Since starting this blog I have had heard all kinds of things from friends, associates, etc. Two of my boys ask if I needed a hug? A lady friend said that she better not show up in here. There are a few people that aren't talking to me. There are some who are worried. I had another friend tell me to keep on writing and that is what I am going to do!
Here are some random thoughts...
Over 200 people died in those storms across the South last night and that is terrible. But why does it take a natural disaster, a war, or something that is so called "news worthy" to grab everyones attention? People are dying every day from disease, famine, murder, old age and on a daily basis most of us don't give a damn unless it hits close to home.
I have put some of my ugliest, scariest, best, and worst thoughts on here but why can't we all share those? I don't mean put it on the web like I do but how many can't tell anyone at all? We all have things to hide including my nutty ass. And why? Most likely because we are scared to be judged or to loose someone or something.
How many times a day do you think about doing something different, taking a risk, chasing a dream, telling someone how you really feel, and then you don't do a thing? What if you miss that opportunity, what if you look back and wonder what if, what if you loose someone and they never knew what they really meant to you?
Ethnocentrism....a lot of you know that this basically means that someone believes that their way of life is best or superior. That isn't Webster's definition but you get the point. I'm guilty of it. I think we live in the best country in the world but how the hell would I know? I have not lived in other countries. How often do we judge other's lifestyles or beliefs? We sit around and "people watch" just to make fun of their apperance and laugh about it. I have made fun of people and talked about their appearance on this damn blog. Want to really piss someone off? Talk about their religion and tell them you think they are wrong. But who really knows?!
If I put everything I have seen and been around on here I would shock the hell out of most of you. I am just giving you the mild shit and mild thoughts. I have been knocked down many times and have brought a lot of that on myself too but I always get back on my damn feet. I have swallowed my pride and told someone how I feel. I took a huge risk and I stress more than almost any of you know. So before you give me the cold shoulder, write me off, or judge me...take a look in the rear view and see if you like the view.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
I like V Necks!
There are certain rules that I have made up and try and live by. Well someone decided to break one Saturday so now I am going to recap what happened. Let us begin...
Saturday afternoon I stroll my happy ass back to my place of business to check on a few things and get a little work done. One of my employees is almost laughing when she tells me someone left something for me. I see a bag and what the hell is inside it?! My damn t-shirt. What kind of adult shows up at someones place of business with their clothes?! Now from previous blogs I have admitted to doing some really stupid stuff at someones business. Not going into details again but I have never showed up with clothes. So this is what I am going to do. How's about I tell everyone how she got it.
10pm Friday night Darkness (a friend of mine is "Darkness") shows up at my residence with a bottle of liquor. Him and I listen to music, drink beer and start taking shots. We call this pregaming! This is when we plan our attack and it helps save money and people already look better when you get to your destination. We hit up one of our usual spots and it is dead. We then head to a hole in the wall spot where one of my friends bartends and start getting after it. Now we are there for one reason and I told you before that reason is to hit on women. There aren't that many in attendance so we head out and go to one more spot. When I walk in I see a lovely woman that has rejected me in the past but who gives a shit I ask her if she is going to let me buy her a drink. She knows me pretty well and knows I am full of shit so she laughs and says yes.
Side note: she agreed last year to have a drink with me but I ask her best friend out the same damn day without knowing they were friends! I should have did some research first. Back to Friday night...
Her and I are talking when Darkness walks up and ask if I saw the girl in brown and black. I say no so of course he points her out and we are plotting again. I do notice her friend looking at me so I know what has to be done. I go introduce myself to the whole group. The girl wearing the brown and black isn't the one I am after even though she is a lot more attractive. I told you all in the past that we let the women choose the men and it worked like a mofo Friday night! Darkness is getting tired and it is late so he tells me that he is out. I say cool, be safe and hit me up tomorrow. Back to the damn t-shirt queen! So I don't get sued lets call her Irene. Irene ask what I do for a living. Which means how much money do I make. But I play the game and tell her that I am a dish washer. We keep the bullshit going for a while and she says where did your friend go? I tell her that he already left and she ask if I need a ride home. Jackpot!! The damn t-shirt quenn drives a car that probably cost 50 or 60k and she informs me that she is a pharmicist and she is from a different country and does have an awesome accent. I am giving details of Irene because she showed up at my place of business with that damn shirt! We go inside and she ask me for my shirt, I said give me yours and you can have mine. I will let you figure the rest out but what is the moral of this story?! Well I don't have morals is one part of it and the other part is, yeah I really do like v necks but is one worth me putting your business on the web?!
I hope you enjoyed and remember everyone has skeletons in their closet but I have a mother f'ing graveyard in mine!
Cheers!!
Saturday afternoon I stroll my happy ass back to my place of business to check on a few things and get a little work done. One of my employees is almost laughing when she tells me someone left something for me. I see a bag and what the hell is inside it?! My damn t-shirt. What kind of adult shows up at someones place of business with their clothes?! Now from previous blogs I have admitted to doing some really stupid stuff at someones business. Not going into details again but I have never showed up with clothes. So this is what I am going to do. How's about I tell everyone how she got it.
10pm Friday night Darkness (a friend of mine is "Darkness") shows up at my residence with a bottle of liquor. Him and I listen to music, drink beer and start taking shots. We call this pregaming! This is when we plan our attack and it helps save money and people already look better when you get to your destination. We hit up one of our usual spots and it is dead. We then head to a hole in the wall spot where one of my friends bartends and start getting after it. Now we are there for one reason and I told you before that reason is to hit on women. There aren't that many in attendance so we head out and go to one more spot. When I walk in I see a lovely woman that has rejected me in the past but who gives a shit I ask her if she is going to let me buy her a drink. She knows me pretty well and knows I am full of shit so she laughs and says yes.
