I stand corrected

This is in reference to the last blog posted "Evil People.."

I am in need to change some of the story, as requested by my ex.

First, I divulge what she saw most important for me to change: She never dated Sonny. They are just acquaintances. Now... on to the rest of my "enlightenment" on the situation.

She did, however date Gavin. Gavin is a close relative to Sonny. Gavin was, and is again, a convict. Before they met, he paid his time for burglary. And, after Cassie's house was burgled by him and his relative Little John (sound familiar?), she pressed charges, and he was found guilty for the stealing of some 800 dollars from her home. Little John is still free because there was no way to prove he was in on the deal.

To take a step back... My son Dante was being watched by Gavin and Sonny... by themselves. And, on one occasion (I just now have been informed) they duct taped his hands and legs together "in play." Sonny has been taken to trial for some kind of crime, not for sure what, he was found guilty, and bailed out by his family. He never checked in with the bonds person, so his family is stuck with that now, and he still roams free. So, my son was being watched by an ex-convict and a fugitive of the law. Always happy to hear that. Cassie finds this perfectly acceptable, but leaving him alone with Jessica, who has no criminal record, has worked in a day care, and doesn't drink or smoke; is unacceptable. Allow me to move on.

Sonny is running from the law, and his "job" is "hustling." He has cut all his ties with his family, and has no real residence to speak of. So, Cassie being the super-nice person she is... allows him to stay in her apartment from time to time. She give him a place to sleep, shower, wash his clothes, etc. And on a few occasions, lends him her car. But do not fret, he always tells her when he's carrying knives, and he leaves his drugs outside - he's very respectful. She has not given him a house key though, that would be crazy on her part. She just trusts him to lock the doors when he leaves, and to not take anything from her, etc.

Now, onto the incident itself: Sonny had been staying at her apartment. She comes home from picking up Dante, and he's there, nothing out of the ordinary, right? Well, he left the front door unlocked, and her screen door was open. In the open door was Little John. She is unhappy about the door situation. Next, she notices her laptop is not in the apartment. So she asks Sonny where her laptop is - Dante goes upstairs to look for it like a good boy. She stops pacing and talking about the laptop and looks at Sonny. This is the moment where he punches her in the left eye, knocking her back about 2 feet. She collapses in the corner of her couches, screaming. He stands above her, wailing away as she screams. We assume he also kicks her due to the bruised ribs and upper thigh. All the while, he's saying he didn't take the laptop. All Cassie can do is feel her face swell up and the pool of blood form in front of her. For whatever reason, he stops. Dante is screaming and balling at the sight of his mom. Cassie reaches for the phone to dial 911. Sonny says, "you're not calling the cops are you?" Dumb question, I know, but considering the source, I'm surprised he can spit out multi-syllabic words.

Nothing else happens, Sonny and Little John take their leave. Come to find out, they go to the complex right behind hers and stay at their friend Erica's apartment. Coincidentally, that's where the laptop showed up at - slightly damaged.

From here, the usual takes place, police show up, ambulance shows up, ride to the hospital (Cassie chose the police car ride, since there's no charge like an ambulance would have) and Dante goes to my parent's house.

Additional info I find interesting:

Cassie would understand the situation if they were dating and she got on his last nerve.

Cassie says Sonny says he would only beat someone up (male or female) if he is "disrespected." This lead me to believe he has beaten more people up based on his highly educated ideology on respect.

Cassie was worried that she would bleed on her new 1200 dollar couch, and the price of the ambulance ride. Very materialistic? Too much value on the dollar - which is an abstract concept to begin with. Aristotle believed collecting money to collect money is the most unnatural thing a person can do.

She's working with a Bounty hunter (who lives 20 minutes away) to catch Sonny by "trapping" him at her apartment. Last time he was sighted, his phone was off. Police were not called though.

Cassie is soo concerned about Jessica to the point she doesn't want to even acknowledge she's real. But, I'm sure I will get hell over criticizing her choice in partners and who she associates with. So much so that she doesn't even want Jessica to be in the car when I pick up Dante for my weekends. She can't be in the car with me to get my son, but, my son can be left alone with an excon and a fugitive... both of which ended up doing horrible things to her and him. It's pretty messed up to steal a kid's GameCube!

So, my good blog readers, what am I to do?

Evil people are still people

Now, many of those who know me, know I may sometimes refer to my ex Cassie as an evil person, or some sort of incantation similar to such a description. Now, while we have had our differences in the past and present does not mean she is not a person. I believe than any living body should be treated with some kind of dignity, as they are conscious beings with things like feelings, emotions, etc. Also, humans have things like memories and psychological connections. You know, the things that can torment your life long after it's happened, even if you didn't think it was a big deal at first. Today, I found out that not everyone has this same ideology.

