This is a place(or soap box if you will)for me to speak out on subjects,to tell you about the things I've experienced or am currently experiencing. I'll explore many topics that matter to me with honesty and humor.I'll even subject you to my peculiar sense of humor. I'll endevor to entertain you, perhaps to enlighten you;but I'll always speak my mind, shoot from the hip and take no prisoners.So strap yourself in folks, I'm about to take you on a journey.Enjoy the ride!
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Lorissa McComas: My Final Thoughts.
It's been almost two years since the tragic,untimely death of Lorissa McComas and in the past few months I've received several emails concerning her demise. So, let me take a few moments to tell you about this beautiful, charming woman who like the rest of us mortals had her flaws.
In 2006, I was assigned to interview Lorissa for a fledgling publication called Baltimore Flavor Magazine. I say fledgling because although three issues were published,none of them ever saw the inside of a book store or the shelves of a magazine stand . Instead, boxes of Bill George's pet project remain in the basement of his house to this very day;a towering monument to his arrogance and ignorance.
Anyhoo, I interviewed Lorissa a few days before she was due to be in court. Lorissa's son Tristan was going to be taken away from her because The Child Protection Services Department of Melbourne, Florida considered Lorissa an unfit parent due to her activities in the adult entertainment industry. My job(and an unpaid one at that) was to get her side of the story.
Naturally,as a writer I was interested in such a topical and controversial story. I felt the readers of Baltimore Flavor Magazine would find the piece both compelling and riveting. At the last minute, Bill George(a man without a back bone), jettisoned the article because he felt it was too controversial and preferred to feed his readers pap and pablum they could easily swallow as opposed to giving them something they could sink their teeth into. When he uttered the words," Trust me.", I rolled my eyes in frustration and threw my hands in the air. The man is a timid shit heel.
Knowing this was a story too powerful not to publish, I put it in my blog and to be honest, I expected quite a bit of response. I was rather disappointed that I received no comments what so ever about my article. However, after Lorissa died on Nov 3, 2009, I began getting emails from people concerning her death. It is my understanding that she died after suffering a long illness. When I talked to her in 2006 she claimed to be afflicted with RS Dystrophy. Lorissa told me that her legs were a bumpy mess and that she needed a wheelchair to get around.
There is, however, another story circulating that Lorissa committed suicide with a gun after finding her brother Rene dead in her apartment. It seems Rene had stopped taking his Aids medication. This story appears to be more likely since Lorissa's husband Doug owned a handgun. Trying to pin down the facts is rather difficult because both versions of the story are circulating around in cyberspace. Which one you choose to believe is totally up to you.
About six months later, a girl contacted me by phone and wanted to me to interview her about the incident where Lorissa was accosted by a group of people demanding money or they would "beat her ass". She not only was there during the confrontation,but lived in Lorissa and Doug's house for a period of time. This person also claimed to be there when the Swat Team came to take their son Tristan into protective custody.
This girl rambled on for an hour about what is was like living at Lorissa and Doug's house.Unfortunately, she didn't paint a very pretty picture. Lorissa did not shine resplendently by her accounts. She even described Doug as "a pimp who lived off of Lorissa's money". When I mentioned that Doug reportedly found Lorissa's body when he came home from work, she gasped with surprise and said, "He has a job?"
I originally intended to use this information in my blog because I felt this was a story that needed to be told. But the more I thought about it and the more I listened to the taped interview, I came to the conclusion not to print it. For one thing, Lorissa is dead and can't tell me her side of the story. And why tarnish her image in the eyes of her fans? I'm not about to hurl dirt on a woman now deceased; to me that is yellow sheet journalism of the lowest common denominator. I refuse to descend to that level.
Just let me say that when I interviewed Lorissa in 2006, I found her to be a charming and forthright individual. Yes, Lorissa may have had prescription drug dependency problems and she probably wouldn't have been a candidate for Mother of The Year (if what this women told me is true), but none of that matters anymore. Lorissa had more than her share of trials and tribulations in her brief lifetime. Let her rest in peace.
Wednesday, June 08, 2011
Another Nail In The Coffin of My Pathetic Love Life.
The picture on your immediate left is the place where my pitiful excuse of a love life resides. I visit there often to remind myself that no matter how hard I try, the elusive relationship I desire is so far out of reach.
Perhaps my instincts are off kilter when it comes to women. Not just slightly off kilter mind you,but completely out of whack and in need of serious realignment. Recently I had met a women who I thought liked me as much as I did her, but instead I ended up getting the shit end of the stick. You know,business as usual for me.
Case in point: two weeks ago at the casino where work I met a female patron named Lynn to whom I felt an immediate and powerful attraction.I took one look into her soulful, brown eyes and knew I had to get to know her better. So, we discussed getting together for a cup of coffee and she gave me her number.
