy Mother's Day

Until then

Waiting

Do my work on Earth

God will handle the rest

I rest assured you're in good hands

Better mankind

Stay strong

Happy Mother's Day

I'll see you

When I get there

She cried

I don't want to die

I couldn't change

Destiny

It was up to

The doctors who operated

Outcome

The sight I didn't want to see

All I can say now

Living alone is

Happy Mother's Day

One step closer everyday

To give her another kiss

Form a family reunion

Regain

What I already lost

Nice to know

Good times are on their way

Take away

The worries

I had today

Think about

The memories

I had

From days

Gone past

Something to hold on to

Something "they" can't take away

Before I go

Let me just say

Happy Mother's Day

Greatest and Latest News For Me and You

Just got an email back from the production company recording my song. First off, the song is done!!! The CD has been sent in the mail, so I'll be check in the mail waiting, of course, with baited breath. Secondly, they said it turned out great and is very danceable and fun!! Hopefully they know a good song from a bad one. It's not a sight unseen as we have seen the words, it's a matter of sound unheard.


Once I get the CD, I will send it off to get distributed to over 750 outlets which should take about 3 weeks to complete, according to the distributor. I'll let you know of the complete release as soon as it is complete. Until then, I wrote these words in anticipation of what might, could happen.



Words of HisStory and a wishful thought for a possible future outcome.



HEADLINES: HOMELESS MAN, NO MORE. HE WROTE A SONG AND BOUGHT A HOME OF HIS OWN IN HIS HOMETOWN.



HE USED TO BE

A DRUMMER

PLAYING IN A FEW BANDS

BUT HE NEVER

WROTE ANY WORDS

THEN

THEY BROKE UP

NEVER TO BE HEARD



HE TOURED

WITH ANOTHER BAND

AS A ROAD MANAGER

TRAVELING THE WORLD

THEN

THE TOUR ENDED



HE WORKED

FOR A RECORD STORE

ON SUNSET STRIP

THAT WENT OUT OF BUSINESS

THEN

HE BECAME

ALONE AND HOMELESS



HE TOOK

THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN

FROM CALIFORNIA

NOT TO GEORGIA

BUT TO

HIS HOMETOWN STATE

OF FLORIDA

WRITING POETRY AND LYRICS



PAID A BAND

200 BUCKS

OVER THE INTERNET

TO MAKE A SONG

PLAY ON HIS WORDS



THE SONG BECAME

A GLOBAL SMASH HIT

THAT WENT UP THE CHARTS

CLAIMING HIS NAME TO FAME

A HOMERUN CALLED

ALCOHOL CALL

NO LONGER

HOMELESS ANYMORE



NOW HE HAS FRIENDS

ALL OVER THE WORLD

WITH A HOUSE

ON TOP OF THE HILL



HIS 1ST HIT

WENT TO NUMBER 1

WITH A BULLET

TO HIS DISMAY

HE COULDN'T BELIEVE



A SONG HE WROTE

ALONG THE SIDE OF THE ROAD

WOULD EVER

MAKE HIS DREAMS COME TRUE



GOES TO SHOW

IT PAYS TO TRY

YOU NEVER KNOW

WHAT REALITY

MIGHT BRING TO YOU

THE PRESENT IS NOW

THE GIFT IS THERE

FOR YOU TO OPEN

AND SHARE WITH OTHERS

WORTHLESS

IF IT GOES UNNOTICED



ONE DOOR CLOSES

ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY

STARTS KNOCKING

ANSWER THE PHONE

IT JUST MIGHT BE

SOME GOOD NEWS

YOU NEVER CAN TELL

WHAT WILL HAPPEN



In homeless news, the notorious Murphy is M.I.A. Rumour has it, he is up in Marathon (God help Marathon) with one-eyed Gunny or he might of went back to Texas, nobody knows fer sure. Now I hang out with Hillbilly Willy, Billy Boy, Squirrel and Carmine, who I found out went to Sue Moore school in Marathon (in which I did, in case you didn't know) but he was a few years ahead of me as he is about 10 years older than I. That's all the exciting news we have for now, stay tuned, as there's sure to be another adventure coming around the mountain.

Ta Ta and To Da Loo....:)--- See You Soon!

