Cary Grant's father was his mother who started drinking when he was a boy. When Cary was old enough to wear clothes his mother dressed him a lot. She would consider external factors because she liked the weather. Cary was shy around torpedoes & grenades. He didn't like to be ******* over all the time. When he wanted to marry with a woman, as he often wanted to do, he would choose one who wasn't repulsive to look at by men. Hollywood in the 1940's welcomed Cary with happiness. Never had he known before his death such sweet joy. When he finally died millions of people died later. Much has been written before Cary Grant in every nation. Let us always unite together forever.
   First Chapter on Cary Grant & The Milk Incident ~ Cary Grant drank milk when he woke up to start the beginning of the new day. His favorite milk was delivered by Menzie Dairy. They kept it cold & ready just like Cary Grant liked it. One Tuesday the milk was not there because of a big labor strike. Cary was furious, enough to contact a dairy farmer from the phone book. The farm was co-ed and all the girls there were too. Needless to say, Cary's milk arrived properly ready & cold.
   Second Chapter on  Cary Grant and His First Love went to many parties to enjoy themselves with people. One time Maureen Donaldson was pregnant because she was going to have a baby. Cary Grant was inconciliably & inconsolably furious & infuriated.
   Third Chapter on Cary Grant and His Daughter's Knee Surgery ~  Cary Grant's daughter hated knee surgery so much, her knee surgery was terrible and everybody knew it. Her knee hurt from pain after the doctor finished. Cary was very furious a whole lot.
   Fourth Chapter, Cary Grant Hitchhikes to the Bahamas ~ In his first year as a movie star Cary Grant liked to hitchhike to the Bahamas 3 times to relax with his tan.
   Fifth Chapter on Cary Grant and Alfred Hitchcock's Birthday ~ Hitch enjoyed fancy cooking from the United Kingdom every meal. Once Hitch fell off the toilet and hurt everything. The film with Cary Grant would have to wait. Cary Grant was not furious.
   Sixth Chapter on Cary Grant when he sprained his ankle in his house because he slipped in the garage ~ Cary Grant had lots of money to have his ankle healed by a doctor and he did. When his check bounced Cary Grant was cautiously furious.
   Seventh Chapter about Cary Grant's time when he lived in a mansion with Randy Scott ~ Women spent nights with Scott & Grant a lot. When Maureen Donaldson found out, Cary Grant became crazily furious.
   Eighth Chapter about Cary Grant living the life of a ******* at his mansion ~ If  Cary Grant had taken Hitch's advice the first time he wouldn't have to be divorced probably at all. Alfred Hitchcock took Cary Grant by the hand and told him not to do it again any-more. If only Hitch were more willing to listen often. Cary Grant's limy *** burned with fury.
   Ninth Chapter about Cary Grant's unforgettable birthday party surprise gift for his daughter ~ Cary Grant's daughter Jennifer gave her father a beautiful statue of the Statue of Liberty from New York. It cost a lot. Cary Grant worshiped Jennifer and treated her as good as he could every day whenever he saw her in person.
   The Tenth Chapter deals with Cary Grant's irregular heart beat medical condition that his doctors treated him for whenever they saw him in person ~ Cary Grant was aware of everything he knew about and it made him insanely furious.
   The Eleventh Chapter of Cary Grant's major safety issue was Jennifer who knew it 'cause of what Cary Grant told her about kidnapping & burglar bars in Los Angeles for rich folks who are wealthy.
   The Twelfth Chapter of Cary Grant's charmed life focuses on C.G.'s handsome good looks ~ C.G. had a sweet demeanor that en-tailed kind considerableness for everyone beneath him who was everyone in the world. C.G.'s real name was not Cary Grant and he was furious about it a lot. He really was.

