#spielberg you are a father to a lot of these bitches

[queenofmoons]

Bojack Quotes that would ruin each TFW member’s life

Dean:

-“I don’t know how you expect me to love you when you so clearly hate yourself”

-Todd’s whole speech about “you are everything that’s wrong with you. You need to be better.”

-“closure is a made up thing by Steven Spielberg to sell movie tickets. It doesn’t exist in the real world. The only thing to do now is to just keep living forward”

-“I’m not going to give you closure. You don’t get that. You have to deal with the shitty thing you did for the rest of your life. You have to know that it’s never going to be okay”

-“I guess I got a happy ending, but every happy ending has the day after the happy ending, and the day after that”

-“I want to be better. I’m trying to be better. And when I’m around you, for the first time in thirty years, I feel like I can be”

-“To life, eh? It’ll kill ya”

-“usually when people ask how I’m doing the real answer is ‘I’m doing shitty.’ But I can’t even say I’m doing shitty because I don’t have a good reason to be doing shitty. So if I say ‘I’m doing shitty’ they’ll say ‘why? What’s wrong?’ And i have to be like ‘I don’t know, all of it?’”

-“I’ll come out and she’ll say, ‘dean? Is that you?’ And when her eyes spark with recognition I’m gonna sit down next to her, I’m gonna squeeze her hand and get real close and say, ‘fuck you, mom’”

-“When you’re a kid, you convince yourself that maybe the grand gesture could be enough, that even though your parents aren’t what you need them to be over and over and over again, at any moment, they might surprise you with something… wonderful. I kept waiting for that, the proof that even though my mother was a hard woman, deep down, she loved me and cared about me and wanted me to know that I made her life a little bit brighter. Even now, I find myself waiting.”

-“the story of my life is that I never get anything nice”

-“I came from a broken home and I used to feel like my whole life was an acting job. Just doing an impression of the people I saw on television, which was just the projection of a bunch of equally screwed up writers and actors. I felt like a xerox of a xerox of a person, you know what I mean?”

Sam:

-“There's no such thing as "bad guys" or "good guys." We're all just...guys, who do good stuff sometimes and bad stuff sometimes. And all we can do is try to do less bad stuff and more good stuff, but you're never going to be good because you're not bad.”

-“It gets easier… Every day it gets a little easier… But you gotta do it every day — that's the hard part.”

-“Tell me it’s not too late” “it’s not too late! It’s never too late! It’s never too late to be the person you want to be. You need to choose the life you want”

-(specifically pre-series) “BoJack, when I was your age, I got sad. A lot. I didn't come from such a great home, but one day, I started running, and that seemed to make sense, so then I just kept running. BoJack, when you get sad, you run straight ahead and you keep running forward, no matter what. There are people in your life who are gonna try to hold you back, slow you down, but you don't let them. Don't you stop running and don't you ever look behind you. There's nothing for you behind you. All that exists is what's ahead.”

-“you better grow up to be something great to make up for all the damage you’ve done”

-“you come by it honestly, the ugliness inside you. You were born broken, that’s your birthright”

-“[i wish I wouldn’t have to say] I’m sorry I left. I’m sorry I made things so difficult. I’m sorry I’m not the person I thought I was”

-“You can’t have happy endings in sitcoms, not really, because, if everyone’s happy, the show would be over, and above all else, the show… has to keep going. There’s always more show. And you can call Horsin’ Around dumb, or bad, or unrealistic, but there is nothing more realistic than that. You never get a happy ending, ‘cause there’s always more show.”

-“I have this friend. And right around when I first met her, her dad died, and I actually went with her to the funeral. And months later, she told me that she didn’t understand why she was still upset, because she never even liked her father. It made sense to me, because I went through the same thing when my dad died. And I’m going through the same thing now. You know what it’s like? It’s like that show Becker, you know, with Ted Danson? I watched the entire run of that show, hoping that it would get better, and it never did. It had all the right pieces, but it just—it couldn’t put them together. And when it got canceled, I was really bummed out, not because I liked the show, but because I knew it could be so much better, and now it never would be. And that’s what losing a parent is like. It’s like Becker.”

-“Every time someone leaves rehab, it makes you think about your own progress, some days it feels like you're not progressing at all, other days you think "Well, maybe a little." The main thing I think about is how stupid I am that I didn't do this sooner. I wasted so many years because I was miserable because I assumed that was the only way to be. But I don't wanna do that anymore.”

-“sometimes life’s a bitch and you keep living.”

Cas:

-“when I’m with you I don’t hate myself. I like being around you, and I don’t know if I ever told you that I’m so many words so. I’m telling you”

-“I can’t wait for you to be better, Bojack. I need you in my life.”

-“what’s wrong? nothing to contribute? Knock once if you’re proud of me” [silence]

-“I feel like my life is just a series of unrelated wacky adventures”

#here it is. my opus #cas is lacking bc there aren’t that many quotes in that show that jumped out to me as cas y’know? #okay #bojacknatural #Sam Winchester #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #long post

[alistiredlmao]

Here are some quotes from It that I think are funny out of context:

1. The clientele was gay, but gay was not a synonym for stupid.

2. Ben didn’t give a fuck about the rainbow.

3. Bill Denbrough thinks: I’m damned near space-traveling; I might as well be inside a bullet shot from a gun.

4. Bill thought randomly that the big boys had been right about one thing: it had been a real baby dam.

5. “You don’t get leprosy from fucking.”

6. According to the Bible, God Himself was at least one-third Ghost, and that was just the beginning.

7. And, Richie had to admit, she was one hell of a pretty guy.

8. Then it began to sneeze.

9. “If you want to drink to the big duck on the side of the plane when we get to Boston, I’m buying.”

10. Ghost-turds, her father called them.

11. No history of drug use.

12. “For all I know, my wife could be in bed with Al Pacino right now.”

13. “It was that fucker Pennywise.”

14. “It can’t be any worse than interviewing Ozzy Osbourne.”

15. “I... I had Chinese food for lunch.”

16. HAVE A GOOD DAY! TONIGHT YOU DIE!

17. Shitfire and save matches, monsters were cheap!

18. There was no rule against quarters.

19. Not a big one; just a little one.

20. Now I’m rich and you’re hoeing peas.

21. This time the voice didn’t come from the moon.

22. “I didn’t break anything but my face.”

23. He was, in fact, a jellyfish.

24. “I don’t fuck with crazy people.”

25. He remembered how the flesh of his testicles had begun to crawl, how his bowels had suddenly felt all loose and hot, as if he might suddenly drop a casual load of shit into his pants.

26. “Somebody threw out a mahogany door?”

27. It also turns out to be Rodney Dangerfield in drag.

28. There was still enough of the wiseacre in him to think that if all he was getting out of this was a vision of Basil Rathbone as Sherlock Holmes, then the whole idea of visions was pretty overrated.

29. Maybe he was from Venus.

30. In the middle of all this was the maraschino cherry, as accusing as a blood-clot at a crime scene.

31. A bright blue jet of flame appeared to roar directly out of Patrick’s bum.

32. Nor was Rena content to make just a few beans; she cooked them in job lots.

33. “Jews are very good at making money.”

34. She drew in a great, hitching breath and hocked a remarkably large looey onto the top of his head.

35. It was going to rain a bitch, as his mother sometimes said.

36. Perrier was very good for the digestion.

37. It did not dress when It was at home.

38. OH DEAR JESUS IT IS FEMALE

39. “It ate your shoe.”

40. Magic would not work on Henry. He was too stupid.

41. “He thrusts his fists against the posts, you son of a bitch!”

42. I made the universe, but please don’t blame me for it; I had a bellyache.

43. Once you get into cosmological shit like this, you got to throw away the instruction manual.

44. Bill bit in- not with his teeth, but with teeth in his mind.

45. Hey bitch, you’re never too old to rock and roll.

46. “STEVEN SPIELBERG EAT YOUR HEART OUT!”

47. “Fuck, lets rock and roll a little.”

48. “BATTERY ACID, FUCKNUTS!”

49. “Jesus Christ you fucking pussies I’m doing the Mashed Potatoes all over It AND I GOT A BROKEN ARM!”

50. “Jews don’t eat much.”

51. “He’s just jealous... Jews can’t sing.”

#it #it chapter one #it chapter two #it book #it stephen king #it by stephen king #stephen king #books #text #mine #funny #lol #I’m laughing #out of context #it out of context

[shiftyskip]

Wayne A. “Skinny” Sisk

The Real Skinny Sisk: 

Wayne Aubrey Sisk was born March 4, 1922 to Henry Sisk and Nettie Monk Sisk in Herdon, West Virginia. He had several siblings.The oldest was Lumer, who when Skinny was born was about 20 years older than him. After that the rest were (from second oldest to younger): Boyd, Virginia Pearlie, Gretchen, Eloise, Roy, Delcie, Lannie, Raymond. When he was only 7 or 8, his father died on April 5, 1930. Somewhere along that time, Skinny was not living with his mother, only Pearlie and Dewaine were. I do not know where he went during that time, but he and Pearlie were living with his mother by 1940. 

Skinny before the war was employed with Wadsons World Fair. His enlistment card says that his occupation was an apprentice to construction and/or hand trades. He enlisted in August 15, 1942 at Fort Thomas in Newport, Kentucky. He also states that he has a scar over his eye. I am not sure how he got that either.

Skinny was one of the first men to enter Easy Company. He was one of the first Privates in Easy Company at Camp Tocco. Winters said, “To win over the girls in the 1940s, Sisk used his smile, wit, and the glamour of being a paratrooper.” Even though he trained under Sobel, Skinny had some fun along the route. One day, on furlough, Skinny was arrested by the military police for making out with his girlfriend near the train tracks. When Sobel asked to Skinny to explain himself, Sisk said: “The train was coming, she was coming, and so was I.” iN Another version by Shames, Skinny and his girlfriend were...being intimate...on the tracks. (Author’s Note: OH MY GOD. NO.) The driver had to emergency stop the train and called the police. In court, Shames said that Skinny said, “Well, sir, she was cummin’, I was cummin’ and the only one who had any control over the brakes was the damned engine driver.” 

That’s probably the correct version...

According to Shames, Skinny was the craziest man he’d ever met. 

During April of 1943. Van Klinken and Skinny spent some time in the hospital. When they got out of the hospital and were resting in the barracks, they got drunk for three days. One the last night they drank 3 quarts and couldn’t even stand up.

Skinny was still with Easy when they jumped into Normandy. He was in the plane with Guth, Smokey Gordon, Floyd Talbert, Francis Mellet, Ed Tipper, Campbell Smith, and John Eubanks who were engaged in a soldier’s favorite pastime: bitching about equipment. Skinny broke the eventual tension in the plane by yelling out: “Does anyone want to buy a good watch.” 

When walking to Carentan, everyone stepped over a dead German, who had his arm raised in the air. But Skinny reached out and shook his hand, while stepping on the dead German. The dead German made a noise and Skinny whispered, “Sorry, buddy.”

In Foy, on New Year’s Day, H company spotted unidentified American troops drawing from a well in Foy, while it was risky both sides used this well. The unidentified troops sparked concern and Shames’ group was ordered to move west. Shames’ patrol included Moe Alley, Strohl, and Sisk and they moved during the night, to give them more cover to move around. Shames’ patrol moved along a slope that overlooked the well. After hours, a man’s figure appeared near the well, coming from Foy, a German. Shames and Skinny moved near him, Skinny making it very clear he’d cut the guy’s throat if he made a sound. Skinny scared the guy to death and his rage only grew when her found out the German was wearing an American uniform. They took the German prisoner instead. He’d been from America and had lived there before the war, spoke English. He gave them no other information. Under unclear, “extreme physical”, the German soldier caved and gave them information and location of his other team member.

