Don't Blink, You'll Miss Cops

So I figured I owe all of you an awesome video, a couple of laughs after all of the serious things that have happened this week. Cheer up guys and enjoy the adventures.

Sharing PB&J with Jesus

My last post might have missed the bulls eye message of "Enjoy the time you have". Well I reiterate this to share a story that even I find strange. After working six long hours and having an equal amount to go, I thought lunch would be a good idea, so I took it a bit early to beat the crowd and to rest my feet. Little did I know that something profound was going to happen, something so strange and by chance that for the next six hours, I would try to come up with a meaning to this. So I am going to tell you this story, and give you the challenge of coming up with a meaning by yourself.

As I sat at lunch the overwhelming aroma of last weeks pasta filled the cafeteria, totally turned off by the smell, I decided PB&J was the way to go. I go through the checkout line and see that there were limited seats available and saw an open one next to an older gentleman. "Can I sit here?", I ask and he replies without a word but by extending his hand towards the seat. I sat, paying little mind to the gentleman, watching CNN and all of their coverage of the many celebrity deaths over the past couple of years. I glance up once to see that the gentleman was also eating PB&J and go back to enjoying the news. Minutes pass, and he gets up from his seat only to say "You, have a very nice day", I say "Thanks you too". I thought it strange how he said it but none the less went back to eating and enjoying the media frenzy. Five more minutes go by without wink and I finish eating, looking down to collect my trash I see a simple napkin with writing from top to bottom. Letting curiosity get the best of me I began to read it, and now I share it with you....

PLEASE READ

A message from a witness. Our lives are based on time. All of us are given a limited amount of it. Once this time expires, we are all responsible for our own judgment. Each one of us has to make a determined effort in excepting the most important question...

What will I do with the time I have left.

It is as easy as that, only you can make the decision, I say this, because I care.

This is an entirely true story, and quite ironic since the last message to you was "Make the most of the time you have." I am including a picture of the letter to show you. I even got so freaked out I called my mother at 2:38 a.m. to see if she was ok. This is not to scare anyone, and may just be a personal reminder that time has yet to be in our control. Have a great day everyone, do something different, new, exciting, and make life the story it was meant to be.


Your PB&J eating writer,

Adrian G.

An Old Friend Visits, and an Older Friend Returns to Collect His Due

A wonderful day has come and gone, I find it difficult to believe that when time is precious to us, we seem to pass it like an off colored brick in a wall. I use that metaphor to only bring a simple understanding that we should not focus on the future but the present, make the time we have "THE TIME I HAVE", and the journey's end worth every second of a bumpy road.


As you may have read before my good friend Chase Puckett came down to Orlando to visit and take a break from his students. Funny thing is he left his school of 2500 to visit Disney World which contains 60,000 screaming kids, too bad he isn't principal down here.
We ended up spending the day at Disney's Hollywood Studios, which was a great choice on my part. Notice that Puckett grew hair because he was so excited. No, really, that is his best Aerosmith impression after going on Rock n' Roller coaster. But about halfway down the street after going through 2 gut wrenching corkscrews and a dizzying loop, I realized that I had lost my wallet. Thank goodness that the g forces were strong enough to hold it in. The picture below is me with my more than weathered Velcro wallet, but I love it, and if you love something let it go.....ah you know the rest.


My mother heard that Puckett was in town and one of the first things she said to me once she knew that me and him were in the same area code was "don't ya'll go and get into any trouble now". Well mom I didn't go with him on this one so you should be proud of me. Funny thing...English teachers that can't read.


Here is a cool picture taken in Morocco. No not the real Morocco, but in this fake Epcot world of wonder we chopped carpet prices in half, hint the ninja like expression on my face. Aaron joined me on this little excursion through the many countries, and like true warriors, we wore headbands with Japanese symbols on them that probably say "fish shit" on them. We don't care, we Americans eat fish shit for breakfast..........ummm........nevermind that last comment, wiki just informed me that it is fish eggs, no wonder those people got swine flu when I was a chef.

