We were about twenty minutes into the interview when it became obvious they had looked at the wrong resume before scheduling my interview. That awkward moment…..I can’t describe how it felt other than complete devastation. I walked from the office onto the sales floor and got to the parking lot before my eyes started to do the cry thing, and by the time I had the doors locked I was in tears. I hadn’t properly prepared myself for the fact I might not get the job. I had been staring at the Rocky Mountains all morning, planning a new start, and now the job offer and all that came with it was gone I couldn’t look at them anymore without it hurting, my dream was dead in the water.
I called my dad and told him that things didn’t go well. I think he was more shocked than I was, I was completely qualified for this job, this was supposed to happen. In the past few months he and I have gotten closer than we have ever been. I had another breakdown while we talked but after a few minutes I set the GPS back to Albuquerque got back on the road.
I had gotten weather alert on my phone as I left town and some sort of La Nina Mountain Jet Stream nightmare was ahead of me but I had tickets to see TOOL in six hours.
“How the fuck bad can it is?” I thought,” I’m from West Texas, wind is all I know” but this wind was different…it was blowing so hard I had the keeps both hands on the wheel the entire time with the ‘vice grips’ on if you know what I mean. I zoomed past the semis that were putting along in the right lane, the trailers on the trucks would still sway to the yellow line boundaries, I would honk and curse them knowing full and well in this type of environment, the SUV was king and they would soon be a rear view memory.
The mountain winds which I learned later had reached gusts of 100 mph began to die down as I entered New Mexico and by the time the sun was set the wind was gone. New Mexico is a different kind of ‘pretty’ as opposed to Colorado. The mountains seem mountianier in Colorado. With my mind off the scenery, the wind down to a roar and no cell phone reception or radio stations I was left with my thoughts and began to backtrack.
If you asked me the week I graduated from college what my career plans were I would have said” I think I want to work for CPS, I know they don’t make a lot of dollars but if it could help a kid it would be worth it” I had a friend who even worked at the local office and said that positions were available and he would provide a good reference if needed. But he also told me some of the type shit I might see in the field but he said as long as I didn’t take any of it ‘home’ I would be good. Fate soon intervened at a bar in Amarillo the following weekend and I ran into an old boss and was offered another job doing nothing regarding helping children but it did offer more money… a lot more, so I took it almost immediately. The position was in management which is just really paid babysitting but I made good money, I worked there for three years until I quit after I was electrocuted by a machine one night. Then I just kind of stumbled along various jobs until I started in wireless retail and there I have been ever since. Just kind of comfortably drifting along from company to company not realizing how much I needed to finally make a change. So as I drove I began to put the pieces together on a new plan, far away from the world of sales to something I could do what I had originally set out to do and passionate stupid kid. I am now a passionate stupid adult with goals redirected to teaching or social work. For the first time in a long while I felt that I am heading in a positive direction. As I drove into Albuquerque and made my way to the concert, the nightmare of the worst interview I have had was far from my memory, as i pulled on the doors opening the doors of the coliseum I was smashed in the face with a Hooker with a Penis wall of sound (u ogt) the show had started but I knew I hadn’t missed much cause I had looked at the set list online (I’m ogt) I made my way to the floor expecting to be seconds away from the smashfest that is the floor section of a concert, only to find assigned seating and ushers attempting to settle the chaos of dozen of drunk and stoned people that can’t find the right seat. So I did what I do best and played dumb I walked all the way to the front and stood next to the front row until an usher told me I was in the wrong seat. I asked the usher where my seat was, he stared at the back of the chair I was in and attempted to read the number using his cell phone as a light.
“Uhh, it’s over there” and pointed to the back of the venue. So then I went to the other side and repeated the process and TOOL was five songs into their set before an usher physically escorted me to my assigned seat and loudly contained myself the rest of the show.
I made it to Santa Rosa that night before I decided to stay at the only hotel in town with no heat or hot water. The amount of butt hurt that was felt was epic. I was still covered in sweat...tears from the show, the last few miles had been filled with the thoughts of a hot shower and warm bed gone I crawled into the cold bed with all my clothes and laid there thinking about all the events of my day and finally fell asleep.
I slept for a few hours and was back on the road at work later that afternoon. The next week our district manager called me to the office and told me that I was being laid off. Sales were slow and the company was cutting back and closing locations. I was given two weeks’ severance as compensation which I really didn’t expect and appreciate.
The wireless world has officially aborted me and now it’s time for a new chapter in my life. One in which I make a positive influence, like I did when I was young and didn’t know how things worked yet.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
tl;dr: smoking cigarettes i sure hope you don't do that!