Side note: she agreed last year to have a drink with me but I ask her best friend out the same damn day without knowing they were friends! I should have did some research first. Back to Friday night...
Her and I are talking when Darkness walks up and ask if I saw the girl in brown and black. I say no so of course he points her out and we are plotting again. I do notice her friend looking at me so I know what has to be done. I go introduce myself to the whole group. The girl wearing the brown and black isn't the one I am after even though she is a lot more attractive. I told you all in the past that we let the women choose the men and it worked like a mofo Friday night! Darkness is getting tired and it is late so he tells me that he is out. I say cool, be safe and hit me up tomorrow. Back to the damn t-shirt queen! So I don't get sued lets call her Irene. Irene ask what I do for a living. Which means how much money do I make. But I play the game and tell her that I am a dish washer. We keep the bullshit going for a while and she says where did your friend go? I tell her that he already left and she ask if I need a ride home. Jackpot!! The damn t-shirt quenn drives a car that probably cost 50 or 60k and she informs me that she is a pharmicist and she is from a different country and does have an awesome accent. I am giving details of Irene because she showed up at my place of business with that damn shirt! We go inside and she ask me for my shirt, I said give me yours and you can have mine. I will let you figure the rest out but what is the moral of this story?! Well I don't have morals is one part of it and the other part is, yeah I really do like v necks but is one worth me putting your business on the web?!
I hope you enjoyed and remember everyone has skeletons in their closet but I have a mother f'ing graveyard in mine!
Cheers!!
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Who Laid the Egg?!
I thought about giving my spill on Easter and how I really don't give a shit and then my mind started thinking about different things. Put this puzzle together...
I think about her. I have watched her sleep. The only woman that has ever been close to me. I know she reads this and may worry. She knows I'm not crazy. She knows I would give her my life if she needed it. I know you may think i'm crazy. Her friends probably tell her to stay away from me. She probably listens to them. She knows I am writing this with a few in me. They don't really know me. She/they have stuck their neck out for me. I have fucked that up. I know that there are few people that know me. I know this may seem like a journal online. I know who I love. I know that sadly if I don't love you then fuck you. I know my nieces and nephew smiles are gorgeous. I know they are too young to realize I let them down. I know I am a fucking machine. My lack of sleep and motive to work is going to kill me. I know that this may bother you but it doesn't bother me. I know I am not scared. I know some of you may think I am reaching out. I know you are wrong, I just told you I am a fucking machine! I know her friends really think I am bad for her after readinag that shit. I know some of you worry. I know I don't. I know I looked into those eyes and saw a future. I know that I was kidding myself. I know a family scares me. I know I am a selfish ass for writing this. I know that I am scared of kids. I know because I would have to put them first. I know that some of you reading this will think I need a hug or text. I know you are wrong. I know what I am doing. I know this shit is free for the world to see. I know I don't give a fuck. And I know that everyone has an opinion. I know that most of you wouldn't air your dirty laundry and then again I know none of you are me.
I think about her. I have watched her sleep. The only woman that has ever been close to me. I know she reads this and may worry. She knows I'm not crazy. She knows I would give her my life if she needed it. I know you may think i'm crazy. Her friends probably tell her to stay away from me. She probably listens to them. She knows I am writing this with a few in me. They don't really know me. She/they have stuck their neck out for me. I have fucked that up. I know that there are few people that know me. I know this may seem like a journal online. I know who I love. I know that sadly if I don't love you then fuck you. I know my nieces and nephew smiles are gorgeous. I know they are too young to realize I let them down. I know I am a fucking machine. My lack of sleep and motive to work is going to kill me. I know that this may bother you but it doesn't bother me. I know I am not scared. I know some of you may think I am reaching out. I know you are wrong, I just told you I am a fucking machine! I know her friends really think I am bad for her after readinag that shit. I know some of you worry. I know I don't. I know I looked into those eyes and saw a future. I know that I was kidding myself. I know a family scares me. I know I am a selfish ass for writing this. I know that I am scared of kids. I know because I would have to put them first. I know that some of you reading this will think I need a hug or text. I know you are wrong. I know what I am doing. I know this shit is free for the world to see. I know I don't give a fuck. And I know that everyone has an opinion. I know that most of you wouldn't air your dirty laundry and then again I know none of you are me.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Dirty Martini!
It has been brought to my attention through feedback that some people may not think all of this blog is true or accurate. Well, well, enjoy this fun filled adventure.
I may have broken a finger and still not know how I did it.
I may have swallowed a top to a beer bottle while playing a drinking game. I may have ate a lot of fast food to wash it down so i didn't choke to death in my sleep. I may have had an allergic reaction to the metal and went to the emergency room. I may have witnessed doctors and nurses laugh at me when the x-ray showed the cap in my belly. I may have been scared to go to the bathroom for a week.
I may have been jumped on by a few people while uptown. I may have decided that the fight wasn't over. I may have been drug by a car that they were driving. I may have been bleeding. I might of went to my lady friends house and bled everywhere until i was bandaged up. I might have been stuck on band aid cause band aid was stuck on me.
I may have had a gun put really close to my face because I was running my mouth to the wrong people. I may have shut the hell up...quickly.
My forehead may have met some brick steps on my 24th birthday. I may have used a band aid again that night. I might have stumbled into a girls room while bleeding because i thought it was a bathroom. She may have been scared shitless and maybe she is my friend now.
I may have feel into another girls closet. I might be glad that she had a lot of clothes to break my fall.
