throadtoruin

I thought to let the deviantverse know that I also take pictures, but my pictures are on Instagram. great site, fun for the newer photographers like myself, and most of all easy to use. If you have it you can follow me at throadtoruin. If not I suggest you get it to capture the little beautiful moments. Thanks .

It's the day before Christmas and I want to wish the world a peaceful day. Knowing what I know, someone, somewhere is going to have a bad day. Keep your head up and know that the people around you are here for you and will do everything to set your world right again.

Love you all,

Throadtoruin

Simply stated: I dislike Las Vegas, there are many places where I could live and understand the moodiness of people. Lack of entertainment, decent restaurants, or generally an environment that promotes some sort of fulfillment. People in Vegas have a tendency to be really outright moody and self-centered. I got lucky to meet he few people who seem to not be like that. Most of them didn't come with a silver spoon in their mouth, they earned their toys, they earned through being poor, losing a friend, losing a family member, coming from broken homes. What I find funny is the attitude that the world owes these other people of Vegas. They live in a shitty hot desert environment, they attract drunken and disorderly conduct and then look down on tourists as if it was their fault for buying into the idea and commercialization of losing your money to gambling halls and strip joints. Listen Vegas, really, I do have to say this: Take a moment, pull your nose out of the air, look around you. Your gambling industry is fetid and old, your ideas of entertainment promotes that which you hate, your city is and always will be a stain on the consciousness of those who broke their backs laboring for the world. Generally and specifically, my feelings about you Vegas are of disdain and utter and complete hatred for your unwillingness to change, your corruption in order to maintain a sense that taking money from willing naive people who hope to cash in on a quick buck, and your inability to adapt to and assist those around you; well, Vegas, you make me sick to my soul. I have spent way too many years here. Drying out, sacrificing my time, my patience, my willingness to help those who want help and leaving those to travel blindly who refuse to seek help. I have fought to stay afloat and in my pride have sought to solve all my own problems with a smile on my face and a hope in my heart that every little thing will be a sign that things are going to be alright. Facebook asks what is on my mind: I hate Vegas. I don't come from a place where people are hateful and greedy. I help my neighbors and I don't look down on people who need someone to lend them a hand. This is a place that is very much a black hole in society. This is a place where the crime of greed is promoted as a virtue. This is a place that feeds off hopes and dreams and casts out drug addicts, prostitution, unwed mothers, poverty, and broken families. This place will never be a home to me, just a mistake with very few benefits; My wife, my friends, and the people who helped me along the way. What's on my mind Facebook? A lot. I am tired, slowly draining away, fighting a system I cannot win against because it is too far embedded into the roots of a culture and sub-society. Why was it that Vegas was so hard hit by the economic down-turn where other places are doing just fine if not fully back on their feet? The business of robbery is very profitable if the economy can produce its wallet. Otherwise, the greedy salivate in hopes of an economic boom. Let's bring industry to Vegas so as to rob the common worker of the fruits of their labor. This is wrought with the abuses of greed. Wasteful spending on unneeded projects, corrupt politicians slyly handling their business with greased palms, and people so desperate to stay alive they will constantly feed the system their souls for one more paycheck to spend at the casinos.  I think that I am through with you Vegas. Once I have the means to escape with my wife and my belongings, I will. I will be grateful to watch your desert and smog hued skyline disappear over the horizon. It is  a shame to have wasted some of my most fertile years with you.

