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-Dedication- 2nd Street Cowboy and now his dog

The contents, - were done by hand, first. Everything here was put down by hand, onto college rule paper in about 20 minutes, and than I put it all onto floppy disc. I want to show my ability to operate under time constraint.
That is the same for each page of this book-styled portfolio, every page was written this way.
Not too sound hokey’ but I would like to hold to tradition.
I like to write by hand more than I like to type onto the computer.
Honestly’ I would like to write always by hand. Because’ it makes me feel that I am a writer from a not so long ago, like a Hemingway. At the same time I have to live in today and realize I am not Hemingway, but very capable. Practicing to get this my own style-from what I had learned in a 3-years worth of learning how to read and write, to get to this point. I need to be a writer, who doesn’t stay positioned in one area or the other.
I have to be a versatile cowboy.
From dyslexia to now-
I taught myself to be quick on the computer- in three years.
I am quick and am capable and legible from a pen to paper- in three years.
I can quickly relate what I hear, from whether that is from your mouth or from page, I can relate that back to you.
Quick and correct and to the point: keeping on that voice that I hear in that alley or at a basketball game, or this voice in me at telling to stay this way, and so I stay: and so I am ready to decipher the message and put it down.
It is all dedication.
I did this page in under 50 minutes.
I am a Christian Cowboy and now his Dog.

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‘Why not- me?’

All of these statements are of everything that might incriminate a cowboy.
Anyway’ thank goodness’ I read Ernest Hemingway once in awhile on my porch, Ernest says- "Everyone’s first draft is shiite." I could not agree with him more. I get what that says. Everyone’s first try at life’ it will not always smell like a skunk in a rose patch.
I think the drafts that are in my short book portfolio are shiite -speaking of my letter, introduction page, dedication page, title page, table of contents page, something page, forward page, preface-outline page. And this one ‘why not me’ page, and than my example pages, and the end page, are pretty much shiite- at least not good to me. I wrote each page, outlined in a short amount of time.
Like this page and the one before it- were done under an hour.
I want to see this country boys ability, show work ethic in a short given amount of time.
I sometimes have this problem that I have- at leaving myself open, to show how good I am? I always feel like saying- ‘look at me’; "I have my foot in my mouth- before even my shoe is off." Wow’ I am pretty talented. All I know- is I was once a learning disabled and depressed.
But I am shooting to be famous.
Is that going to happen; I don’t know? I have no college degree to talk about. I am dyslexic. Couldn’t read or write well 3 years ago. For me to tell you this- it is all more like a bad premonition, right now. It is more like I am signing a paper, which officially puts me in a white house- not the President’s White House, either. Think about that though- that I would have a great story.
Here look at me:
Me on TV with my size 9 in my mouth: or in my news column and I would say this, every time, "How in the heck did I become a popular?" "How did this dyslexic, who got crappy grades?" How is it that anyone would want to read a guy like me, I even spent time on the streets and jumped from job to job, and had spent time in jail? How come you would like a guy like me?"
-Me’ I am not any different from anyone. -
-The first draft or part of my life is numbered like that. -
I don’t have a college degree.
I have no prior experience in journalism, except for my initiating myself in this mock conversation, where I talk to myself.
- My second draft is – it looks better. -
I have mastered my learning disability: and would challenge anyone in Washington, to write
better than I do.
There is not a stronger voice onto paper: that I see at comparing to me- to any here or there, right now.
Also’ the only way for you to really know this – is by my showing you. I am putting myself out here as a dyslexic and non-college graduate to say- I do this well. I should have my own high profile column, or TV show, if anyone should:
See’ I am getting warmed to the thought now. I am not crazy. That I am going to be in the media or on TV and have my own column in a newspaper, yes, I am. It is not a crazy of a dream. My first draft was, baddest. But the second draft is better, badder . The third draft will even be just, bad, and finally’ the final copy, all right.
I would love to do this in the Christian community, of which I am a part of.
Shiite! I am good.
-Anyway’ for that: I have a slave wage earning job right now, working at a fish company, it is only set-up for real, "stuff." The Fish Company wants me to slave away in the summer, for 14 hours a day. I am glad that I am not going to have to do that.
Thank God, I have the realization of a dream.
I would do this for free, with or without money.
I love to write.