It has been seven hundred and thirty days since I quit smoking cigarettes. Two years and one week ago I would have said this task was unpossible, but that is before I got home from work and noticed a UPS box sitting in my door way
“I cannot fucking believe that I …?” I muttered as I facepalmed myself and began to pull at the cobwebs of the few memories of three nights prior. I remember being polite but stern with the operator making sure that she understood I had the Express 3 day shipment because that seemed really important at the time.
I had fallen victim to the P90X infomercial, drinking was involved when the decision was made. I am not trying to blame it on that I am 32 years old and I am old enough to take responsibility for my own actions. But please keep in my mind that I was still in my “early thirties” when this particular decision was made of course booze was involved.
I was invested in this p90x thing and I knew it. So the next night I slid the first DVD into the PS3 and a quiet fear rose over me. Tony Horton was about to make me his bitch, and I knew it. The warm up started as did the heavy breathing on my part.
The next fifty minutes included
“Some of the most awkward movements I have ever seen” Zara Graves “ I heard his hip pop on that last set of pull ups which is really weird cause that shouldn't’t happen” (age 4)
I obviously had not been taking care of my body, I smoked cigarettes by the cartons and drank Dr Pepper by the gallons ate everything as fried as possible because I was an asshole. I was being an asshole to my body. Now my body was a apparently just going to die, making me pay for years of abuse it had enough. I reached my limit with about 10 minutes left in the workout but still stood in front of the TV doing a variation of a standing push the final set.
I was laying in the fetal position next to the toilet when I heard Tony wrap up Shoulder and Back routine. I had the surround sound in my two bedroom house at 11 so his voice was like GODs and his mantra was simple “do your best and forget the rest” I vomited and cried quietly to myself, as best as I could.
I gathered myself enough to get a damp towel in the microwave so I could attempt (poorly) heat therapy on my chest and back. I took the towel and crashed on my bed and just laid there and thought about how bad this feeling sucked. I couldn’t move my arms to get the remote so I continued to lay there with my thoughts. How much damage was I doing to my body on a daily basis? Was smoking cigarettes really worth feeling this horrible? I always knew I shouldn’t smoke but something always got in the way of me making that final step to walk away from my dear friend nicotine. I had smoked almost every day of my adult life. It was a huge part of my daily routine. It was the first thing i did in the morning…it was the last thing I would do at night. It always came first and days that I couldn’t afford food and smokes guess which one got skipped? As an addict I justified a reason to keep going and start quitting tomorrow.
After an hour of silent "beside the wheezing" meditation I had gathered the will and my body had gathered the need for nicotine.
“Go smoke before you go to bed” I begged with myself and finally walked outside to smoke like I had every night for the previous decade. I fished the yellow pack of American Spirits out of my pants I started smoking American Spirit a year earlier because they had no additives therefore more healthy (shit smokers say). I had two left in the pack so I took one out lit it and inhaled just like I always had. I started to cough almost instantly and i flicked the rest into the yard and walked into the house and went to bed.
The next morning while at Wal Mart getting Brotien stuff for the swelling of the fats that was bound to ensue with P90X when I saw the nicotine gum and my brain stopped me in my tracks and demanded I read the details on the packaging. I had always been curious about the nicotine gum. Due to my direct dedication to receiving my nicotine through filtered tobacco smoke to my face I had always shied away. I could finally say now was the perfect time to quit.
“ Winners never quit” was a joke I would use when someone would tell me I should stop smoking. I used humor to squash the any hopes of their plan sticking in my head. I wish I could write a letter to myself 15 years ago and tell myself to not be such an asshole when people suggest you not give yourself the c word.
The instructions for the gum seemed easy enough. All I had to do was start chewing a piece of Nicoderm Fruit Chill when I had the urge to smoke, and then park the gum between the cheek and gums. I worked in retail at the time so the urge to smoke hit the moment a customer was dumb around me. Much to my surprise as I chewed the gum I could feel the quiet ease that only nicotine can provide …well I guess there is heroin, but I was at work and the gum worked amazingly well, but nothing compares to the patch.
I started to use the patch my second week in and I honestly never looked back, the urge to smoke a cigarette was gone. My body preferred getting its drug via the patch as opposed to smoke, I was evolving. I was finally beginning to comprehend the idea that breathing in tobacco smoke was just really dumb. I think I liked the patch a little too much to be honest with you. I was really bummed the day I put on the final patch, it really was saying like saying goodbye to a friend, albeit a friend that was eventually going to kill me.
