Friday, June 16, 2006

Life and Times

This is just a standard post today. I wanted to get you caught up on the latest in the world o' the Grifter. As it stands, I'm settling in nicely to my new digs. I've started to purchase some artwork for my walls. Blank walls drive me nuts. Come to find out this stuff isn't cheap. No worries, I'll figure something out. As for this weekend, I plan to build a work bench and overhead cabinets in my tiny garage. It's considered a one car garage; yah, if that car is an Astin Mini. It's pretty rediculous but, at least I have a place to store all of my power tools and varioused sundries. It's official, my ice hockey team chose me to be their captain. So now I have the coveted "C" on my jersey. Now I can jaw at the referees (I call 'em Zebras) and not get any flack from 'em. Speaking of hockey, has anyone been watching the Stanley Cup Finals? Man, what a great series this is turning out to be. For the record, I'm rooting for the Hurricanes. The team, not the natural disaster and all around home-wrecker. I'm thinking about taking some of your advice(to those that gave it) and get some of my writings published. I've never done it before, but I'd like to give it a go. I think Tenchi Kumori has been published a time or two. Check out his stuff, he's quite talented. Anyway, that's all from the front-lines. I'll be back bright and squirrely on Monday with more ramblings and writings from the quill of The Grifter. Late.

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Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Sinner's Waltz - The Grifter

In and out of conciousness The anger doesn't cease They fan the flames of hate and lust For them there is no peace I watch and hear so closely To all the pain and fear Their cries for retribution Rise so loud and clear They dance and flail all about enduring their self-made plight To never find the peace they knew There is no rest in sight Be this end for most of us Please don't hesitate Make a change for the best And re-write this fearful fate

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Friday, June 9, 2006

A Night Out - A classic noir from The Grifter

This night, feels so warm. The air is filled with the acrid scent of desire and smoke. I take a sip of bourbon and as my glass falls away from my lips, I see her. She's standing there in an evening gown that begs to be removed. It has delicious secrets and so do I. She's simply stunning. Not the type you can bring home to mother. Then again, not many dames I know really are. I continue to pretend not to notice as she walks in. Every fella in the joint is filled to his brim with lust as they fumble for something to say. Too many one liners and stiffs, what a dame though. She's a tall drink of water with gams that go all the way up and a set of lips that'd set a man's face and pants on fire. Her blonde hair was swayain' just above her waist and her eyes were cutting every joe in the house down. That gal had quite a swing on her back porch. Yah, I was lookin', but who wasn't. If a fella didn't take the time to smell this rose, he was either a couple o' olives short of a dry martini or he was real light in the loafers. But bein' the sorta guy I am, I offer her a drink. She looks at me like I owed her one and with the smoothest set o' pipes I ever heard, she asks the bartender for a Manhattan. I chime in with my usual, a vodka stinger with a whiskey back and step on it, mac. She comes closer and with a flick of her wrist, she produces a cigarette from the gold case in her hand bag. In a deep sexy voice she asks me for a light. Before I know it, about twenty lighters come outta no where. She picks one and starts to glow. The bartender slips the drinks just under my radar as she playfully blows her smoke down my chimney. I inhale deeply as to say keep it comin' sweetheart. Picking up the olive in her drink, she begins to work it over slowly with her tongue as if to try to give every cat in the joint a heart attack. I continue to look on unphased as I throw back my drink. She lifts her Manhattan to her lips and takes a quick sip. She sets it down a grabs hold of my lapel. Her eyes are shootin deadly signals into mine as she moves in for the kill. Our lips meet like two burning taxis colliding. She intrduces me to heaven and I introduce her to my tongue. She proceeds to take it into her mouth and give it the royal treatment. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she could do some real damage if she wanted to and I was dyin' to find out. I pay the tab and slip the bartender a little extra for a drink well poured. I hail a cab and we get in. It feels like every eye on the street follows us as we roll down the street and around the corner. A few minutes later we pull up to her hotel. I tip the cabby and he gives the obligatory thumbs up as I slam the door. The doorman tips his cap and wishes me luck. Like I need it tonight. In case he hadn't noticed, I'd be shittin' shamrocks if I wasn't the gentleman I am. We finally make it into her room and she excuses herself. Says she's gotta slip into somethin' a little more comfortable. I nod, take off my jacket and pour us a couple o' bourbons, neat. She comes back in wearing the sheerest of night gowns and a grin from ear to ear. "Ya like what ya see, sailor?" she asks. I give her a grin and toss my drink down the back o' my throat and say, " I don't know nothin' about bein' a sailor but, I do have something long hard and full o' seamen." She gives me this hungry grin and proceeds to rip open my shirt. She starts to kiss and claw my chest when suddenly the room starts spinnin' outta control. She's askin' me if I'm okay; that's when I black out. The next thing I know I wake up face down in the alley minus my wallet, cufflinks and dignity. I look down to see my fly wide open and a ring of Mary Kay's crush me lovely lipstick around the little general. With a smirk, I reach into my jacket pocket and retreive a cigarette from its crumpled pack. I flick open a match book and fire up my lung rocket and take a deep, well deserved drag. I raise my zipper and pull out a thin black comb from my pocket. A couple o' swipes across my head and hair is back to normal. Well, as normal as a 2 a.m. stroll down a filthy alley will allow, anyway. She got what she wanted and I got what I needed. Now all I had to do is stop this freight train from plowing through my skull. I head back into the bar I had left earlier. The bartender looks up and sees me come in. "We're closed, ya know". I nodded and sat down. Before I could say another word, he sets two drinks in front o' me and says their on the house. I give him a nod. I look down and see a vodka stinger with a whiskey back. Clearly he liked the tip I dropped him earlier. I lift the drink to my lips and look out the window only to see that girl. I see her gettin' into a cab with a popular, well-to-do uptowner. She catches my eye and looks a bit suprised. She then flashes me that mischievious smile as she gets into the waiting cab. I raise my glass to her as they pull away. I was brought to my senses tonight and I enjoyed every moment. "She's quite a killer isn't she?" says the bartender. I simply reply, "She sure is, mac, she sure is".