I might have ran my car off the road while trying to make it to a party. I may have ran over a sign and ripped my damn fender off. I may have slept in my car and friends cars on multiple occasions. I may have done it once because i couldn't find the house key. i may have found that key the next day in my pocket.
I may have told a woman on vacation something really mean. She may have said that I was going to meet Jesus before the trip was over. I might have said if you don't leave me the fuck alone you and your kids are going to meet him tonight. I may have met the security team and had my photo placed in the office.
I may have some head trauma and I might not remember exactly what happened or any of it.
I may have been going on a first date and when i went to pull my car keys out i may have dropped a condom on her foot. I might have used it later.
I might have made a girl take a morning after pill at the bar in front of my friends because i didn't trust her. She might not speak to me anymore.
I might not know her name. She might not be the only one.
I may have been kicked out of a lot of bars in Charlotte. I may have peed in a fire place in the middle of a bar on a saturday night. I might have told the bouncer that i would leave once i was done. I might have gotten my ass grabbed by a man. I may have comtemplated throwing him down a flight of steps but decided that i didn't like jail that much.
I may have fled the scene a few times (you get no details on this one).
I might have told her that if she didn't stop talking that i was going to drive this car off a fucking bridge. Her little sister in the back seat may not have liked that comment.
This might only be the tip of the iceberg.
I may have a dirty martini this saturday and write about sunday!
I may have broken a finger and still not know how I did it.
I may have swallowed a top to a beer bottle while playing a drinking game. I may have ate a lot of fast food to wash it down so i didn't choke to death in my sleep. I may have had an allergic reaction to the metal and went to the emergency room. I may have witnessed doctors and nurses laugh at me when the x-ray showed the cap in my belly. I may have been scared to go to the bathroom for a week.
I may have been jumped on by a few people while uptown. I may have decided that the fight wasn't over. I may have been drug by a car that they were driving. I may have been bleeding. I might of went to my lady friends house and bled everywhere until i was bandaged up. I might have been stuck on band aid cause band aid was stuck on me.
I may have had a gun put really close to my face because I was running my mouth to the wrong people. I may have shut the hell up...quickly.
My forehead may have met some brick steps on my 24th birthday. I may have used a band aid again that night. I might have stumbled into a girls room while bleeding because i thought it was a bathroom. She may have been scared shitless and maybe she is my friend now.
I may have feel into another girls closet. I might be glad that she had a lot of clothes to break my fall.
I might have ran my car off the road while trying to make it to a party. I may have ran over a sign and ripped my damn fender off. I may have slept in my car and friends cars on multiple occasions. I may have done it once because i couldn't find the house key. i may have found that key the next day in my pocket.
I may have told a woman on vacation something really mean. She may have said that I was going to meet Jesus before the trip was over. I might have said if you don't leave me the fuck alone you and your kids are going to meet him tonight. I may have met the security team and had my photo placed in the office.
I may have some head trauma and I might not remember exactly what happened or any of it.
I may have been going on a first date and when i went to pull my car keys out i may have dropped a condom on her foot. I might have used it later.
I might have made a girl take a morning after pill at the bar in front of my friends because i didn't trust her. She might not speak to me anymore.
I might not know her name. She might not be the only one.
I may have been kicked out of a lot of bars in Charlotte. I may have peed in a fire place in the middle of a bar on a saturday night. I might have told the bouncer that i would leave once i was done. I might have gotten my ass grabbed by a man. I may have comtemplated throwing him down a flight of steps but decided that i didn't like jail that much.
I may have fled the scene a few times (you get no details on this one).
I might have told her that if she didn't stop talking that i was going to drive this car off a fucking bridge. Her little sister in the back seat may not have liked that comment.
This might only be the tip of the iceberg.
I may have a dirty martini this saturday and write about sunday!
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Stress!!!
Sometimes I like to write just random crazy shit that has happened in my life and occasionally I like to write about life in general. It is almost like I take my pants off and put a skirt on but it helps me cope so kiss my arse if you don't like it.
Here we go with the topic at hand of "stress!" What causes stress in my life? A lot of shit!! I am always stressed when it comes to business. Now I do have one rule on this blog and that is I will not bring up my business or involve it in this madness! The only thing I will say is that I have had to make some of the hardest decisions of my life since owning a business. But it is kind of like being a captain on a ship, I have to keep my chin up and try and make shit happen no matter what!
Next matter is personal stress. There are a few things that relate to this and the biggest is fear of failure. I have became very good at putting mind over matter but there is a dark side to that too. I can become obsessive. Not serial killer or crazy ass rapist obsessive but when I really want something I can not give up on it. I was once told by a friend that I do not have a "yellow light" in my life. She was exactly right, it is either stop or go! Here are some examples of me going ape shit and obsessing.
College...A lot of people don't know that I was actually kicked out of school once. I had to work and pay bills and also I was drinking like a damn fish. We are going to keep this shit honest so there you go. What did I do? One day I decided to go back and it was on. 12 hrs of summer school 4 A's later and after begging and begging I was let back into school on probation. I knocked out 57 credit hrs in three semesters while working about 50 hrs a week. I lost weight, have myself an ulcer, threw up blood for a couple of days and lost touch with a lot of people. But I got that damn piece of paper (maybe I should frame that joker?)!!
