Here's my latest, and of course, greatest input to society as well as my thoughts. You're as good as your last record, so I guess, I'm good....Hold on, wait a minute,.....Is there a time limit?

Alone

Deep in the woods

Think about where my life has gone

Over a beer and a few friends

Wonder where

My life just went

I have a job 

That I haven't started yet

The anticipation awaits then the world will know

My good fortune and fame

Good luck to you

Is all I have to say

Thank you

For another blessed  day

Step in your own shit

Arrest your ass

For breaking the law

Blame everybody

For your fault

As you pretend

It's not your own

As you sit in jail

You still feel

Innocent

Act like

You did nothing wrong

Dig yourself deeper 

Into a hole

Don't blame me

If you get too deep

Questions

Are all you have 

Answers are all you seek

Find the

Power of the pen

You wish you had said

Found behind

The last back page

Lost without the friends

You thought

You once had

As you observe and deserve the flames

Of the burning bridge

Sorry for the good karma you lost

I can't believe

You didn't think

You had to pay the cost 

It's a bitch

Just like

My future ex wife

The basic fundaments

And elements

Never change

In life

I tried to show you the way

But then again

You wouldn't listen

A story book

Filled with fiction

Now you face 

A felony conviction

End of story

I wish I could say

That I am sorry

And hope

You have

A better ending

But it's too late

The pages

Have already 

Been written

##################!

On that note,

I will be returning to work (Imagine that, what is that?) on Tuesday, playing my part, as the Statue of Liberty. I spoke to my boss, John, (great guy, BTW) yesterday and found out that he opened another Liberty Tax office in Marathon. I found a new, former drag queen, gay friend, who loves to dance, Bob, in Marathon, that needs a job and hooked him up with employment as a Statue of Liberty representative. So remember, I'm the straight as an arrow one, he's the gay one, not that it matters, but I must set the record straight, to keep the record straight! I don't know if I intended a pun or knot. (Hang me by a noose) ..Anyway, I know, I will be "waving a sign", doing double duty, between Key West and my hometown of Marathon. It seems like, it will feels like, I am on a 50 mile here or there in between tour! Pretty cool!

Rock on...see you on a street corner near you. That's if, you come close to the corner of Kennedy and Roosevelt in Key West or somewhere by the post office in Marathon. As you should already know, I LOVE YOU ALL!!! God bless and peace out................;) It's time to ROCK N' ROLL....OOOH OOH OOH OHH....Reminds me of a Led Zeppelin song! If you can guess the correct, right answer, I'll give you a hundred bucks!!....My lawyers have informed me that I should put a disclaimer in so I don't actually have to pay you lousy mother fu!ckers a Benjamin bill.  He he, ho hoe and a bottle of rum to goooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!

Back in Key West, waiting for the rain to stop so I can go back to work again..meanwhile

I just peddled from Big Pine Key to Key West on the bike I bought in Marathon. I was planning, dreadfully, on spending the night at K.O.T.S. I usually wait until 7:30 to go in, to let the line go down from the start time of 6:30. If Led Zeppelin or the Eagles were playing a show, I might wait with aggravation in line. But I'll be damn to wait in line with a bunch of other drunk ass idiots to enter a homeless shelter. So I sat in front of the Hyatt hotel, in a grassy field, listening to my music and writing words in my notebook. Then all of a sudden, the sprinkler system comes on, spraying water on me directly into my face and onto my notebook. I was pissed, to say the least. I get up and take off towards K.O.T.S, reluctantly. I get to the entrance around 7:40 to find the gate shut with a sign that reads, "Closed". With a sigh of relief, I thank God and peddle my bike to my go to "secret spot" that the police have never been to, at least, not when I ever slept there. I really didn't want to deal with the drama bullshit anyway. After a few beers, I go to sleep without alarm or a worry of cops. I woke up about 4 hours later at 3:00 o'clock in the morning before sunrise, of course. I needed a cigarette and I still had a couple of beers left. So I sparked a cigarette, cracked a beer and turned on my iPad and put on the "History of the Eagles" that I downloaded (yes, I paid for it!) from iTunes in Marathon. I watched both parts, 1 & 2, (no, I didn't take a piss or give a shit, actually I DID take a piss, TMI, I know, haha)....Anyway, I love the documentary and it's great inspiration, so much so, I decided to write a song.

The first song/poem I wrote sitting in front of the Hyatt just before I and the sprinklers went off. The second is after I watched the Eagles. I'm sure you will see the references. If not, you need to go back to reading song lyrics and poem school and get a life while you're at it, you friggin' idiots!!...;) Here we go.....drum roll, please....thank you

1/3/2014

Surrounded by idiots

I can't escape

And you wonder why

I go crazy

I try to hold onto my brain

They try to take away

Over my insane body

Dead in the grave

They must not be thinking

I told them the answers

But they failed the test

With more stupid questions

I am at a loss

For words 

I'm convinced

You can't teach

An old idiot

New tricks

I'm a dumb ass too

I should know

Look down on me

Like you wish you could be

Like you know something

I don't

Your ideas don't work for me

Not my fault

They told you wrong

Blame yourself

You have nowhere else to go

Take a look in the mirror

That you already broke

Sure

I have bad luck too

You're nothing special

I'm in the same boat

Just a little different

With my own thoughts

With words I put on paper

Transpose

I still have dreams you lost

A long time ago

You rather steal something

That doesn't  belong to you

Hard to handle the truth

When it constantly reminds you

You have to copy somebody else

You try to redeem yourself

You try

To put water on my fire

But the truth comes out

You can't even hold

A flame to a candle

I would love to say 

I feel sorry for you

But I don't

Such a shame

I won't even put pity on you

You just get in my way

1/4/2014. 6:04 in the morning after the Eagles reunion and recovery show.