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Tuesday, June 6, 2006

A Little Late, But hopefully, Worth The Wait

Here it is as promised, the History of The Grifter. Please enjoy and feel free to comment at the end of this post. Oh, and as an added bonus, I will make the image of Grifter and Zealot as a wallpaper. Thanks for your patients.

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Monday, June 5, 2006

Waylayed and Inundated aka, Busy as Hell!

I'm sorry to say, but I must bump back my Grifter Bio by one day. I worked on some images over the weekend but, unfortunately, I'm absolutely swamped here at work. As some of you know, I do all my posting and updating from work. Every once in a while, I get slammed and have a ton of work to do. This will also hinder me from getting to all of your sites. I hope you guys understand. This has a lot to do with why my Gundam fanfic has taken a seat on the back-burner for right now. I do apologize to you and hope to get these things out soon. Here's a pair of questions for you: Do you prefer it when I write only poetry and short stories, only post normal goings on, or both? Would you like to see more drawings and visual pieces? I love to write and I really do appreciate all of your kind words. I'm just curious to know if you care what goes on in The Grifter's life or just want pure poetry, pictures and stories. Please be honest as I am no stranger to critiques. Well, back to the grindstone. Late.

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Friday, June 2, 2006

Just Who Is The Grifter, Anyway?

Many of you, at the beginning of my time here at The O have wondered who the Grifter is. Some of you I have told, while others still might ponder and yet just a few have guessed correctly. So, I thought I'd enlighten you and give you the history of Grifter along with his background, wrapsheet, accomplishments and other tid-bits. Mind you, I'm not talking about myself, rather the character that I have chosen to represent me to the wonderful people here. I shall be posting it on Monday next and hope you enjoy it. I'll try to put together some snaps of him with and without his mask. Thank you all for your well wishes concerning my new digs. You'll be pleased to know that the little "nutcrackers" guys are off of my windows as my treatments aka blinds, have been installed. The moving in is complete and all of the boxes are gone. Now I need some art pieces to go on the walls and to get my drawing table put back together in my new studio/office. Once that happens, I can finally finish some character designs for a couple of very patient Otakuites. (*bows* their coming, I promise) Speaking of Otakuites, what do you guys think about the new title system? I think it's pretty nice myself. There are alot of well deserving contributors out there. I hope to make legend status one day. But for now, I am simply a humble Otakuite. Have a great weekend, everyone.

