Ian McCall "Uncle Creepy" TPF Flyweight Champion

Ian McCall will kick ass tonight at Tachi Palace.


Ian McCall faces Darrell Montague tonight for the Tachi Palace Fights flyweight championship.  For those who don’t know, flyweights  fight at 125 lbs.  Personally, I think its bullshit that the UFC doesn’t yet have a 125 lb. division.  At the moment 135 lbs. (Bantamweight) is as low as the UFC goes.  Unless you are brain-dead you already know who fights in that division.  Guys like Dominick Cruz (who also happens to be the current UFC Champion, Urijah Faber, Brian Bowles, Jeff Curran, Scott Jorgenson and Joseph Benavides.

Although Ian will be crowned champion in an organization called Tachi Palace Fights rather then UFC, early next year the UFC will be adding the featherweight class and Ian will be going to the UFC as Champion in much the same way as Dominick Cruz did in the Bantamweight divison.  I am totally biased because Ian is my buddy;  therefore Darrell Montague has no chance in this fight hahahaha.  No, but really, Ian is a sick, sick fighter, full of confidence, utterly fearless, in shape beyond belief, and ruthless in the cage.

He has an incredible record of 10-2 with his only losses coming against Dominick Cruz (see above where it says current UFC bantamweight champion….yeah that Dominick Cruz).  I haven’t seen that fight except for one little snippet but Ian lost that one I guess in a unanimous decision.  Nothing to hang his head about on that loss.  Cruz is on most pound for pound greatest fighter lists and believe me if you haven’t seen him fight, its an awesome thing to behold. Cruz just ran roughshod over his previous opponent (Urijah Faber…..), and I’ve seen him handle Joseph Benavides who is a bad ass fighter himself, not once but twice.  So take nothing away from Ian for losing a fight to Dominick Cruz.  Plus it was years ago anyways and it was in the WEC, a breeding ground for all sorts of bad ass fighters.  I could name dozens (and so could you probably lol).  Ian’s only other loss was also against a tough as nails WEC veteran, a guy who I’ve seen fight on television a bunch of times.  I’m talking about Charlie Valencia.  That was at WEC 31 (Faber vs. Curran).   He lost by submission in that one (I think by guillotine choke but don’t quote me, I’m doing this little blurb from memory and my memory isn’t that great to begin with.

You can do a search on the internet and find some of Ian’s fight videos.

Here is his last fight against a very game Dustin Ortiz, where Ian dominated

To be fair you can’t just check out the wins.  Here’s one of his losses (if the link works….)

Here is part 1 of his unanimous decision against the then #1 ranked flyweight, the undefeated Jussier da Silva (11-0)

Check them out if you haven’t already.  You will agree that he is an edgy, skilled, fearless and very talented fighter.  He has years of experience.  He has trained ultra hard/smart for this fight and to be honest although I don’t know much about Darrell Montague, I’m picking Ian McCall 100% for this fight.  He’s too fucking fast, he kicks too hard, he’s got too much energy and way too many moves for Montague to overcome.  Ian actually reminds me a lot of Dominick Cruz.  The way he dances around, evading the opponent always, just getting in his kicks, punches, elbows and then escaping is reminiscent of Cruz for sure.  Not sure if Ian will be too stoked about me saying that but it’s just my opinion. And I gotta say, Cruz is a bad ass motherfucker and I love watching him fight so its only a compliment to be compared to his stylistically right?

One more thing in Ian’s favor is the fact that he is settling down in life outside the cage.  He’s got a hot girlfriend who I think he’s getting married to soon and they are expecting a daughter in the next few months as well.  That kind of shit going on in your life is supreme motivation (and maybe a tiny bit of pressure as well).  I can see just from the quotes that Montague is sort of looking past Ian like this is going to be some kind of walk in the park, exhibition of whatever and he thinks he’s just gonna win no worries.  He’s fucking high if he thinks he is just going for a stroll in the park against Ian.  Sorry dude fuck that.

I think Montague is cocky where McCall is confident.  Montague reminds me a little of that dude that fought Michael Bisping at the UFC in Sydney a few months ago (UFC 127??).  I forgot that dudes name something like Jorge Rivera.  Whatever, it doesn’t matter, the point is Rivera was talking madness before his fight with Bisping and was super cocky (not saying Montague is acting like that but I just get that sorta feeling).  Anyway Bisping was offended by some of the shit Rivera was doing before the fight and it was what I like to call righteous anger and bottom line Rivera got humiliated big time.  He got his ass kicked, it was so rad.  Probably a lot of you hate Bisping for some reason but I don’t actually.  I like him.  I get alone good with Brits and Aussies and that sort anyway but whatever, he doesn’t offend me and yeah he himself did get his head fucking completely handed to him against Dan Henderson.  Completely knocked the fuck out which so many people were so happy about.  He took it like a man though.

I digress (as usual).

My point is that confidence and belief in yourself is supremely important.  When it crosses a line to cockiness and arrogance that’s when people get fucked up.  Karma and stuff.  I watched a little video that Ian did, an interview with some MMA Expert Guy, it must have taken place like a day ago or something because Mr. McCall looks like he’s at 125 lbs. right now.  Anyway, in the interview, even though Ian is joking around and shit, talking about his mustache and keeping his tone light and kinda joking, you can look into his eyes and see how deadly serious he is about this fight.  There is no brash cockiness.  There is no arrogance.  There is just a guy who has prepared himself for his destiny, a guy who has a family to support, a guy who is hungry and knows he deserves to be in this championship battle.  That guy is Ian McCall.  Tonight we are hopefully going to see Mr. McCall teach Mr. Montague (the villain hahahahhahaha) a lesson about humility and what its like to face a tornado with skills in the ring.

