Sorry about the Isabell Estrada thing Here's the column dedicated to you... Hope your friends (who don't look at my column check it out now and chuckle a bit about it.)
didn't think you'd be so cool on it.
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by Joe B. As a columnist at POOR Magazine going on 6 years she maybe right, most of the time either my address was written wrong, glitches in programs, electromagnetic storms or server mishaps, plus my own incompetence in this highly technical arena prevented many readers from responding in positive or negative ways. I truly don’t know if readers like, hate, or laugh at my work? I’m just a guy doing what I can with words but some–times my written work shock its been called odd, crazy, experimental, Erotic garbage, to downright Pornographic. I try not to offend anyone but as my 3 editors say I’m dialoging with myself. As an intern at POOR Magazine, a year ago or more her name: Marissa Villaluna, at the time I don’t know if she’s a Youth Commissioner, was sworn in, or what. I didn’t even know she was in college at the time. She’s had a life of drama, abuse, former soldier, (She knows 10 way to kill barehanded!) I’d like to learn those techniques before she away from my small orbit into the wider world. She lived in Germany, Texas, other places, and visited Taiwan. When her internship was up I thought I wouldn’t see her for awhile little did I know she lived closer to my bosses than to me but I was able to walk to her apartment when I found out where she lived. As a platonic friend she taught me about some of her Its one of her outlets of a busy, hetic, stressful life full of political events, travel, dinners, and meetings through out the week.(The Woman Has To Have Some Fun After All The Dedication To Improve The Lives Of Younger and Elder Folks of all genders and Orientations). I’ve said she lives her life at warp speed and that’s and me I’m trying to live as slow as possible. Sometimes she sleep in her apartment or mine and I’ve had to wake her up because leaving without tell her really panicked her. Because of a serious life threatening incident in Feb. of 2002. To trust me, another male completely made me feel really special. All that combat knowledge and she is caught by surprise by a battering boyfriend didn’t matter. I told her once that I deeply appreciate her trust in me, it meant a lot to me. She shrugged it off as no big deal so I wait until I'm home behind closed doors to let the flood overrun my eyelids. There is respect, humor, friendship, deep gratitude, for her trust. I gripe, groan, make an ass of myself sometimes she’s use to that. She’s no perfect young miss herself even when she’s bored she’s a "Thick, Stunning young, woman who's already a political leader among the youth. Like she says "She’s no leader of the future she’s one now." I can only see her ‘Pol Star continue to rise. "Mari has told me her friends don’t read my columns, that it’s a "B.S. Column." Oh, well everyone has an opinion and as third editor she has squashed many a budding column by looking only at the title. She has a habit of coming up with statistics to back up whatever she’s saying while pick out junk from the air and not deep research. "You have no evidence, so your argument is a load of crap." I fix that by not talking politics, sexism, racism, or any other ism’s for that matter because I’m not looking up stuff all over the world to back up every little detail. That’s why I’m not into politics because it all changes everyday, month, and year and I won’t spend time tracking all the minutia down to make a point as she does. I guess I’ll look for evidence and for once win an argument just as she used them against me. I hope Mari’s friends tell her about this column that is about her. I’ll write another if she’s not satisfied but she’s must write some of it herself… Bye. Please send donations to For Joe only my snail mail: Email: askjoe@poormagazine.org |