Buck Bedford's Bio/ Buck Bedford (aka Buck Bedford) was born in Brooklyn, New York to one proud parent, his mother. From an early age, Buck was a dreamer. In his mind, he saw himself doing things, different things, exciting things! However, he grew up unsure of himself. When asked, he always had a hard time explaining himself to people. He had a condition, that was later diagnosed as SEX DYSLEXIA. Often misunderstood, Buck learned to accept his condition and get on with his life, no matter what anybody thought of him. As a result, Buck has developed a strong confidence. He rarely speaks but the voice in his head is loud and resounding... It is almost like you can hear what he is thinking!
We at MTURDS have struck a deal with Buck to post his journal, which will be entered twice a week. Hopefully you, the reader, will find it interesting and insightful and learn how to deal with whatever disability you may have. ENJOY!
Miscellaneous Turds are the rants of an invisible man. Now these rants will not be malicious or mean spirited. However, they will be outragous and quazi rediculous! If you find yourself offended in anyway just remember that it is not about you! (And, you can get your own blog and post your own ideas!)
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Friday, November 2, 2007
CRAP/ My Journal by Al Brathway
November 2nd, Friday/ I just got finished reading an Internet article about the boy who is accused of starting the California fires. A neighbor who seemed to know the kid said that he was a "...good boy!" After reading that line I got to thinking, if the kid who set the fires that destroyed homes and people's lives is a "good boy" what the hell would a bad boy do? Last time I checked, a fire is a pretty horrendous thing! Okay, being shot is pretty bad (especially if you die!) and a car accident would rank real high... But I gotta tell you, fire ranks right up there with the best of them. When I was a kid, I played with some matches (ONCE!). When my mother found out, she convinced me that that was not the way I wanted to go if I was to be a good boy. Her words, combined with a sure 'nuff ass whipping, did the trick. Yeah, yeah... I know... You shouldn't whip your children. I didn't like it but I did not know the number I could call to turn my mother in! (I was never good at math!) But I got her message. I can only imagine what I could get away with if I was a kid now!/ CRAP!
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