Ian, my friend I wish you luck tonight dude.  I sincerely want nothing more than for you to kick some fucking assssssssssssssssssssssssss!  Montague supposedly said that Ian is in for a long night tonight.  Well, we’ll just see who’s gonna be laying on the canvas praying for the bell.

There are some other fights on the card but I don’t give a shit about them enough to write a bunch of shit that no one is gonna read anyways.  To watch Ian’s fight though, you can go to this site http://www.sherdog.com/

Kick ASS !

If you actually read this, I thank you kindly.  I’m publishing it to my blog pre fight so whatever happens there is no bandwagon jumping on or off for me.  Ian will destroy and Ian will be champion.

Adios…..

sportscrook.com

A Gambler Loses His Mind at Sportsbook.com


I ran across the copy of this chat on the internet about a year ago.  Its funny and sad and I can totally relate with Peter Senn, the gambler who has lost his mind and is just spewing toxins at the customer service lady Angie Crawford.  I feel sorry for her and sorry for him but its funny shit either way.

SPORTSBOOK.COM IS A TERRIBLE TERRIBLE CASINO

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Hello, my name is Angie Crawford. I’ll be assisting you today.
Angie Crawford: Hello Peter.
Angie Crawford: Hi, what can I do for you today?
Peter Senn: Listen here. I have requested you fucking bastards to close my fucking account twice now. Once on chat once on email. Your piece of shit cheating fucking casino CHEATING fucking casino is rigged. Don’t try and tell me its not. I am calling my attorney now. Since you won’t close my fucking account. and I keep requesting you to and keep putting my fucking money in here and losing thousands, lets see how you like it when your fucking piece of shit casino is dragged through the mud on every possible internet chat room web page etc that I can possibly get to
Peter Senn: There is no fucking way your fucking blackjack is not rigged I don’t give a shit what you say. And that’s that. Now you can reap what you sow you bloodsucking cheats
Peter Senn: The internet is such a powerful tool. Especially when you have a popular blog like I have. Thanks and fuck off
Angie Crawford: Thank you for waiting. I will be right with you.
Angie Crawford: Playing games in a virtual casino is very different from playing in a casino in Las Vegas, for example.  Perhaps it would be true to say that there is a little more luck involved and a little less skill.  Although the rules are basically the same, our cards are dealt from a six deck shoe which is shuffled after every hand.  This has to be so in order to prevent “card counting”.  So, if you can imagine that after every hand all the cards are back in the shoe again, it would be perfectly possible for you, or the dealer, to have a winning hand many times in a row.
Angie Crawford: Thanks for using our live chat and please contact us again if you have any more questions. If you’ve got a moment, please hit ‘close’ and fill out our survey. We’d really appreciate your feedback.
Peter Senn: You know what save that shit for the next dumb ass. You can’t tell me it’s not rigged when every single possible time the dealer has an ace showing he has blackjack except when you buy insurance. or every time you hit on a hard 12 13 14 15 16 and you bust the dealer shows that he had a 12 13 14 15 16 or every time the dealer shows a 5 or a 6 or a 9 whatever the case may be and you double down and you get your 4 or 5 or whatever shit card and the dealer flips over the next card and its a card that gives him 11 and then a face card comes. Bullshit.
Peter Senn: And you fucking better close my account now I’m telling you I will smear you guys so fucking bad you have no idea. I took screen shots of like 45 hands in a row. It won’t be pretty. I know every single possible gambling forum out there believe me. Trust me I will dedicate my fucking life to making you guys look like the horrible and irresponsible blood sucking cheaters and greedy pieces of shit that you are. So close my fucking account.
Angie Crawford: For security reasons we can’t initiate an account closure over this chat. Please email us your request, not forgetting to include your customer ID number (which appears on the gray betting ticket as you log into your account) and your reason for wishing to close your account. Your feedback will be invaluable in helping us improve our service. Once we have received your email we will process your request immediately. Thanks for your time.
Peter Senn: and your saccharine sweet ultra polite bullshit tone your taking with me is only pissing me off worse trust me. I ALREADY REQUESTED TWICE TO HAVE MY ACCOUNT CLOSED AND I HAVE THE EVIDENCE TO PROVE THAT AND YOU WILL HAVE THAT ALL OVER THE INTERNET TOO. DO YOU WANT TO BE SEEN AS YOU REALLY ARE? I DON’T THINK SO. AND FUCK YOUR SECURITY MEASURES CLOSE MY ACCOUNT I DON’T GIVE A RATS FUCKING ASS. TRUST ME.
Angie Crawford: Can I have the LTK number of the e-mail address where you requested the closure.
Peter Senn: WHAT IN GODS NAME IS A LTK NUMBER
Angie Crawford: It is a reference number that you get every time you send an e-mail.
Peter Senn: my attorney will be drafting a demand letter for my money back that I put in after I requested my account to be closed. Of course you won’t comply because you’re a blood sucking cheating scandalous greedy irresponsible off shore corporation but still he will draft it and send it and that will be accompanying my explanation with every single smear I do against your fucked up company on the internet. Trust me when I say that you will see the first post in about an hour. and I will send you a copy no problem
Peter Senn: hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…………
Peter Senn: how’s this going to look for sportsbook.com that beacon of customer service and greatness…
Peter Senn: hank you for contacting us! We have received your inquiry and are assigning it to a representative. You can expect a reply to your email in 12 – 24 hours. To help track your inquiry we have generated a reference number. Your ticket code is LTK61105840529X. Please use this code in any further communication regarding this issue. Please do not create a new email if you wish to follow up on this issue. Simply reply to this auto acknowledgment, and we will respond to your queries as soon as we can, in turn Regards, Customer Experience Team — Should you require a speedier resolve, please click on the link below to chat live with one of our representatives:
Angie Crawford: One moment please.
Peter Senn: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMm! snappppppped. oh really a customer requested to have his account closed because he realized he had a problem with gambling and did not want to spend any more of his hard earned rent money on gambling so he requested to close his account. And what does the blood sucking corporation do about it? Oh nothing. They just let him continue to deposit another few thousand dollars until he is in bankruptcy. Wow that’s going to look so good on the evening news.
