honea byrne

   Don't know what it is? Don't know what its was?     Therefore, it had               to be                God. ...and so he got his princess. Took her home. To start things right they were sure to go to an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. A lot of people welcomed us. We were hand and hand walking through the door, of 24th Avenue. After we got past all the pervs, this guy with his lovely woman introduced their selves.  I've seen them many times before. Was skeptical.  We learned about the  "Couples In Recovery Workshop" before the regular 5:15 AA meeting started. Hour and a half later, Serene, the guy's lovely lady was sharing, "What if Lois would have given up on Bill? He'd show up to her after work drunk. She had to put him in the hospital for his drinking many times. He cheated on her. She even had a guy at her work tempting her to leave him..." As she continued to talk about Lois, wife of Bill W. (Bill W. is co-founder o

...I've done this trip so many times. 180 miles. Am I letting resentments run my life? I suppose I could turn around. In a way I did. Everyone has that story about that thing, event, or person who ruined them-the anger replacing the fear of not living a life worth living. This is the Haunted Highway and I'm going to the bottom to remember what being on top really is. -to remind myself of what being on top really is. Didn't intend on going this long. Yet the sign reads no UTurns-finish what you started. Join this beautiful thang called life. And uh have i done my best? Have I intended to do something-told myself I'll do it tomorrow? Was that slothful tomorrow was months, years ago? This is the Haunted Highway and I'm going to the bottom to remember what being on top really is. -to remind myself of what being on top really is. When I come back it'll be 360 miles. Will I have created a new

"I love you. I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you," while my memories of the passed couple days go through my mind. It's a funny feeling when you take your lover to a five star restaurant and the waiter and her are trading looks and saying 'Hello,' like they know each other. "I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you," damn she feels good. I grab her hair. Her sweat drips onto my lips. It's just my perception skewed by jealousy and insecurity. It's not real! "I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU.I LOVE YOU.I LOVE YOU.I LOVE YOU.I LOVE YOU.I LOVE YOU.I LOVE YOU.I LOVE YOU.I LOVE YOU.I LOVE YOU.I LOVE YOU.I LOVE YOU." Why is she saying

Dear Honea, That's probably not even your real name. What's up with your name? Is it like honey? You keep on going on and on about a woman who did you wrong.  What about the men who treat us harshly? I've done some research on you. I see you also call yourself Holmes. I saw a few of your videos. You are delusional. Your videos suck. I bought one of your e-books on kindle. You are a terrible writer. Some advice for you. Quit whining. You'll never get in a relationship with a woman because they see you as weak. Sincerely, Carmelita

  "You can take care of our precious Carmelita. I can't believe that she tried to..." "It was a four wheel drive wreck." Carmelita's mother interrupted her grand mother.  On their way to an AA meeting he finally gets the gumption to ask her what happened. He was overcome with curiosity from the breakfast. What was your grandmother about to say when she was interrupted by your mother? Her demeaner totally changed. Her eyes got watery. Then my phone rang. She let out a huge sigh. I answered and he said, “Hey boy.” “Hello,” my tone was aggravated. How dare he interrupted my happiness. “You’re with her uh?” “Yep.” “How’s it going?” “Great.” He knew I wasn’t. “Oh yea?” “I’M FINE!” “Fuct up insecure neurotic and emotional.” Link to Aerosmith song “We’re on our way to a meeting. Talk to you later,” I hang up the phone. “I just missed you so much,” with that she held my hand tightly. It felt so good to hear that. She continu

After getting his final paycheck and being called by his woman, he decides to go get her. When he arrives he learns quickly this is not what he thought it would be. Into the woods, to the top of a hill, that’s like a mountain to us in Mississippi, I made it to the house. It was five in the morning. Was pretty large. Two stories; three if you count a sub level built into the hill. How could I ever measure up to all of this? It took about ten minutes for me to figure out that this was her grandmother’s house, on her father’s side. All the family photos, and the picture above the fireplace read ‘Momma’s Boy’ that had rows of her father with his mother. She was holding him at birth, as a kid, at graduations from schools. It took me all night to drive here. At the Alabama state line my car broke down. That had to be the Loh’Rd asking me, “Do you really want to do this?” Thirty minutes later it started again. Carmelita hugged me tight and kissed me. On the drive here she calle