Sleep on the porch

Escape the rain

Before the to kill ya sunrise

See the eagles soar

To greater heights

Wake up to see

The morning light

Back on the road

Without a wink

Wonder how music

Has got me this far

Fate 

Right or wrong

Shows me

Which way to go

My life

My love

My religious experience 

My pure existence 

God will take me

When my work is done

But I am not quite finished

I still have

A long way to go

Seems like such

A short distance

On a beautiful

Dark and lonely road

Searching to find

My lost soul

This picture was taken on the "hump" of the 7 mile bridge while I peddled across on my way to Key 

West.

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 AND/OR CAN'T HANDLE BAD WORDS AND EXPLICIT THOUGHTS.

A new poem I wrote on 12/30/3013 PARENTAL ADVISORY : THIS POEM CONTAINS EXPLICIT WORDS AND THOUGHTS. NOT FOR THE YOUNG AT HEART.

Look down on me

Like a fallen star

Who the fuck

Do you think you are

I smell the stench 

Your ship

Is about to sink

From all the bullshit

You keep

Trying to feed me

I'm full

Give me what I need

Give me all the lies

Make me feel better

To look at

Your miserable life

Send me another

Love letter

So we can move on

You broke my heart in two

Now we are both alone 

Point the finger

At who's to blame

Sorry honey 

I just don't feel

The same way

Start another argument 

To augment our relationship

Compromise 

Your position

I promise to cum

On your back

If you show

Your beaver clam

Don't bite

My feelings hurt easily

You already devastated my life

Til death do us part

My life ended

When I asked you

To be my wife

Now I can see the rain

On a cloudy day

Blinded by your light

That flickers in the middle of the night

When I close my eyes

I wish I could wake up surprised

Instead

Toss and turn

While the nightmare returns

Scared out of my mind

Just when I thought

I was bad off

I see somebody else better off

Appreciate every gift I get everyday 

When I see the mess

I feel the need

To take the garbage out

Feed the cat

Walk the dog

Do the dishes

Clean the fishes

Jump up and down

Until you say stop

Simon says

Ain't gots shit on you

I guess I'm a sucker for punishment

I ask myself

How I got into this predicament

File for insanity

Before the bitch

Files for divorce

And we end up in court

Close the bank account

Before she takes all my money

Then wait for my life to go down the drain 

Broker than the joker 

Hopped up on happy pills

Rob a bank

To make up for

All the money

The bitch done spent

Make up for

Tomorrow

Wake up today

Forget about the problems of yesterday 

For Christ's' sake

There's got to be a better way

I wish I had all the answers

All I have left

Is my life in question

Spin my wheels

To get back 

On track 

Stay In between 

The lines

I wish I could read

Blinded by the bright light

Could this be the end

From the day

I was born

Sacrifice

Dear Lord

I've done my time

Let me go

It's time

To move on

Give me a push or a shove

Give me a sign

Take me away

To a far away place

Where I can escape the pain

From here to eternity

Let me rest in peace

Sleep next to my family

I promise to be good 

Anything else

You're pushing your luck

I know you wouldn't ask for too much

Thank you Lord

Cause I don't have

Much luck

I lose the lottery

Every time I play

I never had a chance in Hell

Anyway 

Wishful thinking

Hopefully dreaming

Just a chance to get out alive

From the mundane world

I look and find

Went to a psychic 

To get

The winning numbers

I lost every time 

Like playing Russian roulette

With a paradise

By my side

How can I believe

Now I want to be

A meteorologist 

I think I can predict

A 20 percent

Chance of rain

I just need to find out

The difference between

What

Mostly sunny and

Partly cloudy means

Then all I need

Is a T.V. screen

Smile with a gleam

In the eye

Of the storm

I can see coming

A million miles away

Run for shelter

Before my house floats away

Safe from you fools

Floating on the farm

Laugh like a pig in shit

Above water

Sitting on a stack

Of beef ribs

That's all I got

Now I have to run to the bank

See you later, goodbye

You ain't seen the best of me yet!!!!!

I can't wait, ....Bye-Bye ;) Have a great 2014!

Love you, Have fun OXOX Rock On!

End of Christmas/New Poem/New Year/Another beginning

I got my 32GB iPad 4 with Retina display yesterday and I must say, it's better than any slice of bread known to man. I am on top of the world. It was a long arduous wait but it was worth every minute! I am alive again with a feeling I have my power back with my music and HD videos. I am a powerful man once again. I am waiting for Crazy Larry to show up at the library as I download the documentary "History of the Eagles" which of course, I can't wait to see. The damn thing is 3 hours long and 9 GBs, glad I got the 32 GB iPad that doesn't expand but I know from experience it's better than any android for any price. Apple has the BEST products..PERIOD!..and I am not selling anything or being paid to say that...I created a new YouTube channel entitled "CrazyLarryShow" which should be a hoot! Rumor has it that he used to be a college professor. He denies the charges but he's a smart as f!ck homeless Jew from New York that has lived in my hometown of Marathon for years. Very entertaining without even trying. All the local cops know him and he is friends with Bill Bravo, a DJ at WEOW 92.7 radio station in Key West. He loves his Vodka and we have a intelligent great time. He doesn't pull any punches and doesn't take shit from no other bums! He is a true, penny pinching Jew from New York! Larry is a local "celebrity" that I wish to share with the world. So hold on to your ass and grab some popcorn. Without seeing or filming yet, I know in my heart of hearts, this will be a great show if not, The Greatest Show On Earth, P.T. Barnum ain't got shit on us!!