But throughout all of the stories we shared with each other and all the catching up that was done, I realized that I miss home and the people I love the most. Hopefully you will enjoy all of the crazy pictures that we took while he visited. Maybe one day I'll post the videos of him screaming on The Tower of Terror.

Back to home, it's very strange to call it home because for years I begged for escape, now I'm missing it. Or am I missing the things that make it home. Family, a house, love, friends, and so much more make the place that I call home, "home", not the location. So I have a bit of a request since I am a lonely college student dreaming of home, I want all of my email subscriptions to send me an reply telling me why they call home, "home". Send pics, video and whatever you need to tell me, I would be honored to read them, and I'll even post and reply my favorite.


So send to (adrianrgraham@hotmail.com), Please guys I know a lot of you pressed the follow key on the right side of the page and it won't let you, I set it that way so the page won't look cluttered, I have let a few close friends join it though, but that in no way means your less important.


I have a video to post 2mrw, it is an oldie but goody, another funny moment to move the lonely sting of just words and pictures around. Also, I am going to begin to video blog a couple of times a week to make it more personal to you, since obviously my "VOICE" is important to some........Alli. I'm still flattered, if I weren't dark because of the Florida sun, my cheeks would be a rosy Santa color.


Still yet another update, a person that I figured was lost, suddenly got found. Intriguing chain of events these past couple of days have been. Wow I just sounded like Yoda!!! Anyhow, I will fill you in, but here are a few key words......Insane.........Answered Prayers......I Told You So.........


Don't worry you will understand soon enough. Also to my hotmail, please send videos in less then the allowing space, someone tried to send a big file and it took me forever to bring it up, 30 seconds or less please.

So now it is time to please some of the female fans. Now please note that I'm taken, but I do enjoy some of the emails I get. I have been asked "Do you talk as sexy as you write?", "Any shirtless pics?", "Would two girlfriends be too much?" and my favorite classic "Boxers or Briefs?"


Well I'm not going to answer any of those questions directly, but I will let my blog do my talking for me. here are some accidental pics I had in a folder of me and some friends going to play tennis. I have been working out and yes I am proud of it. And no I have no idea why a random scarf is around me, wait a sec yes I do, my roommate keeps it 61 degrees in the room!!!! So now you got your fix you pervs, go do something positive like lick magnets. Okay don't do that but definitely go tell your friends about the blog, and email me, reading makes a day here go by fast, scarf or not.

Your topless guy wishing it was okay with society for women to walk around like this.

Adrian G.

P.S. - well when I say women, I really just mean the hot ones, sorry Rosie O' Donald

Time To Answer, Time To Question The Things We Thought Were

Its amazing how little I know about blogging and how many people have through their email subscribed. Now that I have openly admitted my novice, I will answer a question that a reader decided to ask. I apologize ahead of time for not answering all of the questions that may have been inside the 227 emails I have received, but I fully intend to reply to all of you, thanks for keeping me busy though. I figure I will reply openly on my blog to at least 2 emails a week, more if they move me.

So now to the main event......the first email that struck my attention.......from alliK72K

Hey, I am a little bit of a fan, not to be over the top, but once upon a time I was your friend on Myspace. If you don't remember I'm the girl who gave you and the Zachary guy comments about "The Chosen" and "Abyss" stories. They were good and I'm really glad that you have began to write again. Jus incase you don't remember, here is a pic. HOPEFULLY I MAKE IT ON YOUR BLOG LOLZ. The series that really made me tune in however, was "The Concept of Truth". It really made me sad to know that you deleted your Myspace and let the series go in the middle. Will you continue and eventually conclude it? How come you started writing again? and just so you know your pics and vids are funny as hell, the Aaron guy seems as awesome as you say he is. Hope to get a reply. later cutie!!! (-!

