Celebration of Life

Hi XXX,
I saw XXX XXXX the other night and she told me to stay on top of things and email you again.
She also said you would enjoy my New Year's Eve story that will be in my book, along with beating cancer, and becoming a successful businessman after losing everything in the Great Recession.
NYE I was celebrating the New Year at a local pub and after midnight I was walking home to my boat that I live on in Marina del Rey.  I saw a house party going on in Marina del Rey and figured there must be a lot of literary agents, celebrities, and others in the business attending.  I decided I would scale the fence keeping me from the big wigs in the biz at the house parting.  The fence was very high and had pointed metal arrows on the top to keep people like me from climbing over the fence.  I thought I could do it...wrong.  I got to the top of the fence and as I straddled the fence, my foot slipped and I impaled my groin on the fence.  Now impaling myself was rather easy.  It was getting myself off the impalement that was the tough part.  All of my training in MMA paid off giving me the strength and balance I needed to get off the fence.  I called 911 and had to go to the emergency room where I spent my New Year day at.  Had I impaled my groin a few inches over I would have impaled my manhood and would no longer be a male.  Had I impaled myself a few inches over the other way I would have severed my femoral artery and bleed to death.  I received 7 staples in my groin and told I won't be able to train MMA for at least 2 months.  I've been training MMA with staples in my groin and I will be in the cage fighting again in 2 months.
I hope this email finds you well and I can produce for you a magnificent book and I finally get my golden fleece.
Cheers,
Jason

My next MMA fight is a celebration of life.  I'm just happy to still be here, have my manhood, even if no girls want it, I'm still happy to have it.  This is the email I just sent the literary agent I'm working with.  This is the real deal who I'm talking to...we will see what happens.  If I land a book deal for all the books I've written and will write...I'm celebrating.  Everyone will be invited, I'm going to rent out a place in Marina del Rey that I frequent often.  I might have had a lil chip on my shoulder before trying to get my book deal and all that...but those days are over.  Life is a celebration...having the majority of my body still to be able to do the things I like to do with it is a celebration for me, being able to write books is a celebration to me, having a job is a celebration to me.  Having a beautiful girl by my side...would be a celebration to me if it ever happened.  Why do I have the feeling that if I land the book deal, become a successful businessman, keep fighting MMA, girls are suddenly going to like me.  I remember being broke and poor and nobody wanted me.  Hard for me to get that out of my head...

I'm trying something interesting now actually with a girl, well with a few girls, not what you are thinking.  This is pretty cool and something that been inside of me my whole life.  If you read my book, That's all HE wrote, you will read about a beautiful girl named Melissa that I dated at El Roble Jr. High in Claremont California.  I was suppose to go to Claremont High School with her and keep dating her but my biological mother shipped me off to Germany to live with her lesbian lover and her family.  I should have been part of CHS class of '94.  Instead my childhood was anything but normal and I ended up at Red Bank Regional, NJ class of '95.  This was before Face Book and there was no way to stay in touch with her and I forgot her last name so it makes it even harder...but now I might have found a way...thanks to some girls from Claremont High School class of '94.  Melissa was the most popular girl at El Roble from a wealthy family and I was the poor white trash boy getting into fights and trouble at school.  For whatever the reason Melissa picked me to be with, causing shock waves throughout El Roble.  I never forgot about this...and now...we shall see...going to be interesting.  There is a CHS class of '94 reunion.  Am I crashing the reunion because I never actually went to CHS?  Or am I allowed in because I went to El Roble and know everybody?  I swear if I have to climb another fence with arrows on top I'm going to scream...and if I impale my genitalia this time my scream will be in a much higher voice.

Lots coming up ladies and gentlemen...told you 2014 is going to be my year!

My head is spinning, swimming, #sailing, #surfing, #fighting, writing away...

I was looking for my old blog that I started a long time ago that I saved to a pdf somewhere on my computer and came across a bunch of pictures...
It's quite a journey I've been on...
I miss my son...I hope I get to enjoy the fruit of my labor with him someday.
Man, I've almost died a whole bunch of times...wow...and this is just a few moments of nearly dying, from cancer, girls, crossing the Ambrose Shipping Channel on my 10ft kayak...there have been so many more.  I don't know what my future holds...but I'm writing a lot right now.  I'm just focused on working, writing, fighting, and the ocean.  I'm trying to cut out distractions which can be hard to do in Los Angeles...real hard.  Lots of girls in Los Angeles...lots of beautiful mermaids...  