Before the proverbial "bomb" is dropped on the build up that just occurred, I must digress a bit into the earliest parts of the day:

I woke up at about 4:15am with a pounding headache. Normally I can sleep off headaches, but this one actually woke me up. So, I drudge over to the bathroom, look for the Advil there, then go to the kitchen to look for the Advil there - where I find it. I take 2, drudge back to the bedroom, and find a spot where my head hurts the least and try to fall back asleep. All with the idea of work quickly approaching - I must be there by 7am. I fall asleep about 45 minutes later. Alarm goes off at 6, headache still there, and now I feel very nauseous. Today, I call in sick.

Fast forward to about 11am. Jess wakes me up to inform me that my mum has sent us an email stating that Cassie, my ex, was in a fight last night, and had to be taken to the hospital. Also, that Dante witnessed the whole deal. Well, I am now awake. I call my mom, then decide I should go to Hutch to be with my son.

On the way to Hutch, we stop at Guitar Center, because the jerk that helped Jess the first time picked the wrong sticks - and I feel the need to hit some drums, as it is very good therapy. And we stop at Target to buy some clothes for Dante. I call Cassie to get his pant size and get a tad more story, and later my mom gives me even more of the story. I will get to the story in just a moment. Jess and I get to Hutch safe and sound, and pick Dante up from school. From there, nothing happens out of the ordinary. Now... onto the actual story.

At approximately 11:30pm one of Cassie's guy friends, she dated him for a bit from what I've been told, Sonny and Sonny's friend Little John (I couldn't make this up) show up at her place. Apparently, Little John attempted to break into her place just the other night, and Cassie was angry about that, since she's already been robbed once before. So, she opens the door to give him a good verbal thrashing, and starts yelling at him about trying to break into her place. So, he starts punching her in the face. Dante, my son, is in the living room where his mother is getting pummeled by a guy he knows. The fellow he came with just watches. The beating comes to an end (I don't know how or why). Cassie is taken to the hospital for medical treatment, and Dante goes to my parent's house. Understandably, he is upset and scared. He said, "I can't believe my mom is hurt so bad." He is 7 years old. Now, I am not a psychologist, but I do know that this will have an everlasting effect on him. Whether it is hidden as a trust issue later in life, or maybe a sudden burst of something later in his life, I do not know.

Cassie has a fractured eye socket, half of her face is severely swollen, her arm is badly bruised, and is bruised on her back, where she was kicked. This is all physical, and will heal. I worry most about the forever lasting psychological damage this has done to the 2 of them.

This situation leads me to the beginning. What part of that person allows him to do something like that? Now, I have never been in any kind of physical fight at all. So, I am completely flabbergasted by this situation. It's one thing to hit someone, but to do that much damage to someone in front of their child is absolutely ludicrous. I do not, for the life of me, understand how a person can do this to another person(s). I know that being yelled at by Cassie is unpleasant, believe me... I know, but never - ever was I inclined to harm her in any way. I don't care what the situation is, there is no reason for this to happen.

Being the father, I want to protect my son. This is a booboo I am afraid I don't know how to fix. How do you fix something that may not fully surface for years to come as a lack of trust, or a fear of Cassie's future potential boyfriends? The only thing I can do is be the best person and set an example for him, but I am only one person. If you read the news (or watch) you see horrible stories similar this happening all over. It's horrid to think of all the acts being witnessed by young children. What are we doing, as a society, to work on this? The war on terror should start at home. Psychological internal terrorism. I'm calling a new war on it. I guarantee Dante seeing his mom beaten will have a longer impression than when I saw the towers fall.

Who is writing this crap?!

Who am I? Where does one start when you have no idea who I am? The usual a/s/l? Does it even matter? Well, it might make my electronically transfer of thoughts and things more profound. Or it may very well make you pass up my dribble. I will go ahead and divulge who I am, mostly because the majority of people who read this will already know me. And it is fun to let people know what they already know.

I am Alan Hull, student, father, boyfriend, and all around brain. I have been a father since August 14th, 2001, and a Kansan since birth, February 20th, 1983. I am far more proud of the father thing. Although, fathering a child when you are a teen ager leads to some potentially bad things. 1 of which is the crazy-baby-momma syndrome. Most of that, I will leave for another blog. Another one of those things is child support. And lastly mentioned in this blog will be attorneys. My son is Dante Quidachay. He wants to be a race car driver when he's all grown up. I am guessing because I, his father, took him to the import drag races, and have shown him videos of myself racing my old Civic down the lanes. I was without contact of my son for about a 6 month or so period due to some apparent misunderstandings between his mom and myself. that being my girlfriend, Jessica, is real. Now things are back on track, and I get to see him every weekend.

