I am of this

My mother shipped a large photo album to me, and I have been busy scanning the pictures. The first I post here are class photos from my days at St. Peter's Lutheran Church-school. I have some great memores of this place, and some not so great. looking at these antiquated images I don't feel old, I just feel experienced.

Nice from Miss Knott. You go girl, with your corporal-punishment meting self.
See all the uploads, here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/alfrankenstein/sets/72157594174879589/

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Shoes, erasers, textbooks
go flying across the room
slamming into the blackboard
and young voices rise
into a
harmony of ruckus
and obscenity.

Bull-sized security guards
come to the door
and the offenders scatter
like cockroaches
for a seat
and some semblance of innocence.

Wasting youth mull the
lunch-time parking lot
as I eat my cookies
and juice
and read my book.
They don’t see me.

The halls are dark
with yellow fluorescent
hard-edged concrete
tar-lunged teachers
prematurely wrinkled
shaking
eyes far off.

The hordes rush through
the ever-chiming metal-detectors.
Police manned gate
long ago gave up on
searching anyone
after so many pockets
full of bolts, pliers
and other heavy metal decoys.
it would take all day
just to frisk them all.

The senior Alpha-males walk around
with wet washrags
on their close-cropped heads.
It’s not a very hot day
it’s a fad.
They laugh at my haircut.
I wish I could show them

The last ride of the Heartbreak Kid

Perhaps it’s best not

to pick the ones with the scared eyes.

How often can you

rescue a rabbit from the trucks

headlights?

Why are the pretty ones always so fragile?

I’ve been told

that a bad man can drive a good woman

crazy.

This is true.

I’m the man they come to, once they’ve gone

insane.

But what is it within me that even wants to

play caretaker, to these sick

insane

emotional time bombs?

(why do they have to be so pretty?)

It’s not my fault that they’ve chosen

the wrong men, in the past

or that their horrible fathers were

drunk

molesting

insane

or that their mothers were

too weak to do anything

but finger their rosaries

cry bloody tears

and

exude a pitiful and useless air.

But

it is my fault that I lack the strength

to resist a pair of

sad dark eyes

or a pretty smile

that plays off those eyes in

a most disturbing way.

Remembering the things I’ve said

to those faces

 in moments of infatuated weakness

causes me to wince

as if I’ve bitten into a lemon

when the truth is that

I’ve bitten into something

far less healthful and

far more bitter.

A tumor of a memory of my

malignant foolishness.

The only hope for salvation is

to somehow wean myself

from this need to be needed.

-Symbiosis-

But how is it love

when it goes on to be parasitic?

With me, a tick

Swollen on the blood of

the damaged.

Austin, TX. 1998

My 2nd marriage

I am finally telling the sordid tale of my 2nd marriage in comic book form. I am posting the panels as I finish them:

 
Find the series as it comes, 
here:

Ain't I a stinker?

Creepy dream after wine, beer and shots

Found on Craigslist

Do you live in a downtown condo? - 39 (Austin)

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Date: 2011-03-03, 10:40AM CST

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Do you live downtown in a Condo with a great view? If your a Single guy that is looking for a beautiful woman to come and share that beautiful scenery with, then you should give me a shout.

Please include pic and put "lets enjoy the view" in the subject line or you will be deleted...

• Location: Austin
• it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests

PostingID: 2244779917
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I'm thinking that if a guy has enough money to be a bachelor in a downtown condo, the only reason he's on Craigslist is to find his next victim.

The "Angles" (and lo they called me "shallow")

I was supposed to meet a young lady tonight at Jackelope. I found her posting on Craigslist and contacted her. Here are her pictures:

Looks good. I was intrigued. Was it possible I'd managed to actually find a cute girl online? I decided to look her up on Myspace, and I found her profile. After seeing her profile photo I decided to check her photos, and it's a good thing I did too because- BLAM!

ZAP!

KAPOW!

KAZAM!

I decided to nip it in the bud. I know what I'm not attracted to, so I email her and let her know she wasn't what I was looking for because she was too big for me. Immediately she went to that old attack of calling me "shallow". Now, lets take a look at that term "shallow". In this context she would mean that I am only concerned with looks. Untrue. If a girl is pretty, but a bitch, I won't hang with her either. Nor would (I dare say) she, or any woman, choose an ugly guy with a good personality over a good-looking guy with a good personality. That's
why Seth Rogan will never be as big a star as George Clooney. But even if I were shallow, and just concerned about looks, could she really say she was surprised? If so, then why didn't she post her fat pictures on her personals listing? Posting photos of yourself that don't look like you are just another form of dishonesty. I have a question that nobody has been able to answer for me yet; what do fat girls think is going to happen when their internet date shows up and finds out they are fat? Do they think the guy is going to magically and instantly become attracted to fat women? I have a thought: if you are fat, just admit you're fuckin' fat! There's plenty of guys who like big girls, but I'm not one of them. Which is worse; me telling her I don't find her attractive, or me feeling cheated as I sit at Jackelope with a girl that lied about who she was?