Saturday, September 19, 2009

Sometimes, we don't really understand the consequences of our actions.

Sometimes, we wish for things that will never happen.

Sometimes, we will do what we have to in order to get what we want.

Sometimes, we love people who are so far away from us (both in proximity and how they feel about us), that we are alone.

Sometimes, we feel alone.

Sometimes, we wish we were...

Friday, September 4, 2009

We all would like the best for ourselves...and our children and our grandchildren. Well, I don't have any children...I have STEP-children and I try so hard to take care of them.

I have a wife...and I try too hard to take care of her, especially when she calls me names like "idiot", "drunk", "fool".

I can accede to each of those monikers at one time or another but there are other names, too...

"Caretaker", "Butler", "Confidant", "Friend".

Sometimes (oh, there's that word again), sometimes, I would just like to be called "friend". It that so much to ask?

And so I say a "Wonderful Night" to anyone who reads this post,

Good Night, Friend.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Sometimes The Night Can Bring Light to You...


Sometimes, a picture of a couple of old friends can make you see the light...
Even if you haven't spoken to those friends in a very long time, even if, at one time in your life you loved them very much, even if they are gone...they can still make you see the light.
I used to go to concerts with these guys and I used to drink too much when I did...BUT, we all did. We all drank to much! I just didn't stop when the party was over. They could, I couldn't.
As a result, I don't speak to these guys anymore. I don't speak to the entire "gang" that used to go to these concerts. And I don't do to these concerts (or for that matter any concerts at all) anymore.
It hurts when you lose friends, family...through attrition (an ugly f***ing word), through death, through movement, through...
But it hurts worse when you lose them through your own stupid behavior, your diseases, your idiocy, well, Fly, let's say it...your dumbass drunkeness.
And I miss them all. I can only hope that, one day, they will come back. But I seriously doubt it. What I have done and said and been, well, sometimes, can't be removed. Just like grafitti on a wall, it's always there and can't be painted over.
I am ashamed. I am humbled.
And that is my first step toward making amends to these people that I love
And who I believe once loved me.
Tonight, I am a humble nightfly,
and I remain ever yours...

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Take Me Home...

Take that look of worry,
I'm an ordinary man
They don't tell me nothing
So I find out all I can

There's a fire that's been burning
Right outside my door
I can't see, but I feel it
And it helps to keep me warm...

So, I don't mind.

Seems so long I've been waiting
Still don't know what for
There's no point in escaping
I don't worry any more

I CAN'T COME OUT TO FIND YOU
I DON'T LIKE TO GO OUTSIDE
THEY CAN TURN OFF MY FEELINGS
LIKE THEY'RE TURNING OFF THE LIGHTS

No, I don't mind...

Just Take, Take Me Home.
Because I don't remember.

Cuz, I've been a prisoner all my life,
And I can say to you,

I have no far horizons
And I wish upon a star
They don't think that I listen
Oh, but I know who they are...

No, I don't mind.

But, please...
Take Me Home.
Sometimes...

And I know I say that often, BUT!

Sometimes,

You have to make a change...you have to "change it up", you have to move on.

Is this my time?

Friday, May 15, 2009

Come On And Find Me.

Warriors, come out to play-ay!

Saturday, May 2, 2009

The Night.


I tried this one in this blog before....
The Night...that's where I live, that's where I feel most comfortable. That's who I am, The NightFly.
I need to know that there is the night, forever.

Monday, April 27, 2009

I'm all right!

Trebuchet! More like Miami Vice!

But whatever, I have new glasses and I can see! I

Just wanted to check in and say "hello, I'm ok!!!"

Saturday, April 11, 2009






Hi again!

The NightFly is into the light, as is evidenced by the sunburn!

I wanna talk about Valerie Bertinelli (please reference the pictures above).

One picture shows a "fat" Val...yeah, right, "fat"! There are so many people, including me that could lose a little more than that "freshman 15"! BUT! When she was fat (and ugly as many people would think, just because she was overweight), she was not...I mean NOT, NOT, NOT in the news. Even though her husband (at the time), Eddie Van Halen had tongue cancer and...well, Wolfie (oh, how unfortunate to be called Wolfgang, but, Crap, when you are the offspring of Van Halen and Bertinelli...who the HELL is gonna make fun of your name!?!)

Anyway, I digress....Nobody gave a rat's patootie about Val when she was "fat". But wait, as they say in those GD infomercials, THERE'S MORE!

First of all let me crab and complain...these fat ass stars who suddenly get slim, well, they have trainers and dieticians hovering over them all the time...A working clown like me DOESN'T HAVE THE MONEY FOR THAT SORT OF CRAP! And neither do YOU! But, the stars who suddenly go from fat to fabulous...well, THEY DO!!!!

And so it is with Valerie...she looks great, don't get me wrong! I love her in that bikini! I have always, since I was 14 and she was 12, had a thing for her. I was hurt when she married Eddie, because I played guitar too! And I still think she looks great, "fat" or thin.

If you haven't got it yet, this is not about Valerie Bertinelli...this is about the media...who shun those who are ugly or deformed or fat (of course, unless, they kill someone or something of that nature).

Are we so enamored of those people who are "beautiful"?

I've often written in this and other blogs,

"I can't come out to find you,
I don't like to go outside".

Now, I'm not so sure I like to stay inside.

Because I don't have "Abs-O-Steel", "Buns-O-Steel" or, pretty much, "Anything-O-Steel". I'm just an ordinary man. I work my job and I try my best to be good.

And you know what? I'm happy with that.

That's my view of this world and I remain,


The NightFly




ps: See what happens when I go out in the light?










Wednesday, April 8, 2009

When it happens, it happens!

Sometimes, when you are at your lowest, someone somes along...

And they pick you up.

Monday, March 2, 2009


A voice has been silenced. When the world went out of it's mind, this voice brought me comfort and, even sometimes, joy. This voice has been silenced forever...God Rest...
To me, Paul Harvey was . . . well, how do I say it? He was a father and mentor and teacher and...
And I will miss his voice, his teachings, his just being there every day.
I guess I have SO much to say about him, so much that I loved about him, so much...that I can't say it at all! He is with his Angel...again...a women that he loved SO much...He is forever loved by those, like me, who gathered so much from his teachings and his words...and he will be missed...so very much!
So I guess I will just say,
Mr. Harvey....
Good Day!

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Sometimes the world isn't what it seems...

And sometimes you just have to go with the flow...

And sometimes . . . you just have to rebel against...

Inequity
Injustice
Hatred
Racism

Terrorism.

You don't have to be blown up by some Jihad MOTHER F***ING IDIOT to experience terrorism in your life.

The wife who gets hit in the face because "DINNER ISN'T ON THE GODDAMNED TABLE WHEN I GET HOME FROM WORK". That's terrorism.

The child who get beaten because he or she just happens to make a mistake in his/her pants...
"HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU TO HOLD IT IN UNTIL I GET YOU TO A GODDAMNED TOILET?" That's terrorism.

The husband who does so much for his wife and, when she gets home from her job, berates him for not doing all of the things on HER list of things to do, FOR HIM. Even though he worked his eight hours that day. "DID YOU CALL, DID YOU CLEAN, DID YOU DO THIS, DID YOU DO THAT?" That's terrorism. That's fucking terrorism.

And, like those in the towers on 9/11...we can't get out...we just wait for the collapse of the building...and pray for a better life.

Until then, I remain,
The NightFly