The Sailboat & The Lighthouse by Ryan Fu (Happy Father’s Day)



Just give it up bro.

Fighting off 

your second heart attack 

making the doctors 



jumpstart you 

like you were an old Mercedes

with a fading car battery. 

I wanted you to stop, 

end your suffering 


move on 

to your next adventure. 

But it wasn’t in you to quit. 

It wasn’t in your nature 

to give up. 

Growing up I‘ve never seen you 

take a days off 

always being a steady workhorse. 

You were a fighter all the way 

to the end. 

You fought in hundreds of battles

fighting off your demons. 

But we couldn’t see you 

suffer anymore. 

We had to throw in the towel. 

You wouldn’t go down

for your own good

because you wanted to die 

on your shield. 

You were a warrior,

a teacher,

a leader,

a husband.

You were my father.

But you look foreign to me

laying in your death-bed

looking weak 


a shell of your former 

strong lively self.

You just lay there waiting 

for the boatman to ferry you across 

to the next world

staring past your family 

at the foot of your bed 

looking at that whack ass art print

in your room of a tiny sailboat 

heading towards a lighthouse.

The meaning was simple 

but I wonder if it was meant to be there

making your transition easier. 

In any case, 

this was your last voyage,

saying our goodbyes.

We will all miss you.

O Captain! My Captain!

Take to the rough seas 

one last time


head towards the light

onto your next adventure.




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Unicorn Frappuccino – Will you try it?


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Probably the worst tasting Starbucks drink ever to be created. Literally tastes like a unicorn went to chipotle and shit in a cup.

Unicorn Frappucino:

An instant star of social media platforms, it’s literally on all of them check. Starbucks released this limited time drink in all stores this week. Being completely different than all other drink releases the description on the drink is absolutely terrible.

The Starbucks description reads:

“The flavor-changing, color-changing, totally-not-made-up Unicorn Frappuccino. Magical flavors start off sweet and fruity transforming to pleasantly sour. Swirl it to reveal a color-changing spectacle of purple and pink. It’s finished with whipped cream sprinkled pink and blue fairy powders.”

How it should be described:

This drink misses its mark on all levels. The sweetness completely overpowers the flavors of the drink. Its sourness is a blue raspberry that takes away from the mango syrup. The consistency doesn’t help the uniqueness in flavor. It has a…

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Women Crush Wednesday (Throwback) – Lindsay Lohan “Smoke Break” by Ryan Fu

It was another hectic car chase with Lindsay today following her from her mandatory community service at the Red Cross. I always thought chasing someone on the streets was already crazy but successful following someone on the freeway took skills and balls. Especially when Lindsay was behind the wheel pretending it was the Indy 500 trying to get away from us. She wanted to stay out of the public eye because of the recent bad press about her rock star lifestyle. Of course, the media blew it out proportion calling her a troubled lost young adult, not resembling her younger former self. In any case, she didn’t give up all day long which seemed like she wasn’t going to give it up without a fight. 

We were determined to get a shot of her because everyone wanted to know what she was up to and everyone loves a fall from grace story. We carefully navigate our cars in and out of traffic, amazingly not causing any traffic accidents. She thankfully gets off the freeway heading towards Hollywood. We all prepare ourselves for her landing, telling my partner in the other car to get ready. She drives into a residential neighborhood, finally stopping at her assistant’s house. 

We quickly park our rides right in the middle of street blocking incoming traffic. We try to shoot her as soon as she gets out of her car but she puts her jacket over her head running towards the house as we try to get any kind of angle of her face but failing miserably. We then make the cardinal sin by getting on her property but I noticed what we were going and I stopped myself but unfortunately it didn’t stop the others from trying to take pictures of her. Looking at other paps not give a fuck about her private space as they walk all over the assistants Rose garden, shooting her right on her doorstep as she walks in to get away from the savages. 

Most of the paps decide to leave because they all felt like she wasn’t going out anymore because we acted like such animals towards her on the way in. My partner and I were the only ones to stay behind because we didn’t great shots of her going in. We quietly stayed inside of our cars hoping that she would step out again trying to get something for all our hard work today. An hour passes by as I start becoming claustrophobic inside of my own car.

