FAMOUS "FRIENDS" - A stream of consciousness musing by Ric Enriquez

Not that I’ve ever been very good about keeping any of them, but my 2006 New Year’s Eve Resolution seemed simple enough. I didn’t swear off carbs (never could – gotta love me when I’m fat), or booze (don’t really drink to begin with) or swearing (F*CK THAT!). Instead, my seemingly easy task was to simply “Stop Crying For Millionaires.” That was it. Yeah, 2006 was figuring to be a plum year and guilt free winter without much chance that I’d be drowning in Lake Depression by the guaranteed failure of said resolution by Spring thaw. It was as if the bud bloom of Easter's flower blanket was a causal result of the early demise of my determined stance to avoid fatty foods, casual sex and to exercise more. But I digress - well not technically - since the whole point of this is my stream of consciousness...

It all started with the world's most favorite luminaries in love, Brad & Jen…



or more specifically, it started with their end.



To be clear, I do not know either Brad Pitt or Jennifer Aniston. I once spoke to the former at an event where I was filming a package for a talkshow and I once shared the air of a Sunset Plaza eatery with the latter, but that is the extend of it. Still, there was something about that couple I liked. I still remember when the first pics of Brad and his new “FRIEND” (boy the press killed that pun back-in-the-day) first appeared around town.

I remember thinking, ‘where did those two meet?’ – with an assumptive curiosity that might have been appropriate had I possessed even a modicum of first hand information regarding any part of their lives outside of what information imdb.com provided me. But, I quickly learned I wasn’t the only one Brad and Jen forgot to tell, because the world-at-large wondered the same thing.

In fact, the world-at-large spent a significant amount of energy comparing Brad’s new sitcom-that-could-star Aniston to the 90’s Grace Kelly send-up Gwen Paltrow. For those who can’t recall a decade back, Brad dated Gwen when the world and specifically, governing award show bodies, believed Paltrow’s voice could turn phonebooks to Shakespeare. Basically, the woman essentially shit Oscars©.

At the time, I remember thinking Brad and Jen were a great couple - actually - a BETTER couple (again, based on what, I can’t tell you now nor could I then). I went so far as to think that fun and frisky Rachel Aniston was probably a lot more fun in the sack then stuffy old (she was like 25) Gwen would be. (I offer my sincere apologies to Gwen, Chris Martin and Apple – again – like I know them or they would ever care. Some habits are just sooo hard to break.)

So the point, and yes I do have one, is that I liked Brad and Jen, so when it all went south - I felt bad for them, truly bad. Now, I’m a fairly empathic guy, I get sad at all the right places in movies and long distance phone service commercials. I laugh at the funny stuff that happens (too few and far between) in big budget “comedies."

But at what point does E-M-P-A-T-H-E-T-I-C become just plain old P-A-T-H-E-T-I-C? Rather literally when one loses the M-E of it all…

And I did just that. It was September 2005 and Oprah was celebrating her 20th Season premiere episode. The year she broke in the new WAREHOUSE sound stage that doubles as a service port for the Spruce Goose during hiatus weeks. Oprah kicked off the show by rolling back (2) thirty-foot King Kong doors emblazoned with Jennifer Aniston's picture and introduced the newly single star to her syndicated congregation the world over. At that moment, a few thousand miles away in my office in Los Angeles, I stepped back from my computer and watched – the entire show – work be damned.

Why? Cuz that lovely girl was special to me. She was my “FRIEND” and she was putting on her best bravest face and coming on the Oprah Show to show us that she was ‘OK!’. And I wanted - and on some level maybe needed to know she was or would be.

Now I don’t know what happened between them, and it doesn’t really matter cuz I try not to judge my friends (actual or perceptional). Since they’d never included me in their problem times (or happy times or flatly ‘any’times) it didn’t seem my place to place blame. But, I realized that I did actually feel bad for her, really bad for her.

I felt so bad for this girl.

I felt so bad for this girl…I didn’t know.

I felt so bad for this…famous…girl I didn’t know.

I felt so bad for this…beautiful…famous girl I didn’t know.

I felt so bad for this…rich…beautiful famous girl I didn’t know.

I felt so bad for this…talented…rich, beautiful, famous girl I didn’t know.