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Tuesday, May 30, 2006

What Night May Bring - The Grifter

My mind dances as it wastes precious grains of sand. I toss to keep this reality in sync yet I slip further down the path. My eyes betray me to the quickening darkness as shrouds of silk envelope me. Twisting their shape to hold me down, I struggle to be free. It is folly to toil so, for they have me as their own. Though they wisk me off to grander times and places in folds of soft promises, he plans for me. He works his magics and plots so carefully and ensnares me in delusions of fear and heroics. I am quick to act with legs set deep in the slowing down of time. My pulse speeds and my strength grow immense. Eyes blaze aflame as rays of light fill them. Yet, I am bound to him and the secrets he reveals to me. I alone know the truth, for he keeps me to promise with an oath of sand and thread. This night moves quickly and this sinister apparition lays still. But soon he will come and take me once again to the places I love and loath. For adventures and horrors await us once light leaves the horizon. For Sleep comes for us all.

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Friday, May 26, 2006

Go There With You - The Grifter/SCC

I know you've heard me say these words before. Everytime I say I love you, the words mean something more. I spoke them as a promise right from the start and said that death would be the only thing that could tear us apart. Now that you are standing on the edge of the unknown; I love you means I'll be with you wherever you must go. I see it in your tears you wonder where you are. The wind is growing colder and the sky is growing dark. Even though this is something neither one of us understands. We can walk through this together if we hold eachothers hand. I said for better or for worse I'd be with you. So no matter where you're going, I will go there too. I know sometimes I let you down, but I won't let you go we'll always be together. I will take a heart who's nature is to beat for me alone and fill it up with you, make all your joy and pain my own. No matter how deep a valley you go through, I will go there with you. I will give myself to love the way love gave itself for me and climb with you to mountain tops or swim a raging sea. To the place where one heart is made from two, I will go there with you.

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Wednesday, May 24, 2006

The One - From the Quill of the Grifter

To walk alone and see this life And all it's many grander sights With some regret, I realize There is no one by my side To look upon this life of pain To see that memories can stain I have not one to share the gain True enough, this shall remain I'd give this heart so bold and true Seems so much for one to do In life or death to see it through To gladly spend with only you To know there is but one for me Where she is, I cannot see A heart reserved for her will be So I shall wait here patiently

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Thursday, May 18, 2006

Relocation Blues

Gahhh! So many boxes, so little time. You really don't realize just how much crap you have until you move. I mean, it's quite remarkable the amount of junk two people can collect in just five years of marriage. Now the task of finding a place and use for it all comes into full view. My kingdom for a closet with infinate space. I don't have any kind of window coverings on any of my windows. So, I'm trying real hard not to cruise around in my boxers. Remember kids, modesty's first rule: Don't display the goods if you're not in business. So, being the crafty guy that I think I am, I now have christmas wrapping paper covering my bedroom windows. I wake up every morning to little "Nutcracker" dolls plastered on my windows and staring at me. A most uncomfortable feeling indeed. My wood blinds should be coming in about another week. I've also been going through TV withdrawals. The dish guys are coming on Friday along with my new sofa, loveseat and chair. Yah, that's right, I don't have anywhere to sit but at my dining table. But, my gosh, I gots to have my TV. I'm starting to suffer from detox tremours at the mere sight of the empty screen. And the remote, oh how it beckons me even now to press the power button. The big red pleasure filled button. The jolly candy-like red button. Damn you TV, you have rendered me weak. At least it's only a day away. Sorry no poetry for today. I just had to share my woes with you. Grifter, out.

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