After calling me and telling me she was 'held-up' I thought she meant by a train or traffic. I never thought of robbery. And at our lighted porch in our driveway yet. Well, we do live on a very, very quiet street. They just stepped out of the darkness. My wife had 2 guns pointed at her as she exited the car in our own driveway the other night. The dog jumped out and as she exited the car, two low-lifes were upon her. I was at work and she had just dropped me off. They told her to give up her purse and she wouldn’t get hurt. That’s really something to say when you’ve got guns pointed at you. And we live in a nice neighborhood in the suburbs.
For the 1st few minutes I wanted to get home but from work, I couldn’t, and besides. The Police had just left and said it happened a few blocks up right before her. Some consolation! I was glad all they got was the purse, credit cards, a few bucks and I.D. Those can be replaced. But anything could have happened to her and the dog. Luckily, she had her keys, contact lens and phone. At least that was something positive. For that, I was relieved and am glad God was with her. But, now what? You think you live safe, and something like this happens. So much for security. All the motion detector lights and locked doors means nothing when you stare down the barrel of a couple guns. It could have turned real bad, real fast. Thank God it didn’t.
All these years Ive armed myself with a 357 Magnum with 150-grain Hollow points. If that had happened when I was there, I would have dropped them both where they stood. End of story. Thats WHY I feel safer armed than not. But, things in this world have to change. The sad thing is…they aren't going to anytime soon. And, its getting worse. Im just so relieved nothing worse happened to her, and I swear to you all. Someday, we are getting outta this "murder city" for good. Theres nothing left to strive for or hope for here. Detroit is the Cleveland or Buffalo of the future. It will be the next 'mistake on the lake'. It already is with no jobs, boarded and burned out houses, closed factories, and crack heads and ho's walking the street. There really are more of those than nice places and things in Detroit. Its a dying city on its last legs run by 'swami-Kwami's'. In my gym, Im now the only English speaking person there just about. And sorry friends. But Im sick to death of working out to Rap music in a place where the manager is a 23 year ghetto-head, and everyone else is talking foreign. So, it finally happened.
Im in the minority here, and ready to walk away. Burn the damn place to the ground. Shoot and kill each other, rob and rape and pillage. I don’t give a flying-f-of-a-flamingo if everyone burns in hell. And I am a God fearing Christian yet. This is no way to feel. But you put a gun or two in my face or my family…than "Katie-bar-the-door! Somebody's going to die. And it aint gonna be me. And rest assured. I will leave for good before I let that happen.
So lock your doors, keep your lights on, be aware of your surroundings, and carry only your ID and a few bills with you. As if that will really help you! It wont…but I have nothing else to give you hope for in this damn city. All is lost. The end times are upon us. And Ill be getting out soon. Maybe you all should pack a bag too? Before you get out of your car, in your own driveway with your porch lights on and have a gun shoved in your face.
God Bless my friends…and look over your shoulder. HDT
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
"The Catholic, the Muslim and the Budda."
I was waiting for an Arabic friend to pick me up so we could go out to eat at a
Vietnamese restaurant. (The restaurant has a large BUDDA in the entry-way) when there was a knock at my door. Out there stood 3 female 7th Day Adventists church members wanting to talk with me. I told them to wait a minute and went to get my jacket. I got my coat and heard some male voices on my porch. Thinking it was my Arabic friend, I opened the door to 2 Male Mormon Missionaries on bikes arguing with the 3 ladies from the 7th Day Adventists. About then my Moslem friend arrived.
I excused myself from the 5 people now yelling back and forth on my porch about their respective religions and philosophies, and got into the car. He asked me what in the heck was that all about. I told him they were arguing back and forth over who was right and who was wrong. "Ya' all are crazy, you know? You Christians argue over which of the Bible "Good Books" is the right one and which isn't!" he said. "We have the Koran. One book, one philosophy. Go to the book store and ask for the Koran, and you get the Koran. Go and ask for the Bible and the cashier says "Which One? Which version and for which church?"
I thought about it and he was right. If literally the very 'word of God', how come King James tossed a lot out? How can any man decide what does and doesn’t belong? And didn’t the Council of Nicea many, many years ago, argue and fight and eventually toss a lot out? And before the birth of Christ, there were 3 versions of the Bible. It was decided by a group of around 70 learned representatives that out of the 3 versions, the world would go by the Babylonian version. The Philistine version was close to that, but the Egyptian version was very long and kept a lot in that the others had not. So today, basically we follow the Babylonian version.
I just laughed and said to him, "Youre right I guess. We have a lot of different editions, versions and interpretations to choose from." "And just HOW can that be?" he asked with a smile. "I don't know" I replied. "I guess we all have to read a bunch of different ones." "I told ya' all Christians are crazy didn’t I? You mean well and do a lot good things…but you need to get your act together!" And he was right on the money…and coming from a Muslim no less. Im never too old to learn, and belief in God is good, you know?
