talib kweli & hi tek - Memories Live - Reflection Eternal

" In my lifetime aint too many things better than watching you first son put his sentences together..."  Talib Kweli and Hi Tek = reflection eternal
Train of Thought = one of the best albums ever. In all of music. Stakes is high status. This song just forces you to be nostalgic besides the fact that the sample verse says "bringing back sweet memories"...
Had myself a jam packed day yesterday. After working out I showered up and headed to the Zoo. I am a fan of animals, pets not so much. I rather go see them say what up and then get to go home without the extra chore of picking up after one. How do you go to the zoo by yourself without looking like a complete weirdo? You constantly keep moving. Have earphones on. That way it just always looks like you're a disinterested dad who got lost from the rest of the family. I also go because the San Diego Zoo for all that have actually never been there, is located in a canyon. As such it has a lot of hills. So I went there to get some more exercise action but without the dull gym view.
After that, I decided to skip Balboa Park because I actually spent more time at the zoo than planned. Went straight to Old Town. Had some soup and some margaritas. To prevent scurvy of course. While there another patron who only ordered soda water began talking about the mud run and basically made it out to be the hardest thing ever. Damn and there I am having 4 margaritas. Anyways I get the almost daily text to go play poker- I figure sure why not, but its only like 5 and the game wont start till 9. Hmm what to do? So I text Hugo to go play tonight as well except he has a better plan. Hit up the Padre game. Having not made it to the amount of Padre games I wanted to this year, and needing time to kill I say sure why not. So I planned to meet them at Lolitas which is right next to the Stadium. Place is a mad house Literally no place to sit, stand and drink a beer. The line like usual is out the door. Because the burritos there are rather extraordinary. Happy Hour is also very nice. It was so packed I couldnt even get to the bar, so I just stood in the food line to go ahead and place my beverage order. I was also contemplating eating, but thats for people that aren't on the chew and water and beer diet. So I order 2 pints because I didnt want to wait in line again and head off to find a spot to squeeze into. There was a table with 3 asian padre fans and one corner of their table wasn't being used so I asked if it would be ok to put down one of my pints to enjoy the other one. They had no problem with it. Just then I get a text from Hugo and he tells me I should buy the tickets now so that we dont have to wait in the longer line that forms closer to game time. Damn alright. So I down the pint in my hand grab the other pint down that one, tell the guys who let me use space at their table thanks and head out to buy the tickets. After I purchased the tickets and with the Gonzalez still no where in sight, I figure what the hell I'll get two more before the game so I won't have to pay the 9 dollar beer price in the stadium. So I order two more pints and the same guys are still at the table. Haha turns out they had been very impressed at how I had finished my first round. I just laugh and said I had to go buy tickets so I needed to be that quick. They were still finishing up their beers from when before I got there the first time. The drinks don't drink themselves. By the way this weekend is the 2 year anniversary of that quote. Will need to drink to that sometime this weekend.
Anyways after seeing the Padres had surely secured the victory, I headed out to play some poker. Turns out I had been playing with some guy named Roger for a while without realizing it was the same Roger Jake, Danny C, a couple of other guys and me tormented one year during summer school. Relentless. He is a nice guy but he was just one of those guys that was easy to mess with. I would like to say I don't remember doing anything to the guy- he actually paid me to take his Algebra final for him. Actually like 6 or 7 people paid me. Basically how it played out was that our teacher was a dumb ass and would busy himself doing other things during the final so once I finished my own, I just switched my final with whoever paid me. They would pretend to work on mine and I would go ahead and finish up theirs, make some corrections leave some intentionally wrong so to avoid suspicion. After I was done with theirs we would switch back and I would go to the next person who wanted to pay for this service. Made out like a bandit, made some athletes remain eligible so it was a win win.

Yesterday I wrote about wondering about my family in Veracruz. Then when I got home last night... Bam! friend requests from 3 of my cousins down there. Made my day even better.

Soul Amazin' (Steel Blazin')

The issues that have caused me to be unable to sleep, drink more than I should, not eat, and have made me more silent than ever;

- The house is gone, foreclosed. We are out of here in December. This has been my moms house since 1989 and feel nothing short of a failure. It was why I moved back in for. My mom is all situated where she will go, but not me.
- Kids have no health insurance right now.
-Apparently I received some bad tax advice back in 2008 and 2009. Now I am having to deal with that.
-Old company didnt flat cancel my COBRA when they sent me revised numbers (like usual they had messed up on the first set of prices) Now they want to charge me for the months I supposedly was on it.
- The ex advised me she is gonna get full custody and is thinking about moving up north
- other family members plights- Including family in Veracruz and in Tabasco. Haven't spoken with my dad's side of the family since 2004 and wonder what is going on. Don't even know if my grandma is still alive.

