THE TWO HEADED MONSTER

The Two Headed Monster

 

“For every broken heart there is a person who crushed it”. Do you believe that? I do.

Now when I examine the stories of heart break and relationships, there is always one common denominator at the end of the story. The Two Headed Monster. What is the Two Headed Monster you ask? Well that is a man with two heads, one used for thinking and the other for total devastation of the heart. Now, I know what you thinking from the start, why is a man writing a story bashing his own species? Well, because the destruction that men bring to women doesn’t end with women only. I have lost countless guy friends because of the Two Headed Monster . Going all the way back to my years in college, I can remember losing a close friend of mine because of the two monster that I once possessed. I literally was selfish and didn’t care about anyone else except for myself and proceeded to take his girl. Once I did, he found out and we never spoke again. Sometimes I wonder why we as men let the ugly head below the neck ruin us. Can you tell me?

Lets take this Tiger Woods situation for a spin.

 

Now, in defense of Tiger Eldrick Woods, I sympathize for his situation because he is being cast as a villain. I believe that the women involved, who are doing US weekly interviews and smiling all on TMZ should be cast as whores. They knew the man was married with two children and they still proceeded to sleep with him and brag about it to the world. They should be chastised just as much as Woods and I am not seeing that. Yes, he is a billionaire athlete, probably the most famous sports figure on the planet besides Michael Jordan, but that doesn’t give him a mulligan to sleep around with every chick he sees. I won’t go into how stupid I think he was in getting caught, because that will be the butt of the joke for the next 20 years. I just think Tiger was taking over by the Two Headed Monster in him and it showed by looking at some of the women he slept with. 90 percent of this women were decent at best, none of them were more beautiful than his wife and he could have least picked better looking women. I know, he shouldn’t have picked anyone at all, but I am just saying, why put your wife through the most embarrassing moment of her life, sleeping with average women. Where are the Sports Illustrated models or Victoria Secret Angels?

Now I am not a religious man, but I do believe in GOD and sometimes I wonder if he knew what he was creating when he placed the penis on a man. Did he think, this is going to ruin the world or did he say to himself, I am going to be very entertained watching men destroy my precious creation, WOMEN. I like to think that he is shaking his head at his own creation, especially if we are created in his image.

The Two Headed Monster is a very selfish person, he is without thought or feelings. He allows himself the courtesy to do as he is pleased and never deal with the repercussions that comes with his joy. We have children all around the world without fathers because of the Two Headed Monster . There are countless women who have turned lesbian because of the Two Headed Monster . Best friends have become enemies and people have even sadly died because of the two headed monster. No matter how big or how small, the two headed monster clouds our judgment and allows pain and destruction to consume us.

One night of joy can lead to a lifetime of pain and guilt. That is something we all have to deal with, women and men alike, but the Two Headed Monster seems to be like a special needs child or someone with ADD, always looking for attention and never really understanding or listening. That is the problem, I think a man can be mature mentally up top, but below, some men will always be that 13 year old boy who discovered the playboy in his dad briefcase. That is something women and men alike will have to deal with for ages to come, people are the same no matter what year it is. The Two Headed Monster has been around ever since the Ice Ages. I can picture a cave man whacking his friend over the head with a club because of the two headed monster in him. How about Kane and Abel, I am sure the Two Headed Monster caused Kane to slay his own brother over some selfish nonsense.

No matter how rich or how poor, the Two Headed Monster seems destined to be around for eternity. The only thing I can say about it is, we as men need to began the battle. Good Head vs. Bad Head. The victor remains to be seen, but I do know it’s a personal battle. I chose to stay single a lot of years because of the Two Headed Monster in me. I was able to be free of guilt and free of breaking hearts. It was only until recently that I discovered that my head above was more powerful than my head below and for me, that was victory number one.

God Bless

You Use To Be My Rose

You Use To Be My Rose

By

Will Harris

Once upon a time you were my perfectly pick flower, a rose that stood out of a dozen. At first you seemed to be like the rest of the bunch when it came to appearance, substance and quality. All were exquisite to me at the time, but you stood out like a unicorn among fine horses, just pure beauty you were. I gravitated towards your essence like a bee to the core of a perfect flower. I was fascinated by your splendor and smell from the beginning, but as I came to know more about you, you taught me that deeply rooted in your DNA, was a bloodline of enthusiasm, grace and positivity that made everyone and everything around you feel enhanced.

“You use to be my rose”

I loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you. Anything I did, you were by my side. You were my support and I was the sunlight you greatly required. My love for you flowed like the water you thirst for. I was your protective vase and I became the essential shade that you needed on a daily basis. You were very distinctive from all of the other flowers that I came across in my life. No matter, where I was or who I was with, my mind stayed on you. There was no comparing when it came to comparison; you were the Babe Ruth of flowers.

