The Charlie Sheen Rant

Recently Charlie sheen has been all over the Internet and entertainment talk shows about his famous addictions and hooker loving problem.

First off, go to Vegas. There are hooker loving people everywhere! If charlie sheen wants to be with hookers or call girls or woman with more cushion for the push in then I say that's his choice. He certainly had the money to do it so stop hating. I'm sick of media blowing stars life choices out of proportion. Normal everyday non star people do all the same crap stars do just on a less richer scale. Then you have media attacking these stars, at these point you can Que the average joes who make all the same choices as these stars and they become hypocrites and start bashing on celebrities about how deplorable there choices are.

Secondly about his drug or drinking habits. Plenty of people struggle with addiction everyday in the world. Stripping them of their dignity and blaming them for things they say and do while on their preferred substance will not help them. You make yourself seem like an unsupportive ass. I have at one point struggled with addiction in my life and I can swear by the fact that I have done things and said things while messed up that I would certainly not do while sober.

Just because your rich or famous does not make you flawless. I'm just saying that we are no better as minimum wage people then they are as rich people. Yes, stars mess up but so don't we. They just mess up with more flare cause they have the money to dumb things with style. People are picking and choosing who's a better actor, actress or singer based on their life choices and not their talent. Stars aren't supposed to be role models for how we live our personal lives. Their characters may be but not them as a person. They can be role models also for their acting or singing ability but not their everyday choices. END RANT

My Southern Arch Angel

This post is dedicated to the Mitch wilder's of the world!!

I was 16 years old when I met Mitch wilder. I was hanging out with what normal people call "questionable characters". They were ranging in age from mid twenties to mid thirties. They dealt with drugs, money and things I knew little about. I acted as if I was tough and knew enough that I was let into inner circles of these people. I was over my head. One night while at one of the house these people congregated at I met a mid thirties outlaw biker named Mitch who was not shy about the gun he carried and he could look scary. I know this cause he looked like one scary ass dude when he walked into this house. I of course have always been missing a filter between my brain and mouth so when he commented about me being so young and being there I made a sarcastic comment that made everyone in the room go quiet and as they all held their breath and stared at this man I never once broke eye contact and held a shit eating grin on my face. He laughed and hard. This was the beginning of our budding friendship. We talked for a while that night. Nothing personal at first just random safe topics. I don't know if that's when he decided he would protect me but after that night he came back the next. We were in a Different House this time and he sought me out. After that we were inseparable. He made sure no one messed with me just cause I was younger. He would threaten guys I dated telling them he'd brake their legs if they mistreated me. He'd let me know when someone was lying to me about whatever dealings I was doing at the time. He also took me on a trip to his home state of Tennessee and introduced me to some great people. That was the first time I ever saw a sonic restaurant too. He taught me the ins and outs of the current world I was in. He taught me how to be safe all while trying to knock some sense into me about how I could be doing better things with my life. He knew I was in the game and not getting out no matter what he tried to convince me to do but he never gave up on me. He left to Tennessee and came back, a total of three times he came to new Hampshire and every time no matter where I lived in new Hampshire or what group of undesirables I hung out with he would find me. He would check on me and hang out while he was here. The last time he left I heard someone from up here that went back to Tennessee with him sold him out and he went to jail. I waited for him too come back and find me. I always told people about this second father to me. My southern arch angel. I searched online for him a couple times but I was never able to find him. He wasn't a Facebook type of guy. I stopped searching in 2007 cause I figured he was still in jail but when he got out he'd come back to new Hampshire and he'd find me like always. Just last night I had this total random thought about him and decided, what the hell I'll see if I can find him online one more time. You never know rite. I found him but it was his obituary I found. He died a year after I stopped searching in 2008. He was 45! Most people didn't understand why him and I hung out so much. He was the only older man I met who cared about my well being and not once did he say anything or do anything inappropriate like almost all the other men did. He saw me as a kid in a rough spot. I think maybe because he was a father he on some level felt obligated to look out for me. I'm glad he did. My life didn't turn out perfect, I didn't stop hanging out with the crowds he met me in till I was about 22 and I made bad choices but I would have been worse off if I never met Mitch wilder. When certain choices came up and the repercussions were going to be bad I usually thought " Mitch would chew me out for this" and I'd turn down that opportunity. So though I'm unsure wether I believe in heaven or hell I'd like to think that if they do exists that Mitch is in heaven because it's not always what you do in your life but how you effected those around you. He deserves heaven for all he did for me. I'll miss him and I just hope that if some other young girl is out there falling into the bad crowd so to speak, I hope she finds her very own Mitch wilder who will protect her and help her through it all.

RIP MITCH WILDER

You'll always be part of my past and future. I can't thank you enough!