- My unemployment benefits ran out. and didnt hear until very recently that I had been approved for an extension.
- My credit- this foreclosure thing has really given my credit a beating. A solid UFC type ground and pound. Like not even an ankle lock or arm bar submission type of win- a real ass kicking.And there's nothing like those freakin commercials to remind me.
- Unemployed since February 22. Longest stretch since I was 16 I haven't had a job. Quick run down of all the places I have worked; K-mart (16), Pizza Hut (16-20), Kenyon Construction (18), Mobil (18-20), the Wherehouse (20-23), GEICO (21-27), Anchor General (27-31). And I also spent time working for De La Cruz Structural Steel.

The things that have me getting up after a restless night,smiling, and still appreciating life;

- I don't live in Somalia, Iraq, Liberia, Rwanda....
- The daily suicide checks from Brandon. they always start with " You still alive? why?" Haha Known this guy since 5th grade and he is one of the most blunt and forward, doesnt give a rats ass if you don't like what he says people. But he calls me daily to talk a little shit, give me some backhanded compliments on my life, and throws in some words of encouragement.
- throughout this I have managed to get into some sort of shape- met with the ex for the first time in a few months and can't remember any time when we were married she threw a compliment my way. but she did manage a " you look like you're kinda of losing some weight..." ha!
- The music I listen to- always there for me when no one else can be.
- This site, for all you that read it even knowing full well it will have some depressing ass shit, thanks. But more importantly its been a release to get shit out of my mind, remind me of good times had with good people. If you have ever been involved in one of the outings that make this blog, I thank you for having hung out and put up with me. I reread all of these myself, not because of the excellent writing, music or hilarity I manage to describe, but because it reminds me of all you all.
- My kids. Danny on Saturday while I was making dinner comes up to me and tells me that while I was busy cooking and that by the way he appreciated that I was making a good dinner, lets me know that he has organized and cleaned up the TV room. It has been where I am organizing all my cds and frankly it was in disarray. he took the time to clean it up on his own. While many parents claim it, well I'll just say my kids are in the top percent of greatest kids on this planet.
-The world, no matter how bad and exaggerated  my mind may make this all out to be, there are other people out there that have it much much worse. some don't eat cuz they don't have food, some don't sleep because they don't have a place to sleep. It's not a "thank god I'm not them" feeling- its more a what you're going through isn't "that bad in the grand scheme of things" feeling
- Me, cuz throughout all of this I still consider myself one Bad Ass Mother fucker. There are just lapses sometimes.

So (ul) Amazing (Steel Blazing)- by Blu and Exile. Leo actually found them on myspace one day trying to find some music. very impressive album.

The Listening

So I am on a council at my kids' school that decides how funds are spent. I have been on this council since 2006. I am the youngest, only minority, and only male parent on this council. And it being Santee about the only non conservative. I decided to run for the position back in 2006 just to see how the school was spending its budget. I won the seat really only because they needed a minority in the council. Fine with me. I have ended up having to actually speak up on some of the bullshit other members of the council were trying to introduce. Previously other council members have wanted money spent on banning text books that stated marriage was between two people not just a man and woman. That a family could be made up of two same sex couples and their kids. I was the one of 2 people that were against this waste of money. There was also the time when somebody wanted to block a single stall unisex bathroom, because they felt it was just approving the homosexual lifestyle. Again this had nothing to do with what our council was about. But I had to explain that maybe some kids aren't just yet comfortable with multiple stalls and going to the restroom with other people in the bathroom. Maybe that was a reason for having a single stall one. The one thing that passed that I wasnt happy about was the replacing of P. E. with ball room dancing for some grade groups. I just felt it was a waste of money and with kids exercising less and less, P.E. has become the only time some of these kids do. Whatever. Yesterday we were going over the budget. We don't exactly get to come up with the budget- the principal comes up with it and basically just wants us to approve her decisions. The G.A.T.E. program is usually allocated around 15,000 dollars from the State of California that in the past could only be spent on G.A.T.E. Well due to the budget problems of the State, they relaxed that rule this year and said that money could be spent on anything. So the Principal decided cut the GATE budget down to... $2000. Now I understand that the schools and their budgets have taken a huge hit and yeah maybe some of the GATE funds should be spread around a little- but 86% of it? And the main place where this extra money is going? Printing costs. The principal speaks about the need to lower printing cost and duplication all while handing the 15 or so people there about 15 pages of stuff she printed out. We don't need any of this. We are in a room that has the capability to have a computer screen projected for all to see. Except she is not computer savvy to get it done. Will that solve the printing cost issue? No. But I can imagine the waste that is going on by the staff of this school. Anyways I also like during these meetings when test scores are presented. I love the excuses or shifts in conversation that occur when the faculty present some of the lower test scores. 