Shames and Skinny were ordered to stake out the location (a house) for a few days.  They brought Ed Stein with them. On the second night, they managed to get into the house, using Stein’s knowledge of German. Shames tricked them into thinking they were a German patrol before they figured out they’d been tricked. Shames took their weapons and took them back to the Bois Jacques. It was just getting light when the Germans started speaking to each other. Shames told them to shut the hell up and they didn’t. So when they refused to give information, Shames had him kneel in front of the other soldiers and shot him in the head. 

In Austria, Easy Company’s beloved Speirs, was made aware of the German SS officer, the leader of a concentration camp, had escaped and was living in the hills nearby. Ron Speirs sent a group to go out and kill him. This group included Lynch, Liebgott, Moone, and Sisk. (NOT WEBSTER - that was a Tom Hanks and Spielberg addition). Moone was conflicted the entire way on if Speirs had enough authority to give this order. They found the man, interrogated him, and Liebgott shot the man twice. The man turned and ran. Moone refused to shoot him, “The war’s over.” Skinny instead raised his fun and shot him, killing him. 

The war ended and Skinny returned home where he continued to live near Raleigh and Wyoming, West Virginia. He became a building contractor and stone masonry.

Skinny was haunted by the war for a very long time. As he wrote to Winters in 1991,

“My career after the word was trying to drink with the truck load of Krauts hat I stopped in Holland in the diehard not see that I went into the Bavarian Alps and killed. Old Moe Alley made a statement that all the killings that I did was going to jump into the bed with me one of these days and they surely did. I had a lot of flashbacks after the war and I started drinking. Ha! Ha!

“Then my sister little daughter, four-years-old, came into my bed room (I was too unbearable to the rest of my family, either hung over or drunk) and she told me that Jesus loves me And she love me and if I would repent God would forgive me for all the man I kept trying to kill all over again. That little girl got me to put her out of my room, told her to go down to her mommy. There in then I bowed my head on my mothers old featherbed and repented and God forgive me for the war and all other bad things I had done down through the years. I was ordained in the latter part of 1949 into the ministry and believe me, Dick, I haven’t whipped but one man since and he needed it. I have four children, nine grandchildren and two great-grandchildren. The lord willing and Jesus tarrys I hope to see you all at the next reunion. If not I’ll see you at the last jump. I know you won’t freeze in the door.”

Skinny got married to Jane Louise Rufus, called Louise in March 15 1946, under a year after the war. She was 19, he was 24. After a time, I assume after he died, she remarried and became Jane Louise Sisk Kester.

They had four kids together: Delcie Lynn was born August 8, 1950. Roy Paris was born in 1951. Roy would eventually marry when he was 16 and his bride was 15. They also had Wayne Aubrey Sisk Jr. and Sharon.

He was an ordained Minister and attend Skelton Freewill Baptist Church. He also was a member of Beckley Confrence of Freewill Baptist’s and the West Virginia State Association of Freewill Baptists.

He had won a Bronze Star and a Purple Heart during the war and survived till the end with Easy Company.

By the end of his days, he had: 4 granddaughters- Melissa, Laura, Amelia, and Sara, 4 grandsons- Jeffrey, M. Shane, Matthew, and Chad. He had one great-granddaughter, Ashley, and one great-grandson, Micah.

Skinny died July 13, 1999, at a hospital after a long sickness in Charleston, Virginia.

#band of brothers #profiles #real life band of brothers #real band of brothers #skinny sisk #wayne sisk

[enzoseven]

oldie

LyricsYo, shout out to everybody that worked on the album You feel me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie Ocean Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to L-Boy AwkBig eared bandit is tossing all his manners In a bag and wrapping them in seran wrap bandages Tossing 'em in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches So when he says "Catch up, nigga" it looks like an accident Um, flowing like my pad is the maxiest My bitch white and black like she's been mimicking a panda It's the dark skinned nigga, kissing bitches in Canada Then kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela Put her in the chamber all against her Wilt Chamberlain I never had a Reason, nigga I was just Ableton Not a fucking Logic contradicting dick head Flyer than an ostrich moshing in a tar pit Semen scented cheetah printed tee In that 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the season Previous items in the present With the normal ass past like I cheated on my team It's me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Golf Wang)To have some type of knowledge that is one perception But knowing you own your opponent is a defeating bonus I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is boneless Smiles of cowards in lead showers Dead spouses in red blouses Children who fled houses on Mustang horses and went jousting I'm on my Robin Hood shit, robbin' in the hood Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm stealing your rings Coke diamonds and your Vet, soldiers lace the fuckin' boot And salute like the troop when you shoot you gon' poop It's kill Hodgy, nigga, stay the fuck off my stoop And out my Kool aid, JuiceHodgy got the juice, I got the gin Jasper got the Henny, my nigga we get it in Wolf Gang party at the hotel I call a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes tell You know Left Brain need a freak I need a bitch to go down like a Nitty beat Yup, uh, and her ass fat Don't be surprised if I ask where the hash at Nigga I'm tryin' to smoke, bitch get higher Domo where that Flocka Flame? Talkin' 'bout a lighter Still bang salute me or just shoot me Cause if you don't salute me then my team will do the shooting Yeah my nigga Ace will pull the black jack The king Mike G is in the cut with the black mac Livin' like the Mafia, bitch, don't get to slacking up And if these haters actin' up, throw 'em in the aqueduct Free my nigga Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much But two bad bitches in front of me cunnilingusWhat the fuck is caution? Often I leave you flossin' and cause exes next to coffins Lost in translation, the dreams you chase Got you diving for the plates like you stealin' home base That's great, I'm home alone dreamin' of two on ones With Rihanna and Christina Milian, bring it on And Travis is in the closet organizing and hangin' the tramp Three lettermans that Ace has been making him No strays while we catchin' matinees, huh? I'm gettin' blazed thinking 'bout those days I had the top off the GT3 like toupees One finger in the air, all's fair when crime pays My grand scheme of things is to be attached To the game like bitches to their wedding rings And you don't even need to look cause we gleam obscene In the light, ride slow to my yellow diamond shining Like the Batman logo over Gotham, rock LA to Harlem If you say "get 'em Mike G" then I got 'em One man squadron, nigga I'm a problem From Briggs I got bars and plans to Pimp these Polish bitches into pop stars Humanity kills, we all suffer from insanity still And if I said it then it is or it's gonna be real OF 'til I OD and I probably will, uhIt's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby mommy popped With my other snobby bop, do I love her? Prolly not Know your shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin' drop Bitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay Cock I've been runnin' blocks since a snotty tot Big wheel was a big deal with the water Glock Now I'm all grown, sing songs just to give 'em watts Fire what I talk, but still cooler than the otter pop Op Dom neck shit in your wish list Mad sick shit, mad dick for your bitches On some slick shit, your mistress on my hit list And I'm lifted 'til I'm stiff out of this bitch Odd in your motherfuckin' area Blood clots give me five feet 'fore I bury ya Suicide flow, let the big wave carry ya Tyler got the mask like he held Jim Carey up And fuck your team, ho nigga wassup Wolf Gang so you know we not givin' no fucks You know me dog, I'm a chill in the cut so I can Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it upGet me a Persian rug where the center looks like GalagaRent a super car for a day Drive around with your friends, smoke a gram of that haze Bro, easy on the ounce, that's a lot for a day But just enough for a week, my nigga what can I say I'm hi and I'm bye, wait I mean I'm straight I'mma give you this wine, the runner just brought the grapes My brother give it some time, Morris, and Day Course you know the vibe's as fly as the rhymes On the song, cut and you could sample the feel Headphone bleed, make this shit sound real Used to work the grill, fatburger and fries Then I made a mil and them psychics was liars Now, how many fuckin' crystal balls can I buy and own Humble old me had to flex for the fogs Down in Muscle Beach pumpin' iron and bone Bumpin' oldies off my cellular phone Yeah, bumpin' oldies off my cellular phoneGoddammit, this rapping is stupid and it's hard Gotta do it over and over and over again but here I goHey it's Jasper, not even a rapper Only on this beat to make my racks grow faster Got a TV show, so I guess I'm an actor Pot head, half baked, lookin' like Chappelle Rollin' up a blunt with that fire from hell Still ignorant, still hit a bitch Wolf Gang, nigga, so I still don't give a shit Catch me in the back with Miley on my lap Bong rips as I feel on that little bitch catHah, nigga came through with a 9 bar real quick Just for the bitches, little bit of money in my pocket Fuck it, Wolf GangYeah, fuck that, look, the contrast is a pair of lips Swallowin' sarapin, settin' fires to sheriffs whips (Whoosp, whoosp) fuckin' All-American terrorist Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick And me? I just spent a year Ferrisin' And lost a little sanity to show you what hysterics is Spit to the lips meet the bottom of a barrel So that sterile piss flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is Narrow, tight line, might impair him since I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, wearin' pack of parasites Threw his own youth off the roof after paradise La di da di, back in here to fuck the party up Raidin' fridges, tippin' over vases with a tommy gun Never dollars, poppa make it rain hockey pucks And 60 day chips from fuckin' awesome anonymous Call him bloated 'til he show 'em that the flow deluxe Off the wall loafers, Four Loko, and a cobra clutch Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum And let me hit and beat it with a stick until the hole was numb The culprit of the potent punch Scoldin' hot as dunkin' scrotum in a Folgers cup, or Nevada Drivin' drunk inside a stolen truck, shittin' like his colon bust Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum Supernova, I'm rollin' over the novices I'm roamin' through the forest and spittin' cold as the porridge is Stay gold 'til the case closed and the story end Post mortem porkin' this rap shit and record it To escort it to the morgue again, lord of lips Bored of this, forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list Stormin' the gate, ensurin' the bass, scorchin' ladies Motherfuckers sore in torso and face Get at me with savages, have a pack of Apache Indian pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence As a matter of fact, your swagger is tacky So see me you can't like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi Back like lateral passin' With that motherfuckin' gladiator manner of rappin' As an addict I let percocets and xannies relax me Fall back if your paddies is Maxi, pleaseOF, shit that's all I got From my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac From that father figure Clancy to that skatey nigga Naks Shredding down 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the fuckin' block Storefront, knee tat Book cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks And grip tape, and my shoes Um, I was 15 when I first drew that donut 5 years later, for our label yea we own it I started an empire, I ain't even old enough To drink a fuckin' beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop This is for the niggas in the suburbs And the white kids with nigga friends who say the n-word And the ones that got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg They say we ain't actin' right Always try to turn our fuckin' color into black and white But they'll never change 'em, never understand 'em Radical's my anthem, turn my fuckin' amps up So instead of critiquing and bitching, being mad as fuck Just admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as fuck Bitches 

I don't own this lyrics I got it from odd future

[gerryconway]

My Alex Kurtzman story.

Alex Kurtzman is in the news right now, obviously, because he's the director of the much-reviled "The Mummy" reboot. For what it's worth, I kinda liked the movie, probably because my expectations were lowered by awful reviews, possibly because I generally like popcorn movies, and possibly because I worked for a year with Alex and his former partner, Bob Orci, when we were a lot younger and far less grey. But I'm not here to discuss the merits of The Mummy. I'm here to relate a story about Alex Kurtzman at 25 which proved to me that he and Bob were (and are) blessed by the Goddess of Good Luck.

In 1998 I'd been working in TV about nine years, and had experience as a mid-level producer on a number of network TV shows, most recently, at that moment, on an NBC show called "Players," which introduced Ice-T as an actor in the Dick Wolf universe. I'd worked on the pilot for the show, though I ended up receiving no credit, and as a result I developed a relationship with the head of TV development at Universal TV. When the show ended, Universal wanted to keep that relationship alive, so they offered me a pilot deal, along with a role as consulting producer on "Hercules: The Legendary Journeys."