The only thing more vital than the will to quit was the support I received during the first few weeks . I waited until a week passed when I called my sister
“What would you say if I told you I hadn’t smoked in one day” I asked
“That’s good, are you sick or something” she asked
“What would you say if I told you I hadn’t smoked in two days” I replied
“Jeez are you okay? Seriously are you sick or what do you need me to bring you anything?” she asked
“What would you say if I told you I hadn’t smoked in three days” I asked again
“Uhh WOW” she said and I could hear the excitement in her voice
“Four days?” I asked
Silence on her end
“Five days?” I asked
Still silence but I could hear her voice begin to tremble and by the time I got to tell her I hadn’t smoked in 8 days she was choked up, she had bitched at me more than almost anyone about needing to quit
“I am soooo proud of you” she said “and mom would be too”
I never smoked a cigarette in front of my mom. Never. I couldn’t do it, mostly out of the fear that she would take the cigarette out of my hand and shove it where the sun did not shine brightly. She would always comment on the “lovely shade of yellow” my teeth had become since I had started smoking …she always asked me to stop, but I didn’t…I smoked a cigarette on the way from church to the cemetery the day we buried her. My mom was dead of cancer and I was still puffing my life away. The will to quit wouldn’t come for a few more years. I am so glad that it happened though. When I think about smoking a cigarette now I am completely repulsed, it’s the most illogical thing I can think of doing to your body because you are stressed or bored or burning “nervous energy.”
I can say that quitting smoking cigarettes was one of the best things I have done for myself. I am no longer spending money on a build your own tumor set and I can actually taste food again. I no longer have the annual upper respiratory infection that always seemed to hang around for at least a month. I can do cardio workouts now, so if/when the zombie apocalypse kicks off i have another advantage over the masses of undead. Bottom line: if you don’t want to die of the c word or zombies mauling you because you were winded after forty five yards, stop smoking cigarettes today.
I urge you to quit smoking, if you want to quit you can.
“I cannot fucking believe that I …?” I muttered as I facepalmed myself and began to pull at the cobwebs of the few memories of three nights prior. I remember being polite but stern with the operator making sure that she understood I had the Express 3 day shipment because that seemed really important at the time.
I had fallen victim to the P90X infomercial, drinking was involved when the decision was made. I am not trying to blame it on that I am 32 years old and I am old enough to take responsibility for my own actions. But please keep in my mind that I was still in my “early thirties” when this particular decision was made of course booze was involved.
I was invested in this p90x thing and I knew it. So the next night I slid the first DVD into the PS3 and a quiet fear rose over me. Tony Horton was about to make me his bitch, and I knew it. The warm up started as did the heavy breathing on my part.
The next fifty minutes included
“Some of the most awkward movements I have ever seen” Zara Graves “ I heard his hip pop on that last set of pull ups which is really weird cause that shouldn't’t happen” (age 4)
I obviously had not been taking care of my body, I smoked cigarettes by the cartons and drank Dr Pepper by the gallons ate everything as fried as possible because I was an asshole. I was being an asshole to my body. Now my body was a apparently just going to die, making me pay for years of abuse it had enough. I reached my limit with about 10 minutes left in the workout but still stood in front of the TV doing a variation of a standing push the final set.
I was laying in the fetal position next to the toilet when I heard Tony wrap up Shoulder and Back routine. I had the surround sound in my two bedroom house at 11 so his voice was like GODs and his mantra was simple “do your best and forget the rest” I vomited and cried quietly to myself, as best as I could.
I gathered myself enough to get a damp towel in the microwave so I could attempt (poorly) heat therapy on my chest and back. I took the towel and crashed on my bed and just laid there and thought about how bad this feeling sucked. I couldn’t move my arms to get the remote so I continued to lay there with my thoughts. How much damage was I doing to my body on a daily basis? Was smoking cigarettes really worth feeling this horrible? I always knew I shouldn’t smoke but something always got in the way of me making that final step to walk away from my dear friend nicotine. I had smoked almost every day of my adult life. It was a huge part of my daily routine. It was the first thing i did in the morning…it was the last thing I would do at night. It always came first and days that I couldn’t afford food and smokes guess which one got skipped? As an addict I justified a reason to keep going and start quitting tomorrow.
After an hour of silent "beside the wheezing" meditation I had gathered the will and my body had gathered the need for nicotine.