Your reference ID for this chat is LTK61105840529X. If you need to contact us again in relation to this matter once we have finished chatting, please quote this ID.
Angie Crawford: I am sending your account closure request as we speak. It will be done shortly.
Peter Senn: and don’t try and tell me that an email request to close my account is not good enough to get it closed. Fuck that. It should have been good enough and you did NOT COMPLY and therefore you’re going to be in a rather negative light. As negative as I can paint it trust me. So please, continue with your silly explanation on why I can’t close my account after the third request.
Angie Crawford: Your account is now closed.
Peter Senn: little good that does me now that all my money is gone Angie Crawford. It’s pretty strange that it took a complete and utter blowup of rage to get some action taken. Wow. You guys are really decent
Angie Crawford: I am sorry that you feel this way.
Angie Crawford: Is there anything else I can assist you with?
Peter Senn: I would like a copy of this chat sent to my email and I would like a copy of this chat sent to your customer relations department and your manager. Thanks.
Angie Crawford: When you conclude the chat you will get the option to have it sent to your e-mail account.
Peter Senn: I would also like a written explanation of why my account was not actually closed when I sent the email whose LTK number I so graciously and quickly just provided to you. From a manager please. Thanks and have just a wonderfully outstanding day
Angie Crawford: Once again, I apologize for the delay. I will be with you in a moment.
Angie Crawford: We replied to your e-mail asking the reason as a feedback for our service.
Angie Crawford: Thanks for using our live chat and please contact us again if you have any more questions. If you’ve got a moment, please hit ‘close’ and fill out our survey. We’d really appreciate your feedback.
Peter Senn: you don’t need feedback. A request was made. Via email. As per your rules and regulations. You did not comply with this request and in fact, continued to accept deposits on the account after the request was made. How can you justify that? I’d really like to hear the answer to that. And believe me I am going to get the answer to that. Either the easy way or the hard way. I can only imagine how much money your bullshit casino sucks from poor idiots like me with gambling addiction problems.
Angie Crawford: If you continue depositing and you do not reply the e-mail to continue with the closure then we understand you changed your mind.
Angie Crawford: The account is closed now. Is there anything else I can assist you with?
Peter Senn: oh yeah I have one more little tidbit of joy for you. It’s a small matter but still I think it will hurt you guys a little bit. I am going to contact Green Dot Corporation/GE Bank/Wal-Mart Prepaid Visa and let them know that all of the charges they let slip through from your payment processor are in fact for internet gambling and that they need to be aware that all of those different charges that you guys change the line item description for every time are really for gambling. That should definitely put a damper on your deposits.
Peter Senn: and to reply to what you just said. Bullshit. And I want to hear that from a manager like I requested. Because that answer is NOT GOOD ENOUGH. YOUR RULES SAY TO SEND AN EMAIL. I SENT ONE. END OF STORY. YOU DID NOT COMPY END OF STORY. YOU SHOULD HAVE NOT TAKEN ANY MORE DEPOSITS
Angie Crawford: We respect your decision.
Peter Senn: AND YES YOU CAN ASSIST ME WITH SOME THING THAT SOMETHING IS REFUNDING EVERY DOLLAR THAT WENT INTO YOUR FLEABAG CASINO SINCE I REQUESTED MY ACCOUNT TO BE CLOSED.
Peter Senn: BELIEVE ME THE PUBLIC RELATIONS NIGHTMARE IS GOING TO COST YOU MUCH MORE THEN THAT
Angie Crawford: Peter, why did you submit more deposits if you insisted in closing the account?
Peter Senn: BECAUSE I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH GAMBLING OBVIOUSLY.
Peter Senn: WHY DO YOU THINK?
Peter Senn: HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DOES IT TAKE A ROCKET SCIENTIST TO FIGURE THAT SHIT OUT
Angie Crawford: That is a different story now.
Peter Senn: I AM NOT ANGRY FOR NO REASON TRUST ME
Peter Senn: I DON’T PLACE BLAME WHERE IT’S NOT DESERVED. ITS ONE THING FOR ME TO DEPOSIT LOSE DEPOSIT LOSE AND THEN IF I GET MAD OH WELL. ITS ANOTHER THING ALTOGETHER IF I REALIZE I HAVE A PROBLEM AND I ASK YOUR COMPANY TO RESPECT THAT I HAVE A PROBLEM AND CLOSE MY ACCOUNT AND YOU DONT’ DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT UNTIL I LOSE MY FUCKING ASS. DID YOU REALLY NEED THAT EXTRA 800 BUCKS TODAY? I DON’T THINK SO. ITS WRONG. PLAIN AND SIMPLE AND I’M VERY PISSED OFF ABOUT IT
Angie Crawford: If you state you have a gambling problem, as stated in the site, then close the account immediately.
Peter Senn: just please forward this entire chat to management so you guys can fix your evil ways. Thanks
Peter Senn: and believe me Angie Crawford I know you are not personally responsible for any of this and I am actually very sorry that you have had to bear the brunt of my lashing out. But you know what? It’s what you get paid for I suppose. Just know that I am no idiot. Nor am I stupid enough to truly in my heart blame a person such as you for something he or she personally has no control over, interest in, or responsibility for. It’s a shame that you have had to read and endure my outburst. I apologize for that.
Angie Crawford: Peter, I am here to assist you and I understand you are upset; I made sure your account is closed now and it will not be reopened.
Peter Senn: at the same time your casino is shit. And you should know that. It’s not even enjoyable. if your going to take someone’s money do it with a little tact and subtleness not just blatantly making someone lose every single bet they make once they raise up their betting amounts and then feed them some bullshit story about how its possible to either win or lose several hands in a row. Really several hands or several hundred hands and how come those are all losses and never wins. I have never once cashed out money on this casino but I have put in thousand.
Peter Senn: upon thousands upon thousands. According to you at least one of those streaks should have been for me however in the end they were always against me. That’s not fair. Or right. I’ll stop now. Bye
Angie Crawford: You would not believe the amount of customers who make incredible profits from playing in the casino.
Angie Crawford: I really think it is a matter of luck.
Peter Senn: you’re right I don’t believe it. Thanks though. Bye
Angie Crawford: Have a good day Peter.
Peter Senn: u2
Angie Crawford: Thank you sir. I appreciate it.
Peter Senn: k.
Angie Crawford: Thanks for chatting and I hope I’ve answered all your questions. I’m going to close this chat connection shortly so please contact us again if you need more help.
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Anthony Mandich is very glad that he is not at the receiving end of this kick