He had not heard from her in weeks. He almost had her ridden from his mind-that’s what he told himself. She called needing him, he had his last check in the mail from getting fired. “This has got to be a sign from God.” Is he delusional? “I’m going to go get her,” I said trying to sound like I was giving a command. Yet, he knew I was asking for his approval. “Oh yea?” “I got enough money for us to make a new start.” “Oh yea?” To be honest, I was looking for his advice. I knew this wasn’t a good idea. “Well,” he pauses. He’s playing a head game. The pause is enough for me to remember what he told me in the beginning, “ “First it’s going to be great. You are going to go on dates. She’ll say anything you want to hear. Bate you in. She’ll tell you that no man has ever made her feel this way. There’s that uncertainty involved. You don’t know whether the other one wants you are not. You’ll treat her too good, because in your mind, you’re making up for how bad you treated t

The majority of the posts from this passed year has been from 100 Love Letters Ill Never Send. It has been is good for me. I hope it has been good for you. Much of it I layered with Spirituality, It has been an emotional toll writing this. Reliving things. Don't get the wrong idea!  I am bonding with you. Talking with you. Hey you remember that time don't you? When you felt rejected. When you did that crazy thing to be accepted. That thing you regretted . Oh the things they said about it. Even worse the whispers or the looks they gave you.  ...now I got that all in my face. Thought it be kewl. And it was to see everyone from my old school days. Yet it made me realize I'm different now more than ever.  “…and uh, hey _________ I bought this for you. It was fifty dollars,” she said with glee holding that vile containing some kind of yellowish brown red thick fluid. She’s passed her prime wearing that black dress. Nice rack though. And surely I’m passed mine. At the spee

“ You’ve gone from sixty thousand a year to sixty dollars a day. When you get out of this phase you really going to wish you would have gone on a few job interviews."   THE JOB INTERVIEW: “So you worked for Morningside Investors for fifteen years. That’s quite impressive." He talked on and on and I was sure to tell him what I did, and where I went. I fabricated the truth. I heard from some where that your past employer who fired you can’t give you a bad recommendation. It’s against the law. I was dressed in a custom-made suit.  I was prompted to take a couple days from Waste World via Labor Needs to go on this job interview after listening to a coworker, "I work three jobs just to get away from my nagging wife," he explained and we all laughed. I saw something in his eyes that told me otherwise. He was just there because he had gotten himself in some big financial pit he couldn't climb out of. That’s what it took for me to follow what my sponsor to

Terrorists wearing Donald Trump Mask. We worry about sleeper terrorist. What about the sleeper crazy? Like the guy who walks into a pancake house and shoots up the place when the waitress looks at him wrong. Or the guy who gets through security at the White House and opens fire yelling, “Jesus is the way!” Or the woman who goes insane after playing video games and hacks up her whole family. Or the endless cases of school shooters. The crazies are out there, not in here in Whitmore (Psychiatric Hospital). “I MUST WARN YOU CREATIVITY HAS TWO PATHS. ONE IS RIGHTEOUS! THE OTHER IS WICKEDNESS! There will be times that you will know the path you are on. Wickedness can be so much fun; like playing with fire. Through the path of wickedness you will find righteousness. You will find this righteousness is lucid. THE CHOICE IS YOURS. FEW SEEM TO TAKE THIS PATH. Wickedness will have you believing you are God. WHAT YOU WRITE WILL MANIFEST IN YOUR REALITY…” Prologue “You did this

#Halloween Buried underneath a small school, in the Mississippi Delta, are angered spirits, of a Native American tribe, These angered spirits continue to manipulate and haunt the living. They will continue to do so till they're given a proper burial. Only a chosen few in a state psyche ward, Whitmore, can help these spirits. There is one person who gathers these patients together. The last person he chooses to be part of these patients, in Whitmore, is a high school principal, Dr. Paul Handy. The following is how he trapped the high school principal. "Stay positive. Stay positive. Stay positive. Stay positive. Stay positive. Stay positive.” Dr. Paul Handy says louder and louder to himself while he listens to one of his own self-help cd’s. In the Waffle House parking lot Paul waits patiently in his car. He looks at his phone every few seconds. He took about a half of a week away from his principal job. He researched Dr. Brewer, Brewer’s school district, and New Yo