NASCAR DANwrote:
I wander if this sexual predator will be too

short for hell when he dies or the judge

because even the judge as stupid as he is will

someday stand before god and answer as to

why he didn;t let  a child molester go free who we

know is innocent. i wander if it had been

the judge,s kids that were assaulted by this

slime would he have said you are too short for

prison.i wander karen if it is ok if i put this on

my website and i will give you credit for this

please let me know thanks danny. take care

and i will talk to you later.

May 28

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 NASCAR DANwrote:
About time justice prevailed in someone,s

favor in this world especially after what you

went through. i know how you feel because i

have an uncle who i don,t trust for a second

and with good reason because he helps my

mom in the bathroom dooing something funny and other things and he

wanted our bank account numbers plus social  security numbers and wanted to know about

something else we had like some other

finances. well i got mad and said you can,t

have them and i told him to get out of our

house and he left plus he was mad but i did,nt

care. i know i did the right thing i really feel

good about this and i would do it again in a

heartbeat. so i  am  glad you won and justice

should prevail even though it sometimes

does,nt so good for you take care talk to you

later.

May 8

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NASCAR DANwrote:
i wander if mister CLASON  would put his hand

on the BIBLE and swear to uphold every word

of what the scriptures say,s if it meant he

could go to heaven or would he perfer to go to

hell.

Apr. 1

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NASCAR DANwrote:
I will be watching idol to see you on there, 

please wear a bikini give then hell

Feb. 12

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Whatever happen to GLORIA ESTEFAN and the

MIAMI SOUND MACHINE. i love her and she is

a lot better than manilow any day. i would

rather put up with the hookers and rapists

here in Columbus that listen to someone who

thinks he can sing. GLORIA ESTEFAN WHERE

ARE YOU WHEN WE NEED YOU ?

Feb. 11

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Karen .. you are a dayum good writer .. I

started in the middle but quickly found I

wanted to start at the beginning and over a

couple of days made my way to the end .. it

was a lil more twisted than I thought but in

getting it down on paper  must have been

crazy for you ... I was engulfeed the whole

time.
 
You don't know my past but if you did, you'd

be depressed.  I have never been one to

question the state of love ; but I have enjoyed

being in love and for those precious few hours

of shared love sprinkled so sparingly

throughout life almost everything was worth it

;but I do still envy those who find it and keep it

alive over their lifetimes  and even in unhappy

endings there is one bright shining star.
Feb. 3

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NASCAR DAN wrote:
Seems it is like that old song looking for love

in all the worng places is true but painful at the

same time. Ttrying to find someone to spend

the rest of your life with is not easy and it takes

hard work and you have to kiss a lot of

hookers and gay guys before you find the

right person but hang in there becuase sooner

or later your prince will show up. I can,t wait to

read the rest of this story so take care and i

will see you later.

Jan. 28

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RebornTIGERDAN974 wrote:
Boy i was like you were between a rock and a

hard place between this gay guy and the

women at the supermarket. I would have been

relieved to leave after all that but i am not a big

crowd person anyway. I like to stay at home

sometimes more privacy that way. Anyway i

can,t wait for the rest of of the story so

continue and i will keep reading till next time

catch you later.
Jan. 24

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RebornTIGERDAN974 wrote:
Restraints in bed sounds kinky and fun, i

wander if i ever did that with him. Probably not

who wants to be handcuffed to a bed with a big

 hairy Jabroni on top of you, not me, im not

sure oh well catch you later. Can't wait to see

how this turns out.
Jan. 23

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 RebornTIGERDAN974 wrote:
GILLIGAN,S ISALND WAS NEVER LIKE THIS. A

shame because i really liked maryann I

WANTED TO TAKE her bathing suit off oh well

i like reading this story so keep up the good

work and i will catch you later.
Jan. 12

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 RebornTIGERDAN974 wrote:
Tell you what if you find something to fill that

void let me know because i am still ticked off

about my last job 7 years ago and trying to get

another one is not easy. I want to get another

job and forget about my last one because

there are a lot of bad feelings between me and

my ex employer when he wanted me to go in

the bathroom with him and take my pants

downso finding another job and putting this

behind me is not going to be easy but i am

going to try. So good luck with your job search

and take care talk to you later.
Dec. 30

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 Hey any chance you are moving to OHIO i have

an empty house across the street from me.

don:t worry i will not look through the

windows at night, well maybe not really
oh well i could not be that lucky. stop by when

you get moved and settled. well i let you go so

take care and
i will see you later .