Sometimes Life Will Beat The Shit Of You


Monday April 18th, 2011 11:45 a.m.

I just read the May, 2010 Reader’s Digest at some friends house while waiting hours for them to get ready so that we can finally get the fuck out of  here.  I’ve got to moan and  complain a little just because I feel like its the right thing to do but in reality I wasn’t even bored.  I’m talking two and a half hours or more of sitting here in the computer room reading Reader’s Digest cover to cover and then just now watching a fight from Bellator 39.  Ben Saunders vs. Matt Song Lee isn’t the ugliest MMA fight you will ever see.  Ben Saunders isn’t the most devastating striker I’ve ever seen nor is Matt Song Lee the most courageous person to take an ass beating inside the octagon.  That being said, just click on that link two lines up and watch the fight.  The fact that this is pretty much just the normal run of the mill everyday sorta fight ought to tell you a little bit about how insane MMA as a sport is.   The doctors call a stop to the fight with maybe 3 minutes left in the 3rd round after Saunders catches Lee with yet another short, gash causing, bone thumping, flesh crushing elbow. This one, above the left eye,  is almost a perfect match for the one Lee had  already been sporting in the same spot, opposite eye.  Not to mention the huge lump, actually call it what it is, an insane hematoma underthe left eye,  the massive gash on his cheek, the broken and battered and disgustingly bloody mashed piece of dog shit that used to be his nose..

Damnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn boy!

Watching this fight maybe three years ago, I would have been just amazed and astounded, and don’t get me wrong it was  a very interesting and entertaining fight to be sure.  The thing is, these days I’m used to seeing that kind of amazing, “fight of the year” type battle, every fight card that I get into.   It can be Bellator, StrikeForce, the WEC, Pride, Dream, Elite XC, or the UFC it doesn’t really matter.  All of them have a bevy of insanely talented and tough as nails MMA warriors to choose from.

The talent pool is rife with “the next big thing”, can’t miss guys (and ladies) ready to basically get in there and kill or be killed which is pretty much the ideal recipe for what fight fans want to really see.   In my opinion there is not even a comparison to be made between MMA and “the sweet science” of Boxing in terms of ferocity, courage, big hype fights that live up to the hype, interesting matchups etc.  MMA is home to the  stories that awe the audience with the rush of emotion we feel,

underdogs rising to the occasion, unbelievable trash talking before fights, followed by humble respect for kindred warriors after…..insane knockouts, crazy action, seemingly impossible feats of athleticism (see Anthony Pettit’s off the cage kick in the WEC), and just overall hooplah.  In comparison (or lack thereof) rare indeed is the really engaging boxing match.  Rare indeed is the boxing match that everybody wants to see.  I don’t understand how the disparity in income levels of the stars in each sport continues to exist.  I’m sure that has to change soon.

Anyways I think I have to get out of here now my friend is actually done with whatever  they needed to do while I’ve been sitting here as quietly as a church mouse.  So I will need to cut this off quickly.  How about a pic of some gratuitous “hottest ass”?  That sounds great actually let me find something really quickly hold on.

I love this thing I will eat this thing she has the hottest ass

There you go I have made you life complete have I not?  By the way I just saw the reason why I get so many hits under hottest ass on google.  On google.com/images if you search for “hottest ass” with your safe search set to moderate, a pic from one of my other posts is the 15th image shown out of 1,810,000.  Which isn’t too bad is it?

See ya

Whispers

People Who Died: Charles


Karma Police have pulled me over it seems.  I’m hoping I don’t get arrested by these guys because I don’t know how much more of this shit I can take to be honest.  The universe seems to be against me or maybe I am just against success.  Do I owe this life to mediocrity?  I stand in my own way.  I do.  I do.  I really fucking do.  There is a sick part of my heart that jumps all over any impulsive idea that springs into my mind and I’m seemingly too stubborn to stop it.  How many times have I relied on the goodness of strangers to get my ass out of a sling?  So many it boggles the mind.  Blessed and cursed was I…good looks and charm….I rely on both of them way too much.  This rut I’m in just keeps digging itself deeper and deeper.

When does the digging stop and the burying begin?

Scared to find that out to be honest.  The enormity of the task that lies in front of me should I desire to continue battling just seems overwhelming.  All systems are failing lets not mince words.  Is my core still intact or is it rotten and poisoned?  I can’t tell anymore.

Cerebral thinker, polluted well, the water smells off, have I been living in hell?

Surrounded by demons or are they just ghosts? Calling to me.  Beckoning me closer…Closer to what?

That’s the scary part.  Half of me already knows the answer to that and it spells only darkness and a reunion I’m not anxious to have.  I don’t want to be a name on the list of People Who Died, as much as I love them, I don’t want to see them anytime soon.

Yet…even now I hear faded whispers, see smiles in the dark, hear chuckles and scraping,  the moon is so full tonight, translucent light from an unnatural source the sickly green phosphorent beakers of decadence.

