Dance With The Devil

The one sure thing about religion is that it is not sure thing. The basic religious understanding is that there is Heaven and Hell, good people go to Heaven and bad people go to Hell, to burn with the Devil. I personally do not know what to believe, I guess my opinion is always changing, and contradicting where I previously stood in my own personal debate. After hearing a story like the guy who all of a sudden, decided to confess a murder that had happened when he was a teenage makes me think, why? Why does he not remember confessing his murder to the police, he either is a huge mental case or there is something else to it. The devil could be behind it, or it could have nothing to do with the devil at all.

I think that there are good and bad people in the world, it has been, and will always be this way. You need to have many different types of people in the world to keep a steady equilibrium of good and bad people. Some may argue that this guy Randy is not necessarily a bad person because he is a murderer. I would have to disagree with that. I believe that if you a murderer than you are a bad person, once you take someone’s life, rape someone, or attempt to kill someone then BOOM, you’re a bad person. I do believe that there are people who do bad things but murder is just not one of them.

The reason I’m undecided on whether the devil is real or not may be because I never went to church, or maybe because I have never had an experience like one of those stories in the podcast. I’m talking about the stories where people were overcome by the Devil, and somehow saw some sort of illogical thinking as logical. How can a sane person just all of a sudden think it would be a good idea to kneel in front of a car and wait to be hit? I think that this guy was not happy with his life, or maybe shit tanked off his ass.

Weather the devil is real or fake, I don’t think it matters. To me it’s not the question of where you go after you die I ask, or spend any time worrying about. I like to wonder where I will go when I am alive, I guess that’s probably why most old people are religious. Old people are on there on the final stretch of their lives, they have nowhere else to go but church. It doesn’t matter is Heaven and Hell are real or fake. The whole Idea in Heaven and Hell does play important roles in our society because it keeps a lot of people sane, and gives people a reason to do good in this world. As long as we live there will always be people doing good, and people doing bad, so therefore there will always be belief in God and the Devil.    

10 Years From Now

It’s a Sunday, 11:00 am, tee time, and my brother and I are paired up with another gentleman to make a 3 person group. I introduce myself “Hi my names Derek.” The man looks at me and in a deep raspy voice, he says “Mike nice to meet you.” It sounded like he was a smoker, I noticed he had R32 irons with a Scotty Cameron putter that looks like its straight from the factory. Mike didn’t say much at first, he walked over next to the putting green and started taking practice swings while we waited for the group in front of us to finish up the first hole. Now it was out turn to tee off, I turned to mike and said, “Go ahead man, show us how it’s done.” “alright, but I’m not very good” he said back. I’m thinking in the back of my head, yea right I’ve heard this one before, another modest pro. This guy is wearing some fresh ass Nikes with an Under Armour golf shirt, Dockers, and has his black hair slicked back, dude is about to murder this ball. I reply back to him “don’t worry me and Nick aren’t good either” just to make him feel more comfortable. Mike walked over to the tee box and stuck his tee into the ground, he put his driver straight out in front of him with his arms extended, lining it up with the flag. I turn to my brother, “What are the chances of this guy making the green?” he turns to me, shaking his head and says “come on Derek, its 310 out, not a chance.” Mike pulls his club back and swings, he topped it, and it’s a worm burner about 100 yards down the middle of the fairway. “God dammit” he slams his club against the ground, I go next and slice it left, Nick cranks it 275 down the middle of the fairway. We all get in the cart and my brother hands me a bud light, to my surprise mike pulls a rolling rock out of his bag. “Where are you from” I ask him “I live in L.A but I grew up in new Hampshire” “No shit” I say, “we did too, where in New Hampshire?”  Manchester, I went to Memorial High School.” “Damn I went to West, what a small world” Nick said. “What brought you out to Vegas?” I ask him, he told us he was here on business. Mike looked at me and took a big swig of his beer and finished his first brew of the day, he said “I’m an inventor, have you here’d of the Holocomputer” “You invented that!?” I was very impressed that was cutting edge technology, the Holocomputer is a computer that looks like a flash drive and projects a hologram of a keyboard and screen that are touch sensitive where your finger is the mouse. At this point I’m pretty excited to be drinking beers, golfing, and shooting the shit with the inventor of the Holocomputer. We finish all 18 at about 2:30 I shot a 95 my brother shot an 80 and Mike, well Mike stopped keeping score after the 4^th hole.  The man just loves to golf witch I respected, after all it is the hardest sport in the world. We walk over to the clubhouse, Mike says “give me a call if you boys are ever in L.A” he hands us his business card and gets in a Lincoln town car. Nick and I hop in a cab, we get in our room “Where are the girls?” nick said “I don’t know but who cares, we’re in Vegas bro, let’s go chill by the pool and enjoy the rest of the day.  We get down to the pool and to no surprise both of our wives were down there, they were with another lady who looked older probably about mid to late 30’s. “this is Star, we met her shopping today and were going to go out to dinner with her and her husband tonight” my wife said. I’m thinking oh great I wanted to hit the casino with nick tonight and the girls will want to go see Circus Ole or some shit. “I’m Derek, Jen’s wife, nice too meet you” I shake her hand. Star is wearing a black g string bottom with a white top, she definitely has implants and has bleach blonde hair. Her belly button is pierced and has a pretty good body for her age, she’s not one of those older people that shouldn’t be wearing a bikini, she could pull it off. After lying out by the pool we go back to our room, turns out Star and her husband are also staying at the Palms. Jen and I go back up to our room to get ready, she says, “dress nice baby wear that suit with the black and green tie, I put it out on the bed” “ok honey” I replied, “why don’t you wear that sexy little white dress u bought yesterday” she walks out of the bathroom and she already has I on. “you didn’t have to tell me I can read your mind” she says smiling at me as she runs her hand through her hair. “Its 7:00 Nick and Sarah should be here, were meeting Star and her husband at Nove Italliano at 7:15” “hang on ill call Ni….” I’m interrupted by a knock on the door. We all take the elevator down to the restaurant, were here first, I go to the bathroom with my brother to watch my hands. The restaurant was real nice with marble sinks, I walk out of the bathroom and am shocked to see Star and her husband. I take a seat and say “hey mike, long time no see.” 

