Happy New Year!!! Check out my new Book – Alessandra Sands: Burning Bridges (Free on Kindle)

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ALESSANDRA SANDSBURNING BRIDGES 

Burning Bridges is about Alessandra Sands, who is not living up to her own potential as she waste her life away in a physician-assisted suicide company called Bridges. In the not too distant future, suicide is not outlawed but accepted. There are even convince store like businesses that you can walk into, fill up paper work and they take care of you like you a dental procedure. You’re in and you never come out. They’re called Bridges because they help you onto your next destination in the afterlife. Unfortunately, Alessandra figures out the Bridges are trying to take over the world, which Bridge authorities find out about it and now are trying to kill her. Alessandra must make a choice, which side of the bridge she wants to stand on, the good or bad side. They’re called Bridges because they help you onto your next destination in the afterlife. Unfortunately, Alessandra figures out the Bridges are trying to take over the world, which Bridge authorities find out about it and now are trying to kill her. Alessandra must make a choice, which side of the bridge she wants to stand on, the good or bad side

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They’re just like us by Ryan Fu (The Hated Ones)

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“Come to the Grove now!” My partner calls me on my phone during my drunken coma on a lazy Sunday afternoon.

“What? You know it’s a Sunday and the MTV Movie Awards are going on right now? Who is at the Grove?” as I wipe the drool from my mouth.

“Just get over here now,” London demanding me to head to the very popular shopping center in Hollywood.

I try to gather myself as the room was spinning but I manage to sit up noticing I still was wearing the same the clothes from the night before which was a good thing because I didn’t feel like changing my shit. I splash my face with water giving myself an old fashion cologne shower. I jump in my car heading to the Grove hoping it was true because I just didn’t want to get up for a bullshit ass tip.

Once I get there my head was still pounding as I pop two Advils in my mouth trying to stay focus on the job but it was hard because this place sucked. I get call from my partner asking me to immediately to come inside the Grove to find him. It was your typical busy Sunday afternoon at the Grove with loud and annoying kids running around a packed outdoor mall without any supervision from their parents. I managed to snake my way to through the crowded mall finding London who was already on the job. He tells me to get ready and take the other angle, as I ask him who’s here?

“Katie Holmes with Suri.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

That’s why he was freaking out so much. This was a big shot for us aka “the money shot” because she lives in New York and rarely comes to L.A. Also we were amazingly exclusive on it, which never happens because there are usually hordes of paparazzi on her as they chase her and Tom Cruise from their Scientology building in Hollywood. I try to blend in with the crowd as we wait in front a popular clothing store, then I spot one of the bodyguards that was with her. He looked like a bodyguard, big as a door with a stoic face and an earpiece. He probably has extensive military experience, which he just protects celebrities on the side for extra money but the reality of it he misses being in the shit because he’s an adrenaline junkie, who just spotted me and my partner out like a lion in the savanna. He was trying to figure out if we were a threat or not as I slowly pull out my camera showing him that we were just two scumbag opportunists waiting to get a shot of Mrs. Holmes.

He walks back inside of the store but five minutes later he comes out with his back up, which looked exactly like him but bigger. Both of them were staring at us now when the main guy gives us a sign telling us to give distance for her, which we both acknowledge him by giving him a thumbs up, then he gives the thumbs up back to us. We knew it right there and then that it was on. She comes of the clothing store with her adorable daughter in tow as we pop out of the crowd to take pictures her.

We start to unload on her as you can hear our digital cameras echoing in the Grove like machine guns as Katie continues on her shopping spree. At first, she notices us but quickly pretends we weren’t even there trying to have some quality mother and daughter time together by sharing the bond of shopping. They make their way through the Grove as one guard leads the way as the another guard watches their back, but both always vigilante on where we were the whole time. 

I stop for a moment to take the whole scene in taking a glance at my partner, London looking like a giddy kid in a candy store acting like he won the lottery, never once putting down the camera making sure he captured every single moment of this event that was happening because he knew the public loved this shit. This is the reason why people buy magazines and are so invested in celebrities daily lives, it’s because we want to see you acting normal. They want us to believe that they’re just like us but of course they will never be like normal people because they want to be in the spotlight. Which is now happening at the Grove as people were stopping whatever they were going to take pictures on their phones on the cute interaction between Katie and her daughter. The cuteness was about to go on overload with the next act between this mother and daughter duo.

Katie decides to stop at a bakery because little Suri was begging for something to eat. Both security stood guard in front of the bakery making sure nobody entered while Katie was in there as we where outside waiting to shoot some more of her. A small group of tourists try to take a peek on who was inside in the bakery, but the guards were not letting anyone in, which was good for us because we didn’t want any these assholes get better pictures than us because this was big money for us.

