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Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. It is really coming down right now and I don't have anyplace to be until late tomorrow night.
I think I'm going to go walk around in the snow.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 5:02 AM
I'm done with all of the drama. I got a couple of other emails some for some against. Even though I don't really see it as a for or against sort of thing. There are shades of grey.
I do feel the need to say one more thing. I got an email commenting on a story I posted way back in February of last year. It was a story about this girl who was asked to leave the bar. She did several things that caused her expulsion from the bar. The comment I got, tried to say that I would not have repeated the story if it had been a guy. Now my basic response was that if it had been a guy the story would have been much shorter. If it had been a guy he would have been thrown out into the street real early into the story.
After I thought about this I started to think that maybe the reason it may seem I have more stories about stupid women than stupid men is because the men's stories are pretty short most of the time. Example: This guy said something fucked up to the bartender and he got tossed into the street. The End. Those sort of things happen often enough that its not really that interesting most of the time unless you happened to be there. Its only women that are able to use their status as women to not get physically thrown out. They are also usually given some extra leeway in those situations. Most women would have to behave pretty atrociously before they would be asked to leave. Guys on the other hand, can say the wrong thing to the wrong person on the wrong night and find themselves in the gutter.
That is my final comment on the subject and we now return you to your normally scheduled broadcast.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 2:32 AM
I got quite a few responses to yesterday's post. Here you go if you want to read them. They are in chronological order. I removed all of the return addresses and the last names.
I really only got one completely negative response. The other responses ran from completely unbaised commentary to gushing approval of your truly. I feel warm all over from the love or I may have a slight fever. I've been sick today. The only time I left the house was to get supplies from Winn Dixie.
I already feel like I censor myself so much. This is not a true journal. I try to make it as close as I can but there are somethings I don't want to share with other people. Usually its something that if I brought up would just make me sound like any number of angst ridden wankers out there that do nothing but whine. (I don't usually refer to people as wankers but it just seemed to fit the flow of that last sentence.) There are even more things that I don't really want to share with my family. I know for a fact that my brother checks out my webpage almost daily.
I'm calling it an early night. As a matter of fact I think its early enough to just say...
Good Night.
MrQuick 1:35 AM
Late last night I got this email about the story I told Sunday. It a fairly long email but you really should read it before you go on.
Here was my response to her email:
-----Original Message-----
From: MrQuick
Sent: Tuesday, January 15, 2002 6:13 AM
To: 'Sarah M
Subject: RE: tell me what you think
The story isn't funny. I agree completely. I don't think you would believe how bad I felt about that night. I think about it every time I see that woman.
I'm glad to say that I do personally know several positive examples of women. Most of the women that I consider "friends" have all of the qualities you described, "articulate, funny, incredibly compassionate and very interesting people who are well traveled, well educated and sure of themselves."
I should talk about them on my site.
I guess I feel that humor comes from pain. Not always but it’s the easiest route. I try to be funny when I write my posts. This time I was trying to tell a story that I was ashamed of in order to share more of myself because I felt that I had been on autopilot lately. I really didn't think that story was funny. I thought Coy was an asshole and I'm sorry I was ever his friend. It was one of the few slips in judgment that I've made in choosing friends. I haven't had anything to do with Coy for several years now.
I guess part of the problem is that I'm a little bitter because of my luck with women. Most of the "articulate, funny, incredibly compassionate and very interesting" women "who are well traveled, well educated and sure of themselves" want me for my friendship and nothing more. I've put my heart on the line too many times where I heard the "I love you as a friend" line.
I'm glad you've pointed this out to me and I really appreciate it. I hope you didn't assume that I would deny the whole thing and try to make fun of you on my site. If I offended you in anyway I'm sincerely sorry.
I read that Howard Stern does his show as if he's hanging out with a bunch of friends and says whatever obnoxious thing that comes to his mind.
I guess sometimes I forget that there are more than just 10 of my friends reading this site.
I feel like I haven't properly responded to your email but I don't know where to go from here. I'll just say that you have given me a lot to think about.
Thanks
Gary a.k.a. MrQuick
I do want to make a couple of othe comments in my defense. I believe that I complain "about how stupid and annoying" many guys are also. There are just as many male dumbasses in my daily travels as there are female. I also want to again say that I didn't think the story was funny. The only part of the story I thought was "funny" was the absurd fact that this was a first date. I understand that that fact made the situation worse for the young lady because it means that she barely knew us.
I was trying to think of a comparable situation and here is all I could come up with: In the movie Wild At Heart by David Lynch, there is a robbery scene toward the end. One of the store clerks gets his hand shot off. After the robbery is over the clerk is holding his bloody stump and searching for his hand. The next thing you see is a dog carrying the hand away in his mouth. Both of these related events in the movie, the hand being blasted off and the dog taking it, are horrible. But in a very dark way it's also very funny. I have a dark sense of humor.
