I find myself repeating myself over and over again when rationalizing the things that I say and do. I usually just wouldn’t give a dam but for my friends and family I’ll repeat myself as many times as they like. For the rest of you I’m making a list of things I can’t stand:
People that don’t have good relationships with their parents. I understand that in some cases there are good reasons to not have relationships. This is more about a girl I know that is a bitch to her mom for no good reason. She is also incredibly spoiled … but ya. I’m a family man.
People that aren’t open minded. This ones simple. I hate people that refuse to step outside of their little safe box.
People that are racist. I’m pretty laid back when it comes to this stuff but people in my family have not been so lucky.
People that try and push religion down other people’s throats. I went to 8 years of christian camp, youth group, bible studies and catacombs by choice. It was a great time in my life but I have since moved past it. Your not going to teach me anything I don’t already know. I choose to have my own beliefs or disbeliefs of my own and you can enjoy the same privilege. Lets keep it that way.
People that think they know everything. Because I know I know everything and that’s all that matters.
People that judge me by my age and appearance. If everyone started judging everyone else by how they presented themselves and their accomplishments we would be a lot better off as a society.
Parents that shelter their children. I was a camp counselor for years and have always loved working with kids. My younger stepbrother is one of the coolest kids I know. A lot of over concerned parents ruin their children’s youth by instilling fear. They do this out of compassion and their own fear but they don’t realize the real danger they’re doing. The odds that something will happen to your child are only decreased by such a microcosm of a percentage that its not ever worth trying to figure out. The truth is that child psychologists believe that your kid is alot less likely to have a normal social life when they grow up do to a lack of basic survival skills we develop in adolescence. Basically… let your kids be kids.
The Police. I know a few cool ones … but they’re about to retire so we’re all screwed. This is just because of my own personal relations with cops up to this point.
It’s time to put realistic laws into effect concerning marijuana policies in Massachusetts. “When you criminalize something that’s not a real crime, you still create a real criminal.” It’s time to give us back some of our basic freedoms and spread the truth about marijuana like:
It’s not toxic enough to kill you
No one has ever died because of a marijuana overdose
Crime wont go up if it is decriminalized (it hasnt gone up in the states where it already is)
So vote yes on Question 2. Don’t let something as stupid as a marijuana possession charge prevent teens from getting into colleges and losing jobs. Stop wasting money on this stupid STUPID war on drugs.
This weekend was alot of fun. A friend of mine just moved to Boston so he had a little housewarming party. The party wasn’t too big…. I’d say about 15 of us at its peak. Nothing to big, just some beer pong and snacks.
Well, apparently we were being a little loud because at about 930 the cops stroll in. To make this easier to follow i’ll break it down to good cop and bad cop.
Bad Cop: “What do we have here … a college party”
Alot of us already graduated and probobly make more than this guy does for a living…. but we kept our mouths shut.
Bad Cop: “Who here is under 21”
The three youngins step forward
Bad Cop: “I need the lease owners outside, NOW!”
So we stand there as our friend proceeds outisde and the other cop stays in with us.
Good Cop: “Sorry guys. If I were in charge I would have just popped my head in and said quiet down. Don’t know how this guy plans on handeling it.”
Good Cop: “What the hell is this?” as he proceeds to pick up a beer off the table.
Me: “It’s some kind of Italian beer, tastes kind of like Dos Equis but a little lighter”
So my friend George looks over at me and goes “Dude shut up he wasn’t asking you”
Good Cop: “Um, Ya I was. You think because I’m a cop I don’t drink? You need to calm down a little there buddy, it’s going to be okay”
See that’s how it should be. Cops and humans getting along as one. They should just being doing their jobs and not letting it get to their heads. Another thing… they should stop beating people up. I think that about sums it up.
So basically they just told us to turn the music down and the Bad Cop said if he had to come back he was taking people in. Der. It’s people like him that give his proffesion a bad name.
I believe it was two years ago when my dad got beat up by cops.
That’s a hell of a way to start a blog post, huh?
So basically they mistook his car for a drug dealers and they searched my father and the car illegally as well as threatened my dads life. They broke two of his ribs, nerve damage in his hands, inflamed neck from choking, and chipped a few teeth. Needless to say I’m not a big fan of police officers after this incident.
So to make a long story short, they tried to slap my dad with a disorderly conduct charge …. because they didn’t find any drugs and they had to charge him with something. Well the cops lost the case and my dad won rather easily.