“Go smoke before you go to bed” I begged with myself and finally walked outside to smoke like I had every night for the previous decade. I fished the yellow pack of American Spirits out of my pants I started smoking American Spirit a year earlier because they had no additives therefore more healthy (shit smokers say). I had two left in the pack so I took one out lit it and inhaled just like I always had. I started to cough almost instantly and i flicked the rest into the yard and walked into the house and went to bed.
The next morning while at Wal Mart getting Brotien stuff for the swelling of the fats that was bound to ensue with P90X when I saw the nicotine gum and my brain stopped me in my tracks and demanded I read the details on the packaging. I had always been curious about the nicotine gum. Due to my direct dedication to receiving my nicotine through filtered tobacco smoke to my face I had always shied away. I could finally say now was the perfect time to quit.
“ Winners never quit” was a joke I would use when someone would tell me I should stop smoking. I used humor to squash the any hopes of their plan sticking in my head. I wish I could write a letter to myself 15 years ago and tell myself to not be such an asshole when people suggest you not give yourself the c word.
The instructions for the gum seemed easy enough. All I had to do was start chewing a piece of Nicoderm Fruit Chill when I had the urge to smoke, and then park the gum between the cheek and gums. I worked in retail at the time so the urge to smoke hit the moment a customer was dumb around me. Much to my surprise as I chewed the gum I could feel the quiet ease that only nicotine can provide …well I guess there is heroin, but I was at work and the gum worked amazingly well, but nothing compares to the patch.
I started to use the patch my second week in and I honestly never looked back, the urge to smoke a cigarette was gone. My body preferred getting its drug via the patch as opposed to smoke, I was evolving. I was finally beginning to comprehend the idea that breathing in tobacco smoke was just really dumb. I think I liked the patch a little too much to be honest with you. I was really bummed the day I put on the final patch, it really was saying like saying goodbye to a friend, albeit a friend that was eventually going to kill me.
The only thing more vital than the will to quit was the support I received during the first few weeks . I waited until a week passed when I called my sister
“What would you say if I told you I hadn’t smoked in one day” I asked
“That’s good, are you sick or something” she asked
“What would you say if I told you I hadn’t smoked in two days” I replied
“Jeez are you okay? Seriously are you sick or what do you need me to bring you anything?” she asked
“What would you say if I told you I hadn’t smoked in three days” I asked again
“Uhh WOW” she said and I could hear the excitement in her voice
“Four days?” I asked
Silence on her end
“Five days?” I asked
Still silence but I could hear her voice begin to tremble and by the time I got to tell her I hadn’t smoked in 8 days she was choked up, she had bitched at me more than almost anyone about needing to quit
“I am soooo proud of you” she said “and mom would be too”
I never smoked a cigarette in front of my mom. Never. I couldn’t do it, mostly out of the fear that she would take the cigarette out of my hand and shove it where the sun did not shine brightly. She would always comment on the “lovely shade of yellow” my teeth had become since I had started smoking …she always asked me to stop, but I didn’t…I smoked a cigarette on the way from church to the cemetery the day we buried her. My mom was dead of cancer and I was still puffing my life away. The will to quit wouldn’t come for a few more years. I am so glad that it happened though. When I think about smoking a cigarette now I am completely repulsed, it’s the most illogical thing I can think of doing to your body because you are stressed or bored or burning “nervous energy.”
I can say that quitting smoking cigarettes was one of the best things I have done for myself. I am no longer spending money on a build your own tumor set and I can actually taste food again. I no longer have the annual upper respiratory infection that always seemed to hang around for at least a month. I can do cardio workouts now, so if/when the zombie apocalypse kicks off i have another advantage over the masses of undead. Bottom line: if you don’t want to die of the c word or zombies mauling you because you were winded after forty five yards, stop smoking cigarettes today.
I urge you to quit smoking, if you want to quit you can.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
piece for City Magazine Nov 2010
If you give Bill Boone a piece of wood, he can turn it into a treasure. Mr Boone is not King Midas, this treasure is not gold. Within each piece of art that he has created lies a story. Each piece of wood, although similar in appearance, are all unique after his hands have had time to whittle away the excess. It is an analogy for life, the more you dig , the more you carve, the more changes that you make, overtime an image of who we are will begin to appear. Over time you can see that each scrape of the blade, small yet precise, makes a permanent change. Each stroke helps to create something completely original, something worth having, each help create a treasure that is our lives.
