Bohemian: A person with artistic or literary interests who disregards conventional standards of behavior.
Bohemian
Some say “James you need to be saved” Following your bullshit Will that teach me to behave? Trained since birth to view the world just like you Not my fault I question, I read, and now I see things From a different point of view ‘Cause I question Some say I’m bold Can’t just sit there and believe all that’s been told Most of what that has been written A lot of it lies Finding out the truth I see With open eyes I don’t need a daily reminder Or a weekly affirmation To love those around me And all of creation
OK, my head is still spinning but it has slowed down a bit. Slowed down long enough for me to write down a few things that have transpired in my life recently and I would like to share it with you all...
Here we go,
As of yesterday “June 29th 2010” my life has changed drastically. Not in a bad way this time. For once in my life I am smiling, I mean a big cheese grin is plastered across my face. I feel as if that proverbial chip that has been on my shoulder has finally fallen off.
As most of readers know I just recently found out who my real father is. For my entire life the man whom I thought was my dad, whom I am named after, turned out not to be my dad. Now that came as a big shock to me, for it turned out, that the man that has been calling me “Son” and telling me “You know I am your real father” and my reply to that was “Ok, if you say so” and I would think to myself, my father is the man who signed my birth certificate end of story and that would be that was actually telling me the truth. All this time, the one lying to me was my mother. She has her reasons, some I agree with some I don’t, but I understand. She did the best that she could do for her children. I know it is not easy being 14 and having a child.
I don’t understand her reasoning behind not telling me when my sister father died, (him being the man whom I thought was my father) or telling me when I turned 21, or even 30. There were plenty of chances to come out with the truth, but she didn’t. I don’t quite understand, but I can try to. I see that she did this to protect me, to keep me from the life she was raised in. she didn’t want her son being around gangs and drugs. She wanted a better life for her children. In a way I see that she protected me. Overprotected but nonetheless protected me.
I love you mom A.K.A. “Brunie”
I was hurt for being lied to all my life, hurt from being denied the truth. If anyone deserved the truth I felt it should have been me. But noooooooooooo, not in my world. It felt odd knowing that my father was still alive; it bothered me that I find this out this information in my 30s. So many years have passed. I am 33 years old, and I am now finding out who my father is. Damn life throws crazy things at you at times.
Well I was looking forward to meeting this man in august. I was getting myself ready for the big meeting; I mean one of the biggest meetings in my life was going to happen in august. I was going to be face to face with my dad, my father. But no, “August” couldn’t wait. I get woken up on Tuesday with a text from my mom telling me that my father is and he would like to see me today after work and here is his number. Well my head was spinning.
“Is this for real” I said out loud. Then I called my mom immediately.
“Your father is out early and I just got off the phone with him, he said he really wants to see you today.”
“Huh! Oh ok, I’ll call him right now.”
I hung up and called the number she gave me, this is how it went.
“Hello”
“Hi um is this tiger” I said.
“Is this my son!” was his reply.
I replied meekly with a “Yeah uh it is”
“Hold on a second, there is someone that wants to talk to you” was his reply. I hear him passing the phone and the next thing I hear is,
“Hi Anthony, my name is “Hector” I’m your little brother”
My world spun, I was hit hard by this child’s voice, and all I said was,
“I’ll be there in 5 minutes” and I hung up.
I got dressed, got in my car and flew to the Bronx. I knew exactly where they were, it’s my old neighborhood.
I got there parked and walked right up to the office, walked in and immediately saw him. I saw a man that looked like an older version of me. We locked eyes and he asked who I was looking for? I pointed at him and said “I think you”. He smiled and came right out, arms open ready for a hug. And you know what? I hugged him.
For the first time in my life, I was holding my dad, and he was holding me. It felt so good to be held by my father, to actually hold the man that helped create me. We look like twins; he is an older version of yours truly. I am actually seeing what I have to look forward to as I get older. I see my nose in his face, my forehead; he even has the same ears. And to top it all off, his ass is just as flat as mine.