“You use to be my rose”

Sometimes it feels like I hear your footsteps outside my door. But I shouldn’t think that because you are not mines anymore. You did everything right to keep me and my ambiance beautiful. I became lethargic as you continued to shine through my bullshit, and sooner than later, you finally gave up on me. I don’t blame you though, you deserve someone great. Someone who knows what a perfectly picked flower is. Someone that is gracious enough to sacrifice their own time to make sure you are well taken care of.

“You use to be my rose”

I indeed did what every amateur florist does, and that was taking you for granted. The sunlight I once was became as dim as a dull light bulb. The water you once thirsted for, became as dry as a desert lake. I am without words because I took your innocence and beauty for granted. You were the most loyal thing I could have ever asked for, and I couldn’t provide the simplest attention that you warned for to keep you happy.

I don’t deserve you and I don’t want another chance. All I ask is that you find someone who does. You are too rare to be taken lightly, and your exquisiteness should be in the presence of someone who cherishes such a thing. I know now that you are by far the most precious thing I ever had and it is far, far too late to step up to the plate……

“You use to be my rose, rose, rose”………

“But not anymore”

The Reality About Bad Timing

Bad timing is like a bad dream that never ends. I am sure that most people around the world, has a story to tell about bad timing affecting their life. To what extent is a mystery all together, but regardless of how bad or good it was, it changes all of our lives. Think about the woman or man that didn’t make it to work on the morning of September 11, 2001 at the world trade center. Or what about the family that didn’t decide to go on vacation to Southeast Asia in 2004, when a tsunami killed 300,000 people on resorts and beaches. The result of bad timing for them was a great outcome, but think about the person that went to work at the world trade center and the family that went on that vacation to Southeast Asia. Regardless of the decision, bad timing has a way of letting you know he is around the corner.

For me, bad timing has been a figure in my life with a kung fu grip. I can remember being ten years old, sneaking into a closed pool with friends and swimming with no lifeguard around. Just me and four other kids having fun. But for me, I wasn’t an excellent swimmer at that time and I was all alone in the pool. The other kids were off in the laundry area trying to break into the vending machines to get snacks.  While in the shallow end of the pool, I started to swim underwater and forgot where I was in the pool and ended up in the deep end. For me, the deep end was no man’s land and I was starting to drown.  I remember like it was yesterday as I continued to struggle to stay above the water, when I felt an arm grab me and pull me out of ten feet of water. It was my friend Nelson, who was wondering where I was and came looking for me. He saved my life. Bad Timing had a good outcome for me that time.

It’s difficult to understand why things turn out bad for some and good for others. Many people turn to God and seek answers, but for me I just take everything with a grain a salt and understand that we all must play the cards we are dealt. Sometimes life deals you a shitty hand and it’s up to you to choose how you respond. I think people forget that in mostly all religions, God rules with an iron fist, but gives all people free will to live the way they want. Free will to live the life you decide and then when you face judgment, it’s your life that you chose freely to live that is judged. Similar to the law, you commit a crime, you do the time. But that’s too deep for me even to write about, God and Judgment.

Like I said before, bad timing has a way of showing you who’s in charge. Very cruel and rewarding at times, bad timing will always show you that he exists for better or worse. Think about the girl who decides to lose her virginity to her boyfriend.  She finally gives in to his demands and lets the guy who she loves take the pure essence of her away, but there is a catch and bad timing lets her have it. She gets pregnant the first time she has sex or perhaps she gets herpes or HIV from the boyfriend she thought was honest and loyal to her. That life for you and bad timing rules it.

Another story of mine which has stayed in my head for nine years is the day that changed my life forever.

It was a Sunday in the summer of 2000 and I was a week away from going back to college for my sophomore year. I had spent the summer in Carbondale, Illinois working out with friends. NBA, Overseas and college basketball players spent their summers there working out against the best to improve their games. Me, I was fresh off a successful freshman year in college, where I had ups and downs in college. I didn’t like college and I wanted to leave as soon as possible. My dreams of playing in the NBA were as strong as ever and I had the game to back it. I went hard that summer because I had a feeling that I was leaving the next year, to try pro basketball after only two years of college. My people around me supported the idea and I even got advice from people in the NBA. So my confidence needed no boost, I was on cloud nine. So that Sunday was nothing but a routine workout before I left back to school. I worked out with two guys, Troy Hudson and Rashad Tucker. We shot about 500 hundred shots before calling it a day.