I had to step outside, lighting up a fag. My partner had the same brilliant idea joining me outside as we smoked right in front of Lindsay’s house. As we were trying to relax we hear a faint call in the distance. It was Lindsay asking for a match.

We turn around looking at Lindsay walk towards us as we both don’t react to what was happening. She casually walks up towards us asking for a light again as my partner finally gives her a lighter. There was a bit of awkward silence for a couple of minutes as you would imagine as we both look at Lilo both of us thinking, why the hell we are not shooting the shit out her. She breaks the uncomfortable silence by talking about the weather as we respond with one word answers still in shock to what was going on. We were in the Twilight Show where she was a normal person and we weren’t scumbag paparazzis trying to get a photo.

We were just normal people sharing a metaphorical fire together using the bond of lung cancer. Looking at her carefully smoking her cigarette, she didn’t look like a troubled or lost person. She looked like any another young woman trying to get her shit together but with the add pressure of media. If we were in her shoes we wouldn’t probably handle it as well as she did. She finished her last puff saying it was great talking to us even though we only said a couple of words. It was nice to see we could be normal people if only for a couple of minutes. 

She walked back into her house as we walk back into our cars thinking about how amazing that interaction was between us and Lindsay. A couple of minutes later she came out with her assistant as we start shooting her again, walking towards her car pretending that we didn’t have an incredible bond we made just minutes ago.

But this is what it is, a symbiotic relationship between the hunted and the hunters, but always knowing we were all the same.

Just a bunch of people trying to make sense of this crazy ass world we are living in which all of us trying are best and hopefully we can stop cutting each other down, but let’s face it.

Haters are going to hate. It’s easy to say shit while you’re looking up from the bottom. I say “fuck em,” give them a reason to hate and just do you. Remember not everyone liked Jesus, but it didn’t stop him from being legendary.




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Poetry Mondays – Cat’s Tongue by Ryan Fu



I stand across from you

in our tiny studio apartment

letting the silence fill up the space

as I wonder what happened to us.

We used to be inseparable,

but now we’re ghost, haunting each other

waiting on faith like Jack and Rose

onboard the Titanic.

I wonder if one our cats could talk,

what they would say?

They probably would say what we were

too scared to say.

That this is over.

There’s no going back.

You can’t put a Band Aid

in a gaping hole. 

So, I stand across from you

in our tiny studio apartment.

Between us an ocean of unhappiness

waiting for a life raft.




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Cat’s Tongue by Ryan Fu



I stand across from you

in our tiny studio apartment

letting the silence fill up the space

as I wonder what happened to us.

We used to be inseparable,

but now we’re ghost, haunting each other

waiting on faith like Jack and Rose

onboard the Titanic.

I wonder if one our cats could talk,

what they would say?

They probably would say what we were

too scared to say.

That this is over.

There’s no going back.

You can’t put a Band Aid

in a gaping hole. 

So, I stand across from you

in our tiny studio apartment.

Between us an ocean of unhappiness

waiting for a life raft.




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The King & I by Ryan Fu (RIP Michael Jackson)


Be Like Water


Driving around in L.A. I haven’t got anything good for the last couple of weeks wondering if I lost my touch. Then a call comes in and I know it’s a tip for a celebrity but this one was different. It was a tip for the Michael Jackson. I loose my shit and put the metal to the pedal, running through red lights definitely breaking a couple of traffic laws. I had to drive like a maniac because this wasn’t a regular celebrity I was about to shoot. This was King of Pop.

The media hasn’t seen him since his last court tribulations, so I wondered how this is going to turn out. I never thought I would shoot an icon like Michael but you get to do and meet interesting people when you do this profession. And yes, it is a profession. Even though a lot people would say…

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Frosted Balls by Ryan Fu (The Hated Ones)

Be Like Water


It was over 100 degrees again today in Los Angeles, where the mere the thought of going outside caused you to sweat. It was so hot that it was inhumane to even work outside. So, Chuck and I decided to chill out at a friends pad to get out of the heat. 