“Yucca” Bill Boone is President of the Golden Spread Woodcarvers. The group was founded in 1999, it boasts 48 members who all share a passion for wood work. The group meets every 1st and 3rd Saturday of each month to discuss projects and “have an awful lot of fun”according to Bill. Although time consuming(each piece can take around 20 hours to complete) they find joy in the process. “if we had to charge by the hour, nobody could ever afford the price, we do it because we love it” said Yucca Bill when he was asked what he considered a fair price on his items.
The Golden Spread Woodcarvers are hosting Artistry in Wood November 21-22 2010. Hours are from 10AM-6PM on Saturday and 10AM-5PM on Sunday. Admission is free. This is a great chance for those in the community interested in the art of woodcarving to meet the experts. You can also browse and buy hand carved gifts for the upcoming holidays. While attending the show you also get a chance to sit and talk with the carvers, and if you are not careful, you might learn something.
We are all here to help each other out, to teach one another, and to share our passions with the world. We all have gifts granted to us, rather it be a knack for woodcarving, or something completely different, it is our duty as people to share these gifts and pass down the tools to the next generation. There is nothing in the world more important than knowledge and the strong desire to share what you know with others. This is what I learned while talking with Yucca Bill, although we grew up in completely different generations, the human condition never changes. We will all fail at something at some point in our life. Its just a matter of getting back up time and time again that determines the outcome. With each decision we make, we carve out another slice of our lives story. Each road traveled and every experience that we have all chip away the incomplete and unnecessary parts, until we are left with our legacy, our own individual carving.
Artistry in Wood will be hosted at the Amarillo Civic Center in the Regency Room.
“Yucca” Bill Boone is President of the Golden Spread Woodcarvers. The group was founded in 1999, it boasts 48 members who all share a passion for wood work. The group meets every 1st and 3rd Saturday of each month to discuss projects and “have an awful lot of fun”according to Bill. Although time consuming(each piece can take around 20 hours to complete) they find joy in the process. “if we had to charge by the hour, nobody could ever afford the price, we do it because we love it” said Yucca Bill when he was asked what he considered a fair price on his items.
The Golden Spread Woodcarvers are hosting Artistry in Wood November 21-22 2010. Hours are from 10AM-6PM on Saturday and 10AM-5PM on Sunday. Admission is free. This is a great chance for those in the community interested in the art of woodcarving to meet the experts. You can also browse and buy hand carved gifts for the upcoming holidays. While attending the show you also get a chance to sit and talk with the carvers, and if you are not careful, you might learn something.
We are all here to help each other out, to teach one another, and to share our passions with the world. We all have gifts granted to us, rather it be a knack for woodcarving, or something completely different, it is our duty as people to share these gifts and pass down the tools to the next generation. There is nothing in the world more important than knowledge and the strong desire to share what you know with others. This is what I learned while talking with Yucca Bill, although we grew up in completely different generations, the human condition never changes. We will all fail at something at some point in our life. Its just a matter of getting back up time and time again that determines the outcome. With each decision we make, we carve out another slice of our lives story. Each road traveled and every experience that we have all chip away the incomplete and unnecessary parts, until we are left with our legacy, our own individual carving.
Artistry in Wood will be hosted at the Amarillo Civic Center in the Regency Room.
Monday, October 25, 2010
i'm pregnant
I knew today was going to blow as soon as I woke up. I could hear the wind screaming outside my apartment window just as the sun came up and it didn't stop for the rest of the day
As some of you know, I am currently unemployed, I was fired from gayT&T last month and I was notified today that they were not going to pay unemployment benefits that I felt I deserved. I had not really planned on them not paying, I found this out five minutes after getting out of bed, and it really set the day up for failure. Then shoes starting dropping everywhere. Long story short …. I havent found a job, even a shitty one....and its fucking terrifying.
Insert “no one plans to fail, fail to plan quote here”
Here's the thing, I'm kinda getting tired of asking....when is it gonna get easier? It seems like every two weeks something else comes smashing down the bad news turnpike and straight into my world. I know I should be grateful for what I have, and I am, but at some point you have to throw your hands up question your life's purpose. And right now I don't really have one. OTHER than raising my Zara. If she wasn't around God only knows where would be.