Ostensibly, the reason I was hired as consulting producer was to provide "guidance" to the two new, and very young, co-executive producers who were acting as writer-show runners: Alex Kurtzman and Bob Orci. This was ridiculous on several levels. First, at that point, Alex and Bob had been on the show for several years and already knew more about it than I ever would. Second, though I was older than Alex and Bob, and had worked in TV a few years longer, I was by no means better qualified than they were: Alex and Bob had been to film school, knew the technical end of filmmaking much better than I did, and Alex, at least, had been part of the film community his entire life-- his father was an agent. Third, while I've always been realistic about my particular set of skills (I'm a skilled craftsman possessed of moderate talent), Alex and Bob were extremely bright and talented, and already as skilled at the craft of TV writing as anyone I ever worked with. So, despite my ostensible "leadership" position I recognized immediately the only guidance I could provide Alex and Bob was the reassurance that yes, indeed, they knew exactly what they were doing.

I could also introduce them to the concept of playing hooky as a team-building skill.

Let me explain. Producing television, under the best of circumstances, is an all-consuming, life-draining and time-sucking enterprise. People who don't work in TV imagine it to be a fun, glamorous, and joyful experience. And so it is, maybe fifteen percent of the time. The rest of the time it's hard work. Long hours (especially if you're a show runner) are the rule, not the exception. When I ran a show called "The Huntress" I typically put in ten-to-twelve hour days, five days a week, and another ten hours over the weekend. Family life disappears. Relationships strain. Tempers flare. If you don't find a way to make those ten hour work days fun, you burn out. There has to be more to your life than just making television.

Alex and Bob, I thought, were two very serious, very dedicated, very driven and ambitious young men (they were both about 25) in positions of incredible responsibility. They were writing all the time, pursuing both their TV career and outside screenplay work (they'd written a spec script with one of the best premises I'd ever heard and were shopping for a new agent). Without realizing it, they were on the verge of burning out-- at least, that's how it seemed from my point of view.

Alex was friendly and open, comfortable as a long-time member of the film community, a good-looking and smart young man. (I briefly wondered if I could set him up with my daughter, but she was in college in Washington, DC.) Bob was a bit more reserved, a bit more intense, but equally smart and equally good-looking. They were very much Generation X types-- self-contained, achievement oriented, earnest and, in my opinion, a bit tightly wound.

So, as their ostensible guidance counselor, I decided to encourage them to do something completely useless and irresponsible.

The first script I worked on for "Hercules" was based on an outline by another writer on the show, Paul Coyle. Paul really was a senior writer-- his career extended back to "The Streets of San Francisco" in the mid-Seventies. During a conversation at a story meeting with Bob and Alex, Paul and I discovered we were both fans of Las Vegas, though for different reasons. I liked Vegas for the night life, great restaurants, and relatively inexpensive hotels-- I don't gamble, so I always feel like I've taken advantage of the casinos underwriting the hotels, restaurants, and shows. Paul, on the other hand, was almost a professional poker player-- he paid his bills during slow periods by spending weekends in Vegas, picking up several thousand dollars a visit. The two of us, and a few of the other writers at the story meeting, waxed enthusiastic over the joys of Vegas, entertaining ourselves for a few minutes until we realized Alex and Bob were staring at us blankly.

Alex and Bob, it turned out, despite growing up in Southern California, had never been to Las Vegas.

I knew immediately what had to be done.

"Road Trip!!!"

Yeah, well, that's not what I said, but it's what I thought, and over the next couple of weeks I made the case that Alex and Bob and Paul and me (the other writers demurred) should take an afternoon flight from the nearby Burbank airport to Las Vegas, spend a night in the City of Sin, and return to Universal Studios the next morning, refreshed and less likely to burn out by avoiding, for one Tuesday at least, yet another ten-hour work day.

After only a slight hesitation, Alex and Bob agreed.

A week later we were on our way. Paul spent the flight explaining the in's-and-out's of gambling in Las Vegas to Alex and Bob, who said they never gambled before. Which games to avoid, which casinos had the fairest slots and best tables, how to bet and under what circumstances. Paul himself planned a night of poker at downtown casinos where the house took the smallest cut. From past experience he figured he'd clear two or three grand. For my part I advised Alex and Bob to catch a show. Don't bother gambling, I said, or if you do, just set yourself a loss limit -- in my case I allow myself to lose a hundred dollars at blackjack, then I'm done. The boys-- to me, they were always "the boys"-- thought that sounded sensible.

After a great dinner at a first class restaurant, we split up and agreed to meet for breakfast the next morning before flying back to Burbank.

I saw a show, played blackjack for thirty minutes, quit when I was up by twenty dollars, went to bed.

Next morning, the four of us met for breakfast as planned. I felt relaxed and content. Once again I'd beaten the Las Vegas system by not playing along. I hoped Alex and Bob had done the same. The point of this adventure, after all, was to help them unwind a bit. Losing a lot of money wouldn't exactly achieve that goal. So when we met up I was a bit apprehensive-- especially when I saw the glowering expression on Paul Coyle's face. He looked like a man who'd eaten the outside of a pineapple.

"Son of a bitch," he muttered. "Son of a bitch."

"Uh... How much did you win?" I asked.

"Eight hundred," he said. He glowered. "I lost eight hundred. Son of a bitch."

I turned to Alex and Bob. They were grinning. I'd never seen them so happy. "We won five hundred," said Bob. "Each," said Alex. "About. Maybe it was more. I think it was more." "We should come back," said Bob. "Definitely," said Alex. "This is great. This place is great."

"Son of a bitch," said Paul.

A few months after I left "Hercules" there was an article in the trades announcing Alex and Bob had sold their spec script to Richard Donner and were currently in negotiations with Donner and Steven Spielberg to write a sequel to "The Goonies." I sent them a bottle of champagne with a note of congratulations. Alex and I met for lunch. He was excited and happy and I was happy for him and Bob both. "It's amazing," he told me. "Donner took us in to meet Spielberg and pitch him our idea for the sequel. Spielberg liked it and right there said, let's do this, picked up the phone and told his producer to make a deal with us. Like he was ordering a pizza. Just amazing."

I wasn't surprised. Like I said, Alex and Bob had written a terrific spec script with what's still the best premise I've heard for a thriller (so, naturally, it's never been produced). They were hard working, driven, talented and ambitious. And as their night in Vegas proved, to me at least, they were and are two very lucky sons of bitches.

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A Black James Bond ?!

Recently I heard a rumor that I admit made me slightly aroused with excitement. Word on the streets is my adopted father Idris Elba may find himself portraying the most badass figures in literary and film history, James-Goddamn-Bond. As a fan of Luther, and Elba’s other works, I was pretty fuckin’ stoked. In my opinion, Idris Elba is a truly spectacular actor, and also as a fan of the Bond films I am curious to see his follow up after Daniel Craig's awesome run. In my excitement I took to social media to make my excitement known and too revel in the possibilities, this was, of course, a fatal error. As pretty much everyone knows at this point, the internet is not a place to express your joy and happiness, because the internet feeds off of them and spawns hatred. That hatred manifests itself in the form of people who are pissed off about a black James Bond.

Yes. In 2017, there are people who have so much free time and so little to truly care about what they have to spend their limited time on this earth bitching about a black James Bond. Now, of course, I recognize that this is only my opinion and in all reality, it is but a drop in a bucket of rainwater, none the less this is something I think we should be examining. While I do think it’s a silly thing to care about in the first place, I can’t deny I understand why this might be a hot topic in today's climate. Race seems to be a very divisive topic these days, and this is, of course, a subject that is centered around the race of a widely admired and traditionally white character. That being said I think the fact that I just used the word “character” should be taken into account, James Bond is indeed a fictional character and not a historical figure. If you had Spielberg pitching movie ideas about a Vietnamese Abraham Lincoln I would understand the outrage, but in this scenario, James Bond was never real in the first place. I think that this distinction kind of opens the door for interpretation and further plot development by fans of the said character, for an example just look to the disturbingly large world of fan fiction. If some thirty-year-old dude can write uncomfortable sexual stories about scandalous trysts between Boromir and Aragorn why can’t Bond have some melanin? I don’t see anyone getting mad at some of the downright scandalous shit I've seen on Harry Potter message boards.

Now before I get into the meat of my own views, it is only fair to try and get to the heart of the outrage the best that I can, obviously I might not get it right but believe me when I say this is my best attempt. It seems that there is a lot of scapegoating going on today between many communities, and regardless of the merit of these accusations, a lot of it is being directed towards the Caucasian population. As a person of color, specifically a racially mixed individual, it looks like being white eats a bag of dicks. I mean even white people hate white people right now, I have a white friend who shits on white people all the time. Yes, white people have done some things in the past that would most likely get you tried for crimes against humanity today, anyone who denies that is a fool. That being said, as a person of mixed race, a large portion of that mixture being French and Canadian, there is a lot that caucasian nationalities have contributed to the world and those, as well as the atrocities, need to be considered in equal measure for the sake of harmony. Again I can see why white people who some might say have been under attack lately, might be feel a little strange about the usually white Bond being Black now.

Now, while i do understand that side of the argument and WHY one might feel upset about such a change in such an iconic character, I think it’s fuckin’ silly. I have seen the comments and arguments people have left on social media and other internet forums, and while I see the reasoning behind some of them, the majority of them seem like the blind babblings of stupid people. I actually saw a person on a facebook post say “James Bond wasn’t black”, yes they said “wasn’t”. Actually you silly bitch, James Bond WASN”t real in the first place so in all actuality he can be whatever race they want him to be and it is just as valid as the works considered “canon”. I admit that I may be a little biased as someone who has african descent, it would be kind of cool to see a black Bond, but for me atleast that is the most inconsequential part of the rumor. If Idris Elba was white I would still think he was a good actor, and I would be just as excited for him to be the one taking over one of my favorite film characters. Even acknowledging this bias though, I have never really been one to get upset over changes like this, it’s a very passing consideration for me. When I saw Matt Damon inexplicably playing the lead in a movie about China’s greatest landmark I thought it was a little odd, but as the movie itself looked silly I didn’t have two shits to give. When Scarlett Johansson was cast in the live action Ghost In The Shell movie, I noticed the strange decision to not use an asian actor in the role, but it barely registered beyond that acknowledgement. Ghost In The Shell also turned out to be pretty damn awesome too so that might have helped. In the case of Idris Elba as Bond, Idris Elba as an individual, disregarding race is about as fuckin’ James Bond as you can get. He’s tall, he’s a god damn beautiful man, he’s smooth as a babies ass and he is still british. I mean for god sake Pierce Brosnan was Irish !! They hate the British and no one even said shit about that !! Idris Elba is actually British and actually could be a convincing choice, but people are getting hung up on such an inconsequential thing. I mean are you gonna get pissed if you're gardner shows up and isn’t mexican? I could just be a naive millennial, but it really does seem like a silly thing to get hung up on, no one is saying a black Bond is better, it’s just something new and that in itself should be exciting too any Bond fan. I mean shit I love Harry Potter, but I sure as hell wouldn’t mind seeing a hood version with Morgan Freeman as Dumbledore. Lord of The Rings is sick … but an Ecuadorian Frodo would still merit a viewing from me because I love those movies so goddamn much. I feel the need to once again reiterate that this is purely my opinion, but none the less I felt the need to express it.

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                                                                            AUGUST  2017

 *****Bill Murray and the rest of the Murray brothers are opening a Caddyshack themed restaurant in the Plaza hotel in Rosemont, Il. They opened a similar eatery in Florida in 2001.** Bill Murray also got the ESPY for Chicago cubs best moment. Michelle Obama honored Eunice Kennedy Shriver at the ESPY’s for the Special Olympics.