Calling to me from  the ancient past, promising details to questions and mysteries I didn’t ask and had no idea remained unsolved.

Regicide, the killing of a king, regicides, the killings of kings…

Who slipped him the poison with a smile on his face and teeth in his heart?  Who whispered my name to the wolves that run the action wherever I journey?

What kind of insect bit Charle’s killer, infected him with madness, forced him to pull the trigger?  You see that’s where it all started for me I believe.  The slow whirlpool spinning me around and around, unable to climb out unable to drown just spinning and spinning….faster and faster.  It all started with Charles McEldowney, Bo Kai Di, Chuck,

Vietnamese….American….Devil….Angel….dead.  For sure he is dead.

It’s been 5 years and 9 months since Chuck was shot by a young and angry Vietnamese kid.  5 y 9 m since the kid knocked on Charlie’s door.  It was in August of 2005. Charles lived real close to Dodger’s Stadium.  I wonder if the Dodgers were home that evening?  Or was the stadium as empty as the soul of the kid who put the gun up to Chuckie’s chest when he opened the door.  Pulled the trigger.  Walked away.  Somebody took Charles to the Emergency Room.  I don’t know what hospital he died at.  I don’t even know how to properly spell his American name or Vietnamese name.  I just know that my life hasn’t been the same since I got the call on the third floor of the Stellar Bar in Melboune, Australia from Heather Batchelder.

Charles drowned on his own blood.  That’s what I’ve been told.  I’m going to let you see this letter that I wrote to the world when I could find time to console myself back then.  From what I understand a printout of this letter was included with Charles when they put him in the oven that incinerated his flesh.  A copy of this letter is intermingled with his ashes and spread everywhere and nowhere.  Charles drowned in his own blood.

Who was there to see him off?  This was an unplanned journey to eternity.  When did his thoughts shift from whatever nonsensical things he was doing 5 minutes before the doorbell rang to “oh my god I am dead god please jesus please oh my god I  can’t breathe help me “.  His eyes must have been frantic.  Or maybe he was just that badass that he accepted it and floated away.

Come to think of it…a lot of things would be easier if I knew what happened to Charles.  I would like to see everything from 5 minutes to door bell ringing to where he is now.  If anywhere.  I’d like to know if he can still have thoughts in his mind.  Where did he end up?  Or is he just gone, not even rotting because of the cremation but just gone as if he never existed?

For at least 6 months after he died, somebody paid his mobile phone bill so his answering machine was still working.  I used to call that number from Australia all the time just to hear his voice.  It would rip me apart but I did it so many times.  I wonder who else used to call and leave messages for Charlie.   Did he ever get them?

I wrote this back in 05 when I was part owner of a bar in Melbourne, Australia.  Got some bad news from Heather Batchelder and Mike Barnes about my very good friend Charles.

—————– Original Message —————–
From: HOt sex and Greed
Date: Aug 11, 2005 1:14 PM

Aug 9, 2005 12:29 AM
Subject: The Legend of Bo Di Kai——–I am Fucking Shattered
Body: Honestly in all my life experiences I have never been as distraught, emotionally wrecked, torn to pieces, sad, angry, and overall just a mess as I was and AM STILL over the stupid senseless killing of my friend and companion and kindred brother Charles McEldowney on the Second of August, 2005 in LA.

Some fucking jackass who obviously can’t handle their drug intake of ice tripped the fuck out of his head and had some delusion of Charlie doing something threatening somehow someway and actually killed my friend Charles.

I have suffered through many fucked up things in my wonderful life to date. None has affected me quite as much as this. I live in Australia now and I can’t fucking even go home to the funeral. It’s so fucked.

If you never met Charles your life is not as fulfilled as it should be let me just tell you that. He was a great personality and the most funny, generous, twisted and delightfully evil man I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. I know that I will never meet another like him.

If you only knew how many nights in the last twelve years that Charles and I have seen the sunrise together, talking shit, philosophizing, tinkering, drawing, partying, driving, planning, laughing, eating and just being brothers it would boggle the mind.

Fuck yah we were on drugs. Hooray for that. After Charles moved from OC to LA, I got a job at Ticketmaster in LA and was working down on Wilshire Blvd right there in Chinatown. And he lived there off of 8th Street and Grammercy. Literally 5 minutes walk from my work. I used to go over there at lunch and Charles would rescue me from the hellish hangover I would be enduring, with some hits of that dirty pretty ice pipe and we would have the best times. I don’t give a fuck if you think its lame. Drugs or any of it to tell you the truth. It was real and it was never the same and the adventures in LA with Chuck were legendary.

When I moved to downtown LBC with my Australian chick Ella, me and her used to go to Charles mobile house about three nights a week and pick up shit like maybe a half gram or something. It would always be like at 4 in the morning seriously and I would be covered in paint from whatever masterpiece I was working at the time and it was just so NOT THE SAME as the millions and billions of sheep living in California.

Charles sold drugs. Yah for Charles. I trusted him more than I have ever trusted anyone in my life. Implicitly. You know what that word means? Implicitly. Well I don’t know the exact dictionary meaning either but it’s a word that comes to mind when I think of Charles and trust. Like as in, it goes without saying. The dude had my back, any time any place. When I had money I gave him money. When I had none, he took none. It would not be an exagerration to say that Charles has actually given me my stash for the night AND GAS MONEY TO get back home AND A LITTLE MINI STASH for my chick and some sort of tool or gadget, a porno, and some food at least 100 times when I was living in Long Beach.

I would always be broke, being a degenerate gambler, yes its true. But Charles never gave a fuck about that. Literally didn’t give a fuck. Always made the time for me. Always. I tell you what. Straight up. The man meant more to me than almost anyone in this world. I love Charles. I thought he was the coolest person ever and he is my hero. Seriously my life will never be the same and the prospect of visiting California again isn’t even half as appetizing now that he is dead. I am that crushed.

