Jad Wolf's Blog

just when you think you have it licked…that ol’ syndrome of can’t sleep, mind racing, total exhaustion, nonsense rappin’ and such returns.  don’t know…maybe i should go on meds or just wait it out.  why is it that i don’t wanna go on meds?  they never really helped before.  i always have just tried to control it but sometimes it is really tough to do.   oil well.  guess time will tell.  i even have been questioning the value of my existence…that is really bad.  dang!

I am really excited for my trip to inspect and show section 21 of our mining property to a friend and client, Ken Banks.  Of course we will be driving and taking about a week to do a thorough inspection of everything along the way, Santa Fe, NM, Taos, NM and other interesting places on the old hiway 66 into Flagstaff then I-10 on into Phoenix and then to Quartzsite, AZ the closest community to the project right off of I-10.  We will be posting photos along the way to share with everyone.  What fun!  Stay tuned!

Hey, guys….i gotta new fb page.  interesting and lotsa fun!

jw

 

https://www.facebook.com/MorroBayPartnersLlc

i have lived through this for 66 years only five of which did i even know i was a polar bear.  the ups and downs are for me like just a different lsd trip…something i used to do a lot of in my young…er days.  the way that i survived them is the way i survive my deprssion and mania…i realize that it will all pass and it will all go away and turn into something else…either exciting or boring and on and on and on.  i do get animated on ocassion but not to worry…it too will pass.  i appreciate you all giving me advice on how to cope but i do just get along and accept things as they are.  some days are diamond and some days are coal.  i don’t do meds.  i do pray a lot and often sit quietly and clear my mind…a bit of the yoga from the old days in india at the divine light mission monastary in prem nagar northern india near masourri and derha dun…things that i do not forget things that help me from long ago and far away.  not to worry.  i am fine.  i just keep on truckin’ donchaknow.  don’t hurt anybody tryng to find that elusive smile!    whoa…there it is!  lol!  later!

yesterday i saw barry give a speech on tv in which he said that he wanted to make it easier for folks to refinance their homes so that they would have more money to spend.

HELLO, STUPID!

HOW MUCH MORE OUT OF TOUCH COULD THIS GUY BE?

ISN’T THAT WHAT GOT US INTO THIS MESS IN THE FIRST PLACE?

MAYBE WE SHOULD TRY JOBS INSTEAD OF DEBT!

WE ABSOLUTELY MUST GET THIS INEPT, UNINFORMED, FRADULENT JERK OUT OF OFFICE AND INTO A JAIL CELL WHERE HE BELONGS!

ROMNEY WAS NOT MY FIRST CHOICE, BUT HE IS MY ONLY CHOICE NOW!

THE BIG “O” HAS GOT TO GO!

We soon came out of the mountains or large hills or whatever they were, and saw a sign that read, “TAMPICO” and had an arrow with some amount of kilometers on it, and we assumed that was a town and we had enough fuel so onward we went through the hangover fog.  I don’t remember how long it took us to get to Tampico.  It seems that it was an hour or so as we were driving on a level plain with sand and palm trees and the sun was getting hot.  When we arrived in the town everything was closed up.  We didn’t understand what was happening until we stopped a young couple who spoke some English, and they told us that it was “Cinco de Mayo”…the fifth of May.  We still didn’t get it until they explained that it was their independence day and that all the stores in town were closed and that the only thing open was the, “playa”…the beach.

 

This was all so unexpected.  So we planned to be in Vera Cruz at the beach, but we weren’t. So what?  So it was some kind of a holiday.  So what?  We were in Mexico.  It was a holiday.  There was a beach.  It seemed that things were going to work out just fine so off to the beach we went.  On the way to the beach we found a restaurant where we had breakfast and coffee, and we finished off the last of our pot, just as we arrived..

 

The beach was packed.  Men, women, children, old folks, young folks, families, friends, students and workers all came to the beach on Cinco de Mayo to celebrate Mexico’s independence from France or Spain or somebody a couple hundred years or so ago.  It all started out innocent enough.

 

Jean, Lee and I grabbed a blanket, the cooler full of beer and some towels, locked up the rocket ship and found a place among the crowd to plant ourselves and drink some beers.  It happened by chance that the group of people next to us was some Mexican college students out for a party and as the guys liked what they saw in Jean in her two piece swimsuit, Lee and I liked what we saw in the cute brown-skinned co-eds in their swimsuits and a party soon commenced.  Their English was good and our Spanish was non-existent, so we got along well in English.  They had some pot and some tequila as well as some speed pills that they shared with us and the Mexican student guys tried their best to sneak away with Jean, but she wasn’t going for it just as the cute little Mexican girl students in a nice way let both Lee and I know that anything other than drinking and joking around was just not in the cards.  It didn’t matter as we were having a good time until about six o’clock in the evening when we had to split up and make our own way to find a restaurant and a motel for the night.