Alli

P.S. - do you have a phone number, me and my friends would like to know what you sound like hehe lolz
Thanks Alli for the email, and also thanks for sending me a pic even though it wasn't necessary, but in a way it comforts me knowing that you are not a 50 year old rapist waiting outside my door with a laptop glued to his stomach because he has been constantly watching for updates.

But now to the questions... Yes I will continue and conclude "The Concept of Truth" series. In fact the wrapup on that project is going to be late January. Just between me and you I am rewriting the entire series, only because I feel that my life experiences and style can bring new life to something that may have been too ummmm,... dare I say "Twilight-ish", sorry to those I offend but pre-teens who read for the hot vampire guys don't seem to be my audience.

The next question is why I started writing again. To tell you the truth, it happened exactly like this..... I was sitting on my floor, staring at the wall like I sometimes do, wondering where life will take me next. Suddenly I thought, "Why don't you pick up your computer and type something". I even battled with myself for about an hour on what would I write, if I'm any good any more, and if I gain readers like before, could I keep them happy. So obviously you know which side of the brain won, and here I am again, and I don't plan to dissapoint.

I'll make sure to tell Aaron that you liked his video and pic, I'm sure he will get a kick out of that.

I hope that answered your questions, If you have anymore you know where to find me, and if not...

facebook/adrianrgraham or if your feeling super fiesty, adrianrgraham@hotmail.com, keep in mind however its really hard to answer everyone, I only have 24 hours in a day, and trust me, I don't sleep much.

The guy who is relieved about not having a 50 year old hairy guerilla like stalker.

Adrian G.

P.S. - O and sorry, no number, but if I ever make it big..............

P.S.2. - Don't you love when I put "dot" "dot" "dot" at the end of a statement, it's freakin cool cause you never know what the hell is next, ah hahahahahahaah......................................ha

Father Figures, Father Figurines, No Batteries, But Life Lessons Included

I know that Father's day is over but who is to say that I can't celebrate solemnly and late. The first and second picture you see is my Father Edward Graham. Even though by definition he is my Grandfather, by my standards and expectations of the world, he is my father. My humor, morals, lack there of, the true blood and essence of who I am is all because of this man. He has taught me everything from building rocking chairs to, "just because its by the dumpster doesn't mean its broken". Through all of the hardships and heartaches that life has thrown my way there is one man that can solve it all with a simple phrase or something to make you laugh about. I call him Papa. And that is exactly what he is to me. My father, mentor, my favorite comedian, problem solver, and more so my entire world. Thanks for everything you do Papa, I love you more than you can ever realize.
So that the title gets it's full meaning I have decided to also include other father figures in my life that in one way or another shaped me to be the person I am today. The first of which is a guy by the name of Steven Chase Puckett. Now don't be confused because this is no ordinary man, nor will he ever be. When I first got to know him I was merely a student in an English classroom who could care less about grammar or the rules. Luckily I found a teacher willing to bypass some standards in order to fully tap into our creative minds. But this is not where the story ends. A year went by and he became just Puckett, still my teacher, but quickly becoming my friend. A yearbook had to be published and for some reason or another I would like to think he chose me to be on the front lines of this battle. But he was too big for a small town and there were things he wanted and not even my sad eyes could hold him back. He moved away to pursue his administrative duties and without a doubt succeeded in every way. Another year went by and I graduated, and by this time Puckett was still Puckett, but he was also someone I looked up to, wanted to have ambition like and more so keep my friend. Now we keep in contact sharing witty txt messages or phone conversations. In fact he is coming down to see me today, an eight hour drive, and money he could save, but he proves time and time again why he makes my top list. Thank you Chase for teaching me that there are no boundaries, and that life is the story we make it.
Next I have a recent influence in my life Jason Walker. While all of these people are like father figures to me, molding me like clay in sculptor's hands, Jason found a way to do this in ways I didn't realize until later. When I met Jason Walker I was standing on a tennis court thinking about how great practice was going and how my serves actually got the speed in the box they needed. He walks up and just as we talked about in later conversations, I thought, "Who the hell is this guy?". I didn't get to know him as a tennis player then however, but as a teacher. He taught art and still does, but more so he took the yearbook over after Puckett left and made a new class entirely committed to graphic arts. I accepted him with an uneasy handshake only with the trust of what Puckett had told me. After a week or two I began to find out the real Jason Walker, a bold, intelligent man that lets little get in his way and even helps others push brick walls down. Jason is now one of my greatest friends and I hope that we stay that way until my stack of dirt is chosen. Jason is married now, to a beautiful woman at that. I think I respect him most for his unsaturated talent, his will to prevail, and most of all his friendship. Thanks Jason for being the illustration behind the story, keep it alive with your sketches, and move people with the colors you chose.