While we were getting ready to leave, Stan Gouard, a former player who played at my university, was on a court playing and they needed one more player to play because a player got hurt. I didn’t want to play, but I was nice enough to say yes. It was a game with no talent or passion, just a bunch of guys trying to play. I shouldn’t have been on the court.  I spent the whole game not doing anything, just trying to get the game over and leave. It was point game when I leaked out for the ball and got it. I was all alone and decided to end the game with a flashy play. A guy came running at me and I then decided to dunk the ball and do with flare. I should have just layed the ball up and the game was over, but no my stupid idea changed my life. I jumped as high as I could and when I mean high, think Lebron James high and I cocked the ball back with one arm and attempted to dunk the ball. When I did this, the guy running towards me, ran under me and undercut me and I flipped. I heard a pop and I knew it wasn’t good. I landed and the first words out of my mouth were, “God Why Me”. I was on the floor crying in pain and my knee was the size of volleyball. I tore my ACL and I went from thinking about the NBA to thinking about rehabbing and sitting out for a whole year.

A routine day in which I was to shoot a few balls, go home and pack for school, turned into a nightmare. But it didn’t crush my spirit. I knew I would play ball again, but I didn’t know if I would ever be the same player again and I wasn’t. While sitting out that year, I had to be away from the team and rehab and attend class. While sitting out with a knee injury, I discovered a passion of mine. Writing. I was just acting silly trying to be creative, when I noticed a creative side. I started to enjoy school for the first time in my life and I ended up getting A’s in my classes. I graduated in three years from college and ended up getting another degree, my final year of basketball.

Without that injury, I wouldn’t have noticed my talent for writing or finished school and I really mean that. So that’s where I give bad timing, thumbs up and I understand his hand in life. He gives and takes away and in that odd way, bad timing blessed me way more than basketball could ever have.

So no matter what is it, losing a parent or friend, getting into a car accident the first week you get the car, missing a party your friends decided to go to without and then tragically dies in a car accident or you running out of gas right in front of the gas station and the guy who helps push the car into the gas turns out to be your soul mate, bad timing is present and always lurking for better or worse.

God Bless

Sir William

My Thanks To All Single Parents

            I never thought I would ever fully understand how hard it is to raise a child alone. I just thought it was something that life makes you adjust to, no matter what. I have seen women and men, raise children on their own all my life, most of the time it being a woman. I never really cared to think about how much sacrifice and heartache they go thru time after time. I thought I would have to have a child of my own, to really understand the dedication a single parent has to make, to make life normal for a child being the only parent involved…..

            I am not here to bash dead beat parents, who were too cowardly to man up to their responsibilities. That’s not for me to judge. There are many men and women who take full responsibility to raising their child even when they are separated. I am here to honor the people who do it alone and have no complaints about being a single parent…..

            I was raised by my mother and grandmother and never had a father figure in my life. My biological father has been absent 99 percent of it and the memories I do have of him are visiting him in prison when I was a child. I don’t make excuses for my life being difficult because I never had my father present. I think my life may have been different a little bit, if I would have had a father in my life to show me things. For example, how to shave or talk to girls, dribble my first basketball or throw my first right hand punch and attend my graduations. Maybe my life wouldn’t have some holes in it, but I don’t think it would have altered the way I am as a person. I am happy with my life, because my single parent chose to make my life great no matter what…..

            The unspeakable strength that a single parent has, is something that god only knows. Think about the woman who is left to take care of two twins, because her children’s father decided he doesn’t want to be with her anymore, so he leaves her to be with another woman. What about the widow of a firefighter, who is left to take care of her four children after her husband tragically, dies, trying to save a burning building. Where does a single parent get the courage and strength to go on and continue life? How do they keep a smile on their face, when they know it is their sole responsibility to raise the kids? My answer, I don’t know. Whatever it may be, it has to be a special gift from god. ….

            I am 27 years of age and I have no children. I have lived all over the world and I have met countless women time after time raising children on their own. The interesting thing I have noticed about all of these women was the fact that I never heard excuses. Never!!!!!!No matter where I was, Chicago, Las Vegas, San Diego, Phoenix, Los Angeles, Atlanta, Orlando, Minneapolis, Australia, Greece, Malaysia and London, women never made excuses. They took the loss of the chin and kept it moving. It was sad to hear that most of these women were raising children on their own, because a man decided he didn’t want a kid, after he had a significant part in making it. But that didn’t matter to the women I met, they were like, fuck him. My child will be ok and have the best life he could have. To me, I was like, damn, I wish I had that strength. But that’s the special gift that single parent possesses.

    So to all the women and men out there who are doing it alone, I want you to understand that I appreciate you. I respect you more than anyone in the world. You are head above shoulders over anyone else. The strength you have to raise a child go on is a joy to see. You give me courage to go out into the world and achieve anything I want to do. For it is you, that makes the world better. I want you all to know that no matter what, there are people like me out there that understand, respects and appreciate you. You are the true definition of a hero….God Bless