Lesson Session

LESSON SESSION


Written May 1, 20013



CLASS IS IN SESSION

TIME FOR YOU

TO LEARN A LESSON



DON'T TELL ME

I TOLD YOU SO



YOU DIDN'T WANT

TO LISTEN

AS I SPOKE

THE TRUTH



ALL YOU WANTED TO DO

WAS TELL LIES

THAT CAME BACK TO YOU



CALL ME A DRUNK

WITHOUT DIRECTION

BUT I THINK

I NEED ANOTHER DRINK

I BLAME YOU

FOR MY FAULT



KEEP YOU GUESSING

YOU NEVER KNOW

WHERE THE BLESSING

COMES FROM



LIVE ON MY OWN

WITHOUT A CARE

IN THE WORLD



HE WILL PROTECT YOU

FROM THE PROBLEMS

YOU MAY FACE

ANY DAY

ALL YOU NEED IS FAITH



KNOW THAT HE LOVES YOU

AND WILL

ALWAYS

KEEP YOU SAFE



FROM A DARK PLACE

TAKE TOMORROW

AS A GIFT

HE GIVES IT BACK

10 FOLD

NOT WHAT YOU GOT

BUT WHAT

YOU HAVE BEEN BESTOWED

EVEN WITHOUT

A PLACE TO GO



A LIFE LESSON

I COULD NEVER

LEARN IN SCHOOL



I have too much time on my hands while I am on "vacation", good that I have time to write another poem but I am drinking like a fish. But that will end soon, as my money is running out. I might go into detox in Marathon as I am tired of the situation as I wait for my song to get done. Celebrating too early, I think and I have no clue on how it sounds but the producer has emailed me a few times and tells me it sounds great. You never know how the public will take your song. It's gonna take 2 more weeks for the finished CD then I have to pay for distribution which is only 8 bucks to get delivered to over 750 outlets online including
iTunes, Amazon and all kinds of other sites. So we'll see what the future holds, if I had a crystal ball, I would tell you now, but I don't. I've decided to name my publishing company after my grandfather who was a Major in the Allied Air Force and my mothers' father, his name is Collis Jordan so I liked the ring of, Major Jordan Productions, being that they produced me, I think it would only be fair if I paid homage to them. That's all for now, just pray I don't drink myself to death or end up in jail!! Peace, Love and Happiness!!





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FRESH OUT OF BUBBLE GUM

There's a joke about kickin' ass and bubble gum. These words I wrote last night and I couldn't stop laughing!! I don't know if the reference of an "ass" doctor in which my brother is a anal cancer doctor, a Professor of Oncology to be exact, I guess he likes dealing with assholes, I personally can't stand them, but that is his chosen profession. GOD bless him, it's a dirty job, but somebody has to do it. I love him with all my heart!!! I dedicate these words to him, with tongue and "ass" cheeks, of course!!!




FRESH OUT OF KICK ASS

BUT I THINK

WE MIGHT

STILL HAVE SOME

BUBBLE GUM


WE'll TAKE YOUR NAME AND NUMBER

AND CALL YOU IN THE MORNING


TO SEE

WHEN THE DOCTOR

CAN PUT A FOOT

UP YOUR ASS



Short and simple, but, at least, I think, to the point.



Wrote a few more lines that I like, but have yet to put them to a poem, here they are.......


But first, let me give you words a fellow homeless man named Ken wrote in my notebook as I was writing another poem/song pissed off at K.O.T.S. after they told me they were full and I had to go. He told me that he had a line to write, then I handed him my notebook and he wrote,

"Have I told you, how much I like you, I said to my hero"

Pretty cool and surprising to me, you never know, how somebody thinks about you.

The homeless community is usually vindictive and out to get you, as you sleep in the same place. For the most part, it seems to me, they try to get everything with greed, without thinking about somebody else, Me Me Me. I know one guy who HAS TO BE FIRST IN LINE at the soup kitchen EVERYDAY!!! Ridiculous to me, but what do I know, I'm just another man, living on the streets.

O.K. Enough banter...here are some of the lines...



BURN A BRIDGE

YOU WILL NEVER

CROSS AGAIN




KICKING ASS NOW

TAKING NAMES LATER

YOU STARTED A WAR

I WILL NEVER FORGET

TO

FINISH




TREAT ME

LIKE A EPIDEMIC DISEASE

POINT YOUR FINGER

WITHOUT A PLACE TO SLEEP



ONE OF

THE ELITE SOCIETY

SUE ME

WITHOUT MONEY

TO CONSUME

YOU WISH

YOU WERE ME

I WISH

NOT TO BE YOU



Thank you, this concludes our broadcast of the poeticdrummer blogspot, remember, the only life, you have, is one! So, make sure, you have some fun!;)