Your extremely grateful to have so many father figures in his life, blogger.

Adrian G.

It makes sense now, Wait....no it doesn't

You are now looking at a picture taken in New Orleans, Louisiana, and more specifically in a room I like to call "THE HELL ROOM". The image reminded me of good times so I posted it. This room took forever to get in a semi-proper condition for the owners. I want to say a personal thanks to John and Matt for always being there. The adventure will continue boyz, I'll be home before you know it. Now for the topic today....

For some strange reason I went to sleep at 5 a.m. this morning and had the ability to thrust out of bed like Micheal Jackson laid next to me at 9:30 a.m.. But a pretty busy morning ensued, partly because of an expired decal on my car. After losing my registration, I got on the phone and gave a court house 600 miles away permission to fax it.

Doesn't seem like too much of a problem right?

WRONG!!!!!

I walk into the club house and say to the guy behind the desk "Good morning, my name is Adrian Graham, Im here to pick up the decal for my car, the registration was just faxed over".

He replied simply enough "Okay lets see" (walks over to fax machine and midway there stops) "Whats that last name again?"

"GRAHAM"

He checks the faxes and says that he doesn't see anything with that name, and me being the patient person I am, I breathe out and get back on the phone with a lady that does not sound pleased to be in a cold court house at 9:30. This time I am assured that it was faxed.

I ask the man behind the desk....."Can you please check again, I was told it was sent?" He stops me abruptly and says "Oh you said Graham was the last name I thought you said Rachel..."

WTF!!!!.... And thats why I don't wake up before noon......

I think the moral of this one was, "Sometimes the hell room can be more comforting than an extended Florida internship"

Your Blogger that wakes up at 9:30 only to deal with the deaf

Adrian G.

The Epic Pic Video

So as promised I posted the video that goes along with the picture from my last post. If you don't laugh, then there must be a clown with herpes shooting the colors of the rainbow all over your freshly painted "calming sea breeze green" living room, and sorry folks even that would be funny.
Thanks Aaron for the clown images from a weird conversation the other day, and also for being the ultimate wing man throughout this journey.

Your Protector of Awesome.

Adrian G.

AARON BOLTON, I dedicate this post to you my friend

So the story behind this will soon be in my blog, in video form. Believe me you don't want to miss this, Aaron Bolton, in one of his many hilarious moments. Look out for more videos and epic pics like this one in the near future.

A Quick Look, My Life, The Motion Picture

So I decided to post a video of myself, John Anderson, Matt Anderson, and Chris Anderson(No Relation, in blood, but in bond we're brothers)....anyhow enjoy the video...

Adrian G.

Intermission - The Answers

What is the "Concept of Truth" really about? Almost two years ago, now, I was asked the same questions, and now that new blog detached from Myspace and Facebook has evolved I can openly answer those questions on a daily basis.

The first two parts of "Concept of Truth" are in total original format and the essence of the entire series, it draws from quick emotional feelings and embellishes greatly on personal encounters. Whether it be love lost or more importantly found, life decisions, or feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders, each look into one man's desperate need to understand moves the series into a addictive chain of events that may dive deeper into the abyss than most.

