the past is haunting

i was laying in bed, it was quiet. then suddenly, there was a knock at the door. it was a silhouette I recognized. I wasn't sure if i wanted to open the door or not...I did. Once opened, the silhouette moved into my living room and we shared a cup of tea. the tea hadnt been brewed in nine years so it was a little foggy at first, but slowly it grew stronger and stronger. i know the tea is wonderful, but i dont recall exactly why i stopped drinking it so many years ago.

Indianapolis 500

Its that time of year when my entire life evolves around the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. This Sunday is the Indy 500, and we will be there once again. Since 1989, its a long standing tradition. I wont go into a lot of sappy details, if you read this ever...you know my feelings on this weekend and its important in my life.

The forecast looks terrific. For once.

Hope you have a great Memorial Day weekend...and we will talk soon.

EJ Wasson

My readership is growing by one...

We are having a child. Due date is Jan 02.

I cannot wait.

The lyrics every man I know can relate to their own lives. Someone fits this.

You're Beautiful
copyright 2005 James Blunt

My life is brilliant.

My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel. Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway. She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,'Cause I've got a plan.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.

I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,'Cause I'll never be with you.
Yeah, she caught my eye, As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,Fucking high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again, But we shared a moment that will last till the end.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.

I saw your face in a crowded place,And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,I will never be with you.

Indianapolis 500

The month of May is officially here. I went to opening day of the Indy 500 practice yesterday. It is such a surreal time for me. The sights and sounds of the old speedway bring a constant wave of memories for me. I have been to the race every year since 1989. It is a tradition I have shared with my father each year. I think about all the great races, exciting finishes, and freightning accidents we have seen. I think of the balloons released right before the command to "Start your engines". I think of registering for classes at Wright State using the phone system, called Raider Express in those days, and of stopping at the White Castle before we park. I remember our first year as if it was yesterday. I was amazed by all the people that were there. We walked all the way to the other side of the track and crawled up into the top row of the bleachers. We were able to stand for the entire race, behind us the infield was filled with people drinking, undressing, and cars being set on fire. It wasn't the greatest place to sit thinking about it now. At the time, it was all we knew. Our seats then were $18 bucks each. We have moved to many areas of the speedway and now we sit high above the front straight. The pits are across from us, and we have "arrived". Our seats now cost $150.00. I remember Roberto Guerrero coming around the 2nd turn on the warm up laps and spinning out because of the cold track. I remember Scott Sharp losing it in turn one on lap one after a brilliant drive to get the pole position. I remember Robbie Mcghee coming into the pits, brushing into another car, and sliding over his crew chief. That was the only time in all our time there, that we had to walk away for a few minutes. It happened directly in front of us. I remember his wife running out of the ambulance to check on him, and the safety workers picking her up and pushing her back into the car. The crew guys didnt wear helmets that year, they do now.

I remember seeing Alessandro Zampedri flip onto his top as he went into the final straight on the last lap. I remember Sarah Fisher and Lyn St. James running into each other heading into turn one. I remember Little Al and Emerson Fittipaldi bumping in turn three. We could tell as they fired past us and into the apex of turn three that only one car was going to come out.

I think thats the thing about Indy. Every year, I know something will happen that will be a part of me, a part of who I am for the rest of my life. I know it will be with my Dad, and that its our day. In three weeks when the ballons raise into the air, when the engines fire, and the 11 rows of three roll away from the grid, I know something will happen that will change my life. That would all sound so dramatic if it wasn't so true. As we draw closer to 20 Indy 500's, my memories are about to be refreshed. The rush is about to begin. I cannot wait to be there.

Most people will never understand my passion for the race, for the day, for the pagentry, for the event. But, most of those people have never been themselves.

Thank goodness, it's May.

The fastest month of the year...
EJ Wasson

Internet

You know, the internet can be such a beautiful thing. Virtually all of my business is done on it, most business have some presence there. IT is always easy to research anything you want...but it can also be the

saddest, scariest, darkest place on earth.

When you let someone say what they think, feel, believe, have sexual fantasies about...when you have no face, it is easier to be yourself. NO fear of getting caught, no fear of anyone kicking your child molesting ass, because you can post about it online..and no one knows who you are.

As a father of two, I tell you this...when they do catch you...you better fucking hope it is the police..and not the parents. You chicken shit, pedophile son of a bitches, your time is drawing near. The clock of justice is working and you're next on the hit list. You're next on the SHIT list.

ok, im tired and venting. jesus, you would have thought i was molested as a child huh?


Every day I see these sick fucks on the TV, or in the newspaper, it makes me want to puke.

I wish the things that pissed me off the most were within my control...but then again maybe thats why it does piss me off so badly, there is NOTHING WE CAN do about it.



EJ Wasson

after a wave of freelancing, a break is here

To be honest, it is a needed break. I was losing control of my ability to write upon demand. It was starting to feel a bit like high school again.