I just found this shit out yesterday and I can’t stop welling up with tears about every 5 minutes. Is there anyone in your life that every time you see this person you feel this swell of affection in your heart and a smile just comes to your lips? Like you guys are so genuinely stoked to be in each others company whenever you get the chance in your busy lives? And once you start talking, all the other people in the room can’t even follow what you guys are talking about because they are just not on that wavelength. That is what we had man. Not in a gay way either for fucks sake. But in a non gay way Charles was a soulmate of mine and I really miss him so terribly much as I am typing this right now on a cold and rainy Melbourne Tuesday, the ninth of August, 2005. I miss you Charlie and I am fucking not very happy about any of this let me tell you.

As always with me and Charles he is paving the way. Charles was the stuff that legends are made of. Let the storytelling start now. I would say Rest in Peace but Charles liked staying up. Not resting. I do too. So all I can say is I love you brother and I miss you and not a cliche here: I will think about you every day for the rest of my life and thank you so much for every little thing you have ever done for me. You fucking rule. Bye Chuck.

meth kills fast cars cheap thrills


I came across this letter on the internet in May of 2010.  At that time I felt an incredible affinity with the guy who wrote the letter to his wife.  I wish I could remember exactly where I found it.  It could have easily been written by me.  I’m not saying that in order to influence your opinion on this topic.  In fact , I am just curious what others think about the issue of drugs and society.  It’s definitely a complex and polarizing issue for most.  Surprisingly, I suppose, my experiences on all sides of this topic have given me a flexible open minded approach in a sense.  I have a hard time saying yes or no, black or white, right or wrong.  Drugs….many shades of grey.  That’s my best answer.  A copout?  100% LOL but…I just don’t think you can deny that its impossible to sum up this issue in a sentence, a paragraph, or even several pages.  What do you think?

