I watched David Lynch's "Mulholland Falls" for the first time in 14 years last weekend. Not his best work. Blue Velvet is far superior.

So which part of the movie is the dream... The first almost two hours, or the sloppy ending?

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I don't feel so good. Don't know if it's something I ate last night or a virus. I feel woozy.

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My Father was born in the 20's and grew up during the Great Depression. He quit school after the eighth grade to help out on the family farm. He left home at age 16, lied about his age and got a factory job until he was drafted for WWII. He rose to the rank of sergeant, working in a field hospital during the island hopping in the South Pacific during the last two years of the war.

After his duty, he met my Mother and they married two months later. They were married 47 years. My Father worked for GM 34 years, had a bluegrass band for 25 years, was a Deacon in his church, and was loved by all who knew him. He was a working class man who raised two children, lost one in infancy. Strict but fair. His daughter moved to Chicago, was a model for 19 years, married a good, intelligent man and raised two beautiful, intelligent daughters with him. She sings like an Angel, is beautiful and always happy and smiling.

Me? My Dad wanted me to follow in his footsteps. I followed until age 16, when I rebelled. I lied, cheated, stole, did drugs and drank heavily. Eventually I followed him into the factory with GM, married a girl I hardly knew, got laid off then went to college for two years. The wife turned to drugs, had an affair and left me, then had a nervous breakdown. I gave up my future with GM to get her out of the hospital, then she left me again. I have bounced around menial jobs since, finally working in maintenance for the last 19 years. When my Father passed away in '94, I quit the drugs and stopped getting drunk. I lost everything I had after my Mother died, trying to pay off my ex-wife's bills.

Now, at age 62 I am alone. I cover my bills every month, read, watch movies and occasionally write this blog. I stopped dating a long time ago. I have given up on the American dream... I'm just passing time not hurting anyone until it's my time to go to my reward(?).

My Father was a great man. I failed him and my family... you see, with an I.Q. of 156, I was the "golden boy", the one who would make my family proud. Instead, I threw away every opportunity, left everyone who ever loved me, disappointed and hurt everyone else.

I'm not sad. I'm not lonely. My Karma has come home to me and I am accepting my punishment for the sins of my past. Don't pity me. LEARN from me!

~Peace~

My Dad passed away back in '94. Not one game of baseball do I watch without thinking of him, of playing catch or him sitting at one of my games. We both loved the game... he was quite the pitcher in his day, scouted by the old Brooklyn Dodgers. Sometimes the only way we could communicate with each other was by watching a game on T.V. In good times we attended professional games together.

I miss you Dad. What I wouldn't give for one more catch with you.


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Sadly, I have to go to work, when nothing would make me happier than to be able to remain here with YOU, beautiful.

Jake

(yawns and stretches)

Nothing to see here. Just move along.

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Everyone is always talking about having sex outdoors, and I always notice they're saying how warm the sun feels on their skin.

How about outside in the pouring rain, playing slip and slide?

SO many girls today say they are bisexual. Kissing a girl at a party doesn't make you bi...

Let me see you munching that pussy and I'll believe you.

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Monday... need I say more?

RAIN!!!!

Gonna go out and play in it.

lol