Now you know I can't blog without saying something about women! They make the damn world go around and I love you all! Hell I like you so much that I got a picture of a woman tattooed on my thigh! She is with me at all times and she hearts me (i said "hearts" ,haha). I have to be careful about what I say because I am surprised at who actually reads all this crap. I have been blindsided by a woman once in my illustrious career and it hurt like a son of a bitch! Before I get my ass in to too much trouble I will just say this. Besides prom and funerals I can not remember buying flowers. There is an exception though. I bought so many damn flowers for someone that you would think that I robbed a fucking botanical garden. I can't even smell the damn things! My friend took a damn picture for proff! They were different colors and I even wrote shit on the damn card! I thought I studied whoreticulture not horticulture (talking about me not her). I even bought a damn fruit flower! You should have saw this thing, pineapples, strawberries, grapes, there may have been a fucking nectarine in there for all I know! A fruit buying a fruit flower (I just threw my man card in the trash)! Why did I do this? Because I was stressed out and had made my mind up that I wanted something. I want the vase that they came in back! haha
Ummm, I have to get back to work and get some shit done. The last thing that stresses me is a broken condom!
Haha, talk to you all soon! Cheers!!
Here we go with the topic at hand of "stress!" What causes stress in my life? A lot of shit!! I am always stressed when it comes to business. Now I do have one rule on this blog and that is I will not bring up my business or involve it in this madness! The only thing I will say is that I have had to make some of the hardest decisions of my life since owning a business. But it is kind of like being a captain on a ship, I have to keep my chin up and try and make shit happen no matter what!
Next matter is personal stress. There are a few things that relate to this and the biggest is fear of failure. I have became very good at putting mind over matter but there is a dark side to that too. I can become obsessive. Not serial killer or crazy ass rapist obsessive but when I really want something I can not give up on it. I was once told by a friend that I do not have a "yellow light" in my life. She was exactly right, it is either stop or go! Here are some examples of me going ape shit and obsessing.
College...A lot of people don't know that I was actually kicked out of school once. I had to work and pay bills and also I was drinking like a damn fish. We are going to keep this shit honest so there you go. What did I do? One day I decided to go back and it was on. 12 hrs of summer school 4 A's later and after begging and begging I was let back into school on probation. I knocked out 57 credit hrs in three semesters while working about 50 hrs a week. I lost weight, have myself an ulcer, threw up blood for a couple of days and lost touch with a lot of people. But I got that damn piece of paper (maybe I should frame that joker?)!!
Now you know I can't blog without saying something about women! They make the damn world go around and I love you all! Hell I like you so much that I got a picture of a woman tattooed on my thigh! She is with me at all times and she hearts me (i said "hearts" ,haha). I have to be careful about what I say because I am surprised at who actually reads all this crap. I have been blindsided by a woman once in my illustrious career and it hurt like a son of a bitch! Before I get my ass in to too much trouble I will just say this. Besides prom and funerals I can not remember buying flowers. There is an exception though. I bought so many damn flowers for someone that you would think that I robbed a fucking botanical garden. I can't even smell the damn things! My friend took a damn picture for proff! They were different colors and I even wrote shit on the damn card! I thought I studied whoreticulture not horticulture (talking about me not her). I even bought a damn fruit flower! You should have saw this thing, pineapples, strawberries, grapes, there may have been a fucking nectarine in there for all I know! A fruit buying a fruit flower (I just threw my man card in the trash)! Why did I do this? Because I was stressed out and had made my mind up that I wanted something. I want the vase that they came in back! haha
Ummm, I have to get back to work and get some shit done. The last thing that stresses me is a broken condom!
Haha, talk to you all soon! Cheers!!
Friday, April 15, 2011
Man Law/Guy Code!
Ladies and Gentlemen I am going to give this one away for free. This is the strict law that men are supposed to live by but a lot of them have a problem following "Man Law." We call these men...bitches! Let's get right into this one!
First Law:
You have to be a wingman no matter what! I have touched on this one in an earlier blog but wanted to clarify. If a group of guys are out and there is one or two girls fucking up the whole night someone in the group has to step up. I don't care if you're married or single but someone has to entertain. If you have to make balloon animals or juggle so be it! I always give examples so here is a vague one. I'm not going to get detailed to protect the innocent but I had a friend hook up with the most unattractive girl I have ever seen. I know it is differnet strokes for different folks but I swear this girl shaves with a fucking steak knife. I mean I got drunk and threw kitty litter at her. With that being said, he steeped up and took one for the team!
2nd Law:
This one is very simple but overlooked way too often. A girl once asked me how us guys decide who is going to hit on or try to pick the so called "hot" girl in a group setting. When you're younger you may not have enough experience to handle this but the answer is easy. We don't!! You always let the girls decide. You feel out the situation and the women will gravitate towards the guy they like eventually. You win some and you loose some on an individual level but the team always wins!
3rd Law:
You would think this one was a given but hells no it is not! You never cock block!! I shouldn't have to explain this one. If you like a girl but she is throwing at one of your friends swallow your pride buy the two of them a drink and keep it moving.
4th Law:
This is the most important one on this list! You never and I mean never tell on a man for cheating! I do not care if someone steals your wife and then cheats on her with your sister! You keep your mouth shut!! You may think I am kidding but I am not. I would lie to Jesus on Christmas to keep a friend out of trouble. Let me give you an example on this one. I was with a friend at a bar/club a few years ago here in Charlotte. We were sitting at a "L" shaped booth. I was on the end, then girl, my friend, girl. My friend is basically stuck in the middle. Up walks his girlfriend and her roommate while he has his arm around this girl. She starts going off I jump up and he says "Baby calm down." That doesn't work of course and she is still yelling crazy shit. He then says, "I just met these bitches and they ask us to sit down." Then the girl sitting chimes in "What you slept with me last night!" Now I have to get involved and start saying that these broads are lying we don't know them, yada, yada, yada. Now his girl knew we were lying but just like O.J. they couldn't prove shit!
This isn't the full list but just the highlights!! Cheers...
