Fajita_Jim

I divorced my wife in 2002 after finding her cheating on me. I don't put up with that shit. 

I'm from the US and she's Canadian, and after we married I let her talk me into moving to Canada. I bought a house up there, started a business and everything. Even though she's the one who cheated, and admits in, in Canadian Family Court that doesn't matter, she's still entitled to half of everything and even alimony for the rest of her/my life.
 
Had I stayed in Canada, anyway.  :) 
 
I just can't ever go back to Canada as I may be arrested for defying court order to pay her alimony. The US won't extradite over that shit. :)
 
She had to sell the house, move back in with her parents and get a job when she finally realized she wasn't going to see a damn penny from me.
 
Yeah, it wasn't an amicable divorce. That's how it goes when I walk in to find some strange man sleeping in MY BED with MY WIFE. Fuck him, and fuck her.

I love summer nights, spring mornings and fall afternoons.
Winter can go take a flying fuck...

Watership Down
Dragons Egg (it's hard core sci-fi, not fantasy, and the only dragon is the constellation Draco)
Ringworld
1984
We

I was working outside a UT (Tennessee, not Texas) game once as a teen and these two guys got into a fight. There were like a hundred people or so gathered around watching it, it seemed pretty brutal for minute there and yes there was blood. One was on top of the other beating him about the face pretty good, and then they both stood up and just started dancing.
 
Even when I think about it to this day I'm still all WTF?

I've done a bit of writing in my time; poetry and A LOT of short stories. My poems are unusual in that I care little for rhymes and like to play more with cadence and rhythm, thus some of the odd breaks and formatting.
 
Then you get something like A Letter From Before where I just completely fuck with the line breaks to purposely cause the reader to halt and stutter through the piece.
 
12:00 AM EST seems like a good place to start since it has a nice rolling cadence that I really like. Reason is a short work because I was trying to be as succinct as possible and still get a point across. 
 
Foglife is just a mind-to-paper MINDFUCK. I was really depressed when I wrote it. On a Sidewalk is another short piece, I was just trying to convey as much emotion in as little space as possible.
 
Citadel Tree Village is simply reflecting on an LSD-filled summer, half blaming myself and half congratulating myself for having that experience. The breaks are hard and odd because that was my mental state at the time: start and stop. Seriously, I did a LOT of LSD in the summer of 1995. It took a while to recover mentally.
 
Opossum Nation was a letter to a friend on a napkin when she was going through some difficult life issues and we were having issues between the two of us.

These Words was the closing page in my notebook that contains all these (and others).
 
These were written during the same period in the mid-90's. I've been doing mostly short stories since then but I'd really like to get back into poetry at some point, I really enjoyed it. I've got a lot more, but the below are my personal favorites (that I care to share, anyway).
 

12:00 AM EST

A Letter From Before

Reason

Foglife

On a sidewalk at 3:39am

Citadel Tree Village

Opossum Nation

These Words

The Milky Way is believed to be one of the oldest galaxies. If you can't find alien life here, it's unlikely it's there to be found. 

As far as my beliefs in alien life: undetermined. Just because we haven't found them doesn't mean they aren't there, but just because they may be there doesn't mean that they are.
 
I understand the math behind the probabilities and things such as the Drake Equation, but probability has never equated to certainty.

Navi's such a sexy little mote.

I'm still using the original Microsoft Force Feedback Pro. It's a wonderful stick. I've had it for 12 years and it still works just as well as it did the day I bought it.