"But if you look back 3 years ago, we really freakin sucked. now we still suck, but just a little less." 

"Yeah they aren't where they should be but look at the other schools in our district they scored lower than us..." 

And other things like that. So yesterday The principal brings about a vote to allot a big chunk of the budget to a literary support position. No real explanation of what the person in this position would actually be doing, who it would be, why it was necessary. So I asked for a written description of the job duties and qualifications for the position. There wasn't one. She just explains what they were hopefully gonna be doing and who hopefully would be doing it. I dunno I just thought that if you were gonna try to hire for a position, you would already have a written description and the qualifications for the position all set to go so that people could apply. Just saying...

Last time I found myself unemployed was in 2006. I was just burned out by being at GEICO. There had been a couple of supervisors that I had managed to alienate and they were making it hell for me. I was young and immature so I know this was mostly on me. I wasn't conforming real well to their expectations and having already been told a year prior by the director of underwriting that I had blown my shot at ever being a supervisor in the underwriting department, I stopped giving a shit. But the supervisors who hate me did suck. It was all about favoritism that I had tried to point out on multiple occasions but since it was me, no one cared. Well both of the supervisors that pretty much caused me to quit ended up getting fired. So at least they finally opened their eyes. One a couple of years later actually applied to Anchor General while I was running the underwriting department there- I seriously almost thought about calling her up for an interview, not to be malicious but to give her a second chance. I knew she had just been fired and I knew she had just bought a house. I also knew she knew her shit even though she had been the opposite of cool with me. I was thinking maybe since I wouldnt be an a-hole to her and would actually be fair to her, this could work. So I go into my boss' office and explain the situation. Tell her the past history I had with her ( I actually demoted myself at geico from a lead/trainer position after repeated attempts of me to hash out issues between her and me, in HR failed. My concerns just fell on deaf ears) I would be comfortable and that this person would actually benefit the company. My boss decided against it. I don't exactly remember the conversation but it was something along the lines that I shouldnt be taking pity on someone who had treated me the way she had. I  think this should have been one of my first clues of how my boss operated...  Anyways it was May of 2006. I was gonna go on about My PA trip, my interview with Nationwide, and the ridiculous events that followed such a poor interview. but I hate sitting here typing away during the day. I actually slept last night for more than 4 hours for the first time in weeks and feel rested.

The Listening by Little Brother- I'm on a mini LB kick right now...

Keep Livin'