First Law:
You have to be a wingman no matter what! I have touched on this one in an earlier blog but wanted to clarify. If a group of guys are out and there is one or two girls fucking up the whole night someone in the group has to step up. I don't care if you're married or single but someone has to entertain. If you have to make balloon animals or juggle so be it! I always give examples so here is a vague one. I'm not going to get detailed to protect the innocent but I had a friend hook up with the most unattractive girl I have ever seen. I know it is differnet strokes for different folks but I swear this girl shaves with a fucking steak knife. I mean I got drunk and threw kitty litter at her. With that being said, he steeped up and took one for the team!
2nd Law:
This one is very simple but overlooked way too often. A girl once asked me how us guys decide who is going to hit on or try to pick the so called "hot" girl in a group setting. When you're younger you may not have enough experience to handle this but the answer is easy. We don't!! You always let the girls decide. You feel out the situation and the women will gravitate towards the guy they like eventually. You win some and you loose some on an individual level but the team always wins!
3rd Law:
You would think this one was a given but hells no it is not! You never cock block!! I shouldn't have to explain this one. If you like a girl but she is throwing at one of your friends swallow your pride buy the two of them a drink and keep it moving.
4th Law:
This is the most important one on this list! You never and I mean never tell on a man for cheating! I do not care if someone steals your wife and then cheats on her with your sister! You keep your mouth shut!! You may think I am kidding but I am not. I would lie to Jesus on Christmas to keep a friend out of trouble. Let me give you an example on this one. I was with a friend at a bar/club a few years ago here in Charlotte. We were sitting at a "L" shaped booth. I was on the end, then girl, my friend, girl. My friend is basically stuck in the middle. Up walks his girlfriend and her roommate while he has his arm around this girl. She starts going off I jump up and he says "Baby calm down." That doesn't work of course and she is still yelling crazy shit. He then says, "I just met these bitches and they ask us to sit down." Then the girl sitting chimes in "What you slept with me last night!" Now I have to get involved and start saying that these broads are lying we don't know them, yada, yada, yada. Now his girl knew we were lying but just like O.J. they couldn't prove shit!
This isn't the full list but just the highlights!! Cheers...
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Pull The Race Card?!
The other day was the 150th anniversary of the start of the Civil War. Although the Civil War was said (our history books, so who knows the truth?) to be fought to unite the union and not to end slavery I still figured I would write about the topic of racism. So let us fast forward to society now and check our progress.
First, is racism still alive and kicking?! This is actually a stupid question because we all know it is. Do I consider myself racist? Not at all but you may think different of me (I don't know and don't care if you do). Have I ever made racist jokes about all different kinds of people and cultures including my own? Hells yeah, I use the term "cracker" on a daily basis. Now before you start writing me off as a bigot or fool let me go over a couple of things.
Will I ride in a car with someone who is African American in certain areas of Charlotte at night? Nope, because we are probably going to get pulled and they are going to be looking for drugs or either a white girl in the trunk. Either way not worth it. Have almost all of you made a derogatory remark about someone who you perceive as "mexican" (just because they are latin does not mean they are mexican) because of immigration issues in Charlotte? Do not forget that I am from the South Blvd area so do not bullshit a bullshiter. Is it acceptable for an African American comedian to make fun of white people or use derogatory language? Hell yeah, and I laugh about it. Don't believe me, Chris Rock is one of my favorite comedians but I swear he uses cracker more than me. On a side note and a different topic...some of use crackers can end those penis jokes, just saying.
Now that we have the fun part out of the way if you can take a damn joke. I have been insulted because I am white. I have an African American friend who is looked down on by others because he hangs out with "white boys." You really want to see someone get mad? This is what you do if you are a white male. Put some real preppy shit on and take an African American girl out to a place where you are the minority not her. Watch what happens. On the other side of the coin, if you are African American there are places that you can take a white girl and the same shit will happen. Again, none of this bothers me put I am just showing how shit still is. I have a friend from a different ethnicity that absolutley hates another group of people. I am not going to name which two groups but he will leave the damn room if he encounters someone from that race. I don't judge him or anyone else for their beliefs as long as they don't get violent.
The last point I will make since I brought violence up. How many of you labeled or placed judgement on Musslims and or people from the Middle East after 9/11?! Think about it...
First, is racism still alive and kicking?! This is actually a stupid question because we all know it is. Do I consider myself racist? Not at all but you may think different of me (I don't know and don't care if you do). Have I ever made racist jokes about all different kinds of people and cultures including my own? Hells yeah, I use the term "cracker" on a daily basis. Now before you start writing me off as a bigot or fool let me go over a couple of things.
Will I ride in a car with someone who is African American in certain areas of Charlotte at night? Nope, because we are probably going to get pulled and they are going to be looking for drugs or either a white girl in the trunk. Either way not worth it. Have almost all of you made a derogatory remark about someone who you perceive as "mexican" (just because they are latin does not mean they are mexican) because of immigration issues in Charlotte? Do not forget that I am from the South Blvd area so do not bullshit a bullshiter. Is it acceptable for an African American comedian to make fun of white people or use derogatory language? Hell yeah, and I laugh about it. Don't believe me, Chris Rock is one of my favorite comedians but I swear he uses cracker more than me. On a side note and a different topic...some of use crackers can end those penis jokes, just saying.
Now that we have the fun part out of the way if you can take a damn joke. I have been insulted because I am white. I have an African American friend who is looked down on by others because he hangs out with "white boys." You really want to see someone get mad? This is what you do if you are a white male. Put some real preppy shit on and take an African American girl out to a place where you are the minority not her. Watch what happens. On the other side of the coin, if you are African American there are places that you can take a white girl and the same shit will happen. Again, none of this bothers me put I am just showing how shit still is. I have a friend from a different ethnicity that absolutley hates another group of people. I am not going to name which two groups but he will leave the damn room if he encounters someone from that race. I don't judge him or anyone else for their beliefs as long as they don't get violent.