“I love these low-calorie health bars,” Chuck says to me while unwrapping another energy bar.

“How many of those have you had?” Playing Call of Duty with my headset on. “BigDick90 I need you to secure the package, also watch out for snipers.”

“I’ve had like four, I’m going to lose weight in no time,” finishing another one.

“BigDaddy, I need you to throw a grenade in the building to clear out our path. BigDick watch our back while we go in.”

“I’m going to look great in my neon thong,” as Charles check outs his figure in…

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Unicorn by Ryan Fu (RIP Prince)


I was totally over it.

Standing in front of Kitson with the rest of the assholes waiting for Kim with her sisters to come out of the store so we could shoot them for the thousandth time this week. I was starting to hate the job, shooting basically the same people over and over again, feeling a bit burnt from the job. I needed to change it up or do something else because starting to lose my taste for the job. Kim along with her sisters come out of the store to the waiting flashes of photogs as we shoot her once again. I was starting to lose my mind, I needed a frappuccino to calm my nerves down. 

After the gangbang I decided to go to Starbucks at the Farmer’s Market near the Grove. I park my whip walking inside the market feeling a bit depressed about my current position in life. That’s when it happened, the event that sparked my interest once again for the job.

I spotted the myth, the legend, the artists that was formerly called Prince at the fruit section of the Farmer’s Market.

I know what you’re thinking no fucking way, but there he was looking at cantaloupes in his matching white bell bottom pants with a silk shirt and a Liberace ruffled jacket looking, so fresh and clean that dust didn’t want to touch him. His hair was also on point looking luxurious as always as he seemingly looked like he woke up like that because I couldn’t imagine Prince having bed head when he gets up in the morning. I don’t even think he needs sleep like the rest of us because he wasn’t human. He was something more, he was too special to be from this Earth.

But he was trying so hard to look normal that it looked strange as fuck. I’m guessing he was tired of being treated like an alien from a different planet. Like all super famous people they occasionally wanted to be treated like normal people even though they were very far from it with their extra ordinary talents. They wanted to do normal things without the prying eyes of the media chronicling and filming their every move.

But here we were the Prince and I, on very different sides of the entertainment field. My hand on my “Soul Catcher” about to capture this magical moment between us but I couldn’t pull the trigger, not because I couldn’t but because I didn’t want to. 

As he finally notices me about to shoot him as he stands perfectly still like beautiful unicorn in the magical forest waiting for me to do something, which was nothing.

I remember someone once said, “beautiful things don’t ask for attention.” 

We stand there not as cat and mouse but as equals. I didn’t want to capture this moment between Prince and I because wanted to be in the moment not wanting to share it with anyone. We stay in those precious moments for a couple more seconds then he disappears into the mundane leaving me baffled but amazed at the same time wondering what the fuck just happened. That was the first and last time I saw Prince but the desire for this job was back.

A part of me wanted to travel back time, not to tell myself to shoot it but to experience it again all over and maybe have the courage to act normal. To not stare at him like he was a freak but as a normal dude, doing normal ass things. Regardless of what I wanted to happen, I was still happy that it did happen because I needed to experience something different.

I needed to remember how to act like a normal human being again. As once again I had the fire in my belly to be a paparazzi again but more over I wanted to be inspired as I continue on this magical adventure called life trying to find another unicorn.

Prince Kicks Kim Kardashian Off Stage

Not long after that, a friend took me to see Prince at the famous Forum in Los Angeles, when he had a residency there for a couple of weeks. I knew that he was a talented musician but I wasn’t a true fan of his not until I witnessed what I saw that night. From beginning to end, Prince blew my mind along with everyone else in the building. This man played every instrument imaginable and never missed a beat as the huge crowd stood up longer than I’ve ever seen in a concert giving him a standing ovation, which was well-deserved because we were not seeing a concert, we were witnessing history. RIP Prince, you will be missed.