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Introduction- 2nd Street Cowboy
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Now his dog’

Look at my three cattle! They are not listening to me. They have one mind after my own, - trying to ignore me.
This is for me spending a half year of my time wisely. Just cause I left them and took to studying for three years, and ignored them a little. What else could I do? I wanted to learn and get away from this day to day job of being a cowboy. To the cows- I am probably just the same "old- dumb cowboy," "Hey! Guys! Three years is… it is time."
"I am going to take my education and go."
"I don’t want to be talking like this to you guys anymore. You’ cattle are only good for listening, if my talking is than, ‘moo!’ This is all grieving me. I am still going to see you guys; I am just moving to a different career."
Who wants to be stuck in mud and poop?
I grew up in this- without a chance.
Familiarity, composite ease, I don’t want it.
"Cell phone," "is ringing."
Is anyone interested in hiring me? It is exciting to get a phone call that asks me to write, instead of ride a horse. Hey! This might be interesting. "Yes, I only went to college for a year at Edmonds Community College." "I grew-up in a cow poke town- called ‘Mukilteo.’ Yes, - it did take me about three or so years to read and write like that."
"We tend to only take people that have a college degree."
" That is just a standard policy, to have a degree."
" It makes it easier for all of us- that way."
(Here we go. I am getting a bad vibe. I want to write, because of familiarity and against the seemingly all too moderate way. Giving them my portfolio’ -I thought that city folk would be much better about giving me a chance.)
"We are going to give you a try, at an interview."
Than we converse on. And she is a nice lady.
-I only went to college for a half year; and studied for three years now having the basis of learning the basics of- reading words, and spelling, and word phonics. Than’ I went onto verb tense, conjunctions, dependent words, adverbs, adjectives, pronouns, prepositions, to outlining and essays. And than for 3 years: I studied to put that together. -
Hey! Look at me’ I am smiling. Rounding up cattle my whole life it is not what I want. I traded in my horse for a computer and applied myself, to typing and learning all the different ways that one can talk to him-self. If ‘you think that a year is not too long for college? If you do think three years is not long enough to study, at all?
I will ask you- "what are of fancy titles and degrees.’ Where I come from, you can either ride a horse or you can’t. I can either write or I; or I can’t. There is no person at standing where I was studying for three years, who stood in front of me, - gaining from me 40,000 dollars of my money for a degree.
The degree that I earned, was rough draft, and many more drafts- until I learned to write intensively.

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Forward- 2nd Street Cowboy’
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Now His Dog’
The questions she asked me on the phone were.
-What do, I look like? Have I ever roped a bull? Do I miss it? –
What kind of questions are those?
"Street Cowboy and now his dog," "we have another question for you."
Do I have to answer this one, too...
Why didn’t she ask about my writing quality, - instead about my quality riding. Either way’ I am 5’ 7. Bulls are dangerous. And no! I don’t miss it. I am going to miss - my animals. How do I look? - I look like a guy with a dog.
Maybe in' my face to face interview I should do what rappers do, and put a cool look on. I don't have that kind of character trait. - Me’ I have never been too much for girl chasing. Nor have I been too much of a big drinker. Nor do I like to smoke.
Being the serious cowboy I am- but not too smart:
I should avoid acting wimpy, though. It has never been me’ the guy with a high IQ, where to be asked how to do a Rubik’s cube in ten seconds. I am not smart like that. I have a hard enough of beating (my chicken) Claire at chess: - let alone doing a cube in 10 seconds. The only thing that I have going on for me… is my hat and my dog, and a wink.
Take a look at my straight hat and my big mouthed dog- when I am at talking or writing, from here I could run my mouth on forever? Yes, I really have no conscious about going on, and on, and on, and on, and on, etc.
My mother wanted me’ to be a lawyer, and good old dad wanted me to be quiet. For my big mouth- even if I were not ever a dyslexic: just to keep my big mouth shut- like now’ is impossible for me- to not say the truth, " I never want to be a lawyer."
"I love people, too much."
"I just love to talk them to death."
I love my wife- to be.
I love my family.
I love the creator of this earth.
I love writing as much as anything. It is my shot at being.
Writing is my freedom, - not the cattle range.
I could write for your paper.
I would sure appreciate a shot here.
I guess this is a little bit of my doggedness in me, peaking through.