House on Loon Lake

When I first started listening to the story of the house on Loon Lake I was thinking these kids remind me alot of myself, throwing shit at cars and blowing up jack o lanterns. As I listened on I thought this was going to be some haunted house bullshit story, I don't believe in ghosts for one reason only, there not real! Once the podcast started talking about this abandoned house they broke into it reminded me of something very similar my two boys and me did this summer. As the summer was winding down and someone came up with the idea that we should all go camping before we go off to college. On a Friday night we drove up to lake winnipesaukee where this girl said she found a campground for all 16 of us teenagers. When we drove to the campground they said we had too many people and couldn't stay there. We ended up going to about 3 more till we found one that would let us stay, this was key because it was getting dark at this point and we would have been screwed if we couldn't find a place to stay. About 8 of us were there at this point, once the other half arrived the owner of the campground camp up with some bullshit excuse to make us leave saying there can only be 8 of us or something like that. I was fine with staying at the campsite, but all the girls were saying how we cant split up and it wont be the same blah blah. Eventually we took down our tents and hit the road again looking for somewhere to stay, personally I wanted to just park on the side of the road, go out in the woods, and do some real camping Bear Grill style, but it was dark and no one brought a flashlight. My friend was driving and my other friend was in the back seat with some chick he was with at the time. She said we might be able to stay at her cousins house on newfound lake like 15 minutes down the road, we were real desperate at this point so we agreed to go there. Her aunt said we can stay there, we showed up to this condo on a lake, at this point its me, my 2 best-friends, that girl, and her cousin. We are real bored at this point wanting to do something, anything, because we were ready to rage at a campsite with everyone from high school, the girls cousin tells us about an abandoned house down the road that is really sketchy and scary, I look at my boys and know there  down for whatever. We get a flashlight from her aunt, get in the car and drive 2 minutes down the road, bang a left and stop the car. This girl’s cousin tells us we need to park here and walk the rest of the way because the house across the street will call the cops if they see anyone in the house. We walk across the road and get into the yard of the abandoned house, it was real quiet and old both of my friends were being bitches so I had to walk in front but I couldn't use the flashlight incase the house across the street saw it and called the cops. As I walk around the side I am eyeing it out so see if I can see inside, but it’s too dark. Once we got to the back door it was game time I could hear the girls whispering how they didn't want to go in and thought I didn't come here to look around the yard. When I shined my light into the back door I could just see lots of old furniture covered in dust, I opened the door and walked in. No one was talking until the girls cousin said "OMG that door was closed last time I came here, someone must have opened it" that was all that needed to be said. Everyone booked shit out of the house. I left with them, having no interest chilling in there by myself.  After listening to the story of the house on Loon Lake it makes me wish I had stuck around to see if I could have found something in the house. Makes me want to go find another abandoned house and see what I can dig up who knows maybe I could make some dough.