I really enjoy spending time at Hugo's house. The atmosphere there is relaxing and really takes stress from the mind. They have a  huge backyard that is perfect for get togethers- the kind I hope to one day have myself. Yeah maybe I should already have it by now but whatever. They also have a huge pool which is perfect for the kids to go swimming on scorching days such as these. There is a calmness there where you can chill and drink on a slower pace, have good conversation and let the day pass you by. These are the times where I am at my best. Tonight's conversation revolved around Hugo's dad's and uncle's trip to Argentina not too long ago. They went for New Year's. They spoke about the cheapness of good food and good wine. About the neighborhoods to avoid and about the advice when traveling in such areas.
" If you walk there at night with a camera, don't worry about losing your camera, worry about losing your wife..."
" But my camera is expensive..." haha
we also talked about the italian influence south america has and how people from there kind of talk with an Italian accent...
" Olvidartelooo" haha
Argentina is on my places I need to visit before I die or else I'm gonna haunt the fuck outta somebody list. Anyways it was good to get out there after watching both the Chargers and Padres both lose. We were also waiting for the premiere of... Eastbound and Down. Excellent show. Hugo was recording it from  eastern HBO so it was perfect. I could watch it and still have the kids back at home in time for their bed time. Seeing as I am only getting them every other weekend now I relax on the 9 oclock bedtime I am supposed to impose. I let them go until 10. I despise the fact that I can't do the things I am used to doing with them. We were hardly ever home when I had them before- it was always either the zoo, wild animal park, sea world, out and about around old town, point loma- anywhere but sitting at home and just walking down to the park. I am hoping that they can stick with the memories of where we have gone- the countless disneyland trips, LA trips, the trip to San Francisco, until I can get back up from this fall. Honestly I think it was a mistake for me to let them stop coming over every other week. It left me with too much time by myself. I'm not good by myself, Hence all the outings, waking up in random places, beds, couches- with some of the most random people sometimes. I remember once I went to this party in Monterey that a co worker from the wherehouse had invited me too.  Man he was really into house music, so much so that when I moved away I gave him my vinyl collection. Anyways as the party was winding down this guy and girl who didnt live in Monterey but in Marina- a good 20 minutes away couldnt get a ride back. So what the hell I offered. They in turn said they would make some food and they had some beer and that they would treat me for being such a cool person. I had not even spoken with them during the night, had never met them, but not wanting to go back to my shoe size apartment to be alone, I offered the ride. Lot of people there for some reason don't have their own vehicles. So anyways there we are in the front of their apartment grilling steaks at 2 in the morning. After a few beers I come to find out the guy has just gotten out of prison. awesome. The girl he had just met recently and had no place to live so he offered to house her. sweet. She goes off to bed and he begins to tell me his prison stories, why he was in jail (drug dealing), and how much of an ass kicker he was. I at this point am regretting the decision to have given them a ride. Now I am not small in stature but we're talking about a man who had seen shankings in prison (or so he had told me) so I begin to concoct this story of my own run in with the law. This was pre Pennsylvania, pre PB outings- so I really didnt have any other than traffic stops. But I manage to come up about a time when I was in Brooklyn in New York staying with some cousins and how a friend of theirs asked me to do him a favor. I was to deliver a package via subway to some house and in return I would get paid a nice chunk of change. So I say that I agreed but that police stopped me in the subway as I was about to board and sensing problems I tossed the "package" the police see me doing it but can never find what I tossed. They take me to the precinct anyways to question me (as you can see I am not a good liar and or story teller) after 2 hours of asking me who I was working for what I had thrown and not being able to find it ( I add that some bum or something must have found it and made off with it) they had to let me go. I then think of the trouble I am going to get with my cousin's friend for not delivering the package and decide I should call him from the precinct to have it as verification that I got picked up. I ended the story with the guy saying I owed him money and me not having it bailed a couple of days later back home and that I was living in Monterey because they all they knew is that I lived in southern california. After a few seconds where I'm wondering if this guy believed this shit (god knows I wouldnt have). he just replies "Hardcore man I would have done the same thing." I take this as my queue to leave dismissing his insistence that I should hang out smoke some herb and play video games. Don't remember his name and I dont remember ever giving mine.

Again I am not good at being by myself.

Keep livin from Jean Grae cuz like her right now I'm not lovin life- just livin it.

For You

So yesterday I met up with a couple of ex co workers. I was relieved that it turned out only to be a couple of cats and their friends. Don't know I guess I am over having to explain what happened.  Anyways we hit up this place called Maria Maria's. I guess its owned by Carlos Santana or something. It in the Mission Valley part of San Diego. At first as Carlos and I were walking up to the place, it looked too pompous a place to drink for a happy hour. But it turned out they have a big list of margaritas and on thursdays they are all half off. Its actually a pretty cool set up with a huge patio, and the bar is pretty open space wise. After a few drinks at the bar we decided to go sit outside by the fire pit and take in some of the live music they had going on. It was just some guy and his guitar do some pretty bad versions of beatles and sublime songs. Sometimes a lady would get up and do her own hatchet job on other "classics". Anyways Carlos and Waldo start talking up running and trails to hike including this one somewhere around palm springs that leads up to San Jacinto and Carlos talks about how at the end of the hike there is a bar. Now that sounds like a trail I'd like to take on.

Did I mention that the margaritas were half off?