Enough blah shit ,
I called my one and only brother on Christmas, the only family member I have left on this planet. It was great to hear his voice on the other end of the phone from California.  I told him about my blog, I haven't talk to him awhile. Typing this on my iPad is a pain in the ass!! With that in mind, let me try and type my latest poems. It's random thoughts of my current situation. I am currently "watching/walking" 2 huskies named, Thor and Shadow. I sleep with them in the "dog house". To keep my keep plus 50 bucks at Tracy's Pet Grooming business. I rather do something than nothing. I will be going back to Key West by the 1st to work my seasonal job at Liberty Tax as the Statue of Liberty. It's dirty job but somebody's gots to do it. Without further to do, here are my latest thoughts. They're not much, but they are the first thing that came to mind at the time.

12-19-2013

Leave you in the dust
As you breathe your last breath
I will comfort you until your final death
Mourn the lost
Cry everyday
Because you're gone
Never to return

I feel the pain
Every minute of the day
The reason
I kneel down and pray

You gave me life
Then took my heart away
Left alone
With my lost soul

Words cannot explain
The pain I endure
Since the day you left

Teardrops on the page
I try to move on
Until my dying day

Give me strength
Give me hope
I thank God
You are in a better place

No matter how far you go
Mother
I want you to know
I still love you so

Written for Nancy Jane Jordan Berry Sanders MacDonald
The greatest Mother to live on Earth!

In God we trust
In God we pray

Without God
We pay the cost
Without God
I have no words
Thank you Lord
For my thoughts

Happy Birthday Jesus, thank you for your sacrifice!!




Sent from my iPad

The Crazy Larry Show is now available on YouTube. So without further a do, I introduce to you, the Crazy Larry Show, with more episodes coming soon....

I just launched my new YouTube channel,the Crazy Larry Show A homeless CRAZY as a Jewish man named Larry. This is the debut video I shot from my brand used iPad 4 in Retina display in front of the Marathon library. The URL is http://www.youtube.com/user/CrazyLarryShow .If the link doesn't work. Crazy Larry calls into the Key West WEOW 92.7 radio station and talks to DJ Bill Bravo on the phone. He was banned from the library for "cussing" out a librarian. I have to go now, because the library is closing now.