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Heartless – Alessandra Sands: Burning Bridges by Ryan Fu


As I leave the office, I see a lot of the Horsemen in the records and accounting room shredding plies of paperwork, tearing up record data systems. They were taking their axes and destroying whatever they could, which I thought was very suspicious but when I tried to take a closer look, one of the Horsemen shuts the door on me as I get a phone call from Wendella.

“Hey, slut. What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving the office.”

“Come to the bar nerd, the Black Widows and I are having a drink.”

“I’m not sure. I gotta check up on George. I had another fight the last time I spoke to him.”

“Fuck that. Dust off that vagina, you’re going to get laid tonight, bitch!”

I hang up the phone thinking about another fight with George on why I got home so late, so I decided fuck it. What’s the worse that could happen? I’ll hang out for a minute with Wendy, then I’ll head home I thought to myself. When I get to the bar, I already see Wendella sandwiched between two men who were definitely half her age. There’s no doubt why the bar was called the Easy Street because all the office sluts where trying to cheat on their husbands or boyfriends. The bar was walking distance from the newly constructed Mega Bridge, so every office employee including Horsemen went to the bar. I personally despised the bar because I hated seeing people from work, it’s like if I didn’t like seeing you at work, why would I like seeing you outside of work? But it was not the only reason why I hated the bar. The bar had special club themes like disco night, Asian night, midget night, which I thought was kinda funny but I’ve always hated those dumb club themes. Which tonight was not that different as it was Hawaiian night at the bar.

“Alex! We’re over here bitch!” Wendella screams at me across the bar wearing a hideous straw skirt and coconut bra. She was already wasted after drinking a bunch of fruity drinks with umbrella straws in them.

“Hey, Wendy. How is it going girls?” I take a look at the girls, who all work in the office, which they are affectionately called the Black Widows because they are all soccer moms with families but they sentence people to their deaths as Clearing Agents. It’s quite funny because they are all unassuming not looking like the part of cold calculating killers, but each one of them were as they drink their cosmopolitan and fruity blended drinks with bright umbrellas. They looked like a weird fucked all ladies punk band without the coolness.

You had Sarah aka The Lady of Rage in accounting that had a bit of office rage. She used to go anger management courses just for fun because she was in denial that she had anger issues. I once saw her stab someone with a letter opener because someone used her stapler. Tina from human resources was called a people person but she wore the worst wigs, which she had the record for firing the most people in a week but Julia from legal with her Nazi business work attire is known for firing people on the spot if they look at her weird with that bushy unibrow she had in between her eyes. Then we have the mother hen to the chickenheads, Wendella.

Nevermind the atrocious clown makeup she wore every single day in the office as she literally tries to sleep with everyone in the office or the amount of drugs she takes everyday to make it through the day. Her office table was a full pharmacy filled with legal and illegal drugs. I could take the visually disturbing makeup and the abusive drug use from Wendella but I couldn’t take her annoying ass laugh. It sounded like a screaming banshee hollering in the wind every time she laughed, which almost sounded like fingernails on a chalkboard. I cringed every time I heard her laugh, which you could her laugh clear across a room filled with people talking. Her laugh makes you want to “Clear” yourself.

“It was a pretty crazy scene this morning,” I tell the girls.

“I know right? Those vile ingrates should be thankful that Miss Hart didn’t kill all of them. Hart should have disinfected the whole bunch of deserving bastards,” Wendella voices her opinion drinking from her pineapple drink.

“Hail Hart!” The Black Widows shout together putting their fists in the air.

“Last time I checked, you could still hold peaceful protest outside.”

“Honey, you need to wake up and smell the chloroform. We run this country now. We make the rules,” Wendella screams to me laughing at the same time as I begin to cringe regretting why I even came out tonight.

“Hail Hart!” The Black Widows shout together toasting their fruity drinks in the middle of the table.

“Did you ever hear the rumors that she killed her family for going against the Bridge? I wish she killed my own husband that lazy bastard needs to a job or at least fuck me once in a while.” Sarah tells us using her umbrella straw to stab into her pineapple drink.