Only in America can a Catholic go out to eat with a Muslim in a Nissan, in a restaurant with a Budda in the doorway while 2 Mormons are arguing with 3 Adventists on the porch. The only thing missing was a Rabbi, a Shaman and a Monk. Geez! I'd a had a really good joke there….
Until next time my friends, Love, Peace and Light always. For thine is the Kingdom…….HDT
Vietnamese restaurant. (The restaurant has a large BUDDA in the entry-way) when there was a knock at my door. Out there stood 3 female 7th Day Adventists church members wanting to talk with me. I told them to wait a minute and went to get my jacket. I got my coat and heard some male voices on my porch. Thinking it was my Arabic friend, I opened the door to 2 Male Mormon Missionaries on bikes arguing with the 3 ladies from the 7th Day Adventists. About then my Moslem friend arrived.
I excused myself from the 5 people now yelling back and forth on my porch about their respective religions and philosophies, and got into the car. He asked me what in the heck was that all about. I told him they were arguing back and forth over who was right and who was wrong. "Ya' all are crazy, you know? You Christians argue over which of the Bible "Good Books" is the right one and which isn't!" he said. "We have the Koran. One book, one philosophy. Go to the book store and ask for the Koran, and you get the Koran. Go and ask for the Bible and the cashier says "Which One? Which version and for which church?"
I thought about it and he was right. If literally the very 'word of God', how come King James tossed a lot out? How can any man decide what does and doesn’t belong? And didn’t the Council of Nicea many, many years ago, argue and fight and eventually toss a lot out? And before the birth of Christ, there were 3 versions of the Bible. It was decided by a group of around 70 learned representatives that out of the 3 versions, the world would go by the Babylonian version. The Philistine version was close to that, but the Egyptian version was very long and kept a lot in that the others had not. So today, basically we follow the Babylonian version.
I just laughed and said to him, "Youre right I guess. We have a lot of different editions, versions and interpretations to choose from." "And just HOW can that be?" he asked with a smile. "I don't know" I replied. "I guess we all have to read a bunch of different ones." "I told ya' all Christians are crazy didn’t I? You mean well and do a lot good things…but you need to get your act together!" And he was right on the money…and coming from a Muslim no less. Im never too old to learn, and belief in God is good, you know?
Only in America can a Catholic go out to eat with a Muslim in a Nissan, in a restaurant with a Budda in the doorway while 2 Mormons are arguing with 3 Adventists on the porch. The only thing missing was a Rabbi, a Shaman and a Monk. Geez! I'd a had a really good joke there….
Until next time my friends, Love, Peace and Light always. For thine is the Kingdom…….HDT
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Life in the "Hurricane" Shelter
Life in the "Hurricane" Shelter, Hurricane Duane & Johnny & The Hurricanes.
Our office. My refuge. The "Hurricane" Shelter. There are 3 locations. One I try to get to whenever possible in the Dertoit area, #2 I cant seem to get out of outside Detroit, and the 3rd Shelter Office is out-of-state and I cant seem to ever get into it no matter how hard I try and get there. Almost everyday, Im in some storm-by design, circumstance or necessity. What goes on in one, doesn’t happen in the other. And what happens in the other has no bearing on whats goin' on in the other two. There-in lies my problem. Not enough of the one "me" to go around and cover the other 2…plus my family, my job, my Emergency Response teaming, and still trying to get sleep everyday. (I was just about convinced there is no such thing as sleep.) And this is why I cant return half the calls, voicemails, messages, emails and regular postal mails I get non-stop. People think its intentional, and maybe it is, but only by nature of the volume of things I have going.
The Shelter 'staff' and gaggle of friends is what helps me-help myself to keep me going in a somewhat straight line. We have 2 computers-in one office, 1 in the other out-of-state, and 2 more in the 3rd. I have my job, I have the business of my group Johnny & The Hurricanes, I have a book coming out from England, another book nearing the ½ way point, I write "Drivin' Sidways in Detroit!", and we have an dbl album Anthology coming out from Belgium in the Netherlands.I rehearse and perform professionally as well, and I have my own music, my family, and the City Emergency Response Team. Hence the need for the "Hurricane Shelter" and everybody in it. We have lawyers and trademark attorneys and entertainment agents and managers in New York, Los Angeles, London, the Netherlands, Ohio, and even some dealings in Mexico. Im out of my own house so much, when I do get there, even "LUCKY the WONDER DOG" bites me on the leg. And sometimes, he pees on it too! He really doesn’t like me gone so much. But I am, and that just how it is.