Thankful service on Thanksgiving / Tax Deductible Donations Accepted

I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving! I had a very emotional one. I attended church services at Saint Columba Episcopal church in Marathon on Thanksgiving day. It brought back a lot of memories. I wept throughout the service, trying to contain myself but it was uncontrollable. I used to be an acolyte for the church when I was 10 years old. I carried the cross up to the altar every Sunday morning. I actually held the door open for the present carrying cross acolyte on Thanksgiving day and mention to him that I had done the same when I was 10 years old. He said, "Funny how life circles around". Kind of eerie. My mother remarried my step father there in 1976. So I have a lot of fond memories of my mother and step father attending church services, religiously. (Sorry, I couldn't resist). My mom used to call me her "little angel". After the Thanksgiving service, they had a wonderful spread of food. I would like to thank the church and the Lord for giving me such a blessed day.......Now we can move on to Christmas. The birthday of Jesus Christ, as I understand it and believe it... What I don't understand is the greed and materialistic selfishness of Black Friday, Gray Saturday and Cyber Monday. Christmas to me, is not about buying stuff, it's about being with family & friends and celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior. So why do we (humans) buy each other "presents" when it's Christs' birthday, for Christ's sakes!! Give me a break!! Do unto to others as you would have done to you.... I can't see the material money side of the "holidays", maybe because I currently have none, nada, zilch in terms of money and of course by now, unless you have been living in outer space or under a rock, you know that money can't buy you what?... LOVE,..Have you ever heard of or listened to the Beatles? If not, please just go back to sleep, we will not be needing your narrow minded, nonsensical point of spew. I got enough B.S. to dance around the holidays than to waste my precious time on Earth for you. Go to school, listen to the radio, or go to the library. Just get a damn education. Start with Life and Music 101. The correct answers are all there..... Any way, while we are on the topic of money and/or financial situations, I must let my unknown blog reading "fans" know of my current situation. (This is the part where you break out the Kleenex or a hanky)....I have been so financial frustrated. I applied for and qualified for Unemployment/Reemployment compensation in the first week of OCTOBER!! I have claimed 6 weeks of compensation at 78 dollars a week and have yet to get one thin dime!!! I called the 1-800 number to find out what in God's name is going on with my claim and the recording won't even let me hold on my Obama phone (wasting precious Obama minutes) for the next available representative. It just says, "We are experiencing high call volume. Please try your call again. Click!! It hangs up!! Infuriating!! They had a "feature" where you type in your phone number and they would call you back in the order your call was received. Not anymore! I would hold forever just to get some answers. But I can't even do that!! So I am waiting for a email response back after emailing unemployment about my (F'd up) situation.... So now I am broke and have been broke for almost 6 weeks. I got a couple of odd jobs through my friends that put a couple of bucks in my pocket. I don't need much. In a perfect world, which we all know isn't perfect. And if you don't know that, then you need to get yo ass back on the next space ship!!... Just 5.00 dollars a day is all I need. I am not afraid to work, in fact, I love to stay occupied as opposed to sitting on my ass looking stupid. It's hard to find a job. I have one starting back up in January (my 3rd year in a row, I might add and I stay until the end on April 15th, the end of tax season unlike every other "Statue of Liberty" that has ever done my job!) for Liberty Tax Service in Key West but I have to make it through all this Christmas cheer. Feeling down and out.....So please help out if you can with your tax-deductible "Christmas" donation payable via PayPal to my email address: kevinsanders2010@live.com or ">CLICK THIS LINK to be directed directly to my PayPal Donation/Christmas Gift Box. Thank you for your charitable contribution. You will be helping a homeless person in his hometown down on his luck, this Christmas season. (I certify, I really, truly am homeless. No B.S.!!) I guess, I still have some pride and shy and I can't "panhandle" in person. I know this is shameless and pathetic but I really don't know what else to do at this present time. Thank you so much for reading my blog. It's almost like talking to someone in outer space without a response............. And on that note. I have to leave you with not one but 2 videos. That kind of relate to, without giving it away. (I HAVE NOTHING TO GIVE UNLESS YOU GIVE IT TO ME!!)....Outer space and Christmas Drummer Boys. See if you can see the correlation of the constellation..... Merry Christmas!!....Peace, Love and Happiness On God's green Earth.!!....................... ...P.S. Sorry, I didn't have time to explain How to Buy AND Sell a 7 Mile Bridge, due to time constraints. Maybe next month.? One of these days. Until then, here's How to JUMP from a 7 Mile Bridge. Stand on the railing of the bridge (it doesn't really have to be 7 miles, give or take a few inches)... Make sure the water down below is deep enough (I don't know how to determine that, I'm a Jumper not a Diver) Then when all else has failed, do what David Lee Roth sez and, "JUMP!" ....... ****UPDATE**** This just in.****@#$%^ I called Unemployment/Reemployment today and I finally got through. The automated computer system said I had a 35 to 40 minute wait. I was so excited that I was hooked on the line to wait that I decided to wait the 35 or so minutes. I had 250 brand new Obama minutes on my phone. So I waited and waited, listening to the same broken record recording over and over. I had to get answers to my problematic question as to why I wasn't recieving my past 6 week payment claims and where my debit card was. One hour and 15 minutes later. YES. 75 MINUTES LATER, I heard a human voice unlike the recording. I had connected with a real LIVE person on the other end of the telephone line. I explained my problem, the operator put me on hold again to find out what the problem was and 10 minutes later she came back on the line to inform me that there was a computer glitch with my claim and notified technical services to remedy the snafu and that my card wouldn't be sent to me until my claim has been processed. I was kind of relieved in that it wasn't a problem with me and it was indeed a computer glitch. I love tecnology when it works but when it doesn't work, it can be the most frustrating pain in the ass. So we wait with baited breath and empty pockets. To look on the bright side. I will consider this experience long and arduous but yet see it as money in the bank savings account, in that I will get 6 weeks of 78 dollar a week payments in one lump retro sum of about 500 dollars or so, which will allow me to purchase a iPad as opposed to spending my 78 dollars a week and not being able to save my money on my own to get "another" iPad. (For those who don't know, my last iPad was stolen when I lent it to a friend) Who needs enemies? Good things come to those who wait. God works in mysterious ways. Materially, other than beer, food and cigarettes, all I want is an iPad (To do work and listen to my music) and then I will be a happy camper.... I will bees goods ta GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!) Happy Holidays!! ...Don't forget to donate to someone less fortunate than yourself. Praise the Lord and count your blessings.