The last point I will make since I brought violence up. How many of you labeled or placed judgement on Musslims and or people from the Middle East after 9/11?! Think about it...
Monday, April 11, 2011
Once Upon A Time...
As a child everyone had very high expectaions of me. I was always very intelligent and I really haven't met anyone that can learn faster than me. And yeah I'm cocky for saying that about myself but this is about what I really think. I have always wanted to be very successful and rich and have fucked up a lot of relationships and kicked myself in the ass because of the way I think. Here is how it unfolds...
As a teen I was a little shy around women and all that has changed. I mention women again in this blog because I have used a lot of them and basically made them my scapegoats. Am I a coward, an asshole, and should I probably be ashamed of myself for some of the things I have done?! Hell yeah, I am all of the above but I am not ashamed. I have molded myself into this and now I'm sharing it. How does money and being rich relate? This is how:
My dreams haven't been fulfilled and I felt like a relationship or even a girlfriend would slow me down. I dated a girl in college and she called me one night and told me how much of an asshole I am and that I only cared about money. I laughed and told her I hope she feels better about herself. I'm not bragging I am a prick for doing that and thankfully she is still my friend.
I once kicked one of best friends out of my house while she was balling her eyes out because we were arguing. I'm not completely at fault but I took the shit too far as always.
I didn't see my mother in the hospital because I was too busy working and thinking that I had to make money. I didn't flinch at her funeral and very few people have ever seen me emotional. But what if I were to walk into my boss and my mentors office a few months later crying like a damn kid because I felt guilty and at that point didn't give a fuck about money. What if my dreams about money sometimes change and I dream about her saying my name.
What if I once slapped a girl at a party because she slapped me at my apartment?! What kind of fucking prick does that?!
What if I have cussed many women out in bars? What if after one of those occasions when I sobered up and found that she was upset that I had to pull over because I had tears in my eyes?
What if I have prided myself on not apologizing to women (a couple exceptions)?!
I still have the dreams I had as a kid but now I have nightmares about some of my actions...hardest shit I have ever wrote.
So hear is my apology...
Sorry
As a teen I was a little shy around women and all that has changed. I mention women again in this blog because I have used a lot of them and basically made them my scapegoats. Am I a coward, an asshole, and should I probably be ashamed of myself for some of the things I have done?! Hell yeah, I am all of the above but I am not ashamed. I have molded myself into this and now I'm sharing it. How does money and being rich relate? This is how:
My dreams haven't been fulfilled and I felt like a relationship or even a girlfriend would slow me down. I dated a girl in college and she called me one night and told me how much of an asshole I am and that I only cared about money. I laughed and told her I hope she feels better about herself. I'm not bragging I am a prick for doing that and thankfully she is still my friend.
I once kicked one of best friends out of my house while she was balling her eyes out because we were arguing. I'm not completely at fault but I took the shit too far as always.
I didn't see my mother in the hospital because I was too busy working and thinking that I had to make money. I didn't flinch at her funeral and very few people have ever seen me emotional. But what if I were to walk into my boss and my mentors office a few months later crying like a damn kid because I felt guilty and at that point didn't give a fuck about money. What if my dreams about money sometimes change and I dream about her saying my name.
What if I once slapped a girl at a party because she slapped me at my apartment?! What kind of fucking prick does that?!
What if I have cussed many women out in bars? What if after one of those occasions when I sobered up and found that she was upset that I had to pull over because I had tears in my eyes?
What if I have prided myself on not apologizing to women (a couple exceptions)?!
I still have the dreams I had as a kid but now I have nightmares about some of my actions...hardest shit I have ever wrote.
So hear is my apology...
Sorry
Sunday, April 10, 2011
A Day Off?! And my random messed up thoughts!
I planned on taking the whole day off yesterday. A Saturday off, sleep in, bday party, beer, chase women, liquor is basically what I was thinking I was going to do. Here is how it actually went.
Friday night I take off and me and a couple of the guys head out. We decide to go to an area of Charlotte where we shouldn't run into too many people we know. We start drinking and bar hopping. That beer turns into liquor, turns into shots and the stupid shit has begun. What do you know there is a hot bartender! Lets hit on her for a minute and see if we make any progress. No progress, lets get the hell out of here and check out some spots we know. So we relocate my ass is exhausted one of my buddies is asleep in the car already. I have had enough time to cab it home and sleep.
Saturday is here! I get to sleep in for once but do I? Hells no, I am up at 745 thinking about work and about maybe showing up. Instead I watch tv for an hour or two and get moving. Shower and make a phone call. Next stop brunch. We decide that we don't want breakfast so we start drinking while we wait for lunch. Great 1030 and I am drinking. Female bartenders (why do I always date, and hit on bartenders) serving me beer, time to hit on them. One tells us that she wants to have sex with another girl just one time and the other rejects me with a smile on her face. I assure them both that I will be back.
Ok, I am now six beers deep and decide to stop at my usual watering hole. As we pull in I see a familar car and pretend like it bothers me. I know, my friends know, everyone knows that it is bullshit. It actually puts a smile on my face. Grab one of my usual seats and start my usual talk of non sense. She knows more about me than anyone walking this earth. Why the fuck did I let me guard down?! She may read this and think I crazy, maybe I am? But then again maybe everyone else is. I am determined not to make an ass out of myself, where the hell are the shots?! I'm buzzed now and my buddy leaves I stay and continue to get after it.