I am completely open to all comments and opinions about my writing, since it is only a vent, a way to make reality the story it should be. My style is a "fire" type of literal jargon, so imperfections in grammar are to be expected. For English teachers who follow the code too closely this is not the blog for you, but for those who enjoy creativity, and something to wrap the never ending firing neurons around, read...live...and make life the story it deserves the be.....


Thanks for the support,

Adrian Graham

Concept of Truth (Part Two)

I knock........one rap of three times........twice now.......a third leaves my fist hanging in the air in front of her evil grin.

"What the hell happened to you?" Her smile increased as she asked this. "I got hit by a car, now move." I pushed her arm out of the way, her apartment being warmer than I remembered it. Flowing over the staircase up to her room, I didn't hesitate to look for something stranger than usual. The walls were paper thin and the sound of a band playing next door set the mood. "THE GREAT IRONY", the only good thing about the thin walls was that they could be heard clearly.

"Auxi, what is this???" I slammed the card down on the bedside table and invited her to sit with me (big mistake). "Its what we've been waiting for....."
Smoke rolled over her red lips and the freshly lit cigarette seemed to snarl at it's own deadly function. She came closer, her hand on my face, skin alert to the air around me. Another puff of the cancer stick and a kiss. The smoke filled what peace of mind was left.

She was empty...

Like me ...

for once I believed secrets could be revealed, and that a touch couldn't hurt the ones I love. Her form seemed strange but inviting, warm and yet cold to my passion. Amazing, another puff, her eyes, my attention left her hand but I saw it clear enough. The music increased pace from the other side and she didn't skip a beat. Her hand released the blaze as she forced me to the center of the bed.

Flames seem to only burn when you’re not in Hell, funny, we were freezing at that exact moment.......

Concept of Truth (Part One)

I just wanted answers........not hard is it..........in oblivion there isn't much.....no happiness.....no pain......I exist....and so does a......................
.............concept of truth

Sorry you caught me late in the contagious life I have been living for the past couple of weeks. Its rude of me not to introduce myself, so deal with it, names were important when I was,..um,…nevermind. Sorry that you came in at this moment but it makes a great story for those waiting...






August 19th------ It wrote in my journal as the greatest day lived. Too bad my journal is the back of my hand, and the greatest day was short remembered. I walked into the coffee shop only to meet HER, the person I hate more than that black spot on the piece of fruit entering your mouth without a single thought.


Smiling at me was something she did without remorse, knowing how it dug into my skin. Kolie, yea that was her name, the seed of the devil, only thing missing on that day was her hot breath on my neck like so many nights before. Kolie "Auxi" Verianna, the core of this little adventure, her name stings ever time I hear it. They called her Auxi only because she wanted them to, damn her and that place.


Enough of that though,...the coffee shop, a smile, lipstick on her cup. "Haven't seen you in a while, no call, you are so mysterious", she is sick even when she is being sincere I thought as the slow motion kicked in and her mouth moved. "Guess that’s a good thing,...the not seeing you part, that is", I let my money hit the counter hard as I said this. God let the coffee come as fast as they boast it does on the advertisement....
"Look, I know you avoid me for a reason, your life is changing but just think about it" she slipped a pointed card into my blazer pocket, inside not out, intimately touching my abs, sliding her hands before finally letting go. I shrugged her off grabbing my coffee. The door handle felt cool as I noticed I had just grabbed a hot cup in my hast.
Kolie is one of a kind, she see's the things I never want people to. The trash didn't look peaceful without my coffee cup, there,....... balance. Its 4:00 p.m., here is where it starts.

That car must have hit me at 40 mph. My ears ringing, dry blood always thick as the first drop, the card laying there. "Concept of Truth", the card reads clearly. It spoke to me, absence..... People were looking, I walked to the curb, a beautiful walk. I hadn't planned on seeing her again, but, a card with only three words has a way of raising questions, a way of finding answers.

I ran, the card sinking into my enclosed fist, it only got worse, she had me, her door was the color I always thought skies should be.....black.