12 Steps on How To Get Trespassed From A 7 Mile Bridge

I am back in my hometown of Marathon, Florida. Been back for about 2 weeks or so. Taking a break from the insanity of Key West. Last time I came back from Marathon to Key West to stay at K.O.T.S. I hadn't stayed there for about a month. Michelle, one of the check-in girls manning the entrance into K.O.T.S. asked me where I had been and I told her on vacation. That's a question they ask everybody checking in at the old home away from home hacienda. Some people have been in jail or slept out a few nights and K.O.T.S. actually writes down the reason for not being there for a period of time into their record books. I was only joking when I said I was on vacation but Michelle proceeded to mark down in the book that I was on vacation without a question or a laugh. I should of told her I was on a camping trip....So let's get into the intriguing title of this post as I am sure you are dying to know just how in the hell do you get trespassed from a bridge that is 7 miles long. Well I'll tell ya, it's really pretty easy........... Step 1: You check the forecast of the nights' weather to see if it will be raining throughout or at some point under the moon and darkness........ Step 2: You go boo hoo, after you find out that there will be a very good chance of rain at some point into the night...... Step 3: You think about a place you can sleep that has some kind of shelter so you do not get woken up by raindrops at 2 a.m. It's not fun, I've done it before..... Step 4: You think of a bridge which usually provides enough shelter to keep you dry. About 2 lanes of highway wide...... Step 3: You decide on going to the closest bridge to hide because you are walking and you don't have a bike yet....... Step 5: Sorry I forgot Step 5 and added a Step 3. I never said this was going to be easy. On to Step 6, shall we? I fucked up Step 5 so let's just move on..... Step 6: You arrive at the Stay Dry, Sleep Tight, Outta Sight Campground. Without reservations or a check-in, you find a dry spot underneath the bridge where those drops of rain won't get you...... Step 7: You pull out your red fleece blanky. Lie down and rest your head on whatever bags you may have to use as a pillow. Back packs usually work great...... Step 8: You should have some kind of alcohol and music to keep you company and forget about your worries and to help you go to sleep...... Step 9: You fall asleep or pass out depending upon how much alcohol you have consumed....... Step 10: You wake up by yourself (hopefully) and just as the sunrise begins to rise, you rise with the sun. Unless it's raining and you can't see the sun. Then skip Step 10 except for the part where you wake up. You have to at least wake up before you can move on to Step 11....... Step 11: You collect all your belongings, drink any open left over beer you didn't finish last night. Find a garbage can and throw the damn can into the garbage can. I know, it sounds elementary my dear Watson, but you'd be surprised at how many idiots can't throw their beer cans away with a trash can 2 feet away. Unbelievable!!...... Step 12: Sit on the steps and smoke your first morning cigarette (my personal favorite one). Watch a Monroe County deputy walk toward you underneath the bridge and ask you if you have been here all night? and you reply,without a lie, "Why, yes, officer, I was here all night". He proceeds to ask for your I.D. and runs your name, while asking if you have any outstanding warrants and you reply. "No, sir, I don't" Again, do not lie. The radio will tell the officer if you have a warrant or not. That's why the kind police officer takes your I.D. and has the dispatcher "run" your name to see if in fact, you DO have a warrant. Don't be a stupid fuck and act like you can fool the computer system, it's usually smarter than your dumb ass. Then you notice that the officer who is questioning you has the same last name as one of your fellow graduating class mates from Marathon High. You ask him if he has a brother named Danny? And he says, yes I do. Then you tell the officer that you graduated with him at Marathon High school in 1987. The officer responds with, "Yeah, he's my older brother living up in Georgia." The officer then asks, "Why are you homeless?" Then you reply with, "I tried to be a rock star and it didn't work out." The officer laughs and then tells you that you can't be under the 7 mile bridge anymore and if you come back, you will be arrested and that you have been warned and are officially trespassed from the seven mile bridge....... Bonus Step: After the officer says you are free to go. You get up and start stepping as fast as you can. In a different direction. While still steppin', start contemplating where you will sleep if it rains again and know for sure that you won't be sleeping under that same 7 mile bridge as the night before.......... Tune in next month when I show you, step by step,inch by inch, How To Buy AND Sell A 7 Mile Bridge. Thank you Lord for the blessings you have bestowed upon me...... Happy Thanks for giving. Count your blessings.....I gave blood yesterday. It's a great feeling to know my universal type O positive blood just might save a life and the 10 dollar gift card from Publix didn't hurt either. But the needle did a little. (I hate needles but I love helping people) Nothing three 4 packs of beer can't cure. Remember, somebody loves you, I don't know who? But I do know, somebody does!!....I wrote this little ditty this morning:....If the door is locked....Don't bother to knock...Pick up your socks...Cause this place...Is about to ROCK!!!!!....... ROCK ON!!!