 

I remember that as we left, a couple of the guy students got sort  of ugly with us as they wanted Jean to come with them but not us.  That didn’t work out so well, and as we got in the car and drove off with Jean; they threw some rocks at the car and hollered out, “gringo” and “pero blanco” at us.  I found out later what it meant, and it was not very complementary.  “Pero blanco” meant, “white dog” and “gringo” was an expletive for Americans in general.  We were pretty drunk and loaded, and we just laughed it off as we drove down the beach road to find a restaurant.

 

After a couple of blocks, we found a restaurant with a sign that said “Mariscos” in lights and a picture of a fish and a crab on it, so we figured it would be a good place to get some seafood.  We were lucky enough to find a parking spot right out front, and I remember locking the car as we walked into the restaurant.

 

The restaurant was not very big and was sparsely furnished and decorated.  It had only eight or nine folding card tables with four metal chairs placed casually around them, and as we walked in I noticed a couple of the tables filled with empty beer bottles pushed together in the back with six or seven guys sitting around them. We were fresh from all day partying and had on our swim suits and flip flops.  Lee and I had on t-shirts and Jean just had on her swim suit top and cut off jeans.  She looked really good in her suit and was very well endowed and all that showed I am sure when we entered the restaurant.

 

The guys seemed to light up when we came in and one of them said, “welcome, gringo!” as he waved with his hand and a smile.  Initially, they seemed to be pretty good guys, and even though we sat at the opposite side of the room, we talked to each other in their broken English and our wannabe Spanish.  I don’t think that they or Jean, Lee and I had any idea what the other was saying, but we smiled, waved back and said, “Si” a bunch of times as did they until the waitress came to take our order.

 

We asked the waitress, old and shabbily dressed, to bring us beer while we looked at the menu.  It was all in Spanish, and we had no idea what we were ordering but we figured it out as best we could and when the waitress came back with the beer we ordered what we though was some kind of shrimp soup but we weren’t sure and as it turned out, we never found out what we ordered because we never got our dinner.  What we did get was absolutely not what we had expected.

 

As we were looking at the menu, the Mexican men who as it turned out were fisherman or sailors or something like that, got up from their two pushed together tables and sat down at the two tables closest to us…still smiling and talking amongst themselves all the while looking at us as if in anticipation of something.

 

After the waitress took our order, she went to their table, and they ordered some more beer.  I heard one of them say “no abierto la cervesa por favor.”  I don’t even know how or why, but I knew he told her not to open the beers.  I thought maybe they were going to leave and take the beer with them but that was just wishful thinking, I guess, on my part.  I also heard the words, “puta bonita” and a bunch of stuff that made me think that something was indeed up, and I decided that we should leave this place immediately.

 

I had guessed correctly that these hombres were going do what they could to get rid of Lee and me and grab Jean and do God only know what with her.  I leaned over to Jean and in almost a whisper, I said, “Janie, we are getting out of here.  If you ever want to see your mama again, you need to listen to me and do exactly what I tell you.  Do you understand?”  She sensed the seriousness of the situation and answered in the affirmative. “I want you to take these keys and go out to the car.  I want you to get inside, lock the doors, start the engine and don’t let anybody inside except for me and Lee.  If they try to get inside, take the gun from under the seat and shoot them.”  “Do you understand?” I could see the fear in her eyes as she again replied in the affirmative.  She took the keys from my hand and began to get up from the table.  “Wait, not just now.”  I told her.  I then leaned over to Lee and told him, “Lee, it’s fixing to hit the fan.  We are gittin’ out of here pronto.  Wait until Janie hits the door then we back out slow, OK?”  It wasn’t the first time Lee and I had left a barroom together in similar circumstances, so he understood exactly what was up. I turned to Janie and said, “Honey would you go out to the car and get my cigarettes for me?”  “Sure.” She said as she nervously got up from her seat and set off for the door.

 

The rest of the time seemed to all take place in slow motion.  When Jean was about halfway to the door, Lee got up and turned around to the hombre behind him and said something like, “If you f**k with me a**hole, I will pull that moustache right off your face and stuff it down yer throat until you strangle and die.” That probably wasn’t too smart as Lee turned to walk to the door just about the time that the fellow he was talking to broke a full bottle of Bohemia beer on the back of his head.  Lee went down like a sack of potatoes.  I reached over the table and tagged the guy who hit Lee, and we went to the floor.  He still had the broken bottle of beer in his hand, and before I could stop him, he cut my stomach wide open with it and plunged it into my back in the area of my left kidney.  I could hardly feel it when he cut my stomach as I had been drinking, smoking and popping pills all day but when it went into my back it felt like an electric shock went through me starting at my back and going through my entire body.  I don’t know how I did it, but I managed to grab his arm, pull it around and secure it with my left knee as I commenced to pummel him until after he was unconscious.  I didn’t think about it.  I just did it.

