5 things men hate to hear:

“My last boyfriend…”
All we can say is, why? Why mention that your ex was a jerk? Why mention that you and your ex are pals? Why mention how great he treated you?  Why mention your ex, period? Whatever you say, all we will hear is, “I’m going out with you, but I’m still thinking a lot about another man.” Although men like to compete, they don’t like to do it in a relationship with men who aren’t even in the same room.

“Do you mind if I take this call?”
Of course we mind. We won’t say we do, but we do. So unless it’s a dire emergency involving your kids or grandmother on her deathbed, let your voicemail pick up. Trust us, an hour paying attention to your date won’t kill you.

“So how do you feel about abortion?”
This type of question is known among men as a litmus test—a touchy topic that women raise to gauge whether we’re politically, morally, or spiritually on the same page as them (the death penalty, gay marriage, and the war in Iraq also fit the bill). Sure, we probably have strong opinions. But we’re not interested in getting into them with you, at least not yet. After all, this is a date, not debate club. Let’s have fun and save more heated back-and-forths for later.

“And then I found this cute pair of sandals…”
Granted, you and your girlfriends can spend hours gushing about shopping, shoes, and new hairstyles. But you’re not out with your girlfriends. You’re out with a guy, remember? And same as how we wouldn’t subject you to talk about stocks or our favorite sports teams, please, do us the same favor.

“How do you feel about having a family?”
Pop this question during those first few dates, and most men will assume your biological clock is ticking fast—and that’s not a good thing. It’s not that we don’t want families, many of us do—it’s just that we like to get to know a woman first. And we like to know you like us as more than just as a potential baby-making machine. After all, where’s the romance in that?

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The evening was rather pleasant.  With the sun resting on its final moment on the red sky, Marcus and Trench knew the night was going to be interesting.  Trench had convinced Marcus to attend one of his financial meetings to boost his convidence during business transactions.  The evening was a lost anyway, so Marcus agreed to accompanied him to his so call special transaction.

We pulled in the parking lot of the Marriot Hotel around 7pm.  The parking lot seem pack.  Cars and Suv from every business man and women in the Tri-State area aligned neatly in rows as to say that there was order to this madness.  I knew it was going to be a busy night.  Before we could enter the main lobby of the hotel we were interupted by someone.

“Trench, Hey Trench, Is that you?  Ahhh man who would have thought?”  The graining voice yell from across the parking lot level.

“Oh shit, its Crazy Will and his buddies, just keep walking.”  trench immediatly replied.

“Whats up, is something wrong, whats the deal?”  I asked panicking.  I know how trench sometimes conduct business that can normally leave a sour tatse in someone’s mouth.

“Nothing Marcus, just keep walking” he shouted, leaving no doubt that this confrontation was not one of those happy one we usually get from our biker friends.  So I kept walking. But not for far.  Two more of Will’s gonies turn the corner blocking us from the main lobby and cutting us of from escaping a confrontation.

“Hey Trench, I would say you and your friend was trying to escape me, please tell me I’m igmaging things”  Will said as he approached us.  His 6′3 frame more intimidating than his voice, and with the 357 Luger strapped at his waist, didn’t leave much thought of a friendly conversation in anyone’s head.

“You got it wrong, Will.  We’re just late thats all.  But what can we do for ya, since we’re going to be late anyways”  Trench smart mouth spitted back at Will and his goones. 

“So sorry, you’re going to be late”  Will utters as he lunged forward to deliver a sweetly packed punch to the mid section on Trench.  The sound of that punch crackled even my ribs as Trench curls over holding his belly.  I knew that this was not going to be good in anyways, since 2 of Will goones already had their heat pointed to our heads.

Read the full story of Marcus and Trench In

Cutting Corners By Michael Freeman this August in Bookstores.

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Please watch and leave your opinion on the Topic at hand…

http://www.cnn.com/video/partners/clickability/index.html?url=/video/health/2007/03/17/snow.homosexual.baby.cnn

Thats crazy. I really don’t think that being gay or a liklihood of being gay is a characteristc noted or defined in someone’s DNA gene map. If thats the case they can pretty much determine who has the genes to murderers, rapists, etc. Whats next, modifying the human genome to rid us of all negative aspects on human evolution.

The fact to the matter is human’s still have that major life changing factor that most God Playing bastards seems to forget. And that is CHOICE. We have choice to choose what we want to do with our lives and how we want to live it. I can have that gene to be gay, to be a murderer, to be a fighter, but its still up to me to choose if I want to go down that path.

Also, life has a funny special way of weeding things out and correcting our faults and mistakes. We have evolved to the present. Over millions of years, this is the product of what we have been, what we have struggled against, and what we have overcome. Now for us to alter that change, that evolution, this outcome, would be throwing a wrench into the works.