Just a man. That’s all he was and would be to me. My mother seemed to see something in him, enough to introduce him to me and my younger sister, but that does not change anything that’s happened. It does not heal the pain I still feel from the three years of watching my parents fall apart. I was unsure who to blame until now. It had to be my mom. The hope that my parents would soon get back together was suddenly gone. It felt official: a broken family is all that I would ever have. There would be no place to call my home, just houses. I feel so misunderstood, as if I’m walking around, screaming for help and understanding, but no one hears my cry. I can tell I’m growing into a pessimist. After the divorce and passing of several close family members what was there to look forward to in my life? More heartache?  Standing outside of the rental house I hated, I shook his hand, faked a smile, and rushed to my car. I wanted no part in this. Good luck, man.
The next few encounters with the man are much like the first. I don’t say much. I watch nerves gravitate as he tries his hardest to get to know me. It is almost as if he can sense my hard exterior. I appreciate the effort. He keeps coming around.  My sister seems to like him, but of course she does; she is the happy-go-lucky one. They are always laughing as they talk. I listen in to some of their conversations. He’s pretty funny. I observe the man and my mom as they cook yet another dinner together. The way he looks at her; it’s so innocent. The way she looks at him; it’s so captivating.  A smile takes over my face before I can think to stop myself. The more I see of them together the more smiles I am unable to resist. In these moments I knew this man, Cary, would be important to us. The very reason for my hardening will be the same for my surrender: family.
I’m laughing, I’m crying, I’m expressing myself with different emotions besides anger! I can talk to him about anything; I have even talked to him about my parents’ divorce. He listens attentively, he always listens attentively. He tells me the story of the time he got caught skipping school because he ended up in the hospital. My mom and dad have been all over my case about my attendance. It’s comforting to know that he was also the rebellious child in his family. He always helps me to know that I am not the only one; I trust Cary. I dare even say that I consider him a best friend. We have had so many fun times together. I think of watching The Office, Saturday Night Live, and YouTube videos we quote CONSTANTLY. I think of turning doughnuts in my high school parking lot when school was cancelled because of snow... Oh! Then there’s the time we had a competition to see who could steal the coolest thing from a restaurant. I think he beat me. I would never admit that to him though! When I open the kitchen cabinet, that **** IHOP coffee mug still smirks at me, gloating, reminding me of my defeat. I think back to the first day we met; we certainly have come quite the distance. My insecurities are replaced with confidence. He has helped me find myself and develop my character into someone who is proud to be different. I like who I am.
May 16th 2011: he calls to wish me good luck, and to tell me how proud he was of me for making it as far as I had. I calm my nerves, get dressed and adjust my cheerleading bow. Today was my day. Today was the day I was going to make The University of Alabama’s first all-girl cheerleading squad. I leave the gym as one of the lucky few who has made it to the final round. The countdown begins as I wait for the list to be posted. This is it. I slowly walk towards the door. Girls pass me crying because their world was shattered. Girls pass me screaming in excitement because their dream came true. I take a deep breath and look at the paper. Makenzie Hill, Makenzie Hill, Makenzie Hill… MAKENZIE HILL! That’s me! My dream came true! I run to the car and my mom is ecstatic. We are jumping and crying tears of joy. I celebrate with my cousin and my Godmother as my mom goes to make phone calls. She returns, tears still flowing, but the joy has left her eyes. What’s wrong? My world was shattered. May 16th 2011: the day I lost my stepfather and best friend.
I place my bow in his cold hand. My voice won’t hold steady “I did it, Cary. I made it.” My mind and heart race each other as overwhelming emotions and questions fill me. I begin wondering how we will ever manage to pull ourselves together again as a family. I remember Cary. He taught me that it is okay to trust things you are unsure of. He taught me the importance of family and time together. He taught me faith. I must stay strong for him. The man I once wanted no part of is forever a part of me. He is my angel.

11:33pm @Boston_Police:
#occupyboston The BPD respects
your right to protest peacefully.
We ask for your ongoing cooperation.

@Occupy_Boston: 11:51
The BPD asks reporters to leave
the inside of the camp
they don't want them to record
and report on what they're about to do.

1:31
Cops give Occupy Boston
five minutes to vacate.
Nobody is leaving.

1:41 @OccupyBOS_Media:
The police are beating the Veterans for Peace

1:44 @Occupy_Boston:
Cops arresting everyone.
We are being beaten.
KEEP TAKING PHOTOS.

I walk there as my legs will cary me...

The Aftermath:
All quiet on the western curb
Over 100 arrested and spread amongst
more than five separate jails—none close by.
Camp two is gone and camp one intact. for now;
The ecstatic crowd, arms linked, chants
"Who do you protect? Who do you serve?""

Hyperbole all around.
Injustice or public safety?
...It hardly even matters.

The people are on the streets again
The military is overseas but
this time, the war is at home:

Men and women in blue,
likely just doing their jobs,
fighting people without them.
I fear the 99% fights itself

Rumors flit about. Crackdowns abound
Dallas, Atlanta, St.Louis, Seattle, &
San Francisco: from sea to writhing sea
The chickens have come home to roost and
The pigs are bringing home the bacon

The professionals were cleared out,
but the media wasn't. The talk is on
line by line, it is lively, ever-streaming:
blogs and tweets; statuses, state by state.

Rumors created. Rumors dispelled
Proof offered. Faith destroyed.
Anger engendered. Assumptions reinforced:
The people are connected
but the disconnect remains

Between rich and poor, yes, but maybe worse than that:
this movement is only as United as these states
The basic principles the same, the practice not so much
Peaceful, yet violent; Pro-capitalist, anti-corporate
"a laughable gang of disorganized, confused Nazis.  
an ill-disciplined, highly-trained, ****-smoking,
fascist organization."

First the Tea Party and now this,
Demonstrating the strength & flaws of Democracy
even as they protest the flaws of Republic
Still, they are not so different

They sit in parks by day and sleep at night
in dorms, apartments, houses, tents. Uncomfortable
Wrapped too tightly in sheets of red, white, and green.
Trying, desperately, to wake up from the American Dream

                                        ~D.B. Guy
                                         10.11.11

im tired of supporting this economy with my wealth and greed
i've barely had a chance to consume this world
i've barely had a chance to breathe
yet im stuck under this rock
somehow i've become so sedated
numb to real life
numb to the very touch
raging with fire spewing out of every hole in my body
i pick up with slack for everyone
get nothing, get nothing
get not a god ****** thing in return
my thoughts are mice; quiet, nimble, and unwanted
i take care of this store like a child, wellfed and nurtured
but its a ton to cary when no one aknoledges what they do
take care of the front, take care of the back
take care of the front, take care of the back
i dont want to be here and of course im picking up the slack
i dont want to be here and of course im picking up the slack, no questions asked
too young in mind
too old in spirit
im living off of pure fumes of instinct now