I know the answer to my question, I know its never gonna get any easier. Life is always gonna throw shit my direction I just have to get used to the smell and find a bigger place to shovel it. I just have to keep getting back up like Tony Romo does after the gets throttled..oh wait ...what..really? FML
I don't think I have ever been this uncertain about my next move, honestly i've been avoiding dealing with this for a few weeks now. I have always rolled with the punches pretty well, I handle change better than I should but this one...this one right here...this situation I have got myself into is going to change the rest of my life. I'm basically pregnant but instead of having a child inside of my uterus(what) I have a restart button based on a rather BOLD decision that I made days after my dismissal. I can do what ever I want. It is just a matter of how bad I really want something, and also a matter of being cool with not having as much as I did and still be happy. Notice I said “something” I still have no idea what I want to do or who I want to be when I grow up. And I don't think a lot of people really do.. we all just wind up doing something until we retire, like my dad did, or your get fired like his son did pretty cut and dry.
I'm choosing to be happy, and it turns out that not quite as easy as I thought it was gonna be, at least in the beginning. But nothing worth having comes easy, I think John Wayne said that or maybe it was Patton either way its true. I made the decision to get fired from my job because I was miserable doing what I was doing. I had extra money, but I still found a way to be broke by payday, so endgame philosophy is why not be happy and broke? Sounds like a halfway decent plan amirite? (swidt)
Wish me luck cause here I go, showing once more that my tattooed mantra isn't just for show. Buy the ticket, take the ride.
i really didn't intend for that to rhyme
poet. knowit
Friday, October 22, 2010
No one needs 387 friends
The parting of ways was bitter sweet between 100 or so friends and I on facebook tonight. As I scrolled through my friend list I was totally impressed thinking holy shit I know 387 people? I'm really not winning any popularity contest, my phone rang a total of 3 times today and I srsly said to myself “WTF am I Pizza Hut?”
No one needs 387 friends, it kind of puts a strain on the word, almost making it meaningless. (deep huh?) theinternet.com has made us totally accessible to everyone and we really don't have a problem with that as long as SOMEONE likes a comment that you made, or one of your post went FUCKING EPIC. I know I am a facebook addict, a constant lurker. The only problem with lurking all the time is when you run into someone you haven't seen in years you have absolutely NOTHING to fucking talk about. You have seen all the posts, checked out all the pics, and made judgments about people who PRAY TO GOD via facebook. Jesus I really hope this isn't what the FUTURE is going to be like. A ton of people posting everything they do and even pinpointing the location to every asshole DUMB enough to care. I want my flying cars, I WANT MY SKY CITY.
The people that I removed tonight are not my enemy, but that is how they will be perceived. It feels shitty when you get unfriended, ive been on the other side of this thing as well. You feel like you did something wrong and you as a person has FAILed in maintaining the friendship. It feels bad man....that is one of the most retarded statements I have ever made, but its true. I am emotionally attached to a web page that shares my info with others to the point feel SHITTY when someone cuts me off. It sounds twice as INSANE when you say it aloud, huh? Its a bizarre and scary place we live in, and theinternet.com is only getting worse everyday. I have shared pics of my daughter on a place where PEDOphiles secretly lurk and share pics.......and so have you, be careful of what you put up on your WALL. We srsly don't need bathtub pics of the kiddos, I get it, you think your kid is AWESOME, I know mine is, but bathtime is family time, put up your FUCKING phone and pay attn to your kids.
The point I am so desperately trying to get at is, calm the fuck down with the facebook shit. Prune your friend list, and don't get BUTTHURT when you find you aren't pretend friends with someone anymore. Out of my remaining 100 or so friends of facebook five may click this link and read these words, and those are truly my FRIENDS, because they took more that nine seconds to READ words before clicking F5 to see what ELSE was going on. So thanks I treasure what we have..srsly. Eyeheartewe
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Why the LAkers cannot win the world championship
I'm not that guy. I'm not that guy that sits around and listens to sport radio day in and day out, listening to the experts cover each and every facet of the game, I enjoy it from time to time, but I digress.
There are 3 things that I hate in the world, and one of them is the Los Angeles Lakers. They represent all that is wrong with humanity and if they win the championship it is all but certain that we will all meet our doom, soon.
And I'm not that doom and gloom type of guy but when we put a rapist on a pedestal cause hes good at a sport, we as Americans, as people in general should be ashamed of ourselves. I echo the thoughts of Bill Hicks and his Learn to Swim mentality. I have never been to California, but an enormous amount of assholes live there, rich assholes, I'm not hating I promise and I could do without them. As “2010” as I can put it.....I'm just sayin
we put mike vick in prison for killing dogs. I don't agree that what he did was anything short of torture but srsly? Its sad, but what does that say? Basically what it boils down to is the dogs couldn't be bought off like that poor girl in the mountain state, god bless her, I hope she got paid.
Fuck Kobe Bryant and Fuck the Lakers
I say good day sir
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