Enough of being a parent, onto my next self-indulged dribble!

I'm a student of pretty much everything but useful stuff. I have been taking Japanese. There is a very small population of Japanese in Kansas, and an even smaller amount of those actually speak Japanese. I suppose I chalk that up to my inherent white-male disposition to liking Japanese things (stereotypically women, but I prefer the spicier Mexican lady I have now). I love Japanese culture. The eastern philosophy, pop culture, automotive culture, the cartoons, and the crazy-ass game shows. So, I took up the language.

I spent a semester as a music education major, also. I have a new found respect, and distaste for music majors now. You are expected to practice your instrument 3 hours a day, everyday. I, as a self sufficient person who pays child support and rent, could not find the time to do that. So, I was mediocre at that major.

I spent a semester as an elementary education major. I found that to be extremely easy. Well, isn't that good, you ask yourself. No. Not to me it is not. I have to pay back the government for all this education, so I need for it to be worth my money. If I am not getting collegiate level classes, I should not have to pay that kind of money. So, I am not going to continue that path either.

So now, I am stuck with 84 college credits (89 at the end of this semester) and no decided path to put them into. I am thinking of becoming a licensed substance abuse counselor. I already have enough credits for an Associates in Psychology, and it would only take a couple semesters to complete the rest of the program. Also, social work is a possibility. However, I also love technology, so I'm also thinking about programming. But, I fear that working at the computer would make me hate playing computer games. And I like playing those. Ideally, I would major in philosophy. Unfortunately, that leaves me with very little employment opportunities. So, I am a student with no plan.

Now then... why does this dude continue to refer to Kansas? Well, mostly because I feel so out of place here. Ever since I've been able to try to figure out who I am, I have not liked where I was. It started in my early teens, and ever since then, I've only felt comfortable in places I've visited. I hope you all look forward to a future blog about Nickerson Rural High School. It's coming soon, I can feel it. Even though I have an utter distain for this place, I still live here. Mostly because I cannot afford to go anywhere else and keep in contact with my son. I would love to live in a place like my cousins Missy and David. Between mountains and an ocean, inside a culturally diverse community with very good public transportation. Also, the food is rather nice in the DC area. So maybe, you'll be reading a blog about me moving to Washington state or Oregon, or someplace less expensive on the East Coast, or even in Boulder, CO or something. Only time will tell, and it's getting late.

Enjoy my thoughts, and have a wonderful day/evening/morning!

Being broke leads to being broke-r

I am a poor college student. Don't get me wrong, I work... a lot, but between buying things like food, fuel, and housing, there isn't much left. So things that don't directly effect my well being and living may be put aside. Things like insurance. Automotive insurance, health insurance, renters insurance... the works.  The first of that list has put me in a bad place... twice now.

I have not been in an accident, I have not been pulled over for speeding, and I have not disobeyed the laws - hardly at all. I have, however, had a burnt out headlight. I was pulled over for it, and had no insurance. Now comes the ticket with court date. I go to court, get fined (391 dollars), finger printed, and released back into the wild.

Jump forward a few months. I am driving home through Yoder (blink and you miss it - horse carriages and all) and I am pulled over by the Sherif patrol. I was not speeding, had no burnt out lights, and was not under the influence of anything besides the clean laundry in the back seats. They ran my plates, saw I was the registered owner, and then pulled me over. I have no proof of insurance. Also, I found out my license has been suspended. So, I am arrested. I go to the jail (20 minute ride in cuffs in the back seat of a car listening to country music) get "checked in" and by that time, my parents had arrived with the bonds-lady to get me out. I now have a new ticket and court date.

I now know that in the state of Kansas, they do not have to tell you your license has been suspended. Apparently you find out when you are pulled over and taken to jail. So, if any of you fellow Kansans are reading this... you're welcome.

So, I am driven home by my wonderful girlfriend, Jessica. We make it back home safe, but rather late. It's 3am and I have a messed up neck from playing with my son during the weekend. So, I email work, telling them my situation, and that I will not make it to work.

I wake up, a little later than usual, and work has sent me an email asking me to contact them. I call them up, only to find out missing 2 days of work in my first 8 weeks is a terminable offense. Great.

In 48 hours, I have managed to get arrested, lose my license, and my job.

Welcome to my first blog.