dear charlotte…

i know you don’t want to believe this but i‘m not suffering in the slightest

it’s easy to write me off as drug addled and to send me your dramatic texts about not sleeping for a week because you are so worried about me.  and fair enough, i suppose i deserve that but regardless, i am not the same person.  i am different. and different for the better by far.  i’m on the road to a better place 100% for sure.
an open mind, a  friendly attitude, the knowledge that i can persevere under impossible circumstances, somehow hold on, and in the end come out alive and fully intact mentally and physically….these are nothing but states of mind.   but thoughts control your world.   period.  yes i think i am different then everyone else and yes i think i am special and that i am destined to make a direct, positive impact on the world by doing  something amazing and unique to me.  sounds stupid.  whatever. i realize fully that every single person in n.a. and a.a. would scoff 100% at that statement.  in fact, my guess is that the more militant n.a. nazi types would be using profanity laced, high decibel, somewhat frenzied speech to make it clear just how pathetic, self-deluded, idiotic, and dishonest i am to even have the nerve to pretend to be different in any way.
narcissistic maybe.  different? never.
and they will eat this next sentence up like a wino eats trash.
ha ha ha.  i can hear the “oh my fucking god”s and “this pathetic prick”s and the “who does this fucking creep think he is charlotte?”s now.  i’ve read material on quite a few crystal meth abuse oriented websites and it’s like a pattern.  on the blog portion where people write in to share their experience, strength and hope in the form of letters, it never fails.  as soon as a person writes in and freely admits to still using meth and tries to say anything whatsoever other then “i am a hopeless, hell bound addict, please help me before i destroy everything i come in contact with”, the bloodthirsty, incredibly hypocritical, judgmental, bible & big book thumping, cliché laden zealots jump all over him/her like a pack of wolves.
it’s terrifying actually.  lol.  i remember this one letter this guy wrote and he admitted using meth almost daily for two years.  he wrote an incredible, cogent and well reasoned thesis basically, on his experience with crystal. to be fair, he definitely did not advocate drug use, admitted freely that it ruins many lives and in general did not write even one sentence that could have been perceived as inflammatory, boastful, or slightly mocking the community he was addressing; namely recovering addicts and maybe the codependent types from their immediate family/friends.
now charlotte, you know i am a decent writer and i’m telling you like it is.  it was a good, solid 2-3 page document, written with a humble approach.  he simply explained his personal views and his actual journey. this guy got massacred.  he was ridiculed to the point that it was stupid. they just refused to read anything he had written once they saw the part about still using.  once that was out there, nothing, and i mean absolutely nothing he had to say had any credibility in the judgmental eyes of the people who responded to him with hatred and scorn.
it turned me off to the idea of organized treatment in a similar way that i am turned off by the idea of organized religion.  any approach that has “one size fits ALL” and refuses to give credence to individuality makes me want to vomit. i have no idea why but this bible verse from the book of romans “professing to be wise they became fools” comes to mind..  but of course you know me and i’m a bit of a scoffer in general. so when i saw the way that they picked this guy apart, i was over it before i even finished reading the first barb filled response.
the guy was basically asking for advice and said that he gets benefits from using and that thus far in his life, the benefits (delusional or not) that he still receives, compensate for, and, in fact, still overshadow whatever negative consequences he has had to face. and like i said, i read his letter in detail a couple times, and what he was saying, i could totally see as being truthful and realistic.  he actually asked what the others thought, if they could give him some direction, asked if he needs to quit or at least slow his roll, asked if he was an addict (he didn’t believe that he was—fully, anyhow) etc.  basically a guy wanting to tell his side of the story.  clearly he wasn’t at  the point where he could totally relate with addicts who had hit the bottom and were totally fucking out of control.
he wasn’t out robbing, cheating and manipulating everyone and everything to stay high. that’s not to say he wouldn’t end up there nor was he claiming a miracle approach to using that allowed him to be different then everyone else, special or unique.  he made sense though, you know what i mean?  that’s what really got them all so fucking pissed  because he did give some guidelines that he used for staying one step ahead of the drug overtaking his life.  things like drinking water, not using everyday, going to sleep everyday, staying in his social scene, family scene, being employed, exercising, having varied interests and activities, eating plenty of healthy food, taking care of his teeth and hygiene, stuff like that.  and he was asking for some more similar guidelines and just the point of view of some people who knew better etc. well, his point of view did not sit well with anybody.  they tore him a new asshole and quickly dismissed him as an untrustworthy, pathological liar, and a deluded addict who was out of step with reality and doomed.  not one positive word, no encouragement, no welcoming explanations on why his approach, though sincere, was still misguided….nothing.  the guy probably went out and hung himself after reading the barrage of personal attack laden hate mail that he received in the way of responses.
this from a bunch of addicts who obviously had forgotten what its like to be one themselves.  he admitted he was still using you see and he gave common sense principles that worked to delay him reaching that level of hopeless addict and he was ridiculed hugely for doing that.? speaking for myself i was pissed off because of how damaging i think their attitudes would be to someone who was wavering.  not that i was wavering ha ha ha fuck that shit but IF i would have been and i saw that i wouldn’t be wavering EVER and i know a lot of kids feel the same way.  its like if you don’t conform to their dogma that your life is so hopeless and unmanageable that you can’t live without “keep coming back it works if you work it” then you should be cast out and ridiculed.  a big reason people use drugs  in the first place is that whole rebellious, anti authority thing, not wanting to be a square and all that.  reacting  like the guy was satan made me feel even more rebellious.  i was like “if this is what you get when you get clean then i wanna stay dirty baby”.
exclusion because you are different……….  how is that approach pragmatic?  the only reason they attacked is because of the fatal mistake the guy made when writing his letter.  he gave an ALTERNATIVE option that didn’t revolve around the principles of narcotics anonymous and EVEN worse didn’t force a person to abstain completely if they chose not to.  and that’s what i hate about twelve step programs in general.  again, you know me, and the whole “it’s my way or the highway” doesn’t sit well with me and in fact makes me do the opposite most of the time.  i’m not the only one. believe me i know that they reacted so strongly because they didn’t want anyone who had already decided that their shitty lives had become unmanageable to change that decision because of this dude’s words and come to the conclusion that maybe they could possibly go back to using and control it.  delusional thinking for sure and not a good idea by any means.  however, the bully tactics employed by those who responded to this guy did way more harm then good.  you could tell they felt super threatened by this seemingly harmless guy and his calm and reasonable approach to the situation.
i truly hope you never take the zealots approach to your treatment and recovery.  far better to be flexible in every area of your life and use the knowledge you have gained in rehab and in meetings etc to form a living, breathing, powerful, and INCLUSIVE set of guidelines for sustained recovery from addiction.  to give you a perfect example i’ll just say this, the responses i read all reminded me of my hypocritical brother, a guy who gets fucking wasted, pisses on peoples couches, does shit loads of cocaine and then deigns to give me advice on me and my fucked up life to a point where you just want to vomit at the hypocrisy.   enough said.
hysteria in any form either from an addict or the cured set, is ugly and scary.  please don’t harden yourself ever, to the realities faced by people who are out in the world with nobody to share their lives with, unhappily existing in a vacuum without an iota of faith that their life has a chance of becoming fulfilled and happy. sure that fucking marine drill sergeant approach may bring some hardcore addicts in for treatment.  long term though, intolerant ranting type name calling and angry tirades will push away the people who really probably have the best chances of success.  i’m referring to people who are considered as “functioning addicts”. lol, i’m too much of a coward to send my letter into the website so i am addressing my complaints with your community in a more personal way, one on one with my ex wife lol..you should make it your mission to come up with some groundbreaking way of solving my issues.  that would be awesome and it would help a lot of people because i’m positive that many people out in the world would agree with my point of view number one and number two belong to that “functioning addict” group, and still possess enough individuality and strength to veto any treatment option that is going to talk down to or ridicule them.
only fucked up, rogue, third world piece of shit, hellhole countries with despotic tyrannic leaders  rule their people by eliminating the brave souls who dare to voice a contrary  opinion.  ever hear of the khmer rouge?  google it.    charlotte you need to bring n.a. out of the dark ages, they are using methods of governing their people that are also used in  iran, china, north korea, haiti, africa,   i think you are amazing enough to actually pull n.a. out of the twentieth century and into the modern world. anyway i remain yours,

 

toby

check out this site:  http://www.kci.org/

Brenda Bayne might roll over in her grave if she knew that her grandson Anthony Mandich used her image in such a way!! Hahahaha I love you granny!

By the way, if you read that letter and you thought that it was written by me, its because it was.

Eric Schlenker and the Crown Town Punx Part 1.


Kind of what I imagine when I think of a bank robber in Jail

Well, I’ve wondered for years now what ever became of my friend Eric Schlenker.  I’ve googled him a few times and once a couple years ago I found a guy with the same name who was a Christian leader type and a graphic artist.  I don’t want to sound like a doubting Tony here but I had my doubts if it was the same Eric Schlenker to be honest although to my credit, I did actually send this other Eric Schlenker guy a little email asking him if  he was familiar with Crown Town, the Crown Town Punx, or anything of a similar nature.  For some reason I don’t recall getting a response.

This is me, Anthony Mandich, about a year after Eric Schlenker and I started getting into shenanigans

Eric and I became friends when I didn’t really have any.  I lived on two acres of orange trees, surrounded on either side by exactly one house (each with its own acreage of orange trees).  That was it.  On the whole street except for at the very very top about a mile away there were a couple of ramshackle little houses (one of which contained some good friends of mine The Alcantars).  Basically I lived in the orange groves straight out.  There was a strange factory across the street that made some sort of rubber products, and Pete’s Road Service separated the three modern houses (including mine) and the more rundown houses at the top of the street.  Other then that there wasn’t jack shit on my street except potholes and lots of orange trees and bare fields with nothing but squirrels and weeds.