I start thinking how the hell am I going to get to the bday party? Shit, I start making calls and no ride, give me another shot. Damn, the red light on my phone is going off and it is a text about work. Get my tab, call a cab and I'm out the door. Back to work I'm going to miss the party. I am bad family member and uncle, I chase money before anything. I use it as a fucking excuse because I don't know how to stop. I will die trying to get rich, I don't lose, I don't ever give up.
Got everything done at work, and I am back out the door. Next bar, more shots and then to a concert. I leave the concert and head back to my usual bar and start bullshiting with another girl.
ALARM goes off! How the hell did I get home? I am by myself and I realize that this is how I am going to be until I die. I came to peace with it a long time ago. Check my phone and there is a new number and some random late nigh text. Enough of this for now, back to work so I can a dollar!
Friday night I take off and me and a couple of the guys head out. We decide to go to an area of Charlotte where we shouldn't run into too many people we know. We start drinking and bar hopping. That beer turns into liquor, turns into shots and the stupid shit has begun. What do you know there is a hot bartender! Lets hit on her for a minute and see if we make any progress. No progress, lets get the hell out of here and check out some spots we know. So we relocate my ass is exhausted one of my buddies is asleep in the car already. I have had enough time to cab it home and sleep.
Saturday is here! I get to sleep in for once but do I? Hells no, I am up at 745 thinking about work and about maybe showing up. Instead I watch tv for an hour or two and get moving. Shower and make a phone call. Next stop brunch. We decide that we don't want breakfast so we start drinking while we wait for lunch. Great 1030 and I am drinking. Female bartenders (why do I always date, and hit on bartenders) serving me beer, time to hit on them. One tells us that she wants to have sex with another girl just one time and the other rejects me with a smile on her face. I assure them both that I will be back.
Ok, I am now six beers deep and decide to stop at my usual watering hole. As we pull in I see a familar car and pretend like it bothers me. I know, my friends know, everyone knows that it is bullshit. It actually puts a smile on my face. Grab one of my usual seats and start my usual talk of non sense. She knows more about me than anyone walking this earth. Why the fuck did I let me guard down?! She may read this and think I crazy, maybe I am? But then again maybe everyone else is. I am determined not to make an ass out of myself, where the hell are the shots?! I'm buzzed now and my buddy leaves I stay and continue to get after it.
I start thinking how the hell am I going to get to the bday party? Shit, I start making calls and no ride, give me another shot. Damn, the red light on my phone is going off and it is a text about work. Get my tab, call a cab and I'm out the door. Back to work I'm going to miss the party. I am bad family member and uncle, I chase money before anything. I use it as a fucking excuse because I don't know how to stop. I will die trying to get rich, I don't lose, I don't ever give up.
Got everything done at work, and I am back out the door. Next bar, more shots and then to a concert. I leave the concert and head back to my usual bar and start bullshiting with another girl.
ALARM goes off! How the hell did I get home? I am by myself and I realize that this is how I am going to be until I die. I came to peace with it a long time ago. Check my phone and there is a new number and some random late nigh text. Enough of this for now, back to work so I can a dollar!
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Am I going to Regret This One...Probably Not!
It took me a long time to decide to do this blog because I said if I do it I am going to be honest and not hold back. Already a couple of my friends have called me out for holding back on the shit I normally say and normally think...so here goes!
The bar/club scene:
First thing first, straight men go to bars and clubs for one reason and it is women. Everyone cut the bullshit, we may go to watch a game but every commercial break, halftime, and before and after the game I am looking for women and usually the ones who are drinking. If there aren't many at in the bar I start looking at the staff. Almost everything I do in a bar is calculated. I mean from my clothes, my hair, who I am with, where I sit (if I have an option) all the way down to who I talk to. Before I get too deep into this let me say that I have been rejected many, many times but I really don't care because I always learn from it. But I have also been successful. Here are some examples of things that I have done or witnessed.
Some things are very subtle like asking for a cigarette from a girl that is smoking when I have never smoked in my life. I have been involved in bets to see who could get the least attractive person from a bar. I have went to bars with the intention to hook up with someone's coworker just to piss them off or prove a point. I once met a girl that was drinking at a bar to find out that she was in town to buy a prom dress?! What did I do...hit on her older sister. I have locked people out of my house at 4 in the morning because of their attitude or lack of personality. I have paid drunk friends to make out with unattractive people at bars just to laugh. I have done the walk of shame without pants. I have taken my clothes off at a bar more than once just for fun. I could do this for days but I do have a point to prove before I am judged.
The point is this, almost everyone is at a bar or club for the same reasons! They may not be as involved as some of that shit but it is the same mentality. Don't believe me? How many of you reading have seen someone out that you found very attractive and haven't left with them? You can lie to your friends, bf's, and gf's but I know this applies to most of you. The most common reason that a female will not leave with someone that they are very attracted to isn't relationships or marriage. It is a very sober and/or very unattractive girlfriend who is out to ruin everyones night! She says that she "is looking out for her girl." Or some other BS along those lines.
My final piece of info on this rant is about buying drinks. I have never bought a female that I don't know a drink for any other reason than to hook up. I look better when you drink more and vice versa. Females that you don't know don't ask you for a drink unless they think you are a d bag. I buy wingmen and friends drinks when they have to take care or distract that girlfriend of yours that "is looking out for her girl!" Actually I have gotten drunk for free many times because I had to talk to her!
I hope you enjoy, and again don't judge until you look in the mirror!
Cheers!!