“I hear she never goes to sleep,” says Tina trying to adjust her orange fiery wig putting a yellow flower on top of her huge melon head.

“She’s such a badass. I just wish I knew where she gets all her great office dress suits. They all scream that I’m head bitch charge but I’m also a lady but it doesn’t mean that you can walk all over me because I’m a badass bitch,” says Julia touching her unibrow.

“Hail Hart!” Shout the Black Widows again with their fist in the air along with the fruity drinks.

“Speaking of rules we should make you drink every time you speak about work. Seriously, you need some D in your P. If you’re lucky you’ll get some STDs.”

“I am good.”

“I’m just talking about the ABCs. Female God knows you need to get laid.”

“I’m fine Wendella.”

“Jesus, I’m just joking. Quit being so serious Alex. Life is much more than work and numbers. It’s about having a good time with friends and not caring about what happens next because you can’t control what happens next. It’s about living in the moment being free of care. That’s how I live my life and I’m having a blast,” Wendella tells me, which I actually agree with her for the first time in a long time. “Also, you are not good. Where’s your boyfriend at tonight?”

“He should be home I think. I mean I haven’t seen him today or yesterday. Lately, he’s been going out more and more not coming home. I know it doesn’t sound good and it might look like we’re have troubles but everyone goes through them right?”

“Fuck that! Forget about that loser, drink up and let’s dance the night away!”

“Hail Wendella!” The Black Widows shout in unison grabbing their drinks storming onto the dance floor.

Wendella forces me to have a good time by drinking shot after shot as the Black Widows and I rush to the dance floor trying to forget our own problems.

Amidst my drunken haze Wendella steps on my toes as we are all cramped on the tiny dance floor, which I notice a familiar figure in the packed dance floor crowd. It was the same ginger headed guy from the suicide scene and from the protest earlier this morning. We make eye contact as he makes his way through the crowd heading towards my way.

“How’s it going?” The strange man asks me as I pretend that I don’t hear him because it was too loud in the club. I did see his small belly poking out of his ridiculous Hawaiian shirt he wore, which did not match with his red hair or his weird ass mustache. He looked like he was sponsored by Hawaiian Punch or the Kool Aid guy. He was a clown of a man, which I think he had a sandwich stuffed in his shirt pocket.

‘I can’t hear ya.”

“I said how would you like to kill the Counselor?”


“You heard me that time.”

“Are you stalking me? Also, is that a real mustache because it doesn’t match with your hair color?”

“The lion always knows when it’s being hunted. Also, it is a fake mustache because I wanted to look cool tonight. I wanted to impress you.”

“First off, I have no idea what you are talking about with the lions and secondly, that mustache is not impressing anyone. You look like a clown.

“Well, after many years of being the prey eventually the hunted becomes the hunter. It’s evolution. Also, I get a lot action with this look. I walk up to ladies stopping them saying I mustache you a question, if it hurt falling from heaven?”

“That is quite possibly the worst pickup line I’ve ever heard.” I tell the stranger, who smelled like barbecue.

I grow tired of his nonsense and the bar scene as I get off the dance floor making my way out of the bar to get some fresh air. As I leave the bar, I could see the top of the Mega Bridge monstrosity poking out of the clouds. As the newly constructed Mega Bridge sign is more luminous than the full moon itself. 

“There are no more truths out here than inside,” the stranger tells me as he follows me outside of the bar eating the sandwich that was in his shirt pocket.

“Jesus, stop following me.”

“I would but we need you for the war,” the stranger casually tells me barely chewing his sandwich, swallowing every bite in a very annoying manner.

“What war? Also, has anyone ever told you that you are quite annoying?”

“The physical, mental and spiritual war to come. And yes, my mother told me all the time that I was annoying but it just means I am persistent on what I want to accomplish.” 

“You’re crazy.”

“My name is Ace.”

“Of course it is. Are you part of a fraternity? Is this a big prank on me? Also, why is it that guys have no clue on how to treat a lady these days?”