So we go outside and he introduces me to my little brother. Holy shit, I now have a little brother. I have a diesel little brother, he looks like a younger more muscular version of me, and it is bugging me out. I hugged my little brother for the first time in my life, it felt good. My dad comes over and tells me that my other brothers will be by around 5ish, I say ok kool, and I hang out for a bit and then head home.
As I’m driving home I call my mom up bugging. I tell her how kool everything went, I tell her I got brothers, and I mentioned that I’m going back around 5 and asked if she would like to come. She said nah because she didn’t feel up to it. “Ah well think about it” I told her and hung up. I went home, jumped in bed and stared at my ceiling. I tell one of my roommates what I am going through at the moment, then my other roommate called me ad asks if I can pick him up from the train. The rest is a blur to me until I get a text from my mom saying that she changed her mind and would come down to the Bronx with me to see my dad.
Well the ride down was real kool; we talked and listened to some “Thirsty Pirates”. It was a bit tense bit overall kool. We get to the block and I tell you it felt odd walking on my old streets with my mom once again, and not only that, but walking towards my father. Now that felt weird.
We approach, an old friend of my moms comes out of nowhere and starts chatting her up, my dad walks up to me and we hug. I go up to my little brother and give him a hug. That when my pops introduce me to my older brother “Willie”. I stick my hand out to shake his and my pops grabs me and says “What I tell you bout shaking hands with your family?” “Give your brother a hug!” we hugged the way brothers hug. It felt good hugging another brother of mine. My dad walks up to us and points behind me, I turn around and I see my twin.
“Meet your brother “J.C.” “He says, and we just hugged. I am hugging my brothers for the first time. My little brothers begin to tell me how they all seen pictures of me, how my pops used to always talk about “Anthony” we’ve been dying to meet you”. I’m bugging, “You guys all knew about me and I had no clue about you guys.” Damn my head was spinning, here I am with my brothers for the first time, these guys are showing honest to goodness love, I feel such an instant connection with all of them. Their embracing me and wanting me to join the family I have been denied for so long. I no longer feel like the outsider of the family I now have brothers, damn that sounds good. I have a big brother and two younger brothers. My father tells me I have two sisters, one of them passed away some time ago and that I’ll soon meet the other...
I now have my father and my brothers in my life now. I got a whole new family to meet. I just can’t wait for them to meet my sisters, oh man, that picture is gonna kick ass! For now here is the very first picture of my father with all of his sons.
Ok, it has been awhile since I have written a blog based on my thoughts. Well here we go.
My current “Pet Peeve” is this recent hair fashion for a man that has taken over the whole planet it seems.
All of a sudden its kool to sport a pseudo “Mohawk” called a “Faux Hawk”.
Now this pisses me off because all of a sudden its kool to sport a “Mohawk”, and what pisses me off the most is that most of the guys sporting these lil bitch hair styles are the same people that uses to laugh, poke fun, or even go as far as beat up anyone that sported a “Mohawk”.
I find it sad that most of these men are so lost in life that they’re willing to sport anything that is forced down their throats and told its kool. So a few rappers and some lame ass reality stars sported it, so now you have to run out and get the same hair style?
Give me a freakin break and stay the person you are.
Don’t imitate what’s out there or just feed the machine. Seriously it says a lot of a man that stands on his own two feet and has in own image and stands apart from the crowd. It seems as if everywhere I go I see men sporting their little fake Mohawks.
It’s fucking sad. You look sad, like a poser in fact, because if it wasn’t kool to have that hair style you wouldn’t be wearing it, you’re nothing but a bunch of trend following fucks. This goes out to all the men out there sporting this damn hair style. Grow the fuck up and think for yourselves!
I always wondered what it would feel like to find out that my dad was still alive. I imagined it as being really kool. I mean it would rock you know, I’m 33, spent most of my life fatherless. Pretty much had to learn how to be on man by trial and error, observation. Oh man if my dad was really alive how kool would it be to talk to him? Ask him why I do certain things, see where my smile comes from. Oh man, how crazy would that be? Well it just so happens that that dream came true. Yes folks it did. On Friday my cousin, who is only 2 years younger then my mom and grew up with her was visiting, so I seized my opportunity to ask her, in front of my mom the inevitable question,
“So who really is my dad?”
