When We See The Light Under The Door


When we see the light under the door it peeks our curiosity to the point where we have to accept the consequences and just open it. What if we have our hand on the knob but can’t bring ourselves to turn it, for fear of what’s on the other side? The fear of the unknown can be far worse than the thought of seeing everything is as we left it. Sometimes though, even though we may be really afraid, all we need to do is open the door just a bit and let the light come flooding out. It’s certainly not as frightening as throwing the door wide open and finding out there could be anything behind that door! But just a crack isn’t so daunting and the light it lets out enables us to see so much more than when the door was closed. In fact, we may be amazed at how much light is coming through that very small gap. Once we’ve opened the door very slightly, our eyes adjust to the new light level and then we may be able to open the door even more. We forget how daunting it was just to walk up to it and how much energy it took to put our hand on the knob. But now it is open and this is where we begin the story of husband coming home after being deployed to a far away land only to find that all of his fears are coming true and are in front of him.

The husband frequently wondered what went on behind the closed bedroom door when he was away for long periods of time. After he had some years in the Air Force under his belt he had heard of many disappointing returns that were less than the anticipated celebration. He always comforted himself with the knowledge that his wife loves him enough not to be caught off guard by loneliness. That only happens in other marriages; in those marriages where there are already underlying problems and the love has began to fade. The husband always made it a point to remain committed in his marriage and walked away from situations which might be considered compromising. The husband did this faithfully without question every day he walked out the door of their house. He was always comfortable knowing that his wife would be there to greet him with love each time he returned. As time rushes by and he began to be separated from his wife more, he finds himself consumed with fear that maybe his time has finally come to be the one who is disappointed when opening the door.

The husband had seen many things in his life, from the gruesome to the absolutely beautiful, but nothing prepared him for what he was about to witness. This time when he saw the light under the door he could hear noises, he could hear voices, and he was hearing sounds of a struggle. The husband did what came naturally, he whipped the door open with such power that it was hard to keep it from embedding itself into the wall behind it. He saw two people on the bed in the master bedroom, both frozen in a test of time to see who would move first. The husband wishes what he was seeing was not so, but when he blinked and re-opened his eyes what was happening became even clearer. He stood at the door waiting for something, anything, to help him make sense of the scene in front of him. But there was nothing, the moment was frozen in time, the faces were almost expressionless in their disbelief. The husband reached for the door handle and then pulled the door closed. He needed a few moments to clear his mind because he was in the process of making some decisions that will change his life forever.

Now that the husband had opened the door he saw firsthand that things were not at all normal. Now he can’t imagine seeing anything different and now he is having a hard time trying remember how he was feeling before he opened it. Is he mad. Is he sad. Is he sorry. Is he crushed. Is he calm. Is he in pain. He is mad, the emotion he feels is pure anger. The husband waited patiently sitting in his chair in the living room for the door to open again. In his own mind he had waited an eternity and was willing to risk opening the door again. As he arose from his chair the door swiftly opened up. Following the door opening came two bodies, one he was familiar with and one that he wanted to kill. In reality, he had it in his mind that they were both moments away from taken their last breathes on planet Earth. But wait, his wife is choosing to speak, she tells the husband she can explain. He thinks to himself a question with a grin on his face, how can this cunt explain why she was just caught with another sitting on her chest with her legs spread wide with his dick in her mouth? This should be good. Now he wonders why he opened the door in the first place.

While the husband stared through the couple he apologized for what was going to happen next as a consequence of the mistakes they have made. The husband produced his pistol, up until this point only destroying paper targets, his Desert Eagle was his favorite, he imagined the holes it would make in his new targets. He imagined the mess he would have to clean up after words. He imagined a quiet place in the desert where every creature there would devour every last bit of the evidence. The husband commanded that the couple kneel before him and beg him for his forgiveness. They both kneeled in silence of words but the crying was deafening even though it was but a whimper. At this point the husband announced his unfaithful wife that from this day forward she will only be referred to as a cunt. With that being said he put the pistol to the head of his wife. He sat there, remembering their wedding vows, thinking how it will be til death do us part. He pulled the trigger, click. He watched as she pissed herself knowing that the gun was not loaded. In one backhanded swing he struck the head of her lover. Her lover now is on his side, unconscious, bleeding, not moving or crying any longer.

Soon enough the base Security Police arrived. unsure what happened, the Security Police separated the husband from the situation and removed him from the house. The husband watched as the ambulance came to take care of the wounded lover. The husband knew his marriage was over the moment he saw the cunt fawning all over her lover, assuring him that her asshole husband was going to pay for what happened here tonight. Fuck it, the chips have fallen. The husband spent the next ninety days in the county jail under the charges of domestic abuse. He was also charged, by the Air Force, with assault and battery of an Officer. All charges were later dropped and removed from record by request of the Officer. How nice. Within a few months the husband and wife were no more, the only evidence the husband had of his failed marriage was the devout love from his young daughter. The husband was awarded full custody of his daughter as the courts believed the mother to be a bit unstable.