“Maybe because we were all raised by bitches. Also, this is not a prank. There is a war coming and you’re going to be a part of it, whether you like or not. You are the key to ending all this suffering.”

“Okay. Thanks for the weird conversation,” as I walk away from him.

“I know why you’re unhappy. Why you can’t sleep at nights? Why you feel trapped? You were meant for more. You were meant to be a leader. You were meant to lead us.”

“Who is we and lead you to where? Can’t you be a normal creep and ask me for my phone number and I just give you a fake number, so we could just avoid all this crazy talk?”

“Lead the Saviors to the promised land. To end your suffering and everyone else’s suffering. Alessandra, the Defender of Men. That’s what your name means right?” Ace tells me this leaning in trying to kiss me.

“Eww. That is not the time to try to kiss someone, especially when you have mustard all over your fake mustache. Who are you? How do you know my name?”

“I’ve been following you for a while Alex. We know you work inside the Bridge and you are close to Counselor Hart. We can stop her and put the end to Bridges.”


“You of all people know all the horrible things they have been doing for years. All the lives and businesses they’ve destroyed thru the years.”

As I carry on the conversation with Ace on the other side of the city, Anubis with the Horsemen, clear low-income homes and businesses of the surrounding newly constructed Mega Bridge building. Under Counselor Hart’s command they are ordered to go to each property making the owners sign deeds of their property over to the Counselor to make room for new businesses for Mega Bridge building. Through numbers and intimidation with the help of their large military force, Horsemen kick in doors forcing poor income families to sign over their homes and businesses that they’ve owned and lived in all their lives. 

“You don’t have the right to do this to us,” as a home owner tries to plead with a Horseman trying to get any kind of empathy, “We have rights too,” as the Horseman kicks in the man’s door as Helicopters fill the night sky while troops show their strength on the ground. 

“Sir, open the door,” shouts a Horseman at a priest inside a church, which happens to be a property that is smack dab in the middle the pathway of the new entrance of the new Mega Bridge building. The church is a key part of the new Bridge foundation as they will steam roll all over the houses and businesses to make a new pathway that will lead them to the Bridge building along with the newly constructed businesses that are part of Counselor Hart’s plan. 

“You can’t do this people. We have rights.”

“We can go whatever we want. We make the rules now,” the Horsemen forcefully tells at the priest.

“This is a church and an orphanage for children for God’s sake!” The priest tries to plead with the Horsemen but they do not care because just like their leader, they are all heartless.

Counselor Hart knows the importance of the church’s location for the new community is a key aspect of rebuilding the foundations of the new Mega Bridge building, in which she manages to leave her fortress of solitude to oversea the whole entire operation. Certainly one of Hart’s virtues is not patience because she is used to having everything served to her on a silver platter in a timely manner. The fact she was sitting in the military truck looking at priest wasting her valuable time by begging the Horsemen to stop, which you could feel her annoyance turning into anger.

“What’s with the hold up?” Asks the Counselor as she writes in her notebook.

“Ma’am, there’s a priest telling us there are children in the building, we want to demolish,” says the Horseman.

As Horsemen pound and bang on the door, “You don’t have the right to do this. I’m calling the authorities,” shouts the priest.

“You don’t have to they’re already here,” says Hart. She got tired of waiting in the truck as she takes matters in her own hands getting out of the truck to deal with the priest. “They are across the street, pastor Troy.”

Pastor Troy takes a peek through the church’s stained glass windows being in total shock in what he was seeing. It was the entire police force standing outside of the church behind the Counselor with the Horsemen. All of them staring at the church, who all of them are clearly behind the leadership of Counselor Hart.

“It’s over priest. God had its chance, his reign is over! Meet the new bitch in charge. I will give the people something to aspire to be and have them worship me like a God. We are the new religion, we are the new the Gods that people will worship.”

“There’s only one God you vile creature! You will not enter this house of God!”

“You have 10 minutes to take your flock of sheep out of my property or you’ll be burned to the ground along with it.”

“There are kids in here you devil woman! Plus, it doesn’t matter, we came from the Earth and we’ll return in ashes to her.”