Then the cuteness meter went on overload as Suri storms out of the bakery with a chocolate croissant heading to a little picnic park at the Grove. The security tries to keep up with the little tyke as she leaves her mother behind but we were right in front capturing every adorable moment as Suri begins to eat the chocolate croissant causing a mess having chocolate all over her face and hands while her mother shows us how to be a good mom wiping off the filth off her kid’s face like any regular mom would.

We continue on to take photographs of them as they try to act like regular people. Just a loving mother trying to bond with her adorable daughter, doing what mothers and daughters like to do, which is shop. Even though I was still weary from the night before still confused on where exactly I was because my head was still pounding, I knew that this was not an act I was witnessing from these two. It was just a mother and daughter, who loved each other trying to be normal people, just like you and I, minus the hangover as I find a trashcan to throw up as London quickly uploads the photos telling me that I wasn’t done yet because there were more celebrities here at the Grove as we finally let go of Katie and Suri as they finally leave the shopping center. At the moment, I really wished I were one of those normal tourists walking around Grove as I throw up again into the trashcan, then I gather myself again picking up my camera as spot another celebrity chasing after them as do what I do best.

RYAN FU

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Legends by Ryan Fu (The Hated Ones)

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Legends

As a kid,

I’ve always wanted to capture

a dragon

but I wondered what

would I’ve done

if I actually caught one?

So day in

&

day out

I eat

&

take shit

with a smile on my face

just for the chance to write

my own story.

Because isn’t that the only reason

why we do anything?

Why we abuse

&

torture ourselves,

until we are halfway to our graves. 

We want to be remembered.

We want our words

&

actions

to live on past the afterlife

making us immortal.

We are tired of not being the narrative

because we want to stand out.

We want to become heroes

in our own story. 

So, I remain steadfast

with my pen

&

my balls

waiting for the opportunity,

still chasing that dragon.

Photo Credit: Andy Fair Hurst

RYAN FU

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Poetry Mondays – Meta Me by Ryan Fu

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When did the online

version of me

become better than

the real me.

There’s something wrong

with the world 

when people want to hang out 

via Skype.

Where we spend half our lives

looking at nugget porn

&

grumpy cats

watching untalented people

making a fool of themselves

to extend their 15 mins of whoring.

Don’t I have enough pixels,

aren’t I better than HD quality? 

Didn’t I receive enough 

likes on my page?

How many followers do you need

to be consider someone to like? 

Fuck your LEFT

&

RIGHT swipe

The Oracle was right 

we’re all trapped 

in cyber purgatory 

permanently signed on

for whole world to judge

as our footsteps gets traced,

documented

&

collected

without us even knowing

or

consenting to it.

Building a case

that the real you

    sucks

    &

      the virtual you 

is much better

because they can

     control you.

Sooner

or

later 

the real me

will disappear 

into Matrix

leaving behind 

my digital footprint

&

my Google searches

for Carrot Top.

RYAN FU

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The Crazy Train by Ryan Fu (The Hated Ones)

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It’s a little past midnight when I was about to call it a night but then I get a call for Britney. Supposedly, she came down from the mountain heading to the valley. I thought it was another wack ass fake tip but I decided just to check out to make sure. For last couple of months Mrs. Spears has been all over town doing insane things but for the last couple of weeks she’s been in hiding. Maybe she wanted to make us believe she had calmed down but it was not the case this night. I take a drive on Mulholland Drive up to The Summit and noticed the night crew was not there, parking my car on the side of road making a couple of calls to figure where she was then Arturo shows up in his brand new Jaguar, which is not so new after a couple of Britney follows as the transmission is already gone to shit, the brakes probably needed to be changed weeks ago and the smell from all the fast food wrappers from all the stake outs has a worse smell then an actual garbage truck.

But it didn’t matter to him because he could afford another expensive car because during the Britney days, the money for the shots were so ridiculous that you would do anything to get those photos. From large SUVs to exotic European automobiles, the cars from all those Britney chases looked like car extras from the Fast and the Furious. He tells he she’s already on the other side of the valley and the guys are on it, so I jump in his shit with my gear heading to the hunt. He tells me she’s been out for the last twenty minutes and we need to catch up to the pack. He drives like a bat out of hell, swerving down to the valley as he gets a location of where she was in the valley. Apparently, she was with her manager, driving like a maniac trying to get away from us, which is never a good for us or other drivers on the road.

We are minutes away from catching up to the pack when Arturo gets a tip that a bunch of paps have been caught by the cops for speeding, but they didn’t stop Britney. So, he slows down a bit making sure we don’t get caught up, as minutes later we see a gang of cops pulling over a bunch of paps on Sepulveda Blvd with their backs against a chain link fence being questioned by the cops. We quietly pass them as Arturo finally spots the infamous white Mercedes as continue the hunt. We try to drive normal hoping to not raise any suspicion to Mrs. Spears. Although, she was still driving erratic as we try to figure out her next move.