***** Tarantino is doing the next Manson movie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*****Dec. 2017: Psych the movie. YES!

*****Some republicans are working on introducing a bill that would force future Presidents to release their tax returns.

*****Alice Cooper discovered he had a Warhol, “little electric chair”, 40 years after the fact. The find was rolled up in a tube in a storage locker.

*****It is so funny how Kelly Ripa looks so happy and bright when Anderson Cooper is on but not so much when that boar Seacrest is next to her.

*****Days alert: Sami will be back in the fall and look for her and Nicole to clash. We will see more of Xander but Dario is headed out of our lives. Chad and Gabby are over and look for Chad and Abigail to reunite if she survives. Is Ben Weston back in town or just in Abby’s mind? Did she see him the night of Deimos’ murder? Could she be the killer and could Chad be protecting her as she has been protecting him?

*****Another victim of John Wayne Gacy was recently identified as Jimmy Haakenson, a Minnesota runaway.

*****The Rockford Peaches are being celebrated .  July 27 brought hundreds of girls and women to Beyer stadium in Rockford to play. Some of the 40’s and 50’s peaches were in the movie “A League of Their own” ,that sparked a resurgence in interest. Also in the works just across the street is The International Women’s Baseball Center.

***** Did you ever notice how often Kroger products are used on television? I am forever seeing their store brand in scenes across many networks in many scenes. I think it is because they have a very generic look.

*****It sounds like the Richard Pryor story will come to the screen. It should be exciting with Tracy Morgan as Redd Foxx and Oprah as Pryor’s Grandmother.

*****CBS and the BBC are joining forces in the tradition of Edward R. Morrow who used to report from the BBC.

*****Two topless women jumped on stage in Germany to protest Woody Allen as he played clarinet. The women read a letter Dylan Farrow once wrote to her father that alleged sexual abuse. Security guards took them away amid boo’s from the audience. Allen called the incident “stupid.”

*****Steve Martin and the Steep canyon rangers have a new album, ‘The long awaited album.’

*****Bill Brady is the newest state senator in Illinois. Is there finally an end to the budget crisis in the state? Several states have these issues but Illinois has been at the bottom of the heap, rated junk. Now that a few republicans have crossed the line to come to an agreement, can they start to pay all the bills they owe?**Chris Christie has helped to lead New Jersey to the bottom as well.  They closed parks and beaches due to financial constraints. He used a beach that had been closed to the rest of the state for his 4th of July celebrating. He basically told the people that if they were Mayor, they could use the mayoral house to do it themselves but they aren’t.  The only good it seemed to do was the fallout helped him reach a decision about the budget so things could reopen.

*****Jawara Mcintosh, son of Peter Tosh, is in a coma after being beaten in a New Jersey jail.

*****OMG: Does everyone know that the NRA lobbied to be sure that there is no central electronic database for gun records? When police are requesting registration on a gun after an incident, the centers 50 employees must search thru microfilm or boxes of paperwork. How do they sneak this stuff in without alarms being raised? We must pay attention!! Let’s change this for the cats at the ATF tracing center.

*****Germany has legalized same sex marriage.

*****VP Pence tells us: “Under President Trump, American security will be as dominant in the heavens as we are here on earth.”

*****Hobby lobby owners are putting together a Bible museum. They were caught smuggling black market antiquities out of ISIS territory. They claim stupidity but were warned before they even started this venture. Luckily, the artifacts were intercepted by the government and returned.

*****Hooray for Ronan Farrow and others who are working hard on the voter ID mess. Conservative politicians need to quit targeting minorities and the poor and just let us all vote.  Let’s just keep things fair, is that too much to ask?

*****I am intrigued by the ads for the new show Guest Book on TBS.** People of Earth is back!!

*****The Government ethics director, Walter Shaub resigned. He claims there were many conflicts of interest and the White house fought him every step of the way. He has seen nothing like it in any republican or democrat administration.

*****HBO’s tour de Pharmacy was funny and had so many famous faces. The faux doc included references from Arby’s to a small misshapen penis and was narrated by Jon Hamm. The cast includes Mike Tyson, Will Forte, Orlando Bloom, Kevin Bacon, Maya Rudolph,  Jeff Goldblum, Danny Glover, Freddie Highmore and Julia Ormand. I was a bit uncomfortable at the Lance Armstrong stuff. He was worth a chuckle at first but it got old. I admit that he is not my favorite person. I guess you gotta take the $ where you can.

*****The History channel ran a doc about Amelia Earhart. The claim was that there was a pic that may be Earhart and her navigator Fred Noonan after she disappeared.  This leads one to believe that they were taken prisoner by the Japanese. A history blogger disagrees , saying that the photo is from a book published 2 years before they were lost in 1937.

*****The impeachment marches seemed to get zero coverage. There were a few small mentions a couple of days later but for the most part they were ignored.  I am so glad I was there. The people are speaking. The media needs to stop bending over backwards not to poke the bear and let us speak! I am glad the media is making us aware of all the lies going on in the White house. It would be refreshing to get away from the talking heads once in a while and take it to the grass roots resistance growing. Hasn’t this been part of the problem all along? Isn’t this what everyone bitched about right after the election?

*****Volvo will go totally electric or hybrid starting 2019.

***** The Emmy noms have been announced with some surprises. The biggest travesty is no nod for Michael Mckean for Better Call Saul. Some nominations were well deserved  though. Lead actress drama should go to Keri Russell but Elisabeth Moss and Viola Davis are awesome as well. Some of my other faves were Bob Odenkirk and Matthew Rhys for actor in a drama. Big little lies brought 2 lead actress picks for Nicole Kidman and Reese Witherspoon but Feud has to win for either Jessica Lange or Susan Sarandon or both. Feud is loaded with noms for costumes, director, music, hair, and supporting actor for Stanley Tucci, Alfred Molina, Judy Davis and Jackie Hoffman. Rupaul is the only thing going in the reality category. In comedy there is Jane Fonda and Lily Tomlin as well Julia Louis Dreyfuss and a lot more for Veep and Atlanta. Jeffrey Tambor, Zack Galifinakis and Donald Glover are my tops for comedy acting.  The best in drama are Better Call Saul, Stranger Things , The Americans and The Handmaids tale. Variety is a tough category with Full Frontal, Kimmel, the Late Show, the late late show, Last week tonight and Real Time. The immortal life of Henrietta Lacks and Dolly’s Christmas movie are both up for a vote. Voice animation has Kevin Kline, Kristen Schaal and Nancy Cartwright. Animated shows include Archer, Bob’s Burgers and the Simpson’s. Bill Nye saves the world, Drunk History , SNL and Portlandia are up for production design. American Horror Story: Roanoke only got a couple for hairstyling, sound editing and prostetic makeup. Supporting acting comedy is hard to pick with Louie Anderson, Tony Hale and Alec Baldwin for the men and Vanessa Bayer, Leslie Jones, Kate Mckinnon, Judith Light, Kathryn Hahn and Anna Chlumsky for the women. What? Another travesty, o love for Keenan Thompson?  Guest actor include Carrie Fisher, Melissa McCarthy, Wanda Sykes, Tom Hanks, Dave Chappelle and Matthew Rhys.I am all the way with Alison Wright for guest acting in drama. The host category has Snoop and Martha, Alec Baldwin , Rupaul and W. Kamau Bell. Variety specials and sketch shows are filled with genius like Louis C.K., Sarah Silverman, Colbert’s election night and Documentary now! In the documentary category there is The Beatles :8 days a week from Ron Howard. Informational specials Inside the actors studio, Leah Remini: scientology and star talk: Neil deGrasse Tyson are nominated. Good luck to all!

*****Ken Burns is bringing us The Vietnam war in September which took 10 years to make.

*****Kid Rock has announced a senate run.

*****Jimmy Carter is out of the hospital after he suffered from dehydration. He was working on a house in Canada for habitat for humanity.

*****Word is that the ratings for the new Kelly and Ryan show are not too good, the same with Megyn Kelly’s new NBC show.

*****Sturgis is back on August 4 in South Dakota.

*****HBO is bringing us a doc on Steven Spielberg that is narrated by the man himself. Susan Lacy is director and producer of the project.

*****If you haven’t seen the funny or die with Al Franken and David Letterman, you must check it out. Look up years of living dangerously: Boiling the frog.

*****Fox likes to pretend that scary clown is more of a leader than he really is. They kept running a scroll across the bottom as the G-20 was going on that ‘Trump presses Putin on meddling.’ Did he really? We will never really know and if he did, it was just for show because he is adamant that he just wants to move on.  Putin tells us that Trump accepted his version of events. This is really no surprise since scary clown attacked his own intelligence community on foreign soil and said that he was honored to meet Putin. The man is SO Putin’s bitch.**After Trump tweeted that he and the Russian President had talked of a joint impenetrable cyber security unit, he got much backlash. John McCain and Kyle Griffin both stated that Putin should be good at that since he is the one doing the hacking. The President talked a lot about faith in his speech in Poland. As he gets older does he think more about these things as age can make you do or does he shield himself with it? **Ivanka sat in for her Father at some of the summit.  It did not seem that the other leaders were too big on seeing him anyway. I don’t think Trump has the confidence to talk with the big timers anyway. He seems to be more of a one on one guy which was what he was doing.**Of course we then learn that there was a second private meeting and who knows what that was about.**On June 25th the House backed a new package of sanctions against Moscow, North Korea and Iran. The bill prohibits scary clown from waiving penalties.** Russia has already retaliated by seizing American diplomatic properties and ordering the U.S. embassy to reduce staff.

*****Don Jr. has now been caught in multiple lies about the Russian lawyer they met with on trying to find dirt on Hillary. How many times will this family and their team lie to us?? There were more people there than they originally told us including a lobbyist that was ex counter intelligence. They claim that candidate Trump had no idea of the situation. Do they think we will believe that? We are in fact now hearing that he orchestrated his son’s response. Is Trump that stupid or does he just play an idiot on tv? Will he sacrifice his own son? Why is it that Manafort and Kushner are never far away from the trouble?  The team tries to act like this Russian mess is something anyone would do. They are so far removed from honor and decency that they do not seem to know any better. They have no idea how real people operate.** We have soldiers on the Russian border that are protecting people from Russia and these yahoos think it is perfectly fine to work with them to fuck up our democracy.** BTW, The President can’t pardon someone on state or foreign charges but he can pardon on federal charges . Could all of the liars get away it? ** How long will the “we are stupid and know what we do” excuse work for these Trump voters? Who can still support a family that just keeps lining their own pockets with their clout? ** The Don Jr. legal fees are being paid in part by the 2020 Trump campaign funds. The President wants the RNC to pay the rest. ** Kushner has now been speaking casually with the feds. He came out to make a small speech after the first day that told us how innocent he was. Scary clown and his fam seem to love the country waiting for their every move.

*****Saw this on a site and wanted to share:

                               Parable of the talents by, Octavia E. Butler

Choose your leaders with wisdom and forethought

To be led by a coward is to be controlled by all that the coward fears.

To be led by a fool is to be led by the opportunists who control the fool.

To be led by a thief is to offer up your most precious treasures to be stolen.

To be led by a liar is to ask to be told lies.

To be led by a tyrant is to sell yourself and those you love into slavery.

*****Teen birth rates have declined 9%, the lowest ever.** About 3 ,000 women from other states come to Illinois each year for abortions.

*****Jodie Whittaker will be the first female Dr. Who as she becomes the 13th Doc.

*****I hear that the packet received when someone takes the oath to become an American citizen still has a letter from Obama.  I guess the new administration hasn’t had time to think about welcoming new Americans.

*****The hit show, Insecure is back for another season.

*****PBS has a new season of Finding your Roots. They have already revealed that Larry David finds out that Bernie Sanders is his distant cousin.