In the near future if all goes as planned, we'll be leaving Detroit and Michigan for good, leaving my job and Emergency Response Team behind. It will all be about my books, my group and sipping Mai Tais on a beach somewhere watching the rest of the world trying to figure the meaning of life. Ive been working towards that for so long and in so many directions that sometimes I need a compass to put my pants on. So, I just cant make everyone out there in the real world happy.
Someone came to visit the other day and I understand they left in a huff because I was in the BATHROOM. They said apparently "I can see the situation has changed!" and then left. Oh GOSH! I was in THE REST-ROOM for God's sake. I just cant please all for sure. And, Im sorry about that. But, I don’t have the time they do, the cell phone minutes they do, the computer time they utilize, the availability to get together when they do(for sure no ones busier than me every night and day and weekend and holiday), so I just try to accommodate. In order of preference and necessity its my job 1st, the groups business 2nd, my family 3rd, the E.R. Team 4th, myself 5th, Performing Professionally 6th, and anything and everyone else has to just get in line.
The Shelter changes my profiles, decides which blog article goes up and when, puts appointments and to-do lists together, and keeps me sane. I have 3 basic partners and they just laugh at me. Oh, Sure. When Im gone, they'll be counting the money and ordering more rounds of Mai Tai's! Right about now, Im lookin' for a pillow with my name on it…keep the faith, keep it real, and just KEEP MOVIN'!
*(Special and Eternal Thanks to the Shelter "Crew" and everyone in it who makes it possible for me to maintain things) HDT
Our office. My refuge. The "Hurricane" Shelter. There are 3 locations. One I try to get to whenever possible in the Dertoit area, #2 I cant seem to get out of outside Detroit, and the 3rd Shelter Office is out-of-state and I cant seem to ever get into it no matter how hard I try and get there. Almost everyday, Im in some storm-by design, circumstance or necessity. What goes on in one, doesn’t happen in the other. And what happens in the other has no bearing on whats goin' on in the other two. There-in lies my problem. Not enough of the one "me" to go around and cover the other 2…plus my family, my job, my Emergency Response teaming, and still trying to get sleep everyday. (I was just about convinced there is no such thing as sleep.) And this is why I cant return half the calls, voicemails, messages, emails and regular postal mails I get non-stop. People think its intentional, and maybe it is, but only by nature of the volume of things I have going.
The Shelter 'staff' and gaggle of friends is what helps me-help myself to keep me going in a somewhat straight line. We have 2 computers-in one office, 1 in the other out-of-state, and 2 more in the 3rd. I have my job, I have the business of my group Johnny & The Hurricanes, I have a book coming out from England, another book nearing the ½ way point, I write "Drivin' Sidways in Detroit!", and we have an dbl album Anthology coming out from Belgium in the Netherlands.I rehearse and perform professionally as well, and I have my own music, my family, and the City Emergency Response Team. Hence the need for the "Hurricane Shelter" and everybody in it. We have lawyers and trademark attorneys and entertainment agents and managers in New York, Los Angeles, London, the Netherlands, Ohio, and even some dealings in Mexico. Im out of my own house so much, when I do get there, even "LUCKY the WONDER DOG" bites me on the leg. And sometimes, he pees on it too! He really doesn’t like me gone so much. But I am, and that just how it is.
In the near future if all goes as planned, we'll be leaving Detroit and Michigan for good, leaving my job and Emergency Response Team behind. It will all be about my books, my group and sipping Mai Tais on a beach somewhere watching the rest of the world trying to figure the meaning of life. Ive been working towards that for so long and in so many directions that sometimes I need a compass to put my pants on. So, I just cant make everyone out there in the real world happy.
Someone came to visit the other day and I understand they left in a huff because I was in the BATHROOM. They said apparently "I can see the situation has changed!" and then left. Oh GOSH! I was in THE REST-ROOM for God's sake. I just cant please all for sure. And, Im sorry about that. But, I don’t have the time they do, the cell phone minutes they do, the computer time they utilize, the availability to get together when they do(for sure no ones busier than me every night and day and weekend and holiday), so I just try to accommodate. In order of preference and necessity its my job 1st, the groups business 2nd, my family 3rd, the E.R. Team 4th, myself 5th, Performing Professionally 6th, and anything and everyone else has to just get in line.
The Shelter changes my profiles, decides which blog article goes up and when, puts appointments and to-do lists together, and keeps me sane. I have 3 basic partners and they just laugh at me. Oh, Sure. When Im gone, they'll be counting the money and ordering more rounds of Mai Tai's! Right about now, Im lookin' for a pillow with my name on it…keep the faith, keep it real, and just KEEP MOVIN'!
*(Special and Eternal Thanks to the Shelter "Crew" and everyone in it who makes it possible for me to maintain things) HDT
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