Dupe. (doop-)
trickery, trap, betrayal, deception, fraud, hoax, lie, sham

The word itself evokes a sense of cunning dishonesty and whether you are aware of it or not, we have all been duped at some point in our lives. Yes, we have all fell victim to this calculated falsehood.
The "Duper" comes in many forms. You may have been duped by a friend, a foe, a family member, a loved one, or even a total stranger. Also the dupe can range in severity from mildly intrusive to life altering. Nevertheless, despite your duper or the extremity at which you've been duped, the shafted feeling you're left with is the same, and it SUCKS. Check out this dupe. It may make you feel better about your own incident of "dupery".
http://www.goyk.com/video.asp?path=1064

Natal Rejuvenation

A voyage back to my homeland.

The complete dicodomy of my life and surroundings today lends itself to calm and still my mind, body, and soul.

Sometimes we'd use booze.





Throughout the 90's in NYC, Mariah and Brett would occasionally bond with booze. Alcohol consumption, if used properly by abiding recommended doses, can nurture the growth and solidify the union of two. Improper use, however, can result in memory loss, paranoia, and/or bruising. Fortunately, both of us escaped the 90's relatively unscathed (safe a few blurry memories and a concussion Brett sustained from repetitive kicks delivered with mustang force from Mariah's Dr. Martin reinforced right foot). To this day, the reason behind this violent attack remains a mystery. Nevertheless, sometimes we'd use booze.

Through experience, I've found that no matter how bad you've been, there is no greater feeling than to find that your mama still loves you.
A mother's love runs thick. It has been said that a mother's love renders her the most powerful and dangerous of all creatures on earth. I've studied and have been lectured on unbelievable events demonstrating this condition but nothing assured me more certainly of this matter than the day I discovered that my mama still loves me. My acts of selfishness and neglect, though very impressive instruments of destruction, still proved to be inferior to the strength and tolerance
wielded by my mama. The root to this power is inconceivable for me to comprehend. However, I can tell you that despite all the poor judgments and hurtful decisions I've made against keeping our bond healthy, i've felt no greater comfort, honor or gratitude than knowing my mama forgave and still loves me. Never again will i be such a fool and always will i appreciate her.
Love