Who He Told His Secrets To.

Just yesterday I sat down at Jason's Deli to have lunch with my friend Cookie (Allison McInnis). We try to get together at least once a week so we can have a good laugh during our hectic week. On the way to our meet up place (usually somewhere to eat, she is trying to fatten me up) I jot down 3-8 stories I want to share with her. I do not write the whole story, mainly the title such as "Only Five Bucks?" (which I should share with my viewers). On the day of Jason's Deli I had only a few things (a picture and a pair of glasses I wanted her to see), so we free stylied.






We sat down and went on talking about everything from swimming to guy I named "Dodger Dog" sitting about 20 feet away from us. At one point I just looked at her and blurted "you look like the type of person that would have an imaginary friend." She laughs. She has two older sisters and a butt load of friends but yet she announces that she did have an imaginary friend named Hermie. She became "friends" with Hermie in middle school. Thats not bad, the fact that her friend Morgan was "friends" with Hermie first and Cookie asked if she could be "friends" with him too had me laughing so hard at her. I think I made her feel bad, I guess I wasn't suppose to laugh at this story. So to make her feel better, I offered my own "this is how sad my childhood was" story. I told her about how my brother was older than me and I did not have that many friends in my neighborhood ( I lived in Sunset Acres back when it turned to a bad place). I would have secrets that I could not share with anyone since no friends were around. I skipped having an imaginary friend and did something very strange. My bedroom was filled with movie posters and sports posters (Tom Glavin & John Smoltz "Gone With the Wind" poster which they were both on the mound and dressing like cowboys.) When I had secrets or needed to just talk I would turn to. . .


That is correct, I shared my secrets with a "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?" movie poster. Funny thing is (if you read the Club BLVD story) I more ashamed of this than doing what I did in the Club BLVD story. The good thing is Roger still holds our conversations and no one knows where he is at the moment, not even I. Knowing him, he probably has a blog in which he is releasing all my secrets and daily stories onto the internet. Roger Rabbit, I don't trust him anymore.

What is the difference between being a fan and liking a Band.

This strictly my opinion so it is okay if you think I am wrong.



To help me explain what is the difference between being a fan and liking a Band I will need to use an example and what greater example to use then one of the biggest bands around today, Kings of Leon.



As you may already know I am a Kings of Leon fan. I have just about everything they have put out and some stuff they did not release. I have been a fan of theirs since 2004, yes; they have been around before "Use Somebody" came out. Recently they have gone from underground to the public eye. A lot of the people in my town "LOVE" Kings of Leon but only know one track, Use Somebody. If you only know one or two songs you like them. If you go to shows, know the odd ball songs you might be a fan.
Its like this: I saw a girl who was wearing a Rolling Stones tour t-shirt (of course a re-issue but these days thats all you can find at Hot Topic or Target). I asked her if she was a fan, she replied "Oh yeah, big time." I proceeded to ask her what her favorite song is she answered with "Can't Get No Satisfaction." I asked her what other songs she liked but thats the only one she liked. She did not know any others.
I was DJ-ing for a friend of mine before he played a set, a group of mid-20s girls were sitting at a table near by. They started talking about KoL (Kings of Leon) then they broke out into singing "Use Somebody" (KoL's second single off their most recent album "Only By The Night"). They went on yelling "play Use Somebody." I did not have that record in my stash that night for a reason, because people like these girls. I told them I will play some Kings. Later on that night, I played early tracks by Kings, only a handful of people knew what was playing. The girls at the table told me to take the record off and play some Kings of Leon. Liking one song does not make you a fan. It means you like one song out of their 58+ song catelog.
My cousin Taylor, God bless him, came over to my place and saw all the KoL stuff I had but had no clue they have been around since 2002/03. He told his sister about Kings and she looked at him and said "Ummm, Rex has been preaching about them like three yours ago, he has pictures with them." Next thing I know I bump into Taylor and he introduces me to a female friend of his, he tells her Im a Kings of Leon fan. She has the nuts to say "Oh really, we are their biggest fans." Taylor looked at her and shook his head and said "No, we aren't (enter chicks name)."
Jay-Z has an amazing track called "99 Problems" I like the track, I also like a few by Outkast but it does not make a fan. It just simply means I like the songs. I am thrilled that Kings of Leon are finally making way in the US it just sucks to go to a show and watch half the crowd only enjoy "Sex on Fire" (their first single off Only By The Night) or "Use Somebody." Twist, dance, pump your fist along to great tracks like "Wasted Time," "King of the Rodeo," "California Waiting," "Molly's Chamber," "Soft," and "The Bucket." Recently, Caleb (lead singer) told a crowd sitting down at their show to "get the f*ck up, this aint a show at the State Fair." He caught them only enjoying two songs (Sex and Use). Also, Jared (bass player, Caleb's younger brother) mentioned in an interview that most of the wishes they did not write Sex or Use because of the crowds.

Like the band because of Sex and Use, those are good songs, but don't call yourself a fan because Kings hate crowds who just like those tracks.

The Time Rex Faked His Death

Sorry friends and family, this post will not have cool pictures through-out it like my friend Kate's post. I am typing this one up at work.


I do not recall the year, my guess is 2005, when this story took place but it lasted over a weekend and I am shocked it lasted that long. The summer rolled around and my friend Matt Graham and I were looking for something to do so we headed up to the neariest Sonic for a cold drink. While sitting up there I told him how I hardly see people anymore, I could go two months without seeing most people and when they do see me not much has changed. I announced to him "its like I am dead." He laughed and said what if they thought you were. So my wheels got turning upstairs about what we were talking about. Within five minutes we had a story about how I was in a car wreck and was rushed to the hospital. While going over the story we also tried to figure out who to play the trick on. I know, what a horrible trick to pull but oh well. Matt flipped through his phone trying to find the perfect person to play the prank on. Derek "D-Cup" Alton was the one we chose. Matt called him up and told him that I was in a wreck and it was not looking good. The story went- I was driving on Flournoy Locas Road, taking the scenic route, on my way to Best Buy when a man in a truck smacked into the passanger side of my vehicle.. Once D-Cup heard the story he was taken by the tragedy. We let him sit and gather his thoughts and by the time he was almost near tears I chimmed in with a hardy "Just playing."
He laughed and said he hated us both for doing it and went on to say "I wonder if anyone else would believe it." We did not think anyone would. After pulling such a joke on a good friend, Graham and I called it a nite. The next morning (Saturday) I get a text from a friend asking me if I was alright. I called her and asked why she sent that. Well it seems while I was sleeping the nite away, rumors started rumbling from Shreveport to Los Angeles and everywhere between. I went from being rushed to the hospital on a Friday afternoon to being pronounced dead Sunday evening. Seems that D-Cup added to the story a little. In stead of being rushed to the hospital, I ended up in a deep coma then died. D-Cup notified someone in Baton Rouge named MoonBurger who was trying to collect money so he could rent a car to make it up to Shreveport to see me. Link, a friend who lived in Austin, balled his eyes out while on the phone to his parents and was on the verge of booking a flight home to make the funeral service. Scott Graham & Bozman also got word of what happened, a few months later Scott made it back to Shreveport in which he saw me and said "I heard you died." Adam (my roommate now days) told me that Jacob asked the football coachs at LSU if he could take time off to head home for the funeral. I feel that Nancy (Adam & Jacob's mom) still dislikes me for this. All in all I lost some friends by "faking my death" but its okay. Most of them are still good friends who, after a while, let it slide.

Rex.