Vegas, I hate you. I have fought against you with my all. I have lost. For a short time I will be a part of the system, but let that time be like a cancer to you. Let that time be when you go to a metophoric doctor and find a way to cure yourself of me. I am benign, you won't worry about me spreading my seed of discord and distrust. I am a cancer willing to be expunged out of the body of sin. I dislike you Vegas, with every ounce of my being. If I had a better chance at an education elsewhere, I would have gladly taken it. I would have brought my wife with me and we would have enjoyed the time we have had elsewhere other than here. Vegas, again, let me reiterate my disdain for you. You waste time on this Earth. If a city had a soul, yours would be void, very much like a Vampire, sucking on the good of humanity and turning it into wrought and filth. You are gluttony, you are greed, you have pride in your lust for money, you have wrath against anything that may bring a change for the better. Vegas, you are sloth in your unwillingness to progress in a culturally sufficient society. You envious of the dollar, you are the worst kind of sin. You are a betrayer of trust with your false advertisement of hope, luck, and bright lights of lies. You are a dream killer. You are what I hate in plaster and concrete form. I hate you Vegas. I truly do. I have only hated one thing before you, he was a man who seemed to embody all your traits Vegas.

So Vegas, soon we will part. A symbolic divorce from a past cluttered with hopes, dreams and aspirations. There is nothing here for me and mine. I will part ways with you soon enough. At that I will say,

Fuck you Vegas.

There I was, in the desert, wondering what I am going to do on this weekend trip. I had no clue, no freaking idea, that where I was going was party central. So as I am sitting in a car with a great group of friends and then I see the lake. The excitement was building and I had no idea that this was a college spring break spot. I was in for a culture shock.

Normally I spend my Spring Breaks with an eight hour drive up north to see my family and the constant snow storms that seem never ending. This was a time for a change. When my friend invited me to go out with her to the lake all I had thought was going to happen was beer pong on a boat and some fun times.

As we entered Lake Havasu, AZ. I began seeing the already intoxicated and half naked barely over 21 bodies of America's future. The music was blaring from the shore and the party was on like it was the last one any of us would have for the rest of our lives. There were fat bodies, meat heads, super models, and your average college coeds. The experience was like nothing I had ever expected and for sure, I was out of my element. So what's a guy to do?

Grab a drink and take your shirt off, it's Spring Break and most of these people will never know who you are or will ever  see you again.

I am not much of a boating type. Terra Forma is where I want to be, but hell it was Spring Break, try something new right? So as we all headed out onto the boat and into the unknown, I began seeing the classic signs that every teenager ever dreamed of thanks to MTV Spring Break. Girls in pasties, bikinis, guys swooning and trying to exude male bravado through drinking copious amounts of alcohol and trying to dance with previously mentioned pasties girls. It was really an anthropological study of the behavior of college coeds.

Who am I to judge? Good liquor, good friends, a boat, a party, tons of different music vying to be louder than the other music around it. As I lay on the boat after it was tied up, two of my friends make out for a cliff about 30 or 40 feet over the water. Two inebriated fun loving people looking for adventure. I watched as they took the plunge into the not too warm waters below and thanked God I wasn't one of them. They made it back safely. The party wore on and I laid there enjoying the ambiance of the mood. I glance over my shoulder and see a boat coming to dock with another boat, and that is when the real fun began.

A highly drunk girl decided hey! I want to board the boat that we are coming up on, lets try!!! There she was, drunk out of her skull, standing on the slippery front of her boat, she decided to leap step to the other boat and BAM!!!! biffed it. Smooth move exlax!

So the party went on, the girl got back into the boat looking dumbfounded and embarrassed about her incident and the hours drew on as I laid in the sun.

The drinking began!

I have never in my life ever had a hard time getting intoxicated on a very limited amount of drinks. Guess there was a first for everything. So I began with a few shots of Captain Morgan, then two games of beer pong, then several beers. Nothing happened! No woozy intoxication, no dizzy I am drunk feeling. Nothing?! What the hell was going on? So I continued until two in the morning but nothing would seem to get me drunk. I quit and went to sleep. We woke up around ten or eleven the next morning and began the day with breakfast. After breakfast I would try again at this quest to get drunk. Started with a Screw driver, more beer, Hennessey, then moved to the one drink I knew had to work. As we went into the local party club there was a waitress selling Tequila. I bought five shots of the surefire cure for sobriety. I took one with the waitress, one with the friend for her 21st birthday celebration, and two I gave away. There finally I would achieve what I had been destroying my body for the past two days. I was finally mildly intoxicated. After the club we went back to the room where I had another beer pong game then I went to bed.