I really would like some feedback on this issue. Do you think I'm a misogynist asshole? Do you think she was a little out of line? Let me know.
I think that there may be some commentary on this issue on BaldMafia where a good number of my friends have access to post. So the comments there may be a little biased.
Good Night. Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 3:42 AM
Instead of an original post I give you an excerpt of the script for The Professional. I think it would be called, "The Beethoven Speech".
Stansfield: I like these calm little moments before the storm. It reminds me of Beethoven.
Can you hear it? It's like when you put your head to the grass. You can hear it
growing. You can hear the insects, bzzz...
Stansfield: Do you like Beethoven?
Malky: [nervous]
Couldn't really say.
Stansfield: [takes his pumpgun]
I'm gonna play you some.
[shoots at: the door, Sister (missed), Mother]
Malky: Benny, stay here.
[enters]
Sister: [running away from Stansfield and his men]
Daddy! Daddy!
Stansfield: [shoots at Sister again, killing her this time]
[devastates the kitchen; approaches Father, who stands trembling in a corner]
Stansfield: We said noon.
[tapping his wristwatch]
I've got one minute past.
[snaps his fingers, ending the music]
You don't like Beethoven. You don't know what you're missing. Overtures like
that get my.. juices flowing. So powerful. But after his openings, to be honest,
he does tend to get a little fucking boring. That's why I stopped!
[laughter]
Touch the apartment.
Stansfield: [pointing at Father]
You are a Mozart-fan. I love him, too.
[with a singer's voice]
I lo-o-ove Mozart! He was Austrian, you know.
But for this kind of work, he is a little bit light. So I tend to go for the heavier guys.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 3:57 AM
Overheard at the Mag, “Cyrus! Don’t walk through that vomit!”
I do want to make an additional comment or two on yesterday’s story.
I really felt bad about that night because I knew we had scared this girl a lot. She must have been terrified. I say “we” because even though Coy was the one with the axe I never tried to stop what was going on. I knew Coy wasn’t going to physically hurt this girl but I knew it wasn’t right.
In my defense, every time after that night, if he would start that routine I would put a stop to it. I’d stop it basically by saying something like, “We don’t need that shit. You remember the last time?” I think he only tried to do it twice in my presence after that night.
There was something funny I did get out of that night. Like I said yesterday, this was the girls first date with Coy. FIRST DATE. As you might imagine it was their last date also. I have talked to “Sue” a couple of times since that night and apparently she only holds a grudge against Coy. I bet that was most likely the worst first date she has ever been on.
If you have any comments, tell me what you think.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 4:06 AM
It was the summer of 1996; this was our summer of love. Pretty much every weekend of that summer we would gather as many people as we could and head out to this quarry near Hanover, Indiana. The old man who owned the land would charge people a few bucks to be there. He was always asleep when we would roll in about 4AM. If we were there in the morning when he got up he’d come down and collect from us. He seemed to like us because we would kind of look after the place for him.
One night we tried to get a crowd to head out to the quarry and there didn’t seem to be too many takers. A few people were supposed to meet us out there but my car was the only one that made it to the quarry that night.
In my car there was my friend Matt, my friend Coy, myself and this girl that was on a first date with Coy. I’ll say her name is “Sue”.
The drive took about 30 minutes. Coy and Matt were pretty drunk and Sue was already seeing tracers because she had dosed earlier in the evening. On the way out we listened to a mix tape that Benman had recorded for us at Sparks.
We started a fire and waited for others to show up. After a while it was obvious that this was the party.
We came out to the quarry every weekend and most of the time at some point Coy would grab the axe and ask, “Who are we going to chop up first? The blondes or the brunettes?” Some people would be a little uncomfortable but most seemed to think it was a little funny. He had this whole routine. He would go on for 5 or 10 minutes about who he was going to chop up. Obviously no one really thought Coy would start chopping up people.
So the four of us are sitting or standing near the fire. Coy picks up the axe and starts his routine. This time however there isn’t a crowd of people. It’s a 5’4” girl that probably weighs about 100 pounds and 3 large men that she doesn’t know.
I stood up and moved over to my car and sat on the hood. I was trying to distance myself from this because I really didn’t think it was funny. I didn’t say anything though. I sat in silence. Coy continues his routine and Sue moves over and sits next to me on the hood of the car. I assume she does this because I’m acting the most normal. This girl is in the middle of nowhere with 3 men and an axe. She is tripping on acid and there is no place to turn to for help. Coy is swinging the axe around and is talking about having to start with the blondes because that’s all that’s here.
He swings the axe and it hits an oil drum trashcan. The sound of the axe striking the oil drum startles a scream out of Sue and Coy realizes that he had fucked up. He had really scared this girl. We all apologized for the rest of the night it seemed. She seemed to be Ok after a while. Later I heard that after we dropped her off, she called a friend in tears and told her friend what we had done to her.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 4:03 AM
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