The bar/club scene:
First thing first, straight men go to bars and clubs for one reason and it is women. Everyone cut the bullshit, we may go to watch a game but every commercial break, halftime, and before and after the game I am looking for women and usually the ones who are drinking. If there aren't many at in the bar I start looking at the staff. Almost everything I do in a bar is calculated. I mean from my clothes, my hair, who I am with, where I sit (if I have an option) all the way down to who I talk to. Before I get too deep into this let me say that I have been rejected many, many times but I really don't care because I always learn from it. But I have also been successful. Here are some examples of things that I have done or witnessed.
Some things are very subtle like asking for a cigarette from a girl that is smoking when I have never smoked in my life. I have been involved in bets to see who could get the least attractive person from a bar. I have went to bars with the intention to hook up with someone's coworker just to piss them off or prove a point. I once met a girl that was drinking at a bar to find out that she was in town to buy a prom dress?! What did I do...hit on her older sister. I have locked people out of my house at 4 in the morning because of their attitude or lack of personality. I have paid drunk friends to make out with unattractive people at bars just to laugh. I have done the walk of shame without pants. I have taken my clothes off at a bar more than once just for fun. I could do this for days but I do have a point to prove before I am judged.
The point is this, almost everyone is at a bar or club for the same reasons! They may not be as involved as some of that shit but it is the same mentality. Don't believe me? How many of you reading have seen someone out that you found very attractive and haven't left with them? You can lie to your friends, bf's, and gf's but I know this applies to most of you. The most common reason that a female will not leave with someone that they are very attracted to isn't relationships or marriage. It is a very sober and/or very unattractive girlfriend who is out to ruin everyones night! She says that she "is looking out for her girl." Or some other BS along those lines.
My final piece of info on this rant is about buying drinks. I have never bought a female that I don't know a drink for any other reason than to hook up. I look better when you drink more and vice versa. Females that you don't know don't ask you for a drink unless they think you are a d bag. I buy wingmen and friends drinks when they have to take care or distract that girlfriend of yours that "is looking out for her girl!" Actually I have gotten drunk for free many times because I had to talk to her!
I hope you enjoy, and again don't judge until you look in the mirror!
Cheers!!
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Government Shut Down?!
I started a blog so I might as well keep at it!
So I have been reading and trying to educate myself on exactly what this means. Here is what I have learned so far. If these assholes in D.C. can't come to an agreement by Saturday some people will suffer. National parks will close, tax audits will be delayed (not a bad thing) and income tax returns on paper will probably be delayed also. But the biggest slap in the face in that military personnel and their famalies will only receive one weeks pay on their next check instead of two.
Now none of this is the end of the world, but we are dealing with jackasses (in both parties) that can basically come to a decision to bomb other countries very quickly but can't agree on a budget?! So, we will risk lives but not pay the people who are risking their asses to protect us?!
Solution: Hire some professors from Harvard, MIT, or even give me a damn week or so off and I can get you some numbers. But stop crying about a budget that doesn't effect the over paid and happy in D.C.
That is all I have time for now...cheers!
So I have been reading and trying to educate myself on exactly what this means. Here is what I have learned so far. If these assholes in D.C. can't come to an agreement by Saturday some people will suffer. National parks will close, tax audits will be delayed (not a bad thing) and income tax returns on paper will probably be delayed also. But the biggest slap in the face in that military personnel and their famalies will only receive one weeks pay on their next check instead of two.
Now none of this is the end of the world, but we are dealing with jackasses (in both parties) that can basically come to a decision to bomb other countries very quickly but can't agree on a budget?! So, we will risk lives but not pay the people who are risking their asses to protect us?!
Solution: Hire some professors from Harvard, MIT, or even give me a damn week or so off and I can get you some numbers. But stop crying about a budget that doesn't effect the over paid and happy in D.C.
That is all I have time for now...cheers!
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Relationships and lack there of...
I have been putting off doing a blog for sometime but finally pulled the trigger. I plan to be brutally honest and probably offend some people. Keep reading if you like but you have been warned!!
I have been single since high school and have enjoyed it for the most part but along the way I have seen the good, the bad, and the ugly for damn sure. So first thing first majority of relationships do not and will not last. Are there exceptions? Of course there are, but from what I have seen they are few and far between. There is also a misconception that men cheat more (in heterosexual relationships) than women. Let me tell you that this can be complete BS. Women are just better at it and we will believe almost anything they tell us. In no way am I scorned or knocking women I'm just going off things that I have witnessed. Hell I don't even care if they do because I have been the guilty third party more than once.
Now the good: I have friends that have been completely faithful and have had long relationships and are truly in love. Couldn't be happier for them (but statistics show that all of these will not last)!
Now the bad: Getting a phone call from someone's husband when I was much younger. Glad I'm alive!
Now the ugly: I don't remember her name and it was college! Just kidding, some people consider me to be ugly and I'm fine with that!
Feel free to leave opinions and comments. I'm just warming up so get ready for the next one...
I have been single since high school and have enjoyed it for the most part but along the way I have seen the good, the bad, and the ugly for damn sure. So first thing first majority of relationships do not and will not last. Are there exceptions? Of course there are, but from what I have seen they are few and far between. There is also a misconception that men cheat more (in heterosexual relationships) than women. Let me tell you that this can be complete BS. Women are just better at it and we will believe almost anything they tell us. In no way am I scorned or knocking women I'm just going off things that I have witnessed. Hell I don't even care if they do because I have been the guilty third party more than once.
Now the good: I have friends that have been completely faithful and have had long relationships and are truly in love. Couldn't be happier for them (but statistics show that all of these will not last)!
Now the bad: Getting a phone call from someone's husband when I was much younger. Glad I'm alive!
Now the ugly: I don't remember her name and it was college! Just kidding, some people consider me to be ugly and I'm fine with that!
Feel free to leave opinions and comments. I'm just warming up so get ready for the next one...
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