We’re still in the valley as Arturo spots a notorious Britney hangout, the grocery store. He drives past her making it look like we were just normal stoned dudes, who needed to go to the grocery store because we had the munchies. Arturo pulls into the Ralph’s parking lot as we can see the Britney followed right behind us trying to find a parking spot. We do a couple of loops until Mrs. Spears found a spot getting out of the car with her manager heading to the grocery store. We decide not to shoot her going in as we wait until she finally walked into the store. We park the car feeling a bit astonished that we were the only one there following her. But it was short-lived as paps start to arrive at grocery store like bloodhounds finding her scent. All of us wait at the exit like a couple of hungry wolves waiting for our meal. We see her in line with her manager with a basket full of groceries looking like she was about to prepare a Thanksgiving meal for a small army. We saw our opportunity and took it, storming the Ralphs blasting Mrs. Spears while she was checking out.

Amazingly, as we were flashing the shit out of her none of the patrons or the store employees thought it was odd. They just acted like it was totally normal that two people were getting photographed at a grocery store like it was a runaway show. She finally checks out proceeding to get out the store as we continue to shoot her as she smiled and giggled for us like a school girl right after school. When we reach the parking lot there were actually fans of hers waiting and trying to get autographs from her. I push them to side trying to get more shots but they weren’t going to be denied as they wanted to meet the Princess of Pop. She graciously obliges them by posing with them. I finally had enough of shooting her feeling like a stuffed lion. I just looked at the controlled chaos that was surrounding her as she tired to act like a normal woman trying to get groceries past one o’clock in the morning. She finally gets back into her car with her manager as we run back to Arturo’s car to continue the hunt.

We all start following her again but not as crazy like before because we already got our shots which were great, so good that it could have probably fixed the transmission on Arturo’s brand new Jaguar. While in the car he tells me she was probably going home, which he was right again as she pulled into her compound. We pull on the side of road down Mulholland Drive to check out our photos and video. Once again, I was about to call it a night when Arturo tells me she’s probably going to come out again. I tell him to stop fucking with me but then in the corner of my eye I see the infamous white Mercedes passing us heading down Mulholland Drive. I know who I was dealing with but I was totally shocked and amazed that she came out again. I mean where the fuck is she going to past two in the morning. As we follow her again in the dead of night wondering where she would take us now. 

This time she took us into Hollywood going towards Robertson Blvd, which is called Paparazzi Alley because it’s where the Ivy and a lot of trendy shopping stores that many celebrities like to shop. Naturally, all the stores were closed including the gas station as I thought for fucks sake where was this girl going? Then after a couple of laps up and down Paparazzi Alley I see the store manager of Kitson opening up his shop for Britney. She parks right in front of store as we all get out of cars shooting her once again pretending like we didn’t just shoot her thirty minutes ago. She and manager get the run of the store all by themselves as we shoot her looking and trying out clothes. The word has spread that she came out again as the freaks with cameras were coming out of the shadows. As our small gangbang became larger and larger as the store manager tells us that this was totally normal for her.

I thought about what he said as I looked at all the freaks at the window taking photos of Britney trying to be normal girl shopping for clothes at a time where normal people usually slept. Did I also mention this was not the weekend, it was the middle of the week when this shit is all going down. I thought what at any point of this whole night resembled any kind of normalcy. These are not actions of a normal grown human being even with the all media attention she was getting, this was outrageous by any standards of a public or private figure. But as savages we don’t think about that because our job is to report the news no matter how insane or how disturbing it is. So, we keep on shoot as she grabs bags of clothes to her car, proceeding to another a store which is kindly opened up just for her to shop in. 

We continue the process of following her then shooting her inside of the store. In the middle of it I start to breakdown, I couldn’t shoot anymore or I did not want to shoot her unless she did something different. I waited as the rest of the animals continued on with the media assault of her as she pretends to be a normal girl shopping on Paparazzi Alley trying to not get any attention from media keeping a low profile. Naturally, she was failing at it and maybe we all were because we were part of the problem. But it was not that kind of night trying to fix the world’s problems. It was just a normal night with a normal girl doing normal things followed by grown men with cameras. It’s past three in the morning when she finally stops her shopping spree heading back to her car. We do the dance again one last time running back to our cars following her in the dark. Arturo tells me once again she probably is going back home, which I prayed to the gods she did because I was getting really tired and I was starting to lose what little mind I had left. Luckily, she went back home again as we pull into the side of the road next toMulholland Drive.  Before, Arturo says anything I grab all my things getting out of the car, as he tells me as I walk to my car she’s probably going out again but I didn’t care. I’ve had enough of her and the freaks. I just wanted to go home and sleep, which I didn’t care if I even uploaded the photos because I was so tired. 