Ok, Mr. Wasson, you have a 500 word paper due on........by ..........

Been there, done that, hated it then...but then again, I didn't get paid for it then.

A few jobs are working, but they are good. Pays the expenses of my business, and thats a good thing.

A break from writing for other people also gives me a much needed break to write for myself, or to put it more politely...to write for you. Anachronism is in the works. It feels good to be back in the flow. It has changed so much from my first draft it is amazing, but all changes...at least in this case, have been good.

As for non-writing stuff. I had my son this weekend. We played golf and baseball for about 8 hours today. I am sore. But a great father and son day...i mean spectacular.

The Indy 500, which if you know me, is basically my life for 12 months of the year is quickly approaching. The rookies took to the track today, and will be back out tomorrow. I will be there as tradition states on tuesday with my brother-in-law. Three years in a row now, first day of practice. Weather looks nice..so it will be great. Then of course, I always go on raceday. Jesus...cannot wait.

Drive by shootings in cincy last night. About 1 mile from my house, heard the sirens...but not the shots. Teenagers too, man oh man. In the city, you cant just talk the talk, you have to walk it too. Its not just a mindset here, its fucking real life. If you dont wanna get killed, dont mess with anyone. You will be ok. Cincinnati Police issued a warning today that some of TI (the rapper who got shot at on the highway here last week) has sent some posse here to cincinnati to get revenge.

been spendin' most my life living in a gangstas paradise

EJ Wasson

Violence

I live in Cincinnati, Ohio. It is a beautiful city, with hills and trees and skyscrapers and art deco architecture. It is the home of two professional sports teams and the home of just over one million people in the metro area. It is also the home of violence, drugs, and a city council that won't do anything about it.

Almost every night there is a shooting in my city, the violence spills over to those who are innocent and thats the sad part. The rushing sound of sirens fill the night air around my neighborhood. The gang mentality of our citizens is worsening and no one pays any attention.

Our mayor who is newly elected has had a few quotes in the paper about some building projects that are going on along the riverfront, but he hasn't done much to address the issue. The police complain of a lack of help from the citizens in helping to stop these criminals and the violence continues.

TI, the biggest rapper in the land right now was just involved in an altercation with some of our Cincinnati residents. TI was trying to get out of town realizing that things were heading in a bad direction, but some of our own people followed his entourage and began shooting at them. In the end three were injured, and a 26 year old man was killed.

This has to stop. We have a great city, with some exciting things on the horizon, but as long as people are afraid of getting killed in some drive by, then when will we become a community.

I dont have the answers, thats not my job. I am getting sick of it though, if I knew the answers I would certainly tell someone.

I remember growing up and hearing people talk about how bad it is getting and thinking they were just old. Well sitting here at 32 years old with 2 kids, I am saying the same thing. Maybe they were right.

but, What now?

EJ Wasson

Servers changed

We are back up and completely operational at EJW Creations.

We apologize for the bizzare day. When I was able to check my email this morning, I had 11 messages waiting for me. Thats great news, but I hate I couldnt address them the same day they were sent. They have been replied to now.

We strive to knock the socks of our clients. We didnt do it yesterday.

Continual improvement....

EJ Wasson

ejwcreations@gmail.com

Can be used as an alternate email.

My corporate email system is still down, and I am getting pissed.

I pay for that damnit. Fix it right now. This has been going on all day, and for someone who runs their business online...it is unacceptable.

ARGH

EJ Wasson

Website down time

www.ejwcreations.com has been experiencing occassional outages today. Our hosting company is aware of the problem and a fix is on the way.

Associates with an ejwcreations.com email address are also being affected.

We apologize greatly for this inconvenience and are doing everything we can to get back in business as soon as possible.

If you have content needs, or need clarification on the status of your project with us, feel free to call my cell phone, or leave me a message at ifreelance.com

Again, our sincerest apologies.

Everyone at EJW Creations

the sweet smell of a recognizable perfume...

will take you back to that private moment you shared with her, it will make you smile, it will give you butterflies in your stomach. It will, for a moment, make you regret how your life is right now. It will make you want to call a private Investigator and pull some something about mary shit to find out if she is ok, to see if she is happy. I saw her eyes today, i smelled her today, she is nowhere close to me. I got what I deserved, i hope she has too.

Thoughts can be forgotten for a long time, then one whiff of that wonderful fucking smell and you are brought back to that exact minute with no time to even think about it.

BOOM, welcome to your past. Pick up the pieces and move on....you have no choice.

you made your bed..and someone is lying in it right now.

i wish it was me

i wish it was me

i wish it was me

i wish it was me

EJ Wasson 5.2.2006

MAY DAY

Immigrants are taking the day off to show the economic impact of the loss of their productivity.

If all immigrants took the day off, it would be like a National holiday.

Remember...we are ALL immigrants.

Proud Gremanic-American
EJ Wasson