I used these very same..: I used the very same words two weeks ago. I have a nephew, now 19, who must have been the biggest the biggest South Park fan ever. He never missed an episode, would practically memorize an entire episode and start reciting it to my sister and her husband. Used to drive them crazy!
Long story short, I figured he would love The Book of Mormon, created by the same guys who did South Park. I got tickets for his birthday and told him about it. He was so excited! I had the tickets, and we made plans to meet in front of the theater at 1:30 (show starts at 2). So what happens? I'm standing in front of the theater, it's 1:30. Where is he? I tried he's cell but it just went to voicemail. I called my sister to ask is she knew where he could be. She had no clue. Here it is, getting close to 2:00, no nephew! Where the hell is he? He knew the address of the theatre, I told him like a dozen times. Finally, he shows up...at 2:20! We missed the show because this idiot was late! I was so annoyed! I couldnt even talk to him about, I was so mad. Broadway tickets aren't cheap you know. Anyway, I called my sister back to tell her what her genius son did. You know what she said? He wasn't late! How could she say that? The show started at 2:00. Don't you think anyone with half a brain would know to come BEFORE the show starts, not AFTER the show starts! Is my sister crazy too? She kept saying 'He was only 20 minutes late. Couldn't you have told them to not start the show until he got there?' Omg! Can you believe that? What planet is she living on? I'm sorry, I realize you have better things to do than to listen to my story. My point is, she kept insisting he wasn't late. He was too! I kept repeating it. He was too late! He was too late! I felt like when we were kids and used to fight all the time. Of course he was late. HE WAS TOO LATE!! What the hell's the matter with her?
thank you. Soemtimes I start: thank you. Soemtimes I start to take myself too seriously. It's good to interject a little dark humor and knock myself down a peg
Thank you very much..: Thank you very much. This means a lot. For the most part, poets never are recognized for the pain and sorrow we cause. I'm glad to see that our work is appreciated. I hope to keep on creating the kind of poetry that makes you sick for a long time. Thanks again.
I don’t know about..: I don't know about impatiens
Not too familiar with flowers
But having been an in-patient
You have to have patience
Can wait on the doctor for hours!
I'm not the only one who: I'm not the only one who thought your comment was real!
I have thousands of followers online and had to handle e-mail all day at work from people asking if it was true!
You should think before you post and get such vicious rumors started!
My God!! You thought I was serious?: My God!! You thought I was serious? My comment was intended as a humorous one. You've commented on some of my stuff, the majority of what I do is, or attempts to be. Please accept my sincere apologies. If you're telling me you've never taken drugs I believe you 100%!
You are going to too damn far: You are going to too damn far to accuse me drug use! I wrote a simple heavy metal song! that is all! I suggest issuing a very public apology !
Wow! how dare you snoop so low and in public! I have never touched drug nor would I ever!
very deep and personal write.: very deep and personal write. don't let your demons take away an amazing talent. you could touch so many with your words
Thank you pjj! I love to give: Thank you pjj! I'ved always loved to give dreams their due whether they are pleasant or less so. And it is gratifying to see that the senses are fired up; the poetic experience makes for satisfaction as some tour guides provide while others attempy as well.
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