Then I thought – ‘HUH? What the F*CK is THAT about?’

After a having couple of months to think about my curious reaction I came up with my nifty aforementioned resolution and decided that as of 01/01/06 – my heart would go from celeb-empathic to celeb-empty. It wasn’t to be cruel. It was just practical. The celebs at the center of my concerns couldn't ever reap the incalculable benefits from my worries. No. In 2006, I’d save it for the non-famous kid around the corner with the unfortunate hairlip and nearly tragic pitching arm. I wanted to focus on his needs – so he can one day descend the mound after a season ending no-hitter and look me in the eye and say “thwwwanks fowr thwe gwood thwwoughts.” I’m talking simple, transactional positive energy exchange.

That was and is still the dream. But I keep failing. And for some reason, my thoughts keep going out to these characters I don’t know. Even some people that really sort of suck (at least one literally).

Larry Craig: Given his voting record, complete hypocrisy (as demonstrated by said voting record), the natural segue from the previous paragraph and not to mention (except that I am here now doing so) his infidelity, there is every reason to line your liter box with this man's picture… However, I just look at him and I feel sorry for him. He’s 9 million years old and is so full of self-hate that he lives the most poetic double life imaginable. It reminds me of the Chappelle sketch where he plays a blind man that is the head of the KKK – so full of hate for people of color – that he refuses to acknowledge who he really is… I guess if the Senator worked on basic cable instead of basic rights – it might be funny. But nonetheless I feel bad for that sad pathetic man and his even more sad and pathetic crusade to “clear his name.” DUDE! YOUR HOUSE IS ON FIRE - DON’T STOP RESOD(omize) THE LAWN!!!!!

Britney Lohan: Admittedly, my sympathy for this bunch is limited – so I can only muster the energy once. But I can’t imagine a world where everyone in my life – including my parents – see me as a meal ticket? Speaking of visuals – it’s like a Sylvester and Tweety cartoon where the scheming cat sees only a chunky headless game hen with white booties where Tweety sits whistling. I imagine Britney’s mom sort of looks at her that way and while I acknowledge that Brit’s costume choice at the VMA’s did nothing to quell such imagery – it is still SAD nonetheless.

At the heart of it all, she is still a fairly young woman without ANY education to speak of so I do have some compassion for her – while acknowledging that it is time for the 25 year old MOTHER to put her kids first and put her shoes on and go get some of that edumacation that her belly bearing bucks can buy.

As for La Lohan, addiction sure doesn’t look fun from here. She’s a very talented girl – her parents should beat themselves unconscious with their own violently self-removed appendages. Again, she is an adult – but she was never a kid. Maybe she wasn’t afforded the opportunity to transition from one to the other and now just exists in a blur of the two. That said, neither of them has ever stopped to change my flat tire.

By the way – this isn’t a new thing. I cried when Lucille Ball died – but I was only a teenager then. Nor is it limited to famous people. I wept at the discovery of a child’s body found broken and bloody by some inhuman monster thousands of miles away. It is also not limited to people. I once cried my heart out while my older siblings poured gasoline on an entire ant colony to just to watch them burn (I promise they are nice people now - not that any of them have started a little Ant Holocaust museum either.)

And finally, it is not limited to living things – as I even managed to cry after my parents threw away an old couch. Seriously. I was four years old and as I stared at our old couch outside on the curb amidst garbage cans and smelly trash bags, I anthropomorphized its pain - feeling so lonely, unwanted and discarded.



I know – that’s just FREAKISHLY PATHETIC – but as a child it seemed so traumatic to me. But if you can look at that picture and feel nothing - you are part stone. Stone!, I tell ya.

But you know what really chaps my ass?

Neither Brad nor Jen could give a shit.

Nor should they.

In the Year of Our Lord, Two Thousand and Eight I do hereby resolve…

Does Mike Jones give Senator Larry Craig a/k/a Ann Miller

I hold great admiration for Mike Jones. In my opinion he has been vilified by some of the gay press. Of course the HRC is not going celebrate his success at exposing one of the most harmful hypocrites of this decade, because he fall out of the glamour mode. Mike has a book to sell and was recently taken by surprise at a Palm Springs radio station.