As I make my way to my car I could hear the sounds of cars starting up, as I hear walkie talkies chirping that she was coming out again but I’ve made up my mind about going home. I’ve had enough with the craziness and the freaks as I see the infamous white Mercedes again drive past me along with the money train going down Mulholland Drive into the unknown during the twilight hours. I say a quite pray in the dark for the hunted because there is usually no mercy from the hunters, as I put an end on this fucked up night but it wasn’t going to be the last crazy night with her unless she actually decides to act normal, which could mean the end of these insane nights. 

Secretly, I didn’t want it to end because I know it’s fucked up but it’s a great ride to be on, which you can only ride it once in your lifetime. In the end, we regret all things we should have done because we were too scared. I just hope I don’t have those regrets as I enjoy this crazy ass ride called life or something like it.

RYAN FU

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Poetry Mondays – Great Expectations by Ryan Fu (The Hated Ones)

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I am going to let you down.

Not because I want to,

it’s because I have to.

I have to be better,

faster,

smarter,

than anyone else because

you want to see me fail. 

I know you want to look down on me

with your arms raised high to the Gods,

hovering over me

like you won life’s race

but you didn’t.

This is a marathon,

a dog fight,

where I embrace the Grind

putting my head down,

biting my on mouthpiece.

A world filled

with high school counselors,

misjudging me,

telling me my future,

but you’re not a fortune teller

because I control my destiny.

I am ready to write my own story.

I am ready to fail.

I am ready to disappoint you.

I am ready to be great.

I am ready to die.

Are you?

RYAN FU

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Poetry Mondays – Legends by Ryan Fu (The Hated Ones)

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Legends

As a kid,

I’ve always wanted to capture

a dragon

but I wondered what

would I’ve done

if I actually caught one?

So day in

&

day out

I eat

&

take shit

with a smile on my face

just for the chance to write

my own story.

Because isn’t that the only reason

why we do anything?

Why we abuse

&

torture ourselves,

until we are halfway to our graves.

 

We want to be remembered.

 

We want our words

&

actions

to live on past the afterlife

making us immortal.

We are tired of not being the narrative

because we want to stand out.

We want to become heroes

in our own story. 

So, I remain steadfast

with my pen

&

my balls

waiting for the opportunity,

still chasing that dragon.

Photo Credit: Andy Fair Hurst

RYAN FU

Unknown

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Poetry Mondays – A Rat’s Courage by Ryan Fu (The Hated Ones)

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The thing about the truth 

it needs someone

to tell it

&

someone

to hear it.

Somewhere in middle

it stays in limbo

between 

the believable

&

the unbelievable.

IT

has the potential 

to save,

to inform,

to protect,

but more then anything else

the POWER to cause PAIN.

I heard once 

to tell the truth

even if it lead to your death,

but what about if it lead 

to other people’s death? 

Courage does not 

come from telling

the truth,

it comes from

dealing with

its consequences. 

How many eggs 

are you willing 

to break 

to make an omelet?

Many men have 

risen to glory,

building empires

with armies behind them

with unlimited resources

all because they knew 

the POWER of SILENCE.

But eventually

the blood 

&  

guts 

become too much

for some people

making brand new

hall monitors,

whistleblowers

just plain ol’ RATS. 

A tip to all GRAVEDIGGERS: 

In the end,

the truth will come out

no matter how deep 

you bury it

in bullshit. 

There’s always going 

be a person with

a slingshot

taking on Giants

trying to seek

fairness 

in an unfair world.

So,

here is a toast

to all the rats 

of the world: 

May you have

the courage

&

the commitment 

to continually

to keep going back

to life’s mouse trap

consistently seeking 

the Real Truth.

Even though IT

might lead to your death

because snitches get stitches

but they always forget

about the ditches.

RYAN FU

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Poetry Mondays – Meta Me by Ryan Fu

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When did the online

version of me

become better than

the real me.

There’s something wrong

with the world 

when people want to hang out 

via Skype.

Where we spend half our lives

looking at nugget porn

&

grumpy cats

watching untalented people

making a fool of themselves

to extend their 15 mins of whoring.

Don’t I have enough pixels,

aren’t I better than HD quality? 

Didn’t I receive enough 

likes on my page?

How many followers do you need

to be consider someone to like? 

Fuck your LEFT

&

RIGHT swipe

The Oracle was right 

we’re all trapped 

in cyber purgatory 

permanently signed on

for whole world to judge

as our footsteps gets traced,

documented

&

collected

without us even knowing

or

consenting to it.

Building a case

that the real you

    sucks

    &

      the virtual you 

is much better

because they can

     control you.

Sooner

or

later 

the real me

will disappear 

into Matrix

leaving behind 

my digital footprint

&

my Google searches

for Carrot Top.

RYAN FU

Unknown

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Exclusive BLW Interview w/ The Walking Dead star, Chad Coleman tells us no secrets about the new season

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