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Kill Them With Kindness

By 'Mean' Mike Duffau, published on Apr 21, 2011

This afternoon I reported to work at the St. Pete Times Forum for the hockey play-offs. I'm usually nervous before I start because I know for a fact there's always going to be a customer(s) (male or female) that gives me a hard time about the parking prices or the parking in general. It never fails... the ones that give me the most headaches are the pansies with the luxury cars. Sure enough my theory is right.

An older gentlemen arrives driving a black Lexus. He drove passed me as if I didn't exist. So what do I do? I chase him down. I get his attention and I ask him politely, "Hi sir... (more)

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It's Official...

By 'Mean' Mike Duffau, published on Apr 17, 2011

It's not that it takes over my life, but the bulk of my social life is by way of conversing on Facebook. (Yes, its pathetic I know!) Even through that forum somehow the conversation falls apart. Let me just say that words on a computer screen that are typed by anyone tends to be taken out of content sooner or later. Either one word or a statement can ruin a chat and so the time it took to build something solid is destroyed. The person on the other end quickly becomes judgmental and angry.

Then you have to explain yourself what you meant because the other person doesn't understand nor... (more)

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Legends Boxing Club

By 'Mean' Mike Duffau, published on Apr 7, 2011

I was driving around the streets of Tampa and getting reacquainted again after being away for ten years. A lot has changed within that time period, and some stayed the same as if trapped in a time capsule. One of the things I was spoiled in Los Angeles was that there were some boxing gyms that I could go and train whenever I wanted. I think Tampa is lacking that and it needs to change. I missed the smell of The Broadway Gym in South Central. There's nothing like it, until...

I found a gym that fueled my ambitions to start training again. I haven't trained like a champ in about 2 years,... (more)

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Blessed By The Old Man

By 'Mean' Mike Duffau, published on Mar 26, 2011

I was in a car accident on March 7th. I was on my way to work and about to jump on the freeway when a snow-bird from Ohio veered into my lane. The good part is that nobody was injured. The bad part was my car was totaled and the 88-year-old liability was able to drive her van. (with a huge dent on her door.) Ever since then I had been dealing with the snow-bird's insurance people. They're basically a bunch of robots that go by the book, and they don't let up one bit. I was expecting to have my car replaced or a good sum of money so I can walk into any lot of my choice and purchase another car.... (more)

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Somewhere

By 'Mean' Mike Duffau, published on Mar 3, 2011

Somewhere... there is an actor

with a jet-black road beast.

Pills.

Pole-dancers.

Cigarettes.

Beers.

Parties.

He dwells in a Chateau

where the sunset not far

behind.

There was a freeway nearby.

He has all; emptiness.

An innocent offspring appears

and a joyous union is born.

Until she leaves again.

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Dear John

By 'Mean' Mike Duffau, published on Feb 23, 2011

John,

3/9/2010

I’m writing this letter as simple as I can make it so your small mind can comprehend. There are things that I have shared with you in the past month or two which was obviously a mistake. I was under the impression by now at your age that you have matured into adulthood, but I guess I was wrong.

I have mentioned to you about that property my father had giving me for when I wanted to start a business in the future. In this moment in time I couldn't do anything with it because of my current circumstances, and you are aware of that. One of the last things you... (more)

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The Insomniac

By 'Mean' Mike Duffau, published on Feb 18, 2011

One evening the insomniac came home from work. It was late. The front porch had no lights, and the streetlight wasn’t enough to illuminate the keyhole as he struggled to open the door. The neighborhood was quiet like a ghost town. He manages to get the door open and walks inside, quietly. Once inside he closes the door as it squeaks shut. The living room is dark and a large fish tank vaguely lights part of the house. His eyes adjust to the interior of the home. The couch is occupied by a room-mate, who is the owner of the house. His bedroom is being used by his parents, who are visiting from... (more)

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(W.O.W.) words of wisdom

By 'Mean' Mike Duffau, published on Feb 18, 2011

Do not show me government propaganda.

Instead point me in the direction of the promise land.

Lawless.

Greeks rubbing fur on amber to create a synthetic attraction.

Electricity.

Lamp posts are a buzz-kill to the stars above and the moon.

They like to watch television in the dark.

It isn't the right setting.

Destroys the mood of the theater and cinema.

There's a new dimension out there I need

To

Discover.

Read Nietzsche to expand the mind

Or

Watch television in the dark.

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What Are Friends For?

By 'Mean' Mike Duffau, published on Feb 10, 2011

This is a brief conversation I had with a friend via text message. It wasn't much of a conversation like I expected. The worse mistake a woman does is resort to having a chat on a silly text-message as oppose to the good o' fashion telephone call. I guess to win a gals heart nowadays is subscribe her to a text-message plan on her cell-phone rather than giving her a diamond. Hell, it's cheaper but it'll be the end of a potential verbal conversation.

The conversation is as follows:

Me: R u alive? 1:53p

Dunce: No 4:08p

Me: Why? 4:09p

Dunce: Exhausted 4:11p

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A Boy's Life

By 'Mean' Mike Duffau, published on Jan 31, 2011

Have you ever seen the movie TAPS that came out in 1981? I had to go through something like that back when I was a kid. It was the summer of 1983 and I was 10 years old. I was in public school at the time. It was the last day of school and it was about to let out for the summer. My third grade teacher needed to speak with my Mother because she had bad news to tell her. I was waiting in class until my Mother came to pick me up and she didn't know about the bad news, yet. I saw all the kids running around free ready to enjoy a hot, summer break. Mom finally arrives and she saw that I wasn't happy... (more)

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