Anthony Mandich thought he was so cool....what a fool

Man I was so fucking miserable living in that house.  The address was 18430 Compton Avenue, Corona, California.  Our family had just moved there from a cool part of town, from Citron Avenue.  There was a park there and smooth streets for skateboarding and lots of kids my age (even though I got picked on alot).  I was super bummed when we moved and I know it had some serious consequences for my life looking back for sure.  I felt like an outcast so I began to act like an outcast and for me that meant PUNK ROCK.   Pretty typical beginning for any aspiring rebel juvenile delinquent  to tell the truth.  Except that I had parents who weren’t about to put up with any sort of shit like that from me.

I butted heads fiercely with my step dad and to make a long story short one day I met this kid named Eric who lived with his dad who he didn’t really get along that good with either.  He was a tiny bit older then me (like 8 months or something) and he was cool.  We sorta looked alike, dark hair and whatnot, slender good looking wanna be cool guys and so we started hanging out.  For some reason we decided that we didn’t want to live with our parents anymore.   I guess I was about 14 at this time and Eric was my first real foray into real trouble.  His mom lived in New Mexico and we thought it would be great to run away and go there and start  out some kind of crazy existence over there.  So thats what we did.

Anthony and Natalie

We ran away a few times together.  The furthest we ever got was Blythe, California.  I pussed out in Blythe.  We had gotten on a Greyhound bus in LA and we only had enough money to get to Blythe.  We arrived there at 2 in the morning or something stupid like that and it was so fucking incredibly fucking cold that I ended up calling my parents and my dad ended up driving out to Blythe right then and there to pick me up.  Eric was having none of that action.  He knew that his father was going to beat the shit out of him if he came home so he tried to carry on with the mission alone.  He got picked up by the Blythe Police and sent home anyway and yes he did get his ass beat by his dad, an ordeal I witnessed first hand.  I don’t remember why exactly I was there to witness his dad beating the shit out of him with a belt but I was.  Definitely.  I know I sound like such a soft little bitch but you have to remember Blythe is in the desert and we ran away the day after Christmas.  I waited until then because I knew I was getting Penny Loafers for Christmas and I wanted to make sure I got those before I took off.

Well thats one little story about Eric and me.  There are lots more that I will try to get to but not right now okay.  Anyways I was pretty sad to find out today that Eric recently got arrested for committing a bank robbery in New Mexico and is looking at 20 years in a Federal Prison.

Check out this link:  http://www.justice.gov/usao/nm/pr/2011/2011-02-18_schlenker_br_pr.pdf

Eric Schlenker's arrest announcement for bank robbery (US Department of Justice)

 

 

Tenacity: Good or Bad?


Tenacity, according to the online version of the Merriam Webster Dictionary, is defined thusly:  the quality or state of being tenacious.  Tenacious, according to http://www.dictionary.com is

te·na·cious/təˈnāSHəs/Adjective

1. Not readily letting go of, giving up, or separated from an object that one holds, a position, or a principle: “a tenacious grip”.
2. Not easily dispelled or discouraged; persisting in existence or in a course of action: “a tenacious legend”.
Where am I, Anthony Mandich, self proclaimed “artist and urban legend” going with this opening you might be asking yourself.  Fuck!  I don’t know myself.  I don’t want to go off on some idiotic babble ridden tangent like usual and yet I feel the need to vent.  I’m torn, as always, because if I vent the truth and it is read by certain people, I’m going to be judged harshly, critiqued mercilessly and possibly shunned universally.  Good Lord I’m dramatic.
One thing I have to say about the adjective tenacious is that there is a fine line between being admirably tenacious and insanely tenacious.  I should have prefaced the above sentence with “In my opinion”.  Steadfast, unwavering, and resolute are terms that I believe are somewhat interchangeable with tenacious.  When you think of the concept in these kinds of terms it certainly leads one to believe that being tenacious is an admirable quality for a human being to have.  History is full of examples of plucky types who define the ideal vision of the concept.  It’s 4:33 a.m. and right this second there isn’t a name that just pops to the fucking forefront of my brain who I could list here as an example of this ideal vision I alluded to but I’m pretty sure anyone reading could do a reasonable job of filling in the blanks here.  I’m not writing this spew to point out a bunch of dead people who did wonderful things.  So I’m going to leave the positive aspect of tenacity alone for you the reader to mull over in your minds.  I would actually be really stoked if you could maybe comment on this post and possibly list out a couple of examples of  people that should be admired for their tenacity.  Maybe give a few details of what they did, how it helped the human race etc.  That would be great.  If I can get say, 10 comments from you guys, then I’ll feel it worthwhile to continue this whole thing.
It’s probably worth your time and effort if you are interested in hearing the dirt on the other side of tenacity and how it applies to me.  Trust me there are some compelling stories to be told.  I just don’t feel it worth my time to do so if nobody is interested in hearing them to begin with.  So I’ll leave it up to y’all.
I’ll even get the ball rolling for everyone.  Lin Zhao was a poet from China who was executed in 1968.  Prior to her trial, one of her doctors tried in vain to get her to stop her hunger strike.  I forget what she weighed exactly by this point but 70 lbs comes to mind for some reason.  Anyhow, her doctor tried to get her to eat and she refused, stating, “better to be destroyed, then to give up one’s principles”.  She was tenacious.  One more example of her tenacity has to do with her poetry.  Long story short, officials at her jail, in an attempt to silence her, took away her writing utensils (pen and ink etc) that she used to write her poetry.  The fact that she no longer had access to ink didn’t stop Lin Zhao from writing thousands of additional poems up to the time of her execution.  Since she didn’t have any ink, she had to make do with the closest thing to ink that she had at her disposal.  Can you guess what I’m referring to here?

Yes, she wrote them in her own blood.