Friends: Case In Point / B-side poems / Rants and Raves

The day after my birthday, my friend who has been letting me stay at her place temporary, sent a Facebook message saying that I need to stay away from the property because the landlord is there. It happens every 1st of the month. Not surprising. She said don't come back until Monday. Which I have no problem with, I hate to over stay my welcome, not that she wanted to "kick" me out, but it is for her own interest and business, which I fully understand (I sleep in the dog house, so to speak, she owns a dog grooming business, where I sleep on the floor, when it is closed) . I actually like sleeping outside, as long as I don't have a torrential downpour of raindrops falling on my head at 3 o'clock in the morning without cover. My biggest worry is that the cops might drive by and stop then arrest me for trespassing. My only and biggest concern. I have only gotten arrested 3 times for the heinous crime of open container in the park. Unknown charge number 9999999999.999 with a B.A.C. of 24.2 (Actually, I just made that number up, they don't even breathalyze you, they only do that to release you from jail for the Marchman Act which I am not proud to say, I've committed that "Act" twice but it's better than jail, 11 days vs. maybe 8 hours or until you sober up) An open container of alkeyhall is only a municipal ordinance and not even a misdemeanor, but a trespass is..... O.K. enough of that bullshit, let's move on, shall we..........,,,,,(,,,*__*,,,) Any who, where, why or what, I didn't have any money and I like to at least have a buzz when I sleep outside. I got my prepaid PayPal debit card in the mail that I have been waiting a week for. I had it sent to my friends' house in Marathon because they wouldn't send it to General Delivery, the homeless address. I finally got it yesterday and activated immediately, thinking the money I had in my PayPal account would be able to be withdrawn from my PREPAID card, once I had activated it. Not the case, as I should assume, everything goes wrong when I think everything is going right. I had to verify my card through the bank that the card is drawn on which of course, takes 2-3 BUSINESS days and I activated on a Friday. So I am thinking, absolutely no money at least until Monday and I can't go back to my "dog house" until then and go without beer, cigarettes or food over the weekend. Not a good position to be in...... The crux of the title of my story is this: I went walking down the street after leaving the library Friday evening without a dime in my pocket and my plastic bag full of extra clothes and water bottles. No alcohol, down to my last 3 cigarettes, wondering what I was going to do until Monday. After about a mile walk, I stopped at a vacant bus stop, one stop passed the one with people at it, one step closer to "home". ( I sleep along the front of the airport at the little parks with benches) While I was sitting at the empty bus stop, drinking my water, and thank God, actually my friend Crazy Larry, who gave me a radio to listen to, (I am completely lost without my music) I listened to the radio wondering how I was going to make it through the weekend without beer or cigarettes. I have a great time by myself if I have 3 things. Smokes, Beer and Music. I am good ta go! Ya heard me! I'ms GOODS TA GO!! (Black woman snapping her fingers like she on Living Color, ya feel me, yeah I taught so!!)..... Anyhow, while sitting alone at the bus stop,(Ironically across the street from 68th St., the first street I lived on in Marathon as a very young child) I hear this voice behind me that said, "Kevin" I turned around and it was my friend, Dave Rasmussen. I haven't seen Dave since I was like eighteen. I said, "Hey Dave, what's up?" He said he saw me walking down the road with my pathetic plastic bag, looking down and out.(Actually, he just said he saw me walking down the street, he didn't comment on my designer Gucci bag or my upbeat personality) We bumped fists and he handed me 2 fives and 10 ones. I was shocked!! Of course, I said, "Thanks, Dave" He asked if I was looking for work and I said yeah. He asked if I would be walking around town and I said yeah and Dave said, "O.K. I'll see ya around" I went from absolutely nothing to 20 dollars in mere seconds, without a hope in the world, unbeknownst to me. Not expecting anything from anybody. I can't even panhandle. I have to be really, really drunk to attempt that feat and that's a catch 22 because I don't have money to get drunk and I can't ask for money when I'm sober....... Anyway, it's amazing to me that people still remember me from my hometown when I'm down and out and treat me like it was yesterday when they last saw me and are willing to help when I need it most from out of the blue. There's been instances where I'll be sitting at a bus stop in Marathon and have a car drive by and yell my name. "Hey Kevin!" Some I remember and some I don't or didn't see who it was. It's a wonder how people, I essentially grew up with in my small hometown, are still here. A lot of people move away after high school because there's not much opportunity in Marathon. I'm not putting them down or anything like that. It's actually cool that people still recognize and remember me after all these years. It's a great feeling to know that I still have friends I can still count on. When you least expect it, from out of nowhere, in a little town I call home, when I am homeless, in Marathon, my friends are still alive and true when I have nobody else to turn to. You can bet your sweet little ass that I will remember my true friends when I become rich and famous (I hate the famous part but I wouldn't mine the riches, and I will share it with my friends who have stuck by me and helped me in a time of need) It will be returned 10 fold guaranteed. I don't have the means and ways YET! But I will die trying to get it and stop nothing short of death or breath to obtain my goal!! You can put those words in the bank! I hate to toot my own horn but I am a very generous person. If I got it, I give it, if I don't, I can't. It's as simple as that. I don't even know what frugal, thrifty or saving money means....hence, why I am broke and homeless!!! OOOOO.KKKKKKK. I'm tired of babbling, I needs to blow bubbles in my beer.... In case you were wondering if I am crazy or not, I