Her response was a shrug and a look at my mom saying,
“I don’t wanna get involved in this again”
OK I’ll give you all a flashback to bring you all up to speed with what is going on. You see growing up I thought my dad was “James Anthony Garcia” the man whose name is on my birth certificate, the man who I am named after, the man that was around in the beginning that promised me a toy but never delivered. You see, there was always this guy that everyone used to say was my dad because I looked like him. I used to disregard all the comment, sorta laugh em off or just shrug em off, I knew who my dad was, there is no way in hell you gonna tell me who my dad is. Well this man used to come up to me smiling, calling me son and all, and I would just laugh and walk off. He even one time asked me, “Has your mom told you the truth yet?” I just looked at him with a grin and said “Nah, she is still in denial” and laugh it off. But it always stuck in my head, I always wondered because I really look like this guy, nah my mom woulda told me the truth, she has nothing to hide now were both adults. But every time I would ask, if he was my dad, or tell her that some people brought it up and it got me wondering, she would flip out and tell me
“You know who the fuck is your father? I am and your father was that piece of shit “Jimmy” ok leave it at that. Don’t listen to what any of those motherfuckers have to say”
And that would be that, well this went on for some time, and still I got the same answer every time so I let it be. Well my cousin is back and she told me to if I needed a job I can go to where she got hooked up. Just so happens this place is seriously connected to my past. Well everyone there is calling me this mans son, I’m smiling thinking to myself, fuck it, if it helps me get somewhere being his son damn I’m his son, no biggie. But I wondered, so I brought the subject up again to my mom, I let her know that if he is my dad its only fair that I know the truth, I should know where I come from. But alas I got the same response.
Well on Friday with my cousin there to call her out I asked the question again, this time I got a different answer, she looked at my cousin then at me and said,
“He is your father, I got pregnant by him, didn’t know I was pregnant started dating your father and you came along, I was young, scared, and confused I didn’t know what to do”
My reply was,
“You mean, all this time I asked you lied? You could have told me the truth a long time ago” I have so many questions, and you denied me that. I’m named after the wrong man”
Well no need for me to get into the rest I just wanted to share with you guys that I have a dad. I am not a fatherless bastard, a bastard child yes, but a fatherless one, no.
Yet I don’t know how I feel about that. Till next time….
Okie dokie, I know I have been gone for awhile, breaking a wrist can do that to ya, and on top of that I got hit with writers block big time. Well last night I came up with another “Scenario” to add to my collection of “Scenarios”.
I am still searching for a publisher for the book but until then I will keep testing em out on my “Blog” fans. Hope you all like this one, and give some feedback as to what you would do? I am still working on what to call this one, so any suggestions would be appreciated. Hope all is well
Till next time….
Scenario #59
“You’re on your way to meet your “Significant other” for an “After Work” drink.
Just as you get to the door of the bar you receive a text message on your phone.
It’s him/her letting you that they can’t meet you, that there stuck at work for the night.
As you read this you say to your self, “I’m here might as well get a drink”,
As you enter the bar you see him/her having drinks with another person.”
Ok here is another bout with pain “J.V.” style. last week I was feeling stiffness and pain in my wrist, it was really bothering me, well my sister found out about it and her being a nurse and all she told me to wrap it up, well I did. Having it wrapped felt good, it didn’t bother me as much, I still felt stiff and I would get twinges of pain, but more bearable. Well on the second night I fell asleep with my hand wrapped, Big Mistake. I woke up with a cartoon hand, I mean my hand was so swollen it looked like “Mickey Mouse’s” hand, I was in severe pain.
I called my doctor and tried to see him, I was told he would be out till Tuesday Damn till Tuesday. They told me if it really hurts to go to the emergency room. I, I got off the phone and just went to bed, screw it! I got a few Percocet’s left; I can make it through the day.
Well that night I’m hanging with my mom and roommate and we get to talking about my condition, it ends up as if I am suffering from a heart attack. You see pain in your left arm, stiffness in