For the parents of such unborned children that would even consider a drastic change such as this, remember that you’re limiting your child and removing one aspect of their choice, thus eliminating a course in life that probably would be better for them as individuals.

But what do I know….

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 It seems that all good things must come to an end.  Well, at least latly thats been my train of thought.  I lost my uncle leonard last week.  He was the victim of the dreaded Gangrene infection to his right foot. 

My uncle was a proud man.  A man that suffered a lot of trials and tribulations in his lifetime that most may take for granted.  His biggest obstacle was he could not read or write, and while that may cripple most individual, Uncle Lenny was determined to continue life the way he wanted.  His infection became known more than 5 years ago.  He was under treatment for what doctors called “wet gangrene also know as gas gangrene.”  Just recently, around December of 06, the doctors advise him to lose the leg.  His answer to their suggestion would be the end of things he knew and the end of his life.

I loved my uncle.  As anyone would love a family member.  Some of my life’s lessons was taught to me by him.  And even though I find it hard to forgive him of making a decision that would untimatly take his life, I respect him more for fighting it out and living the life he wanted.  He did not want to be look upon as a handicapped, a battle he fought his entire life, because of his situation.  And to the last conversation we had, he was always concern about others instead of himself. 

He died unfairly in my eyes, but he died a man that I will never forget.  I pray that God places him among the brave men and women that made their choices in life to live life as they seem right and not to give in to life’s ridulous status quo.  I love you Uncle Lenny.

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Today I recieved news of a friend passing.  While it was more of a honorable and fulfilling passing it still pains me much to hear that he will no longer be around.  One of my Best friends, Ben Andrews, his father, Mr. Andrews saw his last sunrise on this very day. 

Mr. Andrews was an Oracle in more ways than one.  He’d never tell you flat out no or yes to a situation but said enough for you as an individual to make a choice and thread the right path.  He was a friend that I would spend enless hours talking about what we tend to think is normal but in reality the word ”normal” is in itself an adnormality.  Things like that which usually would be the conversation of your therapist or something, but you felt his concern in his every word. 

 ”Who’s right and who’s wrong is the wrong way to approach any situation”  he once told me.  I replied by asking him ”Wasn’t that wrong what you just said?”  “Its right what I said but its wrong what you ask” He gently replied.  To this day I’m trying to understand what he meant.  But if you would begin to grasp on what we were discussing you’ll see that he was a deep thinker.  And by his expression to life you tend to think yourself.

 But, most def, a friend, father, and teacher has passed.  But he will be remembered for his bright spirits and his love that he showed so many.  We all love you Mr. Andrews and you will be missed.  Spread your wisdom on us in abundance.

 Mr. Andrew’s Wake will be held on Tuesday Feb. 13th, 2007 from 3pm to 5pm and then again from 7pm to 9pm at 191-02 Liden Blvd., St. Albans NY.  His Funeral service will be held at the same location on Wednesday Feb. 14th.

 The Family’s Home address, if you would like to send a card or your condolense, is 991 Delaware ane, Baldwin NY 11510

Please revisit for updates on the wake and funeral…

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Hey folks.  Just a simple reminder to keep your eyes out for my book that will be hitting the shelves of your local bookstore and library near you.  The title is “Cutting Corners” by  the author known as (((Free))).  Its a great book on the lifestyles of the modern day Sportsbike rider and all its short comings.  Check it out, August 07, and of course I’ll keep you posted.

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We all too often take it for granted, push it away, or simple just abuse it?  Some of us really don’t know what it is and furthermore cannot phathom or understand it.  While this word is the most famous of words in the english language and it represents a vast array of emotions and feeling, the question still remains, “What is Love?”

While I know that everyone has their own opinion about what Love is and what part it has played in our lives, I’m still oblivious as to what the true meaning is.  My world and understanding of such a word can only go so far and I beg of you to share what you feel Love is, how has it affected your life, and how do you interact with it on a daily basis?  Please leave as long of a comment that you feel fit.  I’ll start it off, so please read mine.

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It has come to my attention that upon receiving a gift from a loved one, you must immediately run and show it off to every and any one you meet or greet.  Its written in the holiday manifest, article 228c; line 78 of the Kris Kringle Journal found at the North Pole of the planet.  (That’ll be funny if one really existed.)   

Over the Holidays a small survey was conducted with friends and family and it was found that females tend to show off their gifts and males don’t even give it a second thought.  My position on the matter is such:  I hate it when my friends or family run up to me and push the keys to a brand new BMW or a sparkling 4 carrot diamond ring in my face screaming “look what I got!”  “Do you like it, how does it look, do you think it fits me?”  I really hate that.  Let me explain why. Read the rest of this entry »