So the happy hour turns into a " we should eat dinner so that we can drive home" event. Carlos' special lady friend and one of her friends show up for dinner and us four separated from the group and found a table. You ever been around someone who just has no tact? It is incredibly amusing. Even though I felt bad for the waitress I just couldn't stop it from continuing. Judy or Junelee? was never quite sure of her name- loud atmosphere + 7 margaritas = Roy's lost hearing. Anyways just the way she went about ordering, asking for items, asking for the menu to be brought back, was highly entertaining. Blunt and forward.  And I would later find out, she can drink. After some fun conversation, she decides she wants to keep the party going and mentions that she knows where there is a 3 dollar vodka night. My spider senses begin tingling- this might be trouble. Turns out it was this bar in North Park called True North- weekend dooshery but for 3 dollar vodka night I was willing to go along for the ride on this Thursday. Now don't get me wrong the layout of the place is actually pretty cool- its just the clientele that wants to make it the Dooshy place of North Park. I begin to wonder if my attire will even get me in. I was just planning on happy hour at some mexican restaurant so I rocked the normal shirt, shorts, flip flop attire. haha " who is Smores? is he handing him a smore? Is he yur best friend? did you draw that yourself? I want smores now"
" No Judy/Junelee- he is a rapper- Murs. and I don't own my own silk screen equipment the shirt came this way."
Anyways I am the first to get in line for this place and of course everyone in front of me is all dressed up- but I guess i am just that cool where I can be the only guy in flip flops and shorts that gets let into to the sea of Ed Hardy shirts, oversized belt buckles, and sports jackets. After everyone shows up and a couple of drinks at the bar in which I reigned in the lack of tact a little bit by just buying her the first drink, we decide to go play some pool. Now apparently their rule is you have to be drunk to play, which I felt I was sufficiently. But the fact that I was the only one making shots and that I actually ran the table from break to banked 8 ball (yeah I can be a bad ass at pool when I want used to own a pool table) during one game made judy/junelee turn into a shot buying machine patron, whiskey, 3 wise men, more whiskey. vodka- mind you this was after my own purchases of... Vodka Soda. I wasn't drunken enough for her apparently. It was also during pool while I was aiming for a shot that security came up to me and told me they had a dress code and that no boxers could be showing and that I needed to pull my shorts up. haha fine. So after pool the girls needed a cigarette break and this place has a lounge outside with a bar where you can smoke.
" Roy you and Mores need a smoke"
"I don't smoke"
" They are ultra lights its not smoking really just like light up air"
"Then why smoke it?"
" You just smoke." as she shoves the cigarette on me...
" No that's ok I don't smoke thanks though..."

Haha, so anyways all four of us are just hanging out smoking when she decides I'm still not drunk enough and wanders off to buy more shots. Carlos and Mayling at this point had shut down but I am not one to shy away from another round. Except she never quite makes it back. after a while we decide to see if maybe she has finally passed out somewhere. She ends up being outside with another group sees Carlos and me and starts talking about how she wants real good food. Carlos mentions a good Italian place and she is repulsed by that fact. She wants " Real Authentic Mexican food" and begins to barrage Carlos and me about us needing to know a good place cuz we're mexican and that we all need to go out tomorrow night and find some good damn mexian food. Finally to get her to calm down I say a place in Old town in good but she replies that she doesnt want any damn enchiladas she wants real down south mexican food- no tacos, no enchiliadas, no burritos. Carlos Mayling and me want to leave so I finally tell her fine we'll go and I'll order for you.
"Tomorrow 8 pm! us four going to old town 8 pm! I'm gonna eat what he's ordering." was the last things we heard as we were walking away.

Aw shit somewhere during all this I agreed to do the 5k mud run " Carlos, no 250 lb man should run through mud- he won't survive.  Your shoes have to be taped? the mud goes up to your thighs? my knees? and you really think this is a good idea for me?" haha  my pleas were ignored. So now I'm off to go train for that.

For you, from the classic album by Little Brother, The Listening. An album and a group that you all should have been listening to.