 

I didn’t stop until I felt the foot of one of his buddies land on the side of my head as I stumbled to my feet and punched and kicked my way to the door and outside to the street  where Jean had the car running and the doors locked just as I had told her.  I made my way to the front passenger door and managed to climb in completely covered with blood. I could see part of my white intestine protruding from the slice in my belly. I caught my breath and then I realized that Lee was still inside the restaurant.   Jean had the 9mm in her hand but the safety was still on and there was no round in the chamber. “Gimme the gun!” I said.  She hesitated.  “Gimme the f**king gun, Jean.  I mean it now!”  I shouted.  She handed it over to me and I jacked a round into the chamber and took off the safety.  I was going back inside to get Lee.  I knew he would have done it for me.

 

I struggled to get out of the car, holding my stomach with one hand as I opened the door.  After getting out of the car, I reached back in and pulled the pistol from the seat.  Still holding my stomach and bleeding like a stuck pig with the pistol in my hand, I walked toward the restaurant just about the time that something was thrown out the door and landed on the hood of the car. It was Lee or what was left of him. I put the gun back in the front seat and put the safety on.  The door closed at the restaurant, and I could hear the click as it was locked.  The shades were pulled down on both the door and the windows and the “cerrado” or “closed” sign was hung on the inside of the door.  It seemed that they wanted nothing more to do with us and we certainly wanted nothing more to do with them.

 

Lee was starting to come to as I struggled to help him up.  I was no help at all.  As much as I tried, it was no use.  He had to get up on his own. He had landed on the hood ornament and had a nasty puncture wound in his back where part of the hood ornament broke off inside.  I had lost a lot of blood and was feeling weak and woozy as Lee and Jean helped me into the back seat, and we drove off looking for a hospital.

 

I could hear Jean stop the car several times and ask someone where a hospital was. They must have driven for quite a while, and I was going in and out of consciousness on a regular basis.  It seems like it was only a minute or two when I felt the car come to a stop and the back passenger door open and Jean helping me out of the car.  I could see Lee walking ahead of us and going in a door marked “EMERGENCIA in big red letters.”  I think that was what it said anyway and I remember it was a swinging double door with two round windows…one in each side.

 

I was moving much slower than Lee but with Jean’s help, I managed to get through the doors and into a room where Lee was sitting on an examining bed and a couple of nurses were probing the wound in his head and another was using some kind of a tweezers thing to remove the metal that was still stuck into his back.

 

When Jean and I walked in, and they saw me all covered in blood and holding my stomach together, they dropped Lee and came to my assistance.  I don’t remember too much after that.  I guess the surgery to sew me up took quite a while…84 stitches, or so they said both inside and out and it was total anesthesia for me.  I must have been out for hours.

 

I awoke in a bed in the infirmary and Lee was in the bed next to me.  He looked and acted fine, but I was all bandaged up and had IVs in both arms. One was for the blood that I had lost both in the fight and the surgery and the other was a saline solution with anesthetic mixed in, I guess.  That is what I remember in any case.  I do remember that I hurt all over.

Gonna do an open mic reading of a poem and excerpt from “Autobiography of a Polar Bear” at Doc Howard’s Lounge on Wednesday nite, May 9 in  Wichita Kansas!  Yer all invited so come on…be there or be square!  What fun!  I look forward to the event!

A young Arab asks his father, “What is that weird hat you are wearing?” The father said, “Why, it’s a ‘chechia’ because in the desert it protects our heads from the sun.” “And what is this type of clothing that you are wearing?” asked the young man. “It’s a ‘djbellah’ because in the desert it is very hot and it protects the body.” said the father. The son asked, “And what about those ugly shoe…s on your feet? His father replied, “These are ‘babouches”, which keep us from burning our feet in the desert.” “Tell me,” added the boy. “Yes, my son?” “Why are you living in Dearborn , Michigan and still wearing all this shit?”

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I was told by someone a few months ago that i should stop posting inflammatory comments on facebook because half of the people who read them will agree and the other half will not agree and will not do business with me.  Because she owned the company i worked for, i held off for a month or two.  after a time i realized that this country is at such a critical time in its history that folks should e…xpress themselves…even if it offends people!  I know that some of the stuff i post makes some folks angry and i have lost more than a few fb friends on account of what i post.  oil well!  sometimes you win.  sometimes you lose. sometimes you get rained out.  I encourage all of you folks to state your case!  Shout it from the higest mountain! Stand up for what you believe! It may not change anybody’s mind, but on the other hand, it just might make some folks think about the trouble we are in!  You see, you don’t have to like me.  I like me enough for everybody and oh, yeah!  I have decided to just work twice as hard for those who want to do business with me and happily allow those who don’t want to do business with to go their own way.  And a special message to Mr. Obama…”You can fool some of the people all the time and you can fool all the people some of the time but…you cant fool all of the people all of the time.”  You can tell him, Jad Wolf said that!  Goodnight Mrs Calabash, wherever you are!  Peace!