Counselor Hart’s expression doesn’t change after hearing there were kids inside the church. Her mission was clear with her laser focus, which she was willing to do whatever horrible deeds to accomplish them.

“You are right about one thing, you will definitely be turned into ash if you don’t get your religious ass out of my church. You have 5 minutes or we’ll Huff and Puff your kingdom down to the ground!”

“You’ll never be the true God and people will never worship you!”

The police along with the Horsemen begin to surround the church with torches waiting for the sign from Hart as they all start to chant in unison raising their torches towards the Bridge light beam.

“We are the light in the darkness. We give hope to the hopeless as we help you on this treacherous voyage called life, guiding you home.”

“Let’s help this shepherd along with his lost flock find their way back home,” as the Counselor turns to Anubis giving the sign to the Horsemen to unleash hell upon the church.

Meanwhile, Ace is still trying to convince me while I should join the Saviors crusade as he walks me home. 

“Don’t you want to do more with your life? Be something more,” Ace pleads with me getting closer to my flat.

“I think I’m doing great things with the Counselor and for the Bridges if you must know. I am doing something great for the community and humanity.” I tell Ace, which kinda reminded me of a conversation I had with George in a fight we recently had in out apartment.

“Ah, the Heartless One. I wouldn’t trust that cold-blooded bitch with your life or anyone else’s life because she’s only looking out for numero uno.”

“And I’m guessing you’re the latter. You’re looking out for humanity trying to save the whole damn world.”

“Of course I am. I’m for the greater good. I know your parents had great expectations for you.”

I stop in front of my apartment, shocked and confused of what he just said, turning around asking, “How do you know my parents,” but Ace was gone vanishing into the night. As a voice shouts in the darkness,

“We have great expectations for you, Alessandra, the defender of men. The Phoenix will rise once again and Rome will burn into ashes.” I try to find him in the darkness as I could see a huge fireball in the horizon. Large black smoke clouds filled the night sky. Maybe he was right? Maybe Rome was going to burn.

I step into my apartment not noticing the Horsemen outside, who have been tracking and watching my every move ever since I left the Bridge building but I guess was distracted by my weird conversation with Ace. I mean he seemed totally insane but he was also seemed like he knew what he was talking about, which I wondered if he really knew my parents. I had to clear my head because now I would have to deal with George and his bullshit on why I arrived home so late. I enter the apartment noticing once again George is not there again. It’s been a couple of days now, which I know he goes on benders sometimes but he always comes back. I was starting to feel worried about him.

Before I try to make a couple of phone calls of George’s whereabouts, Horsemen break into my apartment, grabbing and putting me on the floor. They quickly put hand ties and restraint me in my own living room.

“What is the meaning of this? I am a Clearing Agent,” as I struggle in my restraints. “Counselor Hart will hear about this insubordination and have your heads!”

“I don’t think so Mizz Sands.” I look up as I see one of the Horsemen with a funny smile and his strange accent. He was a tall and menacing figure but it was offsetted with his goofy golden buckteeth. “I don’t think she believes in traitors,” as the Horseman bashes me unconscious.

Alessandra Sands: Burning Bridges 

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Valentine’s Day!!! – Hate or Love it, here are the Facts!



 Valentines’s Day

Hate it or Love it (Here are the facts)

Written by: Ryan Fu @fu_beatz

I know for me and many other dudes, February 14th is not the happiest day of the year. I’ve been in several relationships where I had to plan out and think about the perfect gift for her. Usually, I waitied until the day of to find that not so special gift, like your typical red flowers, a box of chocolates in a heart shaped box and your standard “Dick in a Box” gift. (My own dick if your wondering)  I have to admit it, I was a lazy and uncaring boyfriend. Shocker, maybe not. Maybe this is the reason why I have been in several relationships because I didn’t care all the time. Trust me, there have been many of nights on the side of the road, trying to convince my girlfriend I had at that time to stop crying and get back in the car.