Warning

I would like to thank Joel for his invention of the Water and Dip diet. I believe it has been the catalyst since I started dipping again for me to have finally left the 250s behind. I hadnt weighed myself in over 2 weeks and was very satisfied to see I'm now at 244. Actually 33 lbs since May. Realistically I'm trying to make it to the 220s. Optimistically I'm shooting for my freshman weight of 211. I was still fat then but figure 4 inches and age this time well make me look more handsome than I already am. I am a card carrying alumni of the Handsome Boy Modeling school afterall- it only took 60 bucks. So I decided to celebrate today by actually eating other than oatmeal and bananas at home. Moms made some excellent machaca. I also have pretty much cut out Soda or Pop if you're from the midwest. Sticking with a D staple too and having tea more than ever. Uggh, and some agua de jamaica as well. not a fan but according to mexican lore it cleans out the kidneys and you all know I need that. How long has it been since I have been 244? 1998. 12 long years. I actually ended up getting down to 236. It was the last time I was so heavily into basketball that Hugo, some guy we used to know by the name of Jim, some other dude by the name of Mike and me were on the hoop it up circuit. Our next tour stop that year was LA for the hoop it up tournament up there. Actually it was in Winnetka. We had had a poor showing in October at the San Diego one and were fiercely attempting to rectify that. That tourney we avenged our loss to the other lesser team from Santee. Well it was only a lesser team because I wasnt on it... haha nah everyone was good. We also had a good run into the playoffs where after a night of heavy drinking we barely fell to some long armed mexicans from the valley. It was a hard fought game but the previous evening of celebrating my birthday had me running out of gas.  I remember we had all packed about 12 of us into the van for that journey. I also remember getting yelled at constantly for falling asleep on the way back, haha, I also remember forgetting where the bathroom was late at night and taking a leak on the sliding glass door hahaha. Anyways It was good to have a small cheering section- good times. maybe we can do it again sometime in the 30 and over leagues. Attempt to relive the glory haha.
Warning from biggie smalls because it was also Joel who finally convinced me to give him a shot. I was one of the few that saw where P diddy, master P and all them were taking rap to and I was reluctant to even attempt to like anything coming out of their labels. I have always been heavily into the underground less heralded but way more talented lyrically hip hop artists and even though I ended up being right about the future on this one account, well sometimes you gotta have an open mind and just listen. I am off to see if the music trader on el cajon blvd is still open I don't think it is but after paying what I had to pay at the post office to send a part of my legendary collection to some internet site, 5 bucks in gas to make some serious cash is well worth it

Think I'll try to ascend Cowles mountain tomorrow in 35 minutes or less tomorrow.

Pour Me Another

Mornings afters and walks of shame, the bartender knows me by my real name... I decided that I'm selling my cd collection. tough choice, but I have it all on itunes and media player anyways and I figure I should get a good chunk of change. a couple of cd's I'm gonna try to sell on ebay because they are out of print and heard a couple of years ago they were going for like 50 bucks. probably not going for that anymore but I figure I might still get more than what the average price second spin is gonna give me. I have over 500 cds. 450 which are hip hop. Thats what I'm doing tonight- scanning them all in to sell to this website. gonna take a while. Also gonna sell my dj hero game- you had to figure I owned that right?
I also saw on monster today a posting for a writer's job. To go and do reviews of bars and clubs and other happenings in SD. Not sure how it works but they want grammatically correct shit. I guess I could try and fix my writing issues with spell checks. Its the whole paragraph thing I have problems with. Maybe when I get a job I'll throw down some money and actually take some more writing courses. I remember Joel and me took a  creative writing course once and the highlight of it was when I wrote a play. About a night of working at a gas station. 2 main characters one of which sold cocaine on the side. I remember thinking people wouldn't understand why a coke dealer would work a normal job, so I gave him some morals. He had three rules. Never sell to school kids, Never sell to pregnant chicks, and stop selling to anyone that was losing everything in order to get high. He spends the night talking about not liking the notoriety of being a dealer to his co worker, which is why he also worked at the gas station and also talked about how he was just doing it to get through college. He wanted to end up being a teacher. Things happen throughout the night, a drunk guy, a robber, a lost family on vacation all make appearances. Anyways out of all the bullshit I wrote, this is the one that got the attention of the whole class. I should have ran with it. Instead I just sipped on the morgan and punch I would take to class to get through the critique sessions. Who knows I'm not dead yet- I am only 32. Maybe I'll end up writing my own version of Factotum. Charles Bukowski was cool.

You wanna talk about trashy reality tv? I am watchin swamp people. Trashy and boring- not one of the  History channel's highlights. I do like me some Pawn Stars. Anyways I'm off to start my fire sale. :(

Wish I could find that play. Its somewhere here in the vaults. And sometimes I just really wish I could say what I wanna say instead of writing it.

Pour me another. Atmosphere. Maybe if I start throwing the lyrics you people might finally understand what the fascination is all about.