I asked Mike Jones, flat out, no bullshit did you tap with the Senator? Here is his response;

i do not want the sex part out on Craig right now. Craig meets me, I only advertised on Gay sights, I hope people are not that dumb. I will tell you this, a couple of media new sources know about my dealings with Craig. The issue really is not about the sex, it is that Craig met with me, a gay man who advertised on gay sites. But those news sources may release the details.

He also released the letter below. Stay tuned to see if the Senator Ann Miller story ends with a happy ending.


Let me start first with the radio interview in Palm Springs. I have been accused of promising them the Larry Craig story. There is more than just what you could hear and see. Here is the email I sent the host.

Subj: Mike Jones/Ted Haggard
Date: 10/2/2007 6:25:13 P.M. Mountain Daylight Time
From: Massage………
To: BulldogBillf

Hi Bill. I have heard very good things about your show and about you. Glad to hear things are going well. I have done a couple of interviews today preceding my book signing tonight.

I understand I am booked for your show Thursday night. I was wondering and actually hoping we could perhaps change that to Wednesday night. It would work out so much better as I do have much on my schedule while in California which includes seeing my father which has been very difficult since my story broke.

I would assure you this would be a great interview; I could offer some information that has never been discussed before if you would be willing to change. I appreciate your consideration.

Thank you,

Mike Jones

Do you see the name Larry Craig in it? I did not promise them anything about Craig but that is what I am being accused of. In fact, the host had not read my book he was interviewing me about so I was going to give a bit more information about New Life Church because I was trying to change interview days, not Larry Craig. And after the interview was over, Bill the host apologized to me and left me a voice mail apologizing for the “Gotcha” interview. He felt so bad about it.

It was a set up and I fell for it. I did not want to open my mouth about the story, but they wanted something and I gave them more than I should have. But with the TV stations there and radio management there I apparently gave them what they wanted, a big story for a small station. I will take responsibility for what came out of it.

As far as trying to make money of these situations as I am being accused of, please consider this information:

I did not attempt blackmail on Ted Haggard. I actually could be on the Church payroll if I blackmailed him and still have my private life intact. Of course if I had done that, he still would be condemning gays and the evangelical voting block would still be as powerful as always and I would have money in the bank instead of the $500 I have now. Remember, Harpers magazine stated that no pastor held more political sway than Haggard.

Did I attempt to blackmail Craig. No. I could have though but I thought it was more important to keep him to his word of resigning instead of me making money. I had and have nothing to gain from this situation. I have learned that there are others that have had dealings with Craig. But they do not want to come forward. I seem to be the only one who has the guts to do it and tell the truth, for which I am condemned for.

Here is a detailed account of my situation regarding the Craig story. First I would like to thank the people that can really see what it is and supported me from Haggard to this. But mostly this is a response to the people who are so quick to judge.

Here is a big piece of the story that people do not know and who are accusing me of riding the wave for attention.

First of all I did not have a long term situation with Craig. I only saw him one time. I did not know who he was until his recent story broke. When I saw him on the news, I said to myself, “I cannot believe this hypocrite, he came to see me.” There are a couple of things that made him stand out to me for me to remember like, “Do you follow politics Mike? Then when I said yes he quickly changed the subject. Right then I said to myself, this guy is a politician. Certainly not my first. But his question was a give away. Through sources that I gave for a time frame that I say he saw me, it was verified that he did travel to Colorado during that time. So you see, that was my verification to myself that that was him. You might say coincidence but really, I remember him and how would I guess the date from several years ago. Several news organizations have had my story for six weeks at least. I was in constant communication with them. I told them I did not want my story out unless Craig reversed his promise to resign. The story would have probably run but I told them to hold off. And if I was doing it for publicity I would have run with it immediately. And by the way all the major news organizations wanted me on TV with this story. But did you see me on FOX or CNN regarding this? NO. I did not make this about me. I made it about being honest and holding people to their promises. Once again the word is hypocrisy. And remember which Senator voted against the Hate Crimes Bill! Sorry, I need to stand up and speak!

When we judge so quickly we in a sense are no better than the religious right. We hate it when they judge because of dislikes, but many people have done the same to me. If you dislike me because of jealously, or lack of information and knowledge, then I cannot change that. I am not perfect and have never claimed to be, but I, Mike Jones, have no regrets for who I am.