The Real Memphis Mike (don't settle for imitations)

So many people seem up in arms over the recent influx of immigrant children from Central America. WTF? First off, they're CHILDREN!!!!! Sadly, there are a lot of them. Imagine their lives. To be sent, alone, across the miles, the desert, to a strange land...where certain people don't want them. We, as a society, should be ashamed of ourselves.  The US has always welcomed immigrants. Why anyone would want to come to here anymore is beyond me. This country is a mess. I know it and you know it. So, just think how bad these kids' worlds are that this place seems like a better option. I come from immigrants. Chances are, you do too. And before you pull that "My great great great grandmother was 1/16 Cherokee!" story, I'm going to call bullshit. You better be able to prove it...otherwise, shut the hell up. If your great great great grandmother was alive, not only would she be really old, she'd probably be disappointed in you.  America, for all it's f...

Many of you have suggested that I write a book about my life...and I have been working on it. Slowly. Very slowly. Anyhoo, this short tale may help explain the title a bit.... Having a heart attack is highly overrated. I don't recommend it for anyone. Worst of all, it wasn't anything like you see in movies. I was expecting the whole Fred Sanford moment, clutching at my chest and calling out "I'm coming home, Lord a-mighty I'm coming home!" No such luck. The day started pretty awful. I had been out late the night before to see a friend's band, in from California. I had been working 60-70 hour weeks and truly pushing myself to the limit.  I woke up late and seriously, I felt like shit. A gal I had been dating had a really bad cold/bug, and she kept whining that it felt like she had a brick in her chest. I figured this is all it was, and I was mentally making plans to make her life hell for passing this malady on to me. I only had one client to see ...

As many of you know (although some may not), I am an ordained Christian minister. I have been for about 12 years.  I don't flaunt this, nor will I ever preach in a church or from a pulpit. That's not my calling. I am, however, still the same guy you've always known or thought you've known. I am, still, just me. Loud, weird, goofy, and anything else you've ever thought of me. This is simply one more part of me. The Supreme Court's ruling in the Burwell vs. Hobby Lobby Stores  upset me more than anything in a long time. It was the first step on a very slippery slope towards a neo-Christian, hate-filled, judgemental theocracy. An American Taliban, if you will. You might think I'm overreacting, but I assure you, I'm not. This legal precedent will open the doors for all sorts of nonsense. It's only a matter of time before corporations will claim their religious rights, and then what next? The right to only hire people of a certain ____? Give this some...