*****Employees in a Ford plant in Ohio found a mil in weed from cars that were assembled in Mexico.

*****A show on the History channel is trying to answer the questions that have come up in recent years about H.H. Holmes being Jack the Ripper. The grandson of America’s first serial killer is leading the charge and he seems a bit disappointed whenever they hit a wall. I guess if you already know that your Grandfather was a killer, what’s a few more? The program drags everything out as these History channel shows tend to do as they repeat themselves over and over. Sometimes when they get some info, I wonder why they only follow part of it. For instance, they tested the DNA which MIGHT have belonged to a victim. The DNA did not match the grandson but did they put their findings in a database to see if there is some familial match elsewhere? They could possibly find out this way if the scarf was indeed at the crime or if the DNA belonged to later handlers of the scarf.

*****Joel Clement, former director of the office of policy analysis and the U.S. interior has been moved to the advisory office of natural resources revenue.  He is one of fifty who this administration moved on June 15. He is a scientist who helps endangered Alaskan communities. Joel speaks out publically about climate change and believes this is an open and deliberate effort to silence scientists and eliminate employees that disagree with them. He is now officially a whistle blower.** It seems to me that having Trump as President is like having a really shitty Father.  The family just has to go out and find their own way and we must keep trying to get him out. Until then, the Governors, the Mayors and the rest of us have to figure out our own ways to save the planet and help others in spite of him. We must counteract all the damage he is causing. Think of the children that will be scarred with all this chaos by these ‘children’ that are trying to run the country.

*****So, again there have been alleged shady police doings. Every time a cop plants evidence or does not turn on a bodycam we lose faith. Law enforcement has such a hard job and we want to believe they will be there for us.  They are supposed to be taking care of us and I am sure most officers are people we can look up to but these bad seeds must be made to pay.

*****It is so strange that John McCain is fighting for his life as we are tackling this whole health care mess. He has great health care and we all wish him well. Do he and his Republican cohorts want us to have the same? Why don’t we all deserve the same chance? A perfect example is right in front of them and they should all pay attention. I think most of them believe in God. Could this have been sent as an example?  The ACA has worked wonders, let’s fix what isn’t working and quit obsessing over repeal and replace. Many Democratic senators are trying to get to infrastructure and other bills. It is unbelievable that we pay these people and give them awesome insurance while they have been obsessed with this health care subject and losers in it for all these years. Who keeps voting them in??** Before they all get their long August vacations , our lawmakers voted to begin debate for repeal and replace. In the end all their votes failed and McCain cast the decisive ‘no.!’ We must not forget to thank Collins and Murkowski who were in there all the way.  If it somehow hurts their manhood to call something that may be a good thing, ’Obamacare,’  then call it the ACA. History will give Obama credit even if they don’t want to and I don’t think he will care what it is called now as long as it helps people.** Word is coming out that Republicans used tax payer funds to denigrate Obama’s health care bill.

*****People of Earth is back from Conaco on TBS.

*****The podcast ‘You must remember this” is concentrating on Jean Seberg and Jane Fonda this season and their similar lives. It is a fascinating look at the beautiful and talented actresses.

*****Norm Macdonald’s podcast recently featured a great interview with Letterman.

*****The Borg/McEnroe movie starring Shia LaBeouf will open the Toronto film fest.

*****The new obsession for Trump is the incompetence of Jeff Sessions.

*****Do you ever think about the fate of the many extras/actors that we’ve seen a thousand times in the opening credits of famous shows?  How about the nurses running in M*A*S*H or the people on the streets of Chicago on The Bob Newhart show? We see them again and again from the singing and dancing on The Drew Carey show to the photos on Law and Order. We do not know these people but they are a part of our life? Hats off to them!

*****American Horror Story : CULT will premiere on Sept. 5. Season 7 will add Billy Eichner, Billie Lourd and Lena Dunham along with regulars Evan Peters and Sarah Paulson, Mare Winningham and Frances Conroy. Twisty the clown is back in a story inspired by the 2016 election.  The first teaser was fab and a bit Pink Floyd: the Wallish and is set in Michigan.

*****Kevin Spacey will play Gore Vidal.

*****People have been talking a lot about the recent viral videos of a woman killing her sister and the boys who let a man drown while making fun of him. These things have been around forever with “entertainment” like Faces of Death and snuff films. Things have become more main stream with social media but one can’t help but think of the final Seinfeld episode. The prosecution of the Seinfeld four when they laughed at the fat man getting robbed was like seeing the future.

*****A lot of military personnel are claiming there is a lot of extra training going on. Is something big being planned as we argue about the other stuff in front of us? ** Scary clown tweeted to us all about how transgender military personnel have no business being there. He talked with his Generals but he did not say they agreed with him. He complained of the “tremendous” medical costs but studies show that 5 times as much is spent on Viagra.

*****OJ Simpson was moved to a more secure part of the prison after he learned he would be set free later this year. Rumors are spreading that he will tour with his former victim that spoke at his hearing.

*****Sean Spicer resigned after Anthony Scaramucci (who some call a cartoon Guido) was named communications director. Ivanka and Trump met with ‘the Mucc’ for an hour and a half and then Trump called him many time before this all came down. Sara Huckabee Sanders is the new press secretary. A friend said that if Melissa McCarthy took on Spicer on SNL then it makes sense that a man should do Sara. BTW, what was with Scaramucci giving Sara hair and makeup advice? WTF? Word is that Preibus fought it all the way but he is kissing ass all over the place now. The whole affair got us our first on air briefing in 22 days. I can’t help but wonder how Spicer feels to be a lil’ blip of a joke in history. **Scaramucci deleted many old tweets he had praising Hillary and supporting stronger gun laws as well as putting down Trump and climate deniers. He is also kissing his new Messiahs bottom all over the place. The new guy acts just like his boss with an expletive filled interview that puts down everyone around him.  I don’t feel a bit sorry for Priebus or Sessions, they knew what they were in for. These tactics make the loyal evangelicals look like the mob. They will sell their soul and put up with this crap to get rid of the transgender soldiers and Planned Parenthood. Trump seems to like an opportunist and is probably happy to have a new hate buddy.** This month in the circular firing squad, part of Trump’s legal team , Mark Corallo was out then Sr. asst. press secretary Michael Short was out, then Reince Preibus was out . General john Kelly is the new White House chief of staff after Preibus served the shortest term I history. Kelly was first offered the position in May.** As I post this, we have learned that Scaramucci is out.

*****Some Scary clown supporters are crowing about low gas prices and low unemployment numbers but who do they think set all that in motion. Some would argue that Presidents don’t often have much to do with gas prices. But I wish they would say what we all know , that Obama was the one who sorted out the last Republican fallout. ** And right wing pundits.. Could I ask you to please stop calling the middle of the country ‘Trump country?’ We are smarter and more diverse than you think.** BTW, heard a great line this week which is essentially the meaning of the word bully. “Trump acts like a weak man thinks a strong man should act.” I thought that hit the nail on the head.

*****They say Trump is looking into the pardon process and exactly what his limits might be in other areas as President. The conclusions of Ken Starr’s office about Presidential prosecution say, “It is proper, constitutional and legal for a federal grand jury to indict a sitting President for serious criminal acts that are not part of, and are contrary to the President’s official duties. In this country no one is above the law.” Noting the constitution’s speech or debate clause: “If the framers of our constitution wanted to create a special immunity for the President they would have written the relevant clause.”

*****Dhani Harrison will release a solo album on Oct. 6.

*****Mick Jagger turned 74 with the release of 2 new songs, Gotta get a grip and England lost. He needed to get out his own anxieties about the new world we are all living in.** Publisher John Blake claims he has an 80’s memoir written by Mick but that he is not allowed to publish it.

*****Sarah Silverman is bringing ‘I love you America’ to Hulu on Oct. 12.

*****Scary Clown 45 promised to bomb the shit out of ISIS. He has been doing a lot of air attacks which are not much talked about. In these attacks almost as many civilian deaths have occurred as in all of Obama’s time in office.** We are only 5% of the world population, quit acting like we own the fuckin’ universe!

*****American white supremacists are funding Europe’s white nationalists to try to take over border control themselves. A ship was chartered called the C-star by a group calling themselves Generation Identity. The group claims they want to deliver Muslim immigrants from the Mediterranean back to the Middle East. Beginning in France, the group has spread to Italy, the Netherlands, Austria and Germany. They say they want to defend Europe and Davis Duke has tweeted out a link to their fund raising page. They are using maritime law as an excuse to come to the “aid” of the immigrant boats.

*****How creepy was this whole Boy Scout jamboree speech? It does not get more wrong than that.

*****NBC Sports has signed Dale Jr. as a commentator.

*****Paris Jackson and Macauley Culkin got matching tattoos the other day.

*****2018 will bring us new comics of Nightmare before Christmas.

*****R.I.P Loren James, John Blackwell Jr., Nelsan Ellis, Sheila Michaels, Theresa Poehlman, Fresh Kid Ice, Maryam Mirzak Hani, Neil Welch, George Romero, Martin Landau,  Chester Bennington,  Liu Xiaobo, Irina Ratushinskaya , Michael Johnson, Leonard Landy, June Foray, Barbara Sinatra, Stubbs the cat (Mayor of Talkeetna, Ala.), Jeanne Moreau, Sam Shepard and John Heard.

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Romeo and Juliet

Chickpow here: I found an old disc/floppy disc in my attic containing a lot of very old fanfiction from authors and websites that are either gone or taken down. I am not the author but I would like to share what I’ve found. if you find the author please let me know so I can credit them properly. Thank you and enjoy

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Romeo and Juliet

Okay, lets get started. First and foremost, I don’t own anything and I am completely broke. But thanks to DBZ there is a story, and thanks to dear old Shakespeare, it is almost original. Now this story is rated NC-17. Get some lemonade, it’s hot. Yaoi, Goten/Trunks, and lots of fluff. Be warned.

 Romeo and Juliet

By: Melly-chan

 Junior Hopkins High School for boys. The dubbed, Hell on Earth. It is a nice campus, if one cared what a prison looked like. To the students, it is ultimately a joke. All the classes are ride through and even a jock can pass.

Why the school is announced as pristine is beyond me. It sucks. The teachers suck, the classes suck, hell even the students sucked. But who am I to say that, I am one of the students.

One good side that the school possesses, is that Gohan had not attended. It is all I need to spend another year in his shadow. Constantly being sold as the ‘let down’ of the family.

"Chichi is such a nice woman and Gohan is so intelligent. I wonder what went wrong with that youngest though. He is a strange one."

Okay so I never exactly heard anyone say that, but I know they thought it. How could they not? In all truth, I am the strange one. My mother, the kind loving soul who hit people with frying pans. My brother, the nerd who loved

books more than freedom. Goten, myself, the strange one.

I admit, I have done some things in my life that do not constitute my family. Scaling the side of skyscraper being one. Braking into people houses being another. But I didn’t steal anything, I only rearranged the furniture.

Sometimes I can’t help but wonder if they had actually liked it better that way. . .

Mother had heard about the ‘great’ school and had signed me up.

"The curriculum will be hard. Maybe that will get you to study more. For one thing, it will keep you out of trouble."

Yeah right.

The only other good part about the lame ass school, is that Trunks shares in my boredom. Bulma had taken mom’s advice and had enrolled him. It they thought that would solve the problem, they forgot one thing, the only reason

we got in trouble in the first place was because we were together.

Solve it, right. Like enrolling us in some lame school is going to beat us into being their little puppets. Some children that they can shape to there will. Mom had been lucky with Gohan, but she would get no such satisfaction out of me. I am my own man.

So here I am, at school. Again. The sky is blue. The grass is green. What more description do you need?

Trig; snoozer. History; tu forte? French; Bonjour un sucer. Who cares.