A few days later we talked on the phone and I became even further infatuated with Lynn; we talked about art and music during our long phone conversation. Lynn was articulate,bright and has(or supposedly has) two law degrees. We even attended the same high school;talk about co-incidence! Lynn said she found me fascinating as well. As far as I was concerned this girl was the total package: brains and looks. We decided to change our date from simply coffee and conversation to dinner and conversation to get to know each other better.
Then on Sunday I got a call from Lynn( I was home sick with a vicious head cold) who asked if we could change our date from Thursday to Friday. I agreed and she said to call her on Tuesday so we could talk some more. In the back of my mind however, something didn't seem quite right. In my past experience with women, when a women makes those kind of changes it usually means she's having second thought about going out with me.
I started suspecting that Lynn might cancel on Friday as well. I don't know why but I can sense these things. Anyway, I called her on Tuesday and got her answering machine. Again I felt something wasn't quite right. Well, I was right! When I came home from work the next day, there was a message from Lynn saying that she changed her mind about going out with me. She cobbled up some half assed excuse( I've heard this speech so many times before that I could have recited it along with her.) that I listened to for few seconds before hitting the erase button on my phone. If that miserable c**t expects me to feast on her banquet of bullshit,she has another thing coming. I may be many things, but being stupid is not one of them. I saw this coming from a mile away.
Then to simply leave a "not interested" message on my answering machine instead of talking to me personally shows cowardice on her part; not an attractive trait. As far as I'm concerned, her mealy mouthed speech was just an excuse and a feeble one at that. Proof positive the attraction was never a two way thing. I was in it by myself. Lynn either didn't like my looks or thought I was too short or whatever. So f**k her. It's on to the next one; whenever that magical day occurs.
It's my belief that Lynn called me on Sunday not knowing I was home sick and it was her intention to leave a "kiss off" speech on my answering machine at that time. When I answered the phone she then pretended to change the day of our date, preferring to dump me when she wouldn't have to deal with me person to person. One of the things I despise is a cowardly person; someone without character. Lynn is that type of person.
In closing, there is one nagging question I have about her: if Lynn really has two law degrees why is she unemployed? The legal field is always looking for people to fill key positions and yet she lives in her parents house without a job. Curious indeed.
Perhaps my instincts are off kilter when it comes to women. Not just slightly off kilter mind you,but completely out of whack and in need of serious realignment. Recently I had met a women who I thought liked me as much as I did her, but instead I ended up getting the shit end of the stick. You know,business as usual for me.
Case in point: two weeks ago at the casino where work I met a female patron named Lynn to whom I felt an immediate and powerful attraction.I took one look into her soulful, brown eyes and knew I had to get to know her better. So, we discussed getting together for a cup of coffee and she gave me her number.
A few days later we talked on the phone and I became even further infatuated with Lynn; we talked about art and music during our long phone conversation. Lynn was articulate,bright and has(or supposedly has) two law degrees. We even attended the same high school;talk about co-incidence! Lynn said she found me fascinating as well. As far as I was concerned this girl was the total package: brains and looks. We decided to change our date from simply coffee and conversation to dinner and conversation to get to know each other better.
Then on Sunday I got a call from Lynn( I was home sick with a vicious head cold) who asked if we could change our date from Thursday to Friday. I agreed and she said to call her on Tuesday so we could talk some more. In the back of my mind however, something didn't seem quite right. In my past experience with women, when a women makes those kind of changes it usually means she's having second thought about going out with me.
I started suspecting that Lynn might cancel on Friday as well. I don't know why but I can sense these things. Anyway, I called her on Tuesday and got her answering machine. Again I felt something wasn't quite right. Well, I was right! When I came home from work the next day, there was a message from Lynn saying that she changed her mind about going out with me. She cobbled up some half assed excuse( I've heard this speech so many times before that I could have recited it along with her.) that I listened to for few seconds before hitting the erase button on my phone. If that miserable c**t expects me to feast on her banquet of bullshit,she has another thing coming. I may be many things, but being stupid is not one of them. I saw this coming from a mile away.
Then to simply leave a "not interested" message on my answering machine instead of talking to me personally shows cowardice on her part; not an attractive trait. As far as I'm concerned, her mealy mouthed speech was just an excuse and a feeble one at that. Proof positive the attraction was never a two way thing. I was in it by myself. Lynn either didn't like my looks or thought I was too short or whatever. So f**k her. It's on to the next one; whenever that magical day occurs.
It's my belief that Lynn called me on Sunday not knowing I was home sick and it was her intention to leave a "kiss off" speech on my answering machine at that time. When I answered the phone she then pretended to change the day of our date, preferring to dump me when she wouldn't have to deal with me person to person. One of the things I despise is a cowardly person; someone without character. Lynn is that type of person.
In closing, there is one nagging question I have about her: if Lynn really has two law degrees why is she unemployed? The legal field is always looking for people to fill key positions and yet she lives in her parents house without a job. Curious indeed.
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