The next day a lot of my friends were headed back home. So we went to IHOP for breakfast. There I walked back to the friends' downstairs room. This time I must have still been feeling the effects from the night before. I had a nice screwdriver, another shot of Hennessey, and a single beer. There I was in a good mood. But the damn buzz I had felt would go away as we threw the football around the beach later. DAMN SOBRIETY!!!

Well that and yet another beer pong game really ended my weekend.

Spring Break is a must try again next year.

YAY!!!!!!!!

... kind of like mixing uppers and downers...

It seems that the television this evening is only showing items that cause these two feelings to be prominent.
Most writers write what they know, what they have experienced, or what they wish for. I just write and most of the time nothing makes sense. However, I also write in the same vein as other writers, I write what I know: words that sound right; I write what I have experienced: usually the feeling or whim in the moment; but I deviate from other writers, I really don't have any wishes to write of. My wishes don't fit this type of literature for me.
Anyways,
I always feel that when someone blogs or writes an online journal they should engage their audience. So here is an engaging item:

Can you write what comes next?
The rules:

I will write the first line,
Someone will post the next in comments,
The next person will write in conjunction to the above statements and hopefully this will continue on until we have a community story which I will gather together and post on DA. I will give credit by linking this post and telling the audience to take a moment to look at all the artists who put this together.

SCENE 1 ACT 1.

LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! THE STORY THIS EVENING INVOLVES QUITE A FEW INTERESTING CHARACTERS. ROSEY THE HIGH SCHOOL CHEERLEADER IS HAVING A COMING OF AGE CRISIS. IN THIS CRISIS SHE IS FINDING THAT THE SOCIETY SHE IS INDUCTED IN IS ONE THAT SHE DOES NOT WANT TO BE IN. SO THIS IS THE CAST OF CHARACTERS, MARK, ANTOINE, DOMINIQUE, AMBER, ZACK, JOSH,
AND PAUL.
FROM HERE ALL OF THESE CHARACTERS WILL DEVELOP AS THE STORY GOES ON.

OPENING SCENE
HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY, BIG GAME COMING UP AND THE HALLS ARE DECORATED WITH SCHOOL SPIRIT AND THE KIDS JUST ARE ROAMING AROUND MILLING ABOUT AND OR HURRYING TO THEIR CLASSES BEFORE THE BELL RINGS. ROSEY (NAME AVAILABLE TO CHANGE) IS STANDING AT HER LOCKER, FEELING THE EYES ON HER IMAGINING HER IN LESS THAN HER UNIFORM, SHE LIKES THE ATTENTION BUT AT THE SAME TIME SHE DESIRES TO BE SOMETHING MORE, BUT WHAT IS IT THAT SHE SEEKS: WE WILL FIND OUT!

ROSEY: HOLY SHIT I HAVE TOO MANY BOOKS IN MY LOCKER.
       OKAY (PHONE VIBRATES) OH, ITS PAUL.
       HEY BABY! HOW ARE YOU?

PAUL:  GOOD HUN, HEY DO YOU HAVE A MOMENT?
       CAN YOU MEET ME IN THE CAFETERIA?
       I NEED TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT SOMETHING.

ROSEY: SURE, BABE WHAT'S WRONG?
       YOU SOUND LIKE SOMETHING IS BOTHERING YOU.

PAUL:  BABE JUST MEET ME.

A FEW MINUTES LATER ROSEY MEETS PAUL IN THE CAFETERIA. PAUL LOOKS HEAVILY BURDENED BY SOMETHING ON HIS MIND. THIS LEAVES ROSEY WITH A FEELING OF SOMETHING FOREBODING, SOMETHING WRONG.

PAUL: ROSEY, I NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING.

ROSEY: PAUL? WHAT IS IT?

PAUL:



Alright, let us have some fun with this and create something beautiful from something already starting out sounding like a horrible soap on ABC....