Theater Arts. Now there’s a class. You could literally fall asleep and maintain that perfect A. The teacher didn’t care, so long as you participate when needed. That is why the class is last period. All the snoozers, like

me, would join just to goof off for the last period of the day before we goofed off at home, or wherever our fancy leads us.

The best part is that Trunks is in my class. We are the clowns you see, we upset the class, speak ‘shocking’ and always get away with it. Who didn’t love us. Plus, out teacher was about the only female on campus. And we are

the hottest guys. Get my connection?

It wasn’t like that really, but she did have some interesting thoughts in her head.

That’s for damn sure.

Today is like all other days. She talks we pretend to listen. And then she hits us, with the killer, the ultimate ki blast, the mother of all shockers.

"We," she meant this class, "are putting on a play. It will be Romeo and Juliet."

"Alright!" Some one yelled. "Your gonna bring in some babes for us to kiss!"

"Wrong. This is an all male school and so this will be an all male production."

"What?!"

I couldn’t have heard her right. She wanted us, a bunch of teenage boys, to perform in the most romantic, tear jerking, dramatic love story of all time, and she wasn’t going to grant us the knowledge of a female role? No! This

was not happening. Men do not kiss men. Men only kiss girls. Is she demented or something?

Why ask, she is.

The classes response ranges like my own.

"Why that one?"

"The school insists on Shakespeare."

"But why that one? Why not Hamlet?"

"They are not going to accept violence in the school. So no wars."

"But Ms. Keene, that is just sick!"

"I don’t want to hear another word. I have already decided. And knowing you, I have already selected the roles. They are posted in the back you can read them on the way out."

With that, the bell rings. I have no intention of checking that list. I do not what to be a part of this play. As far as I am concerned, I would prefer being a stagehand, or even a light person. There was no way they were going

to get me on stage, and in tights no less.

Several boys leer at me on their way out the door. Their expressions ones of amusement and humor. What crawled up their butts?

Trunks enters my line of sight, and I glance over to him. He is relaxed, waiting for the crowd to diminish before he attempts to read his part. He is calm and laid back. I don’t know whether that is because he is confident he

knows what part he is getting, or if it is just the way he feels today.

Only a few scragglier are left behind, and Trunks and I move forward. The list is long, given the size of the class and the number of parts. Near the bottom, I find Trunks’ name. Romeo. No surprise. Then I find my name.

"JULIET??????? You have got to be kidding me!!!!!! I am not going to play some girl! There is now way, you can’t make me!!!"

"Goten, calm down." Ms. Keene says. I pant furiously. How dare she cast ME as the girl. The one that has to kiss. . . . Gulp.

I’m going to to have to kiss Trunks.

The room suddenly starts spinning.

"Goten!" Trunks calls as he grabs my arm, attempting to steady me. I’m going to have to kiss him. . . .

"Goten, It’s not that bad. Your best friends right? Your friendship should be able to pull you through this. Come on, this is nothing."

Nothing she says. I am going to have to kiss my best friend. Several times. On stage. In front of everyone!

Hell no everything is not okay.

How do they expect me to take this? They are going to put me in a dress, stick me on stage and demand that I kiss Trunks. The world is ending. It must be. Since when did the schools come up with such perverted ideas. Making two boys kiss in public like that. What do they expect, a Grammy?

Hello no. Even Steven Spielberg wouldn’t go this far.

My life is hell.

Have I already said that? No? Well then here, I will say it again, my life is hell.

I look at Trunks’s unemotional face. One of his many features that he had inherited from his father. He revealed nothing. Even his eyes showed nothing but a dank emptiness. His reaction was a mystery. Well, he is on the

receiving end. He has to be feeling something. At least he doesn’t have to wear a dress.

"I suggest you boys sleep on it. You will be more comfortable with it in the morning."

Bloody hell, no.

The next day, I feel worse.

"And how is Juliet feeling today? Getting ready for that big smacker?"

"You say one more word to me, punk, and you wont have a smacker, or a life force for that matter."

"Oh, my sweet little kissy pooh." He obviously had heard the recent conversation. "Why not share a kiss? I’m sure ol’ Mr. Hefty would love to let you do a little number on his science desk."

This time, I do hit him. But not hard. Well, not by Saiyan standards.

He doesn’t speak again for a few more weeks.

Theater class is even harder. Ms. Keene hands out our scripts. "Now, I want you to be fully dedicated to these parts." She says. "I know it will be difficult for you, but the play is not that hard. You will get it. Trust me."

Trust her. Ya right, she cast me as the girl.

"Goten, I know this will be exceptionally hard for you, but just know that it is all acting. It is fake. And you have no way out of it."

Kissing noises come from behind me. Satisfaction would be to throw a large ki blast at them and see them wallow in their misery. The bastards.

"Rehearsals will start on Monday. Have a nice weekend."

Bitch. Nice weekend in deed. What weekend do I have to look forward to? Life is hell, this is my hell.

There is no way I am telling my family. Then they would want to come to the play and I’ll be damned if I let them see me in a dress. I was better off saying nothing. If I am lucky, they won’t say anything.

The weekends are always too short, and the week too long. But this time, it feels like it will never end, and for once, I am not happy about that.

Trunks decides to show up early Saturday morning. He’s dressed to spar, and I don’t need to ask. We know.

Mom on the other hand, does not.

"Oh, Trunks. It’s nice to see you. What will you be needing today?"

"I came over to spar with Goten."

"Is that all everyone ever does. Spar? You know, I am getting very tired of hearing that. All you men ever want to do is spar. Can’t you think of any better way to pass your time, like studying."

"I’m sorry Chichi, but we can’t help it. It’s in our blood."

"Oh, just get out of here, the both of you. And you better not come home all bloody again."

"Yes mom."

After living with a Saiyan, and two half Saiyans in her house for so many years, is she still yet to realize that it is our nature to fight. There is nothing we can do about it. It is an impulse.

We land in a clearing, deep inside the forest. We don’t come often to this particular spot, but is has been used several times. All one needs to tell that is to look around. The clearing is wider then it should be, trees that

were pulled up and tossed aside. A memory comes to me, one where Trunks had used a tree as a baseball bat, and my head as the ball.

Sure we could get vicious, but it was all in good fun. Nothing more.

Trunks lands in the center of the clearing, and removes his CC jacket. The coat is mindlessly tossed aside, and Trunks crouches into a fighting stance. I follow his example, and the battle is on.

We fight for hours, neither getting the best of the other. We are equally matched. Trunks lands a blow in my cheek, I feel the skin tear slightly, but I shake it off. He is rewarded with a jab in the stomach. You know, basic,

fun fighting. Nothing too bad.

Afterward, we are bruised and bloodied. So much for mom. I lay on my back and stare up at the trees. The day is slowly fading into night. The blue sky turns red and orange. The stars begin to sparkle.

"What are we going to do?" Trunks asks.

"I don’t know. Prissy Ms. Keene decided we would be perfect for the roles, and it looks like she has her fat heart stuck on it."

"It’s going to be so weird."

"Tell me about it."

"Promise me one thing."

"Ya?"

"It won’t. . . It won’t damage our friendship. You know, we’ll be cool with it."

"No prob."

On Monday, there was a problem.

"We will not be learning the play straight through, we will be learning it sections at a time, and I have already mapped out the schedule. Since we have four weeks to do this play, we will be practicing for an hour every day

after school. That will give us over an hour and a half every day. Now, there are five scenes in Romeo and Juliet. For your benefit, I shall label them. First, there is the party. And yes, this is the kissing scene. We will

be doing this scene the last week before production. Second, the balcony scene. Now I have checked, and it never mentions them kissing, so you get out of it. Unless you annoy me and I change that. Third, the battle and the

honeymoon. No comments there. Fourth, the fake death, and Five, the dramatic end. This week, we will start with the death and end. They are the shortest scenes and I want to get you in the mood. Then the balcony scene, the battle and then, yes, the kissing scene. We will meet on Saturday before opening night for a dress rehearsal. The play will run for a week. Got that cleared up? Good, now I’m tired of talking, start."

God, that woman could talk. She spent most of class period belting out that little monologue.

I am not thrilled about this at all. How the Hell am I suppose to act like a woman? I don’t want to! If things had turned out to my liking, I would be one of the lucky few who were placed in charge of the set. They didn’t have to memorize lines, they didn’t have to wear a dress, they didn’t have to kiss their best friend.

My life is hell.

For a week, I get to play dead. For a week, I get to memorize stupid lines for a role I don’t want. Not to mention that this friggin’ Juliet has about a million lines in these scenes. God, who cares. Do we really need to listen

to this chick talk to herself? Give me a break!

Unfortunately, life did one of its twists. They say that times goes by when you’re having fun. Ya right. Whoever said that needs to be drug into a dark alley and shot. I was most definitely not having fun, but time flew by. It

was like time had decided to get the easy stuff over with, and bring on the parts I could live without.

All too soon, it is week four.

The dreaded week.

The poisoned week.

Monday, was cool, we spent most of our time setting up the props on the stage. No prob. Tuesday, we memorized lines. Wednesday, walk through. Thursday, day off to get fitted. Oh, the agony, I look like a girl in that dress. They even bought a wig! Sure the wig was nice, it looked real, but it was going to be on me! And I was going to be in a dress! With makeup! My life is hell.

Friday, the last day. Tomorrow will be the dress rehearsal, and then, the play. Can I just curl up and die right now?

Today, she decides to act through the scene. Straight through, she says, no breaks.

The kissing is at the end of the scene.

I do well in spite of myself. Maybe acting is my thing, but then, that doesn’t mean I have to like the role.

Trunks is good. He maintains his unemotional façade, untouched by events. Some times, I wish I had that ability. To remain so cool, so calm, so calculated. To not have anything effect me, to be indifferent. You have to

admire that about Trunks. He could look like an emotionless bastard on the outside, but you just know that inside, he is screaming.

"Alright, here we go. The last section. Boys, and Goten, get prepared for the kissing scene."

She really is sick.

I stand in my spot, waiting. I do not want to do this. With everyone around, everyone watching. I do not want to kiss him in front of them. Not in private. . .

Whoa, Hello! Where did that thought come from? God, this stress is getting to me. I just implied kissing my best friend in private. What is wrong with me? Okay, shake it off, here we go.

"If I profane with my unworthiest hand,

This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this:

My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand

To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss." Trunks acted.

"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,

Which mannerly devotion shows in this;

For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,

And palm to palm I holy palmers’ kiss."

"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?"

"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer."

"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do.

They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair."

"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake."

"Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take."

Trunks move in closer. His lips right above mine, close.

I laugh. The mood is broken, I know, but I laugh. The boys with the sets had stopped to watch, the extras in the seats, they all laugh. I can not help myself. My face turns red. I bend over, holding my stomach. I laugh.

"ENOUGH!" Ms. Keene bellows. The laughing dies down. "I will not put up with this. You have one day, one day to get this right, and if you laugh again," she points to me, "You will get a drop F."

Talk about initiative, my mom would flip if I failed the class. I had to talk her into it in the first place, now I might lose my freedom of choice, forever. I can not fail the class.

I look over to Trunks, as always, a mask of indifference. He had not laughed.

The theater empties, soon only Trunks and I are left.

"I don’t want to fail." I say.

"I know, I don’t either." He looks at me, "We are going to have to get this right."

"What should we do?"

He sighs, "Practice, I guess."

Practice? He wants to practice kissing me? You have got to be kidding me! Wait, what about that thought I had had earlier, in private. What did that mean? Do I want to kiss him? Do I want him to kiss me? I furrow my eyebrows, thinking.

"Goten."

"Ya?"

"Let’s get out of here. It’s depressing."

I shrug.

