Open Letter

An Open Letter To My
Best Friend Since Age 5 Who I
Sought Vengeance Against After He
Found Humor In Pushing Me
Out Of A Tree And Breaking
My Leg

January 29, 2007

Nick,

I’m writing you this letter to express my thanks to you for pushing me out of a tree when we were 12 years old. I’m not sure what you were thinking or why you found such humor in my misfortune but I forgive you. Even though I landed on a rock and my leg got split open and broken in two places and I got knocked out I forgive you because I probably would have done the same.
Even though you caused me an immense amount of pain and I was taken to the hospital twenty minutes after the fall I do appreciate your companionship and willingness to accompany me on that trip. I also appreciate the expression of your interest while I was getting the giant hole in my leg stitched up. I also found the fact you wanted to go back to the hospital 5 days later when I got my hard cast on the off chance that I would start crying so you could get another cheap laugh quite admirable.
It takes either a true friend or a bitter enemy to push someone out of a tree and force then into a 20 ft. free fall, but it takes an honest friend to accompany that person on the way to the hospital. But it takes an even stronger friend or an even stronger enemy to get revenge!
Even though I was stuck in a cast and the rest of my summer was pretty much shot I do appreciate you not getting pissed when I get my revenge.
It takes a real man (even though you were only 12 years old) to get his hand crushed in a car door and not cry! I didn’t mean to do it but it’s not my fault that as I was getting out of the car and as I began to throw the door shut you decided you were going to put your hand there for some absurd reason. Even though I did crush your hand and break three bones I didn’t really feel bad since it wasn’t nearly as bad as the pain you caused me (although you made it sound much worse via the repulsive screams and howls you wouldn’t stop belting out).
I guess I’m just writing you to let you know that I’m glad we have a give give relationship and we can be assured that if one of does something to harm the other vengeance will be sought.


Your Bud,
Mike

F**k All You Kids

For those of you who don't know me here's another bit of info. I work at Caribou Coffee (the one on 14 Mile and M-5). It's pretty cool since I'm the only guy working there and im the only one under the age of 20! This bit of insight is important because it leads me into my next story. It was tuesday January 23, 2007 and I was working a seven hour shift (4 - close). It was the same as every other week night, boring and slow, with my regular customers coming in at there regular times and the occasional rush of people coming home from work or leaving for the night shift. The only difference was the crazy guy who came in and got the cops called on him!
It was about 8:30 or so and i was doing a routine floor check. When i reached the back of the store (where we have a chalk board and some toys for the kids, for those of you who don't know) I saw a man who looked like he was about 40 years old and not very clean. He was sitting there writing something on the board and me being the curious person i am decided to peek and see what he was writing. What i saw somewhat disturbed me so i decided to get my manager (who was the only other person working) and tell her what i saw. She went to the back of the store and saw the words "f*** all you kids" written on the board! She didn't know what to do either so she called the cops. They showed up about 10 minutes later and walked to the back of the store and saw the man and the writing on the board. The man obviously didn't know we saw him or he just didn't care because he was still there when the cops got to the store. The cops then grabbed the man and took him outside and threw him in the car and cruised off as if nothing happened.
I guess this is a message to all of you who wish to go to a Caribou Coffee and write something vulgar. Next time you think it's a good idea think of my story and remember. I will call the cops!

I am

I am a snake
Quiet, calm, patient and observant
I am unknown by many and judged by most
but gentle and friendly at heart
I am the wind
Mysterious and quiet
Where do i come from? What is my purpose?
I am red
The two sided color of passion and fire
Passionate at times
Firey at others
I am full of thought
Filled with opinions
Always trying to find a purpose
I am Mike
Love me or hate me
You get what you see

Who is Mike?

Some of you may know me but I'm pretty sure most of you don't actually know me, not many people do. I'm generally a quiet person and i keep to myself, I'm easily intrigued by what people have to say because i think it's interesting how people think. I'm very opinionated and sometimes very expressive.
I just did an activity in Creative Writing called True Colors. It's a self exploration activiy that basically determines which of the 4 colors best fits you. Acording to the activity i best fit into the blue area. I feel this is pretty acurate since i am a very harmonious and unique person. I also feel it is important to find meaning in everything i do, because if there is no meaning, then why am i doing it? The people who know me best like my best friend and my girlfriend would also agree that i am affectionate and somewhat tender.
Now that you know a little bit about me I'm looking forward to getting to know you. If you like me, cool. If you don't like me, cool. I'm a very proud, unique person and I'm not about to change.