Aug. 22

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 NASCAR DANwrote:
Well when i went to another church i got away

form my grandmother and her condemnation and pnishment of me  making me wear girls clothes and underwear  i do not even like to think about those days;

of me and i went to youth camp and to the

drama club and had alotof fun and did not feel

rejected by my grandmother or the people at

her church. i have,nt been to youth camp in

years but i miss it plus the chruch i used to go

to. if  i could go back to when i was a teenager

when i first got saved i would do it in

aheartbeat i miss it i used to spend hours and

hours just reading my bible and praying and i t

helped me alot. there was always peace and

comfort in reading my bible and finding out

god really felt about me i miss that. well i will

let you go so take care and i will talk to

youlater

Aug. 14

 

 

 

 

 

I landed in Calcutta at 5am just as the city was starting to wake up. It’s hard to explain exactly why, but even the airport felt sort of run down and more third world than any other I have visited. Getting through immigration took quite a while, but after that I was out into the main airport, to meet my guide, Anup, who would show me around and prove to be an invaluable source of information for the next two days. I was quickly escorted to a comfortable bus. Rather than the crowds of beggars I expected to encounter, there was only one woman begging quite persistently. Not knowing what to think or how to feel, I gave away my very nice sweater.

 

The bus ride into the city was a bit bewildering. It was early, so things were pretty quiet, but almost too quiet. There were buildings that were in such disrepair, and some were collapsed. It looked much like I picture a war zone would have.  People were washing themselves, urinating, carrying water, brushing their teeth etc. All the while my trusty guide was going on about what a wonderful city Calcutta was, and that there isn’t any poverty problems, that they are a myth etc.   I found what he said to be true I came to realize what he was talking about. He told us that approximately 1 million people live on the streets of Calcutta, but that they are not beggars. They are business men. They sleep on the street and then wake up and open a food stand, pull rickshaws etc.

 

After walking a bit we started to make our way the main market. We passed through the center of Calcutta which is a huge empty circular area ringed with terribly disintegrating old colonial buildings. We also passed by the bus terminal which was packed with buses I hope never to get on! Before tackling any shopping we stopped for the a snack at the other famous fancy hotel, the Oberoi. I was still not feeling so well, and stuck to toast and Coke for my snack. I also witnessed the grossest buffet behavior I have ever seen. A man picked up a chocolate doughnut with tongs, licked the chocolate off the tongs, and then put them back. Yuck!

In India, the squat toilet reigns supreme. It's quite rare to see a western throne-type toilet here in India. Even more rare still to see toilet paper in the toilet.

Toilet paper in India tends to be expensive ($1 for a 3 day supply) and feels like lens cleaning paper. About half of the roll is taken up with a thick cardboard roll. I guess I should just be happy I don't have to resort to newspaper or notebook paper. Usually you only have a choice of two types of toilet paper, described by merchants as "big" and "small". As in, "Would you like big or small?" Big will last 3 days, and small lasts a day and a half. I should say that I also use toilet paper to blow my nose and sometimes for napkins.

Squattie flushers are in very interesting places. Sometimes there is a button to press, sometimes the toilet appears not to have an automatic flush and sometimes you'll see a knob to turn.

2) Western toilet with water coming out of the back of the toilet. Seen in fancier restaurants and better hotels. Just like in Egypt, except the water mostly just dribbles out. In public places, very often the seat has been lifted or is not present. No doubt to accomodate those who prefer to squat, though that requires a bit of athletics.

3) Western toilet with hose. Seen very, very rarely. In two weeks of travel I have seen only two of these. One at a five-star hotel, the other I can't remember.

4) Open air squattie. As the name, implies, your backside is open to the wind. Seen at train stations, bus stations and the "Pay and Use" toilets. Short digression to explain the "Pay & Use Toilets". In India, you have lots of public toilets. You hand over 1-5 rupees to a usually grubby, unhappy looking person manning the cash box and use the toilet or a shower. Unfairly, urinals are free in these places. A lady always has to use the "toilet".