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Preface- 2nd Street Cowboy and now his dog

As’ there is never a bad dog, but a few bad owners.
In - my not too- distant future, here me a person a journalist, I like to write- on various kinds of things…so I can create interest.
See this is I at trying to be a journalist; I observe things, which I like to observe on, and tell you about it-.
My motto:
- For All of My Readers-
Read my column and/ or my report:
I want to strike an opinion from you, any kind of. Where there is a foundation for us to agree or disagree on. - Read and/ or answer my article. -
There I like to play out on facts’ and create an interest- so you will answer me in your head-: for’ or against. Read and answer.
I want a positive tension- between us - so read me.
If you are disgusted at life, - read and give me an opinion also.
Because this is all yours.
For my Boss-
Doing this hopefully I will bring in a good number of new readers, - because people can smell this honest cowboy and his dog.
Since’ some Seattle writers have a claim, - for using names, like "gym rat’ or "the go to guy.’
For example, I see myself as a 2nd street cowboy and now his dog. I don’t hold myself to one character I have multiple character.
This is a piece of my personality or one-way to describe me, - in this who, and what, and when, and where, and how, kind of world. (Here is me at what I want to be- a Journalist and here about my freedom. Of knowing’ where I am, and what I want to do. )
I love this.
I love observation.
The 2nd street cowboy and his dog are self-proclaimed experts for trying to get to the bottom of things: and he is in a deep scratch.
-As I have an itch and it won’t go away. Here is my neighbor. Remember that I have to try and tell him about his dog – which has been at nipping, - I need to tell him that his dog needs to be on a leash. Because’ I have seen dogs like his. -
I used to be scared to talk- or write in these situations. I used to let the cowboy in me do the talking.
(As something to remember: I used to suffer with dyslexia, suffered from Dyslexia- for many years, before I came to this point. So don’t let my lack of college credentials, scare you off. I am born to write. I was born to communicate. I was born to live. )
To the owner of the dog,
If your dog attacks’ me!
For a future reference: so you and I don’t have to talk to animal control. I don’t want to see a picture of a small- child on a newspaper page, - for who didn’t have any of my dog style. Me’ I don’t want to see a little child, have to deal with a careless owner of an animal; where you’ as an owner, didn’t have the common sense, - that God gave the dog- to understand.
Tell your dog this: "you don’t attack people! Dog!"

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Example: Sports of 2006

-Me, maybe’ I have taken too many shots to my head, from my newspaper boy. -
The Huskies got knocked out of the NCAA tournament, and I want to see more of that kind of hard play.
Not since the Arizona Wildcats who the NCAA Basketball champions of 1996-97; did’ I think that maybe some thing may be happening- that we didn’t know about? I remember Jim Rosborough’ an assistant coach than with the Arizona Wildcats, honestly- when he talked about the Arizona Wildcats of 1996- 97 in comparison to 1994’s team:
``I think in many ways this is like the (1994) Final Four team,'' assistant coach (for Arizona) Jim Rosborough said. ``I'm not saying we're going to the Final Four, but the biggest similarity is the guys know the pecking order . . . Everybody is on the same page.''
He was talking about an Arizona team, who didn’t win its conference, -maybe going far into the tournament.
-It went onto win a national championship that year. -
For the Washington Huskies of 2006 there no more Jamaal Williams for setting-up, for all of his moves, - after receiving a pass from Brandon Roy, who got it from Bobby Jones, - than passed it on. I lived, oh! To wake-up when I watched the Huskies, at NCAA Tournament time. All the important things of my day were erased: The Huskies did what "that" something amazing. -
- Are the shots from the newspaper hitting my head, effecting me? -
-I am o.k. My paperboy is not Randy Johnson; so no permanent damage to my brain. -
Jon Brockman, yes, he was great. Brockman was great; which is in all- how you see it. If the Husky men were getting a rebound and finding open shots; and getting shots in the lane, than there Jon Brockman played well.
Jon Brockman for his picks and rebounds and his toughness for this year: he will get some one to help him-like Spencer Hawes, next year.
More NCAA Tournaments and maybe a championship in the future- I can see it; (I am also a Cougar fan in this and not all Huskies. As I know that most of the time’ the Cougar fan in me will never make a try to be- unbiased in hate for the Huskies.)
I didn’t pick Arizona to win, and nobody else did in 96-97.
Arizona won the championship in 96-97.
Even that’ Arizona team to me was not as amazing as this year’s Huskies.
Magic is still going on here; the Huskies season is still going in my head. The Huskies didn’t even win the Pacific Ten tournament; didn’t even the win the conference title either. The Huskies were picked to finish, mid-conference in the Pac- Ten.
Just think’ when there was no one else on earth who would lose to Cougars this year, the Huskies stepped-up- and did it.
And the Huskies still made it to the sweet 16, - in spite of losing twice ‘ to them Cougars.
The Huskies have realized their pecking order.
Bring on Spencer Hawes (maybe Isaiah Thomas) to help Brockman- with the next set of Huskies. For I see a NCAA Championship in the future, I do. Whether that is next year: or in the future it doesn’t matter- because they did something amazing this year.