We fly above the town. I follow Trunks. When we land we are at the edge of a cliff. The desert is spread out before us, we are alone. Trunks walks to the edge of the cliff and sits, dangling his feet over the edge. I follow.

We sit, silent. Nothing, but the sound of the air, the day.

"We are going to have to do this."

"I know." I say.

Neither of us move, and time stands still. I don’t want to make the first

move.

Trunks looks at me with his emotionless eyes. His jaw is set. He looks into my eyes, and I wander. I have never realized how very blue his eyes are. Dull, yes, emotionless, yes, but strikingly blue. Blue like the sky, when

the rain has cleared and the sun pours through. Blue like a waterfall, that cascades over a cliff and into the murky river. Blue.

How could I not have noticed? His eyes were always there. As far back as my memories go, he was there. I eyes, his hair, his lips.

His lips.

He moves closer, and I am silent. My breath is in my throat, and I wait. His lips touch mine, so slightly. Feather soft, hesitant. I close my eyes.

He kisses me. His lips pressed to mine, almost forcefully. His hand at my neck, pulling me closer.

My blood is rushing. My head is soaring. Electricity is shooting through my veins. I grab his shirt, my knuckles white.

The kiss goes on. His hand on my back, on my neck. His lips on mine.

His mouth opens, his tongue rubs my lips, pleading.

I open.

His tongue enters my mouth, hot and dominating. I melt. Our tongues dance, rubbing, tasting, demanding. So good.

Trunks.

Trunks!

My eyes shoot open and I pull back. I am breathing hard, and so is he. He looks at me, questioning.

His eyes, God, his eyes. The emotionless veil had been lifted, and in his eyes, I see everything. At the forefront, love.

I feel faint. He loves me? When did that happen?!?

"Trunks?"

"Goten. . . I, I wanted to tell you. I did. I know that you are not that way, but please, listen. I have loved you for as long as I can remember. I never dated because no girl ever compared to you. You are everything to me. Please, I know you don’t feel the same, but remember, you did kiss me back."

"We. . . we were practicing. . ."

He looks at me. I feel small. What am I to say? He is holding his heart out

in his hands and I, the blubbering idiot, can not think of what to say!

"Trunks. . ."

"This got weird didn’t it?"

I look up, "Huh?"

"We promised it wouldn’t get weird, it did. I’m sorry." His eyes were emotionless again. Trunks stands up, gives me one last look, and flies off. I can not make a sound.

I sit for long hours. Thinking. About the play, our promise, and Trunks. It had felt so good to kiss him. I could melt into a puddle of eternal bliss. I have never felt this way before. I have kissed girls, many. But this was

new. This was like a romance novel. You never think I could possibly be as good as they describe, but this, it is. In so many ways, if not better.

I can still taste him in my mouth. Still feel the aftermath of his kiss. If I try, I can feel his tongue touching mine. Savoring me.

When did I get these feeling? Just days ago, hell just hours ago, I refused to kiss him. I protested, loudly, but now, all I want is his lips on mine.

Romeo. Trunks.

The play. I open my eyes. I will show him tomorrow at rehearsal. A smile spreads across my face. Life is good.

I get there early. The early bird gets the worm, well the early Goten gets his man.

Trunks is late. Fifteen minutes, he is late.

I have already been stuffed and prodded into my dress and wig. Thankfully no makeup today. Where is that boy? If I must suffer through wearing a dress, the least he can do is show up to kiss me.

Half an hour.

"Where is Trunks?" Ms. Keene asks redundantly. Right, like I hadn’t noticed.

"He better get his scrawny ass here soon. . ."

Scrawny? No way Ms. Bitch, his ass is not scrawny.

Where is he?

The back doors fly open, and Trunks enters. Fashionably late.

I nearly faint. He is wearing form fitting black pants, a tight black tank,

and his favorite CC jacket. He looks hot, as usual.

"Well, Romeo finally decides to show up. An excuse maybe?"

Trunks flashes her a grin. "Nope."

His eyes scan the stage, they go right over me. A frown is on his beautiful face.

"Well lets get started." Ms. Keene says. Trunks disappears into the back to get dressed.

Rehearsal starts. It goes smoothly. No mistakes.

Then I enter. Trunks looks at me. Does a double take, and his eyes widen. I guess he didn’t recognize me.

I say my lines.

He speaks, like in a trance. His eyes never leave me. Everyone thinks he is

acting. Pretending to be love struck. But I see his eyes. He is.

He loves me.

I lean forward, and he kisses me. Line, kiss, line kiss. Three kisses. Each

as soul shattering as the last.

The boys chuckle off stage. The play continues.

I die and he holds me in his arms, sorrow in his voice. He cries over me and

for a moment, I fancy the truth. Would he cry over me, if I really died?

Yes.

The play ends, my head is on his chest, in death. He can not fake death, his breathing is fast and obvious.

The curtain closes and I stand up. Trunks follows. I look at his eyes and for a moment, I see a flash. Pain?

"Trunks. . ."

The curtain opens and the rest of the boys climb onto the stage.

"Good, that was actually good. Do it like that next week, and you will all get A’s. Dismissed."

I glance at Trunks before I head into the changing room. It feels good to get out of this ridiculous dress.

Trunks is waiting at the door when I exit. He turns, silent, and walks. I follow. We walk across the city, the long way to his house.

"Trunks."

He turns.

"I need to talk to you. About yesterday."

He flinches and turns away from me.

"I. . . I know I hurt you. I didn’t mean to, really. I didn’t know. I had no

clue. But now. . . now I can see it. I know you love me and. . . I love you

too."

"As a friend right?"

"No."

He turns back to me, his face full of hope.

"I love you Trunks. It took your kiss for me to figure it out. But I do love you, as a boyfriend, a lover, a husband. Whatever you want."

Trunks stairs at me. His breaths are slightly labored, and his lips are parted. I see doubt cross his eyes. I grab his hand and take off for a more secluded area. We end up in the park. Trees surround us. I pull him into my

arms, and kiss him with all my might.

His hands wrap around me and he takes over. His tongue delves into my mouth like it had before. The kiss is deep and intimate. The kiss of lovers. Two star-crossed lovers.

I smirk, maybe the play wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

 *****

Now, on opening night, I am dead nervous.

I feel like vomiting. My dress feels too tight, my head is dizzy, I am miserable. Trunks comes up behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders.

"Breath, just breath. Everything will be okay. Calm down."

I take his advice and breath. It does help. Trunks wouldn’t lie to me, everything will be okay.

"Hey guys!" Some kid says. "Everyone is here! The play is packed! Hey, Goten, I can even see your family."

WHAT!!!!!!!

I hadn’t told them anything about the play. They couldn’t have known. I stick my head slightly out the curtain and look into the audience. Sure enough, there they are. Mom, Gohan, Videl, Pan, and little Goku, the newest

addition to the family, sitting next to Trunks’s family in the middle of the auditorium.

I start to hyperventilate. I can’t breath. My family is here. They will see me in a dress, as a girl, on stage. Kissing Trunks. Okay, so I had planned to tell them some time, but not so soon! Even Vegita was out there!

"Whoa, Goten, are you okay?" Trunks says.

"Do, I look, okay?" I gasp.

"Well, no. You look like you are hyperventilating. What’s wrong?"

"My family is here!"

"You didn’t want them here?"

"NO!"

Trunks’s face turns red. "Um, well, I, um, well, that is. . ."

"What?"

"I kinda told them."

"YOU WHAT???"

"Shhhhhh." Numerous people call, finger to mouth.

"You invited my family to see me in a dress???"

"It wasn’t like that! The subject kinda came up one time and I mentioned that you had a lead role. They said they wanted to come."

"Did you tell them what the play was?"

"Well, no, I-"

I almost faint. My head swoons and I am on my way to the floor. Trunks catches me, of course, but how could he? He told my family to come, but didn’t mention I was playing the girl?

"Goten! Goten! Come on, come on, wake up. Your okay, everything is okay. Wake up."

I groan. "I’m gonna kill you Trunks." I slur.

"Okay, okay, you can kill me later, but right now you have to wake up. They

play is about to start."

I groan. I don’t want to do this anymore. My life is hell.

I sit in a chair, my head between my knees, trying to compose myself. I didn’t go on until the end of Act 1, but that was the important scene. The scene where I kiss Trunks.

I by time I get myself composed, it is time to go on. I pull my head up, and enter the stage.

I murmur goes up among the crowed. I hear some people commenting on what a pretty girl Juliet is. I hear my family gasp. I hear Vegita laughing.

I hear myself dying.

I deliver my lines perfectly, the way I am suppose to. Get your mind off the crowd and do your job, I tell myself. Easier said then done.

Trunks enters, wearing his tights and tunic. His legs are shown off perfectly and for a moment I feel jealous that all of these people get to see him like this, and not just me.

I hear Vegita laugh again.

The moment has come. The kiss. I can almost hear my mother holding her breath. She knows what is suppose to happen.

We kiss. Once, twice, three times. The kissing scene is over. We lived.

After that, I lost myself in the play. The words envelop me and I can see nothing but Trunks, and me, and the stage. Nothing else matters.

We lay dead at the end, the curtain falls.

Cheers rise up from the audience and I pull myself up off Trunks’ chest. We line up for our bows, and the curtain rises. Everyone is on their feet, cheering. Even my family, Trunks’ family, and Vegita. It was exhilarating,

to be up in front of so many people. To be cheered and loved for the performance. The experience is deafening. I feel alive and excited. All to soon, it is over.

I remove my costume quickly, making sure to get every dab of makeup off.

I exit the auditorium, and mine and Trunks’ family are waiting for us on the corner. Trunks is leaning against the wall, waiting. I give everyone a nervous smile.

"Goten, you did great." Gohan says.

"Ya, uncle Goten, you did real good as a girl, he he he."

"Pan, stop that." Gohan said to his young daughter.

A smirk is on Vegita’s face. But he remains silent.

I feel incredibly nervous. "I hadn’t meant for you to come."

"Why not honey?" Mom says.

"Um, well, I, didn’t really want you to see that."

"Oh, it’s okay honey, you were only acting."

That’s what she thinks. I meant every word.

Talk about your acquired situation. What are you suppose to say when your family has seen you perform as the opposite gender? Have a nice day? See you later? Austa Lavista?

I can not wait to get out of here.

 *****

By the end of the week, I finally felt better. With each performance, I felt more comfortable, and the pre-performance jitters disappear by closing night. The crowd response became even more exhilarating. It quickens my heart and swells my head. I did good, and they were open to show it. I didn’t mind so much that they though me a girl, but their response, wow. I feel alive with their praise. It would almost be as good to get the praise

from Trunks.

Or perhaps better.

As it is, the play is over. No more after school practices. No more stolen kisses in front of an audience, no more Ms. Keene getting kinky ideas.

I am going to miss it.

I roll onto my side, a Saturday morning. The sun creeps in through my window, pertaining to the wondrous day. I pull my arm up over my head, not wanting to wake up. My bed is warm, comforting. I can spend the day there.

My door bangs, loud enough to make the wood split and take my ears with it. I roll onto my stomach, not wanting to acknowledge it.

"Goten!" Mom calls. I put my pillow on my head.

"Goten! Get up, it’s a beautiful day, don’t spend it in bed!"

"Goten! Trunks is here to see you."

That got me. I leap out of bed and race to my dresser. Cloths fly, I search for clothes, good clothes, sexy clothes, anything! The banging has stopped. I hear a click behind me, the door opens.

"Mom, I’m-" I blush. It’s Trunks.

His eyes examine me, take me in. I am only wearing boxers. He licks his lips; my blush deepens. He shuts the door behind him, and walks toward me. His eyes flash.

He wraps his arms around me, muscular, strong. His lips reach mine and our eyes close.