But fortunately, this article is not about “how fucked up I am?” Or how not to act in a relationship. This is an article about the facts and history about the day that many people actually love, Valentine’s Day. So get all the facts before you decide if you like Valentine’s Day or not.


There are various theories on the origin of Valentine’s Day, but the most popular dates back to the time of the Roman Empire during the reign of Claudius II, 270 A.D. Claudius didn’t want men to marry during wartime because he believed single men made better soldiers. Bishop Valentine went against his wishes and performed secret wedding ceremonies. For this, Valentine was jailed and then executed by order of the Emperor on Feb. 14. While in jail, he wrote a love note to the jailor’s daughter, signing it, “From your Valentine.” Sound familiar?


The ancient Romans celebrated the Feast of Lupercalia on Feb. 14 in honor of Juno, the queen of the Roman gods and goddesses. Juno was also the goddess of women and marriage.


Many believe the X symbol became synonymous with the kiss in medieval times. People who couldn’t write their names signed in front of a witness with an X. The X was then kissed to show their sincerity.

Girls of medieval times ate bizarre foods on St. Valentine’s Day to make them dream of their future spouse.

In the Middle Ages, young men and women drew names from a bowl to see who would be their Valentine. They would wear this name pinned onto their sleeves for one week for everyone to see. This was the origin of the expression “to wear your heart on your sleeve.”

In 1537, England’s King Henry VII officially declared Feb. 14 the holiday of St. Valentine’s Day.


Greeting Cards


Approximately 145 million valentines are sent in the U.S. each year according to estimates by the U.S. Greeting Card Association. That’s second only to Christmas with 1.6 billion units, and is followed by Mother’s Day with 133 million units.

Women purchase approximately 85 percent of all valentines.


Over 50 percent of all Valentine’s Day cards are purchased in the six days prior to the holiday, making Valentine’s Day a procrastinator’s delight.

Teachers will receive the most Valentine’s Day cards, followed by children, mothers, wives, sweethearts and pets.




73 percent of people who buy flowers for Valentine’s Day are men, while only 27 percent are women.

15 percent of U.S. women send themselves flowers on Valentine’s Day.


Rose Petals

The red rose was the favorite flower of Venus, the Roman goddess of love.


Red roses are considered the flower of love because the color red stands for strong romantic feelings.


189 million stems of roses are sold in the U.S. on Valentine’s Day.

California produces 60 percent of American roses, but the greater number sold on Valentine’s Day in the U.S. are imported, mostly from South America.


Approximately 110 million roses, mostly red, will be sold and delivered within the three-day Valentine’s Day time period.



Casanova, well known as “The World’s Greatest Lover,” ate chocolate to make him virile.


Physicians of the 1800s commonly advised their patients to eat chocolate to calm their pining for lost love.

Richard Cadbury produced the first box of chocolates for Valentine’s Day in the late 1800s.


More than 35 million heart-shaped boxes of chocolate will be sold for Valentine’s Day.


Over $1 billion worth of chocolate is purchased for Valentine’s Day in the U.S.


Other Facts

In addition to the U.S., Valentine’s Day is celebrated in Canada, Mexico, United Kingdom, France, Australia, Denmark and Italy.

The most fantastic gift of love is the Taj Mahal in India. It was built by Mughal Emperor Shahjahan as a memorial to his wife.

In the 1800s doctors commonly advised their heartbroken patients to eat chocolate, claiming it would sooth their pain. To this day, many women find comfort in a box of chocolates when dealing with heartbreak.

A love knot is a symbol of undying love, as its twisting loops have no beginning and no end. In the past, they were made of ribbon or drawn on paper to prove one’s eternal love.

Every Valentine’s Day, the Italian city of Verona, where Shakespeare’s lovers Romeo and Juliet lived, receives about 1,000 letters addressed to Juliet.

About 3 percent of pet owners will give Valentine’s Day gifts to their pets.

220,000 is the average number of wedding proposals on Valentine’s Day each year.

In the U.S., 64 percent of men do not make plans in advance for a romantic Valentine’s Day with their sweethearts.