5) Open air trough. I have seen these in women's bathrooms. I am not sure if anyone actually uses them. A woman would need to be quite athletic to use the trough, I'd imagine. These will only be seens in very grotty Pay&Use places, bus stations or train stations. I think the trough might be the women's urinal.

                                                                            TO BE CONTINUED-GETTING LAID IN INDIA

 

                                                                                                          
 

I am back! Thank you for all those who had wished for a good trip. The Himachal trip was shorter than I had initially planned, and I covered Lahaul, Spiti and Kinnaur valleys and some lower regions in Shivaliks, Shimla and Manali. I skipped Ladakh which was part of the GUIDE, as it would have been too much. It was a quick trip where I did not really spend much time, but had a good idea of Himachal's landscapes, which could work as an input for further journeys to the region, and I can't really wait to share all those beautiful memories of the journeys!

 

Having my laptop with me also saved me some time as I did not have to sit on my really old Pentium II computer which I have at my apartment in Fresno. When I got back from my trip to India I had over 1100 photos taken in my 3 weeks out there. Many of which were not great photos, to say the least. Remember, the MochaMan is not a good photographer.

                                                                     NEXT

 

When I got off the plane I went through customs and got my luggage. Then I got in a line to go outside. A man came over and told us that we could go outside. When we got outside, there were people with bamboo sticks and machine guns everywhere. No one tried to grab my suitcase, though. The air smelled like cheap gasoline exhaust.

The journey there was not at all like Cabo San Lucas. There were people standing every where on the highways and groups of children stood everywhere. People knocked on our windows and held up whatever they were selling. Every one was really thin. When I got to the hotel, I collapsed and slept until 3 in the afternoon the next day.

 

Then they drove  me to the train station in Bangalore. We passed boys without any clothes at all and girls without any shirts. Everyone stared into the windows of the taxi. When I climbed out, there were a lot of people walking barefoot over the mucky streets and garbage heaps.  Anyway there are many busses and there is no where to park, our driver lets us off and parks anyway, he will take the ticket - however the policeman beats him with a stick and causes him to leave. We visit the Tomb and find our bus. We visit Gandhi Memorial Museum where he was shot. We then drive by Parliament and finally back to my hotel. The hotel is full of Americans in white robes, it turns out they are Sikhs and are here to celebrate the 300 year anniversary of their Religion.

 

                                                                     TEMPTATION

 

I met a girl today that was twelve. She was married and she said that she had been told to lie about her age. Then the husband came out of the crowd. He was 25. He said that she was 25. They didn’t even have the lie straight. The man kept on coming back and asking me the same questions. Was he trying to sell me a wife?

 

                                                                     DAY 2

 

This morning I get up early to catch the Shatabdi Express to Agra. Our guide says we have several rolls in one coach. This turns out not to be true, we are spread out among 3 coaches and the seating chart at the station does not match the one on the train and my seat is taken, welcome to India. It is a 2-hour train ride to Agra but the train only stops for 5 minutes so we have to hurry to get off as others try to get on. I made it. We take our coach to the hotel the Trident, very nice and then we visit the Red Fort. I went back to the hotel and go out again at 4 PM when it is a little cooler. This time I go to the Taj Mahal. There are many hawkers here and they had one lady  who got her purse snatched. The Taj is beautiful and very impressive. Back to the hotel again. I am feeling sicker.

 

                                                                      TO BE CONTINUED

 

                                                                                  

 

 

Plans are moving cheerily along for my impending Indian excursion. It will be great to visit with a few of the friends I have made here (the previous post's fears were unfounded, yay!) as well as see new sights, experience new things, meet new people and become immersed in a different culture altogether. The last few times travel exercised its exotic influence over me it resulted in significant change in my life of some sort. This time I expect nothing less. Perhaps I am a little more susceptible to change at times like this in that I am clearly out of my structured environs and able to think a little more outside-the-box, maybe a little more objectively than my day to day exisitence might otherwise allow. Maybe it's that I am ready to change, grow, mature, wise-up and gain perspective that prepares me to utilize the experience as an opportunity to morph into something/someone that is me, but different. This carries with it a mix of fear and excitement: fear of the unknown and excitement for the same. What does all of this mean? Who the hell knows? Whenever expectations are set, provided they are realistic, we can usually attain them. In this case, I purpose to have the best time ever. No matter what. While we certainly grow during hardhip, laughter and mirth are an ageless tonic against the ravages of time.