I breathe him in. Musk and life. Our tongues touch, a mating dance of their own.

My door bangs again. We pull away from each other quickly, and face the door.

"Goten, get outside. The day is too beautiful to waste." Mom again. Do you think she suspects? Does she know?

Most definitely not, she would faint.

I turn back to my dresser. I still need clothes. I open the drawer and search through the neatly folded stacks. Trunks reaches around me and pulls out his own selection.

He presses himself against my back.

"Wear this." He whispers in my ear. Tingling. His hand is on my bare chest, his mouth at my ear. My pulse quickens, my breath harder.

His tongue is at my ear, kissing, caressing. I shudder and lean my head back. His tongue traces my ear, his mouth nibbles the lobe. My eyes are closed.

He pulls away. My eyes shoot open and I look at him.

"Get dressed."

I get dressed, I hop into my clothes as fast as possible, Trunks stands there, watching. A blush is on my cheeks.

I pull my shoes on and Trunks opens the door.

We fly. We fly out into the forest away from everything. Are we going to spar?

We land in the woods, not our typical fighting grounds. There is no clearing, just trees. Trees all around us, towering above us.

Trunks leaps. He catches me off guard and knocks me over. Only he falls with me. My eyes widen. He is on top of me, pinning me down. His legs are straddling my hips, his hands on my chest.

His eyes are clear, full of love. They burn with intense emotion.

He kisses me. Urgent, needy.

His warmth surrounds me, hot and pulsing. His hands move on me, tracing and touching. I moan into his mouth. He un-tucks my shirt from my pants and slips his hands inside, against my skin.

"Maybe you shouldn’t have dressed at all." His voice is thick and hot. Passionate.

He pulls my shirt up and off. His mouth is on me again, on my chin, my neck, my chest. I loose myself in his touch.

My hands are on his neck, encouraging. His mouth kisses me, his tongue leaves wet trails against my skin. His mouth covers my nipple and I scream out with pleasure, jutting my hips. He smirks, nips, hardening and

caressing. He moves to the other. My pleasure is intense, consuming.

His mouth moves lower, tracing my stomach, circling my navel. I shudder.

His hands are at my hips, at my waistband. My pants are opened and removed, my boxers follow.

I am left naked, and loving it. I am breathing hard, and so is he.

He licks me, I moan. His tongue surrounds me, lapping and consuming. My hands dig into his hair, my hips jerk. He takes me into his mouth and sucks. I cry out and thrust my hips.

His hands go to my hips, holding me down, his pulls back and his tongue is on me, creative and hot. The fire inside of me is building and it consumes me, growing, engulfing. I reef against the ground, consumed by the intensity of the presser growing in my groin. The fire grows, scorching my soul and spreading.

I lose myself.

I spill my seed into his mouth. I cry out.

He swallows as much of my seed as he can, then licks my skin.

I start to descend from my high, my sexual ecstasy. I look into his eyes. Love.

I pull myself up onto my elbows.

"Your still dressed." I smirk.

I pull him into me, kissing him. I can taste myself in his mouth. My hands travel along his back, and down to his tight ass. I squeeze. I break the kiss and move along his skin, his neck, his ear. I undo the top button of his shirt and my mouth moves to the revealed skin. Down, down.

He is on his back, breathing hard. His shirt is open and I pull it off. I kiss him once again. His hips press against mine and I feel his throbbing need. Time to take care of that.

I slip my hand inside his pants and caress his ass.

He moans, his eyes close and he tilts his head back. I open his pants and shove them down his hips. He wiggles, moving his pants lower down his legs. His manhood is pressed against his boxers, aching.

I press my lips against his stomach, just above the waistband, teasing. He groans, clutching my hair, encouraging me to continue. I play with the waistband, just to torture him, before I remove the remainder of his clothes.

He is laying naked before me, glowing in his sweat and need. He is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Perfect in every way.

I lower my mouth to his hardness, taking him deep into my throat. Trunks shakes under me, jerking his hips.

I suck for a few minutes before pulling away. He groans at the loss and looks up to me.

I smile softly and lower my mouth to his. We kiss deeply, lovingly.

"Goten, I-"

I cut him off by straddling his hips. His breath catches in his throat and

he looks up to me.

Words are lost, and he enters me. His length fills me, hurting for a moment, but then I am lost in my pleasure, my completion of being joined by my love. We move together, lost in our rhythm. Lost in our pants, cries, and growing exhilaration.

I feel myself building again, climbing the age-old ladder of ecstasy, the fire building inside of me, growing and spreading once more.

With a final thrust of his hips, I am sent over the edge, I cry out. Trunks looses it at the same time, he pushes deep inside of me and empties his seed, he screams.

We collapse, a jumbled heap of limbs, in the aftermath of our love. I feel whole.

*****

At school we are forced to act indifferent, separate, from each other. It is nearly too hard. To act like friends, and nothing more. To be distant and lost in my schoolwork. How am I to survive without screaming to the world

that Trunks belongs to me. Without threatening everyone who gets to close?

I can feel his presence in the school, and it nearly undoes me. To have my love so close and not be able to be near him. To listen to lame ass teachers lecture about history. I can’t wait until school ends, and then maybe Trunks

and I can go out, alone.

Lunch is the only reprieve I can get. We sit in a corner, separate from everyone.

"So what should we do about dad?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don’t know how my dad is going to react to this. At least your mom is predictable, Chichi will probably faint, but my dad, I don’t know. We are either going to be excepted or beaten."

"I don’t know what to tell you Trunks. He never mentioned his beliefs before."

"Ya, I guess we will just have to tell them, and see. But we can tell your family first."

"Mine? Why not tell your family first, they would probably take it better."

"Well, I want to see your mom’s reaction."

"You already know what will happen. What about your dad?"

"That can wait. Now your family, they are the ones that get emotional about stuff."

"Well your family are cold, ruthless bastards."

"We are also royal."

"Royal pain in the asses."

"You know you like it."

"You know you want it."

"You suck."

"Well, you swallow."

That got him. A blush set on his cheeks. He stands up and grabs my arm, pulling me from my seat. I stumble to get my footing.

He drags me out of the cafeteria and into the hallway. As I am pulled down

the hall, the warning bell rings and students begin to rush to class. But still, Trunks continues.

"Trunks, the bell, we are going to miss class."

No answer, save for a small grunt. We reach the end of the hall and the tardy bell rings. So much for classes.

Trunks pulls a door open and shoves me inside. It’s a janitor’s closet. It is almost large, but narrow. Surely bigger than what they are rumored to be.

He pulls the door closed behind him and locks it from the inside.

"Don’t say things like that unless it is an invite."

With that, he leaps at me, grabbing me around the waist and capturing my lips. His hands are busy at my clothes.

"Trunks. . . school. . ."

"Like I care."

With that, off come our clothes. My back is pressed against the wall and Trunks’ tongue is all over me, tasting, touching. My protests die away, I submit. His mouth covers my throbbing need and I stifle my moans.

His hands roam my skin; I melt. My hands reach his shoulders, pulling. He moves from me, making me gasp at the loss. I look into his eyes.

"We don’t have the time."

He kisses me, and lowers us to the floor. The coldness is against my back. His hand presses my thigh, pulling it up, I move my legs up and around him. Silent, he thrusts into me. I bite my lip.

He moves, faster and faster. I grit my teeth to keep from crying out. The moment is getting closer. I pull his head in for a kiss, we reach our climax. His scream is lost in my mouth.

"Trunks." I pant. Slowly, my head begins to clear.

The doorknob shifts. My head snaps up. A curse is heard through the door and footsteps, walking away. Trunks and I exchange a glance.

We jump to our feet and scramble to our discarded clothes. We pull them on frantically. Trunks finishes first, I hop to the door, pulling my shoe on.

Trunks peaks out the door, then pushes it open. I run past him and down the hall. He locks the door, from the inside, before he follows me.

Minutes later, the janitor arrives with a set of keys.

We decide to tell our families as soon as possible. Basically, that means in as many days as we can dare keep a secret from them.

We settle on Friday, the end of the week and a whole weekend to get use to it.

I can’t tell whether the day came too fast, or not fast enough. On one hand, I want to push the day away, dreading what would happen, people’s reactions. On the other hand, I want to get it over with so I can get back to being

with Trunks. I other words, I am miserable.

Trunks decides to go out on Thursday, just to get our minds off the inevitable. I knock on his door to pick him up, Vegita answers.

"What do you want, brat?"

"Trunks and I are going out."

Oops, bad choice of wording. Vegita doesn’t notice.

He scowls at me, and walks away from the door. I walk in behind him.

A few minutes later, Trunks comes down the stairs, beautiful as always.

We turn and head for the door.

"Trunks! Get over here brat!"

Trunks stops, grimacing, and turns to his father. Taking a deep breath, he walks over to Vegita. He is sitting in his favorite chair, apparently relaxed.

I follow Trunks to his father.

"Now brat, you should know better than to keep a secret from me. Don’t think you can fool me for one instant. But if you are going to do something like that, then don’t forget," he looks at us, "how to mark your mate."

I pale. He knows. How did he figure it out? How long has he known?

He turns away from us, closes his eyes, and begins his meditations. I turn to Trunks, the color is gone from his face and he is just as shocked as I am.

Wordlessly, we leave.

"How. . ."

"I don’t know. I didn’t think dad had figured it out."

"What did he mean, by ‘mark your mate’?"

"I don’t know."

Something in the back of my mind begins to bother me. Something I should now, should remember. But it is out of my reach.

Later that night, as I lay in Trunks’ arms in the moonlight, I remember.

"Gohan."

"What, is he coming?"

"No, I just remembered. After Gohan got married he came home with a mark on

his neck."

"What kind of mark?"

"A bite mark."

"Why would Videl bite him? I mean it is kinda kinky and all, but was is necessary?"

"Your dad mentioned marking your mate, Gohan came home with a bite on his neck. Do you think that could be what your dad meant?"

Trunks looks at me, searching my eyes. He tilts his head, reveling his neck.

I gulp and lower my head to the base of his neck and lick the offered skin.

I bite. My teeth delve into his skin, bringing blood. I shudder. Something inside of me fills, like it was filling the whole of my soul.

Trunks bites my neck as I lick at blood from his wound. We are now life mates.

Friday comes, as it usually does.

I bring my family to Trunks’ house. We decided to tell them together. They sit in their living room, chatting.

I take a deep breath, preparing for what is going to happen.

"Mom, I’m in love." I announce.

"Oh, honey, that’s nice, but is this the place to be telling me?"

"Yes," Trunks interrupts, "because he’s in love with me." He takes my hand, reassuringly.

The room is silent. Then the eruption.

"WHAT?!?!?!"

"But, what, Goten, this can’t be, you can’t be, no! I won’t allow this!" Mom says, she looks faint.

"On Vegitasei it was customary for members of the same genders to mate. And as you can see, it is too late." Vegita pulls Trunks’s collar away from his neck, reveling his bite.

Mom faints. Gohan catches her before she reaches the ground.

Overall, Everything has gone as planned.

Trunks and I leave the commotion of the house. We fly up to the roof and sit, gazing at the stars.

"Goten, I was thinking. By Saiyan tradition, we are life mates. But in human tradition, we are not excepted. But even so, I would like you to be my husband." He pulls two wedding rings out of his pocket and holds them out to

me.

I smile softly. "Trunks, I love you. Of course I will marry you."

"Then, by yonder blessed moon I vow, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops-"

"O, swear not by the moon, the’ inconstant moon

That monthly changes in her circled orb.

Lest that thy love prove likewise variable."

"What shall I swear by?"

"Do not swear at all

Or, it thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,

Which is the god of my idolatry,

And I’ll believe thee."

"If my heart’s dear love-"

"I love you."

"I love you."

Fin

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