So this was all two years ago. As of Monday, he’s been going through a series of trials in an attempt to sue the state of Massachusetts, the town of Salem and the officer who beat him up.
Three days in and how does it look? VERY GOOD. I really hope my dad can stick it to the man.
I’ve never been as emotionally distressed as I was the day I found out they did that to my dad. So far we’re looking at 6 figures if this works out. I’d almost be just as content with no money and watching the officer that hurt my father suffer behind bars. But apparently money is the currency of the law and we’ll have to settle.
Monday back behind my laptop at work and I can’t get my mind out of New Hampshire. I love weekends up at the cabin. We just drink, drink, play some drinking games, drink and eat food.
So what was on the menu this weekend:
Lemon peppered shrimp on the BBQ
Buffalo wings (from scratch)
Longhamer Summer Ale
Longhamer Blonde Ale
All in all a great weekend of food and drink. Lots of beirut and some game you play with ski poles, bottles and a frisbee.
However in true fourth of july fashion, the cops yelled at us to stop lighting off fireworks. I may be mistaken but i thought it was legal to light off fireworks on a private beach in new hampshire before 10pm. Oh well, maybe it was.
I’m a big kid, well not like fat big, but tall big. I’m 6’4″, give or take a half an inch depending on the time of day.
I’ve been lucky in the grand scheme of things I guess in that I’ve never had anyone confront me, ever. No one has has ever tried to push me around, throw a punch, make fun of me, etc. Basically, I’ve never been in a fight.
This is a good thing as I think fighting is for little kids. If you’ve got a problem with me you can’t articulate into words, once again, your not worth my time.
I got a phone call from my sister last night around 2am. She was all excited and goes:
Guess what, I just got into a fight. Some girl who stole some money from my friend showed up so I punched her and we went at it.
Bravo, you have officially accomplished nothing. Did you get the money back? No. Did her and her friends call the cops on you? Yes.
I have no problem with justice and I’m sure there will come a time when I might have to fight my way out of a situation. But maybe its my inner Buddha saying “Jon it’s harder to forgive than to be angry”.
So make peace, not war. Everyone has their issues. Breaking someones nose isn’t making any one’s day brighter.
The next time someone tries to push you around, just back off, and put yourself in their shoes for a second. What kind of fucked up life do they have that ultimately made them who they are. Just feel sorry for them and move on with your day.
Me and some friends drove up to New Hampshire today to buy some fireworks for our 4th of July and I began to reminisce of 4th of July pasts.
July 3rd 2007
Danvers, MA has some of the best fireworks in Eastern, MA the day before July 4th. I’ve been going to them for years. Well last year I met up with some old friend and their families, and some drunk dude started mouthing off to my friends older sister. Things escalated and we had me and 3 friends ready to fight this 1 drunk ‘tough guy’. Finally a cop came along and ended up chasing and tackling the guy to the ground.
July 4th 2006
Me and my friend Amy were at a nearby park with my ex girlfriend and her boyfriend. There was much tension in the air and somehow I ended up carrying the beer for my ex in her old backpack in a park heavily monitored by the police (Note: I was 20 at the time). Well my ex decided it would be a good idea to sneak into a fenced off area in front of some cops so of course we were confronted and I was the one holding the beer. Luckily I got off however my ex had the nerve to yell at me for putting the beer cans the cops had me empty back into her backpack.
July 4th 2005
I went down to Florida with my family and my cousins bought a SHITLOAD of fireworks. Long story short on this one, don’t put mortars and repeaters on the same plank of wood in a small back yard. Mortar went off and knocked over the repeaters and we have a made for TV video of epic pandemonium as 50 flares are shot in our direction in a slur of whistles explosions and smoke.
July 3rd 2004
This is my worst one yet. A friend of mine invited me to a BBQ that one of his high school friends was throwing. He had bought a keg and there were only about 22 of us in attendance. Well, at around 11:30 the cops coming busting into the backyard with guns drawn, a drug dog, and a video camera. It was a raid. Turns out the kid throwing the party was on probation and the party was a small violation of that probation. To make matters worse, the town we were in, Hamiltion MA, to put it nicely, SUCKS. So they decide to make an example and they arrest all 22 of us. They had to split us into to groups because the couldn’t fit us into all the cells. I was in my cell from midnight until 7am. This was my only run in with the law up to this point and even to this day however I will never forget it. The one thing that really sticks out in my mind are the first words the cop yelled to me… “DROP THE CHICKEN WING”.