My epiphany...Marriage/Religion is dead while Life was created

It was New Year's Day and I was lying in a hospital bed with my legs spread open and bleeding from my groin.  My biological father told me I would have an epiphany some day and all that I'm doing in my life would make sense to me.  Well I had it and I realized all that I'm doing to land my own book deal is not delusional, Snooki s, Baba Booey s, and the Shia LeBeouf s of the world are not the only people that should get book and script deals.  I realized I am not going to die in some tragic event before I get my book deal but I'm here to stick around and keep writing books for you.  It's what I was born to do.  My books will have father/son issues, love issues, and there will be lots of fighting, pretty much mirrors my own life. 
That was one of the best New Year's of my life.  I tried jumping a fence with those spikey arrows on top to keep people from climbing over them in Marina del Rey to get to an exclusive house party that I was certain Scarlett Johansson was attending and needless to say I didn't make it.  Getting impaled isn't that hard it's getting yourself off the impalement up high on a fence that is the tricky part.  I hope this is a trick I only accomplish once in my life, a few inches to the left and I would have impaled my junk, a few inches to the right and I could have severed my femoral artery and bleed to death. 
There is more to my epiphany, Religion, we all know God is as real as Santa Claus but man likes to believe in some type of religion to feel good about themselves and establish rules how that want to live their life.  Unfortunately man gets pushy forcing their religion on fellow man and chaos ensues.  Most people go through the motions of Religion not because they actually believe in a Santa Claus God, but because they were raised with this tradition, Catholicism, Judaism, Islam, etc.  Just part of their culture and traditions based on where and who someone is born with. 
Same applies with marriage.  Marriage made sense when women couldn't work and men were the bread winners like in the 50's in America.  If a man wanted to divorce a woman then he has to give her half and keep the lifestyle she was accustomed too while they were married.  However, this is not the case now as woman have joined the work force and command demanding jobs, we are probably going to see our first female president soon.  So if a marriage doesn't work out why should one side or the other be responsible for the other?  Marriage doesn't make sense anymore, if you love someone then you are going to be with that person no matter what, no ring needed or piece of paper.  And if it's True Love you will NEVER sleep with another person.  If it's True Love, you don't want to be touch or touch another human being if you find True Love, otherwise you never found True Love, just regular love.  Not the Marc Antony/Cleopatra, Christopher/Dana Reeve, Andrew Jackson/Rachel Robards, Edward VIII/Wallis Simpson, John Keats/Fanny Brawne, kind of love.
Marriage is tricky because if you have a lot of money you can have a prenup so things don't work you get to keep your worth.  But what if you don't have a lot now but are poised to have a lot in the future?  Like, when I got a married the first time (not for love mind you).  I didn't make any money and the ex made more than me waiting tables in Newport Beach, CA.  But once I started my career in advertising sales I made triple what she made before the Great Recession.  And when I divorced her to be with my True Love, the ex got all of my money, all of my savings in 401k, and I had to pay her a lot.
Now it's like I'm in the exact same position...I don't make a lot of money right now...but the economy is coming back and there are conversations going on...
I don't have a book deal yet...but there are conversations going on...
I'm poised to have quite a 2014...
How do you trust anyone anymore?  We are all so accessible through social media, I wrote about how I hated FB and felt betrayed, my True Love left all her old boyfriends on FB even after I asked her to delete them all.  I have old girlfriends now on FB and we touch base every now and again, there is always flirting going on.  I think marriage is dead, it's something we all do, like religion, out of culture and tradition.  Not because we really believe in it anymore.  Some of the lowest divorce rates are in Israel, Spain, and Italy.  I can see that after being to both of those places, different culture, different attitude about marriage. 
I guess I'd still get the girl I love a diamond ring to show I value her, but the second she hooks up with another dude it's over and I'm not losing anything I worked so hard for again after the Great Recession...
I don't need a piece of paper and some tax breaks to know I love someone and I don't need a religion to tell me how to live my life and condemning fellow man that doesn't believe in a said religion.
Damn good New Year's Day impaling my groin...damn good...