will leave you with my random words and thoughts that I apparently wrote down at random times when I was drunk (Call em poems, lyrics, thoughts or whatever, I really don't give a fart) consider it cleaning out my closet. Here they are in raw, rare b-side form: 4-23-13 SHARE MY WORDS WITH FRIENDS AND FAMILY..... AS YOU THINK YOU HAVE EVERYTHING DEATH BECOMES NOTHING..... NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE EXCEPT YOUR MIND AND SOUL....... WHAT DO YOU HAVE NOW? 6 FEET UNDERGROUND..... YOUR SOUL AND KARMA TO BE TAKEN SOON..... 4-23-13 PIGEONS KEEP ME SAFE AND WARM FROM HARM LIKE THE SUN IN A WINTER STORM..... I KNOW THE WORLD HAS NOT ENDED FOR ME I STILL HAVE A HOPE AND A DREAM..... YES YOU CAN CALL ME MARTIN LUTHER KING.... PRICE ON PAIN I COULDN'T PAY FOR..... I TRY TO ESCAPE WITH MY PEN AND WORDS......... NEXT POEM 4-22-13 SIT ALONE AS I CRY IN THE CORNER OF THE ROOM...... ESCAPE OR SO I TRY I KNOW I NEVER CAN...... HAVE FUN WITH FRIENDS LUCKY YOU HAVE...... AS I SIT ALONE CRYING A RIVER OF DREAMS WISHING I WOULD NEVER BE YOU.... LUCKY MAN YOU WISH YOU WERE ME I FEEL GUILTY NOW...... BECAUSE YOU WERE NEVER THERE WHEN I NEEDED YOU......... NEXT 3-22-13 A CHANCE TO DANCE AROUND THE OBSTACLES..... GIVE ME A LESSON TO LEARN BEFORE I PROMISE NEVER TO FORGET AGAIN.... ERASE MY MIND TO DO THE SAME THING..... CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD NOWHERE ELSE TO GO..... I HATE TO LEAVE WITHOUT A KISS..... GIVE ME SOMETHING TO FORGIVE AND MISS.... BE SURE YOUR NEXT STEP IS YOUR BEST..... AND NOT YOUR LAST...... I'LL NEVER FORGET YOU AS LONG AS I LIVE...... NEW POEM AS I MOVE ON GIVE ME MOTIVATION TO ESCAPE THE HELL I SEE..... GIVE ME STRENGTH BEYOND BELIEF... DIFFERENT FROM THE REST.... I SHOOT FOR THE STARS IN THE LONG SHOT OF THE DARK...... AT LEAST I TRY TO HIT A TARGET TO MAKE MY LIFE BETTER..... YOU'RE DONE I ALREADY WON.... THE OTHER MOTHERFUCKERS LIVE AIMLESSLY SAME THING DIFFERENT DAY I WISH I COULD CHANGE..... STUCK IN THE SAME RUT HOW CAN I JUDGE THEM WITH THE SAME FRAME OF MIND.... STILL WAITING FOR THE BUS THAT NEVER CAME.... TO TAKE ME OUT OF THE PLACE I DON'T WANT TO BE..... NEXT POEM 3-22-13 THE YELLOW FLOWER FELL IN FRONT OF THE LIBRARY.... DO I DARE PICK UP TO TAKE AWAY FROM THE BEAUTY THE BUTTERFLIES BEFORE ME..... A SAD PERSON WALKS PASS ME WITHOUT DIRECTION.... THE GAY PEOPLE LAUGH WITHOUT PERCEPTION..... A FEMALE BICYCLIST DIRECTS TRAFFIC DOWN A ONE WAY ROAD SHE WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG... AS I DOWNLOAD MY FAVORITE SONGS..... AS I SEE THE SUN GO DOWN.... THE JIBBER JABBER OF THE PASSERBYERS I WAVE GOODBYE.... DON'T DIE ON ME WHEN I NEED YOU MOST.... YOU HAVE A LOT MORE WORK TO DO COUNTING ON YOU TO SAVE THE WORLD.... WRITTEN IN FRONT OF THE KEY WEST LIBRARY................ NEW POEM GOD HAS GIVEN ME STRENGTH TO LIVE STRONG BEYOND WHATEVER YOU WANT TO BELIEVE.... TRUE STORY WITHOUT A LIE EVER TOLD TRUTH BE KNOWN GOD SAVES ALL OF OUR SOULS... GIVES US THE WISDOM WE DO NOT KNOW..... NEXT POEM DON'T THINK I CAN PAY FOR THE PRICE OF PAIN... ROUGH ROAD GETTING HARDER EVERYDAY TRYING TO MAINTAIN MY (IN)SANITY..... HANGING ON TO A ROPE THAT HAS ALREADY BEEN TIED SINK BELOW THE SEA UNTIL I DROWN... COME BACK TO LIFE NEVER TO BE FOUND AS TEARS OF JOY FALL DOWN... YOU MOTHERFUCKERS NEVER KNEW WHAT I COULD DO BEFORE... THINK AGAIN WITH YOUR SECOND OPINION.. MEANS NOTHING TO ME IN MY WORLD.... REALITY CHECK I DIE ALONE WITHOUT MY FAMILY.... HOPE AND PRAY WHEN I'M DEAD AND GONE.... I MIGHT SEE A FAMILY REUNION... MY FATHER FOR THE FIRST TIME BEFORE... TA DA!!!!!!!!!!!! ABABABABABABAB (It's suppose to sound like Porky Pig, you idiots!!) That's ALL FOLKS!!!................. Damn, I can't take you guys, ANYWHERE!! AND ONE MORE PIECE OF WISDOM,ADVICE and/or whatever you want to call it!!! Remember,.....................................................................If it smells like fish, make it a dish. If it smells like cologne, leave it alone. This message brought to you by the: Fishy Dish Safety Council........ And one more thoughtful insightful thoughtless thought... Having sex with a condom, is like taking a shower with a raincoat on! I probably just jinxed myself and I will get rained on without a raincoat at 3 o'clock in the morning while I sleep outside by myself. See, I know how to shoot myself in the foot. At least I'm passed the denial stage!!! Now it's time for me to be done and for you to GET OVER IT!!......... P.S. I am still working on my memoir book. I can use the computer all day at the Marathon library as opposed to the bums bumping me off at the Key West library. So I should be able to get a lot more writing done in Marathon. I lost/let a friend borrow my iPad for one night and he said it got stolen, so I am force to use the public library computers. I created a new Twitter account for my future book, Where Did My Life Go. You can follow on Twitter @MemoirBook. I don't even Tweet but you have to get the name while you can. Email me at: authorkevindalesanders@gmail.com .....I never read that account and probably won't respond but at least you have my secret email account. That's all that counts. Now I can sleep tonight and hopefully not get rained on. I think it's a 30% chance of rain and I 100% don't have a raincoat or umbrella. So if you hear of a bum drowning in his sleep after a torrential downpour in the Florida Keys it might of been me. If so, don't send flowers, just throw me in the ocean, I'll already be wet anyway. Save your money for somebody else's grave. Talk to ya'lls soon..... Contingent upon, if I don't get struck by lighting or get stuck in between a hurricane and a monsoon. Are you done YET?!?!?! BOUT TIME, DAAAAAMMMN!! XO ;).................................... But seriously folks, if I do go, I'll see you's all's on that there otherside. K That reminds me for some reason. (See I have too much time at the Marathon library. I have yet to be even close to bumped) There's like 5 computers open if you bums want to come on down and get your computer on. The pep rally cheer from my Marathon alma mater went like this:................ Who's the best? MHS (I have recently added) Who's the best? Not Key West................. Go DOLPHINS both MARATHON, MIAMI and FLIPPER!!....... (The voice of Cleveland Jr.).......IS WE DONE YET?!?!?!?! ZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZ

Halloween Birthday Blog!!

Star gate: October 31st, 2013 from halloweenbaby: Thank you all for your birthday wishes and thoughts. It is comforting to know that I still have friends in the world no matter how far they may be. For example, a childhood (Facebook) friend has took me in and is "taking care" of me in (my hometown of) Marathon.(temporary) So to speak. (Get your freaky, dirty minds out of the gutter. That's where I sleep!!) Speaking of which, I woke up this morning on my birthday on a Bed, ( Actually, on the floor, but nonetheless, with a roof over my head) Breakfast ( Excellent bacon, eggs, taters, and toast, all prepared in a microwave, except for the toast, that was cooked in a toaster oven, it's not cheating if you have one) AND BEER!! (The breakfast of champions!!, I feel like Bruce Karshashian, I mean, Jenner. Blame that error on the beer, I'm used to it, everybody else does, and I haven't had Wheaties since the day Bruce KarJenner was on the cover!!) Anyway, let's recap, I use too many commas and parentheses.(,,,,,,,,,,,,,,) So I woke up to: Bed, Breakfast and.....BEER!!! And I don't even have a dollar in my pocket, on my birthday. That's what friends are for. Not that you should use friends to take advantage of them but knowing that you really do have TRUE friends that would take you in to help you out when you need it the most, means more to me than the world and money. It truly is something you can't buy and is priceless. On that sad, sopping note and my (already) drunk friends, distracting me. It takes a lot to write a blog with one hand, a beer in the other with a cigarette in my mouth. And I'm ambidextrous!! Any who, Happy Birthday to me and Happy Halloween to you!! Boo Hoo Who? Follow my Halloween tweet @halloweenbaby And don't forget the shittiest country band in the world...KISS..no, wrong answer it's FALL DOWN DADDY!!! Available on iTunes, Amazon and 750 other online "retail" outlets that I can't remember. File a lawsuit, I STILL have NO money!!! Speaking of which, you can send/email Halloween Baby birthday donations to my Major Jordan Productions (named after my grandfather Major Jordan who served in the Air Force in WWII), PayPal account to kevinsanders2010@live.com (And get/ take a tax right (I know how to spell the correct word correctly, WRITE) off ) I should no (know) I will be again working for Liberty Tax Service in January as the one and only Statue Of Liberty, let freedom ring !!! Meanwhile, I"m still waiting for my reemployment compensation, to survive until then.... But the thing that has more value than money/monetary/material things is that...I still have friends!! Again...not that I really lost them, I just had to find them again!! Thanks Facebook!! Happy October 31st, 20013 (One year more, OMG, I'm friggin' 44!!!!!!!!!!!!!!O P.S. I just got a lap dance from a drunk gay guy singing Happy Birthday to me, thinking she's Marilyn Monroe (County)and offered a "oral offer" and wanted to "blow out the candle" as I try to explain that I am NOT gay!!! I may be feminine in some of my ways, crossing my legs but I can guarantee you that I am still NOT gay!! GET A CLUE!!! HEEEEEYYYY! I can speak/type gay, but unfortunately I am not like you. But my brother IS gay AND he's not only a cancer doctor but a Oncology Professor!!! But he already bought a house with his lover!! So I guess you're shit out of luck (SOL LOL)...On that blogging note as the @poeticdrummer (On Twitter, I have over 40 other Twitter accounts) I must leave you with my latest poem: DOO DOO SHIT YOU NEED TO THINK ABOUT SHIT/ BEFORE YOU DOO DOO SHIT/ FLUSH IT DOWN THE TOILET/ BEFORE THE SHIT TALKIN BEGINS/ NEVER KNOW WHO'S SHIT YOU'LL BE UP AGAINST/ LOOKING DOWN THE LIBRARY AISLES/ SEARCHIN FOR A BOOK WITH BEDROOM SMILES/ WONDER WHAT I MIGHT FIND BETWEEN THE STYLES/ MAYBE DISCOVER A SECRET FILE Written @ the Marathon Public library

Back in Key West, Hopefully, not for long, back to Marathon

I am back in Key West. One day back from Marathon, in 30 minutes at Bayview (Bumview, I coined the pharse for the record) Park after I had been in Marathon for about 3 weeks drinking beer in front of the cops, deputies from the Sheriff's department, my friend Lisa got arrested for an open container while I sat next to her in the park at Bum-view on the metal picnic table. I couldn't believe it!! She's facing prison time for the bust because she was on probation and because of the incident, violated probation and might do prison time. Ridiculous! BTW, I needed to go back to Key West because I had my new food stamp card sent there because my old cards' magnetic strip wasn't reading on the register from being wore out... I need to get back to Marathon because my spider senses are tingling sitting at Bum View and I know they do "sweeps" just before Fantasy Fest which is not too far away and I sure as hell don't want to spend my birthday, (Halloween) ;) in jail. So, I haven't stopped drinking, I just don't do it in Bumville. You can't even HAVE alcohol in the park, open or sealed, which KWPD officer DuPonty has informed me and my other drinking buddies as well, as his statement has stated, "He doesn't like arresting us but he is just doing his job and if he doesn't do his job he would end up like us and one of my friends replied with, "If you do lose your job at least you know we will have a beer here for you" Fact is, he doesn't have to arrest us it's up to his discretion, (his "call" for you dumb asses without a dictionary) but he does. There's a cool female cop named, Ms. Beeman, who would of just told us to pour whatever we had and moved on, unless, of course, you catch her on a bad day. It's an municipal ordinance, not even a misdeameanor!! A waste of time and double standard in my eyes considering the fact that "tourist" walk up and down Duval street all the time with open alcohol containers and never even get a ticket. Which it is a "ticketable" offense, as far as I know, but DuPonty to be specific, the only cop who has arrested all of my Bumview friends for the same open container bullshit offense, seems to prey on us "bums" at the park......I am tired of typing about that, let's move on, shall we?..... Actually I just got "Bumped" from the Key West computer at the library...Bumped, not bummed, because somebody needs a computer, to where as I stayed on the Marathon computer, all day from 10 am to 5 pm....anyway until next time..