Puncture this!!!

Hey All,

Yesterday I was offered a ride home by a friend (who will remain anonymous..you know who you are). On these rare occasions in which I get to escape the taxi (dusty car, loud radio, ignorant driver) hell I jump at the opportunity. End of the work day comes and I am actually worry free about how I will reach home. Today big tings a gwaan cause Mamachel not stranded. Anyhoo, I get pick up a little late because my friend work a little ways from here. I get picked up and we begin our long journey home :-) We are having a grand time talking and catching up on old times and I start thinking to myself "Wow I really have a good friend here". You know people sometimes you just talk to quick. In the middle of that thought i hear "platta, platta, platta". I turn and say "What's that sound?" I starting to get worried because cold sweat start wash my bredren. He turns to me and say "I have a flat."

Whew!! I thought something was wrong with the engine. I start smiling again as he finds a place to park. Im thinking to myself its only a flat he has a spare and this will be changed and over with in no time. Join me here people "Bwaay was I wrong". The short of the stroy is him dont know how to change a tire!!!!! I am not lying, I'm not being wicked. My big, big 20 odd year old friend has no knowledge of changing a tire. So at first I thought it was a joke. Upon realizing that I have to change it myself. I get to work. "I" Mamachel jack up the car myself and pull the bolt dem an' pull of the tire, position the spare tire, tighten the bolt dem and do everything else to change this tire. Now people I'm a good friend I wasnt upset sometimes poeple know things and sometimes they dont.

What took the cake though was that all this time never once did he offer to take up the tire, jack up the car, or help me tighten the bolts. But what took the cake, was when he went across the street and got HIMSELF a drink and didnt offer me one or even a sip. It was at this very moment that I started thinking of how I could change the tire and make off with the car without him in it. Regardless of all this I changed the tire, and got dropped home. Now he is calling me to go here and there but I'm traumatized I cant help but think "What if him get another puncture?" No sah, anywhere we going again I'll meet him there.

Mamachel (your neighborhood mechanic)

Over and Out '07

The Dog Next Door

Hey ,

Let me get straight to the point. I'm grumpy and cranky. Why, you might ask? Well, there is a particular mongrel that lives next door. Someow he knows exactly when to bark and exactly how long to keep on barking until i'm driven to madness. So today I am ranting and raving in all my glory. I would never call myself a animal person however we have a civil and mutual understanding. If you lick me, i'll say gross and if you bite me i'll bte you back. And it's always worked for me. But exactly how do you counteract contnuous barking. Now people this is not normal barking. This dog hits notes and decibels that even Mariah Carey dreams about.
My anger is not only at the mongrel its also aimed at the owners. How inconsiderate can one be to tie up a dog all night and have him bark like a wounded wolf for its entirety? If they dont know how to stop the barking I have some methods but I think I should only use them on the dog next door. Better they go to a website and see what they can do or find out, because constant barking means something is very wrong.
You know what the funny thing is? I have never seen this dog, I've only heard it.. It has this wonderful nack of knowing exactly when i'm about to fall into a deep sleep before it begins to really lay the howling on me.

Yes, I have tried shutting the windows and no its doesnt keep out the sound. If I knew which house it was I would ....... Lets just leave that alone. I havent' slept in 8 hours and im about to lose it. Lets just hope that tonight it stays quiet or I might jump off the ruff.


This is mamachel saying

"Im a fan, but sometimes there is not electricity"

In the End

Hey All,

Today I lost a good friend and although he's not the first friend that I have lost he is the first for 2007. This was suppose to be my good year. The year when all evil and wicked things would stay clear of my heart. Easier said than done. I cannot remember the last time I lost a friend to a natural cause of late it has always been some random act of violence. And while I sit here and type I cannot help but feel the anger rise in me. How dare another human feel they have th right to take these speacial people away from me? Not just me, but from their families (sisters, mothers and friends). I will cry all day and night but these people will cry forever. They will always glimpse their son or brother in a stranger passing by, always empathize with another mother who has lost a son. They will be forever haunted.

How can you speak to a friend today and lose him that very night? What do you tell his family? There is nothing to say, there is nothing to do except cry. In the End nothing matters except that remember how he loved football, was the nicest person in the world, was your big brother, was a hard worker, was a great son, respected women to the hilt, would have been a great father to a lucky son, would have made a greeat husband to a lucky woman, would have been one of the friends that would still visit even when we were old.

In the End you think of what your loved one was and also what he could have been. But today when it all ends all I can think of is that I lost a Friend and a brother. In the end I am left with anger, and no understanding as to why any of my friends have been taken.

In the End i'm lef twith only memories.


John P, Jamie Lue, and all others Can't forget about you.....


Mamachel