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Example: Mukilteo to be ‘fiscal’ or not?
There were tugs of war, rowboat races, and fishing derbies, pie-eating contests, and rattlesnake chili booths, waiter and waitress contests.
That was a memory of when there was the Mukilteo festival, ‘back when we were a rich but poor town.’ Or was it when we were a poor town but rich? Or was it some of us had money: but the rest of us were poor in money and not spirit - and had the Mukilteo Festival. Our than- to be future mayor, Brian Sullivan’ I saw him in a mud-wrestling contest, - before it was my turn. Man’ there was the Pick-a- Dilly Circus, and there were a few small carnival rides. There were examples of pride.
I was thinking about that- as a friend was in earshot of me; she said, " I am glad and thankful, for what the council has done for us, at least fiscally for Mukilteo."
Now there my train of thought lost, she stomped my memory of the Mukilteo Festival when I heard that. (My friend she didn’t grow up in Mukilteo) I was going to be unfair to her for ruining my thought. As she brought in the word, "We," into this.
Why did she say, "We"? "Fiscally"?
Let me tell her something, girl. The word "We" it includes many individuals who are at thinking.
For example,
When I was a kid’ in Mukilteo there "we" had a volunteer fire department- and volunteers: were getting paid very little, with two-old fire stations, - having to deal with old electrical wiring set-ups - in houses, as houses were not so up too snuff- as now.
Those firemen put out fires, and got paid little. The fires now in Mukilteo are way fewer. – But we have 2- state of the art fire departments-that are full time staffed? Think about that. - Now the Mukilteo City Council it wants to build a 5.1 million-dollar council hall, which will be used for city council meetings. What do we need a 5 million-dollar facility for? The council wills itself to be- better, now with a 5.1 million-dollar council hall? Do they think best in a 5.1 million-dollar facility over what they have now? (Note: is the rumor true- that Mukilteo is built on Everett property? And Mukilteo still is not considered its own city, - legally?)
I hope Rose Hill doesn’t get tore down. Let’s not use any word of the day like- ‘Fiscal’ to build its five million-dollar council meeting place.
My friend needs to go with me to Edgewater Park in Everett now, which is right off ‘old road’ in Mukilteo, where there is a new Boeing Plane pier being built. I tell her. Believe it or not- there used to be a real pretty beach, to walk on.
I think that my friend is starting to understand.
The State and Mukilteo council, - will be putting a new ferry also, soon. I am thinking what is going to happen to the small businesses? What is to become of a small business, like Woody’s, -if the ferry moves? Woody’s in Mukilteo is a small, grocery, hobby-shop, coffee place, store, which reminds us of Old Town Mukilteo. There is all ready talk- that the Mukilteo Council is maybe to tear down Woody’s and the Diamond Knot, to create what? The council is thinking a parking lot.
I am lost for words.
The Mukilteo festival where has it gone-? There is too much fiscal pride. As reports are that Mukilteo is, as much on solid ground, financially as it has been ever. 'See’ them trying to build a 5.1 million dollar council meeting place for it.'
'But our Mukilteo Festival has gotten worse every year? And now they want to build a 5 million-dollar place to have meetings in?'
Some reporters and politicians alike- will say that the once ‘poor old Mukilteo’ was run, poorly.
I am telling you friend.
The pronoun "We" and fiscal responsibility rarely mix. Because fiscal is usually just a reason for a politician to pick than choose for he or she - what is it best for them, and than the community; it is rarely for the community, first. For example, I saw last year’s festival and my friend wants to know, what is it I saw. Now for a festival all I saw is about 25 booths set up in a parking lot. A salmon bake. A fire truck. " I don’t know maybe a slushy pop stand,’ –for a Mukilteo Festival.
It is so fiscally rewarding to live in Mukilteo.