Moral of the story? Be careful how bad you “need” to open closed doors. Be prepared for whatever is behind the closed door. Finally, never kill anything in rage, not even a cheating cunt of a wife. Why ruin your own life because of someone else’s stupidity? If you haven’t guessed yet, this story is my own. At first the gun was loaded, I had every intent of putting them out of my misery, then I gently removed the clip and placed it in my pocket, these few moments assured me that I might go to jail that night but I will not go to prison for the rest of my life. The reason for me telling this story was because I have touched the subject off and on of my ex, I thought it was time everyone knew why she gets referred to as the cunt.

Beer Flavored Ice Cream

Being a bartender at heart doesn’t mean that I am a big drinker. For me, however, I like to use alcohol in different ways, like cooking. But, I still enjoy mixing, creating, and conjuring up new drinks in terms of being experimental, that will never change I am afraid. In the spirit of looking for new creations I was on-line looking to find out how to make the perfect beer ice cream float. You know, I was looking for what kind of beer yields the best results. Which for me is all new information since I do not drink beer, I only cook with it. So, this whole quest started out as an inquiry from friends of mine who thought just because I was a bartender that I automatically knew how to make a beer ice cream floats. I did find what I was looking for in the end. However, as y’all can see by the title of this post that this isn’t about beer ice cream floats, I will leave that for another day. Today, however, we will be discussing what I found that side-tracked me. I live in my own little world and was not aware that there was such a thing as beer flavored ice cream. This began to intrigue me since I dabble in making home made ice cream when the need arises, which is only about 3-4 times a year. I will share a web site called Yummly which has proven to be very useful in my quest to satisfy my new needs for something just different enough to make sense.
While I am on that topic, I would like to mention what doesn’t make sense in the form of the type of conflict of interests and concerns sales of a multitude of different brands which sell their beer flavored ice cream in the United States. Feel free to correct me if needed, but the information I have found about the sale of beer flavored ice cream in the United States is pretty limited to put it mildly. I know for me personally I have never seen a television commercial for beer flavored ice cream, nor have I ever seen any advertisements in magazines or newsprint, nor have I ever heard about it on the talk radio stations or the more mainstraem radio stations. I don’t lead a sheltered life by any means, but I also don’t follow the craft beer industry either. If you take the example I have used, Frozen Pints, I have found, according to their web site, that pretty much the only place to get ahold of their beer flavored ice cream is at select places in Atlanta Georgia. There is a whole slew of places that offer it to the general public, most of which are bars, pubs, liquer stores (package stores), and a few resturants. My search is real limited in the Houston Texas area, but then again I only made this discovery yesterday, so I will search it out because I want to try theirs versus the ones I attempt to make myself. I know, I have allot of spare time on my hands and all I can think to do with it is to find new ways to make my own life interesting. But don’t worry, because I am not, I am very sure that I will have people lining up to try my concoctions. 
I mentioned above that I found in certain areas there is quite an uproar about beer flavored ice cream being available to “underage” people. I will let y’all do some internet searches and see what you come up yourselves. Why bring it up then? It is simple, because I would like for y’all to form your own opinions based on your findings. From what I have seen, a person has to be of legal age per the state of residence to purchase it. The question that arrises in my mind is how do you stop a minor from getting anything it wants to get it’s hands on? We can’t. We can’t be with our children 24/7/365 and that is a proven fact. We end up have little control of their influences outside the realm of our own households. I can guarentee when I make my ice cream flavored beer that my 11 y/o son and my 17 y/o daughter will eventually get a taste, with or without my personal consent. Do I want them to seek it out on their own? Absolutely not. However, the “exploritory laws” present in my house are pretty lax. Meaning that I try to expose my children to things at home so when they are out and about in the world without us that there isn’t so much shock and awe. My children are not sheltered from much since we are open to discussions and questions of all sorts at home. I would rather talk to them about the things they have questions about so I might help them get the right answers instead of having to depend on friends gossip or even worse, the internet. Because we all know they can’t put anything on the internet that isn’t true……wink….wink.
So, I guess I will leave it all right there. If y’all are so inclined might I suggest y’all seek out beer flavored ice cream in you local areas. I know I have friends from the great state of Georgia who can hook me up….hint….hint. I am sure that I have overlooked allot of information and so forth, I assure y’all it wasn’t intentional. The links provided in this particular post belong to the respective owners and I only provided them as helpful examples. In no way am I being paid to post their links. I borrowed the picture from the website listed below it and I in no way claim ownership of it. Therefore, what I am trying to say is that I am borrowing the information, the links, and the picture for the sole purpose of illustration for this single post.