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Example: Religious Flavor from me’


Obedience through faith’ if you think about, it is a tall order. There are many different things to put faith in. Every day of my life, I think about. Me’ I could put my faith into something different, everyday. I could put my faith into a local basketball team.
To bring me happiness, me,’ I could put my faith into my significant other. -Or I could put my faith into taking mind-altering drugs- or steroids to make me, feel or look better. -
Or I put my faith in my children also- if I had any children; I could do that for temporary happiness as that could be a way of faith. Or I could rely on my job, to live for the thought of making more money, for my happiness.
I could put my faith there.
I could put my faith into making great music for happiness. Or I could put my faith into the thought of becoming a famous actor or actress for happiness, everyday of my life. Again’ I could dream about making a lot of money also. -Think of the most amazing thing that I could do to make me happy, I could put my faith in that. -
I could put my faith in all of that.
I could be obedient to all of that.
Pick a career: whatever I could think of doing.
But also than I start to think about all the things, which could go wrong for me at trying to put my faith in these:
If ‘I put my faith in a basketball team? If’ I put my faith in a significant other? If’ I put a faith in mind altering drugs? If’ I put a faith in my children? If’ I put a faith in making a lot of money, -or on becoming a rap artist? What could go wrong?
My basketball team could go on a 12 game losing streak, after wining all of these years. Where would I be’ then?
A significant other could eventually let me down, in some way.
And eventually drugs are going to cost me, one way or the other.
As wonderful’ as children’ are- they don’t stay children. There is usually a death of a fantasy, -there or speculation of why my kid and I don’t relate anymore: all dads’ fault. My fantasy eventually will end for me.
Money won’t buy me love, either.
Most of us won’t make it in the music business, or as actors.
My obedient wife’ she is as loyal- as my significant other, but not always: as it all ends one time or another and there am I left with a broken heart. For putting my faith in the wrong place- I am either let down by my job, or significant other, or my hometown basketball team- they all could fail.
Or my call from a movie producer it could never come.
Life could be confusing there for me, if I put my faith there.
See’ for me to succeed at life I have to be obedient to what is going to feed me success, whether if I am at winning or not. Obedience through faith is a Christian term. And I know about all the things that Christians have done to ruin everyone’s happiness. I am a Christian myself. But see me I- I -I refuse to put my faith into what others think. See’ I have to have an obedience through faith- in for and beyond what others think.
Yes, this is a religious writing. I am going to tell you the truth. I am writing this, because this is where I get obedience through faith. This is all from the Bible, where life brought me this far – to the point of why I am writing. - The 2nd Street Cowboy And Now His Dog-

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Instead of me’ waiting for your call- like maybe I am never getting "that" call-? I will stage a mock interview: so you can actually get to know me without even moving anything but your eye muscles. Our conversation I will’ stage all of it? Yes, so let me do the talking. –
And you just watch. -
First, I take a seat.
Than you take a seat.
It is peaceful, and it is good atmosphere as we meet. The Seattle Mariners are winning, which is amazing to hear.
And the 2nd street Cowboy and his dog now are comfortable and come in. "Either this is going to be a new beginning here for me, or this is going to be our end dog." The entrance is for a supreme dramatic effect, ‘as the dog and the cowboy talk.
You say than.
"What is it- you are looking for, Cowboy? Is it true you are a dyslexic and stuff? Why are you even bothering to come in for an interview, man? We are looking for someone that has all the makings, who has his- or her beautiful ‘wall paper’ ‘the gold seal’- you know the thing with fake gold decals, - which says college degree?"
I am shocked. Really’ I am shocked.
"Wow! Whoa! Doggie, I didn’t expect this kind of interview. I am being ‘determined’ all ready as unworthy- just because I don’t have what a ‘get out of jail free’ card or college degree. ‘Which is the way a college degrees works today- not bearing any witness to skill.’ Degrees are just a declared collaboration like a wreath: you have paid 40,000 dollars so to learn in our crowded classroom, at spending very little time at really practicing- what you went to school for."
I am dyslexic, true. I don’t have a "college degree." But a college and its degree don’t actual determine if a person can independently think on his feet, - no more than does graduating high school. Leonardo De Vinci was a dyslexic and recovered from dyslexia - to do- right by himself really, well, artistically with only a technical training. Albert Einstein’ he dropped out of high school. Am I comparing myself to that guy and that guy? - Yes, I am, why not?
Let me ask you something. You answer this in your head. "Let’s say- that I was a 2nd coming of Ernest Hemingway as a writer- but without a degree. Walking through the door, I am new to this and have had only a few excellent works for proven skill, which are two- pieces that are better than anything that you have done."
"On your side: are all of the writers with a paper degree with all in hand. Who they have never completed a sentence- in his or her life, to speak about- but you would take a degree over a degree- less Ernest Hemingway?"
"I think Ernest Hemingway would say, ‘bull, stuff’" on that.
This is the end or the beginning for the 2nd street Cowboy and now his dog. – Or it is the new beginning. -
I smile, and pet my dog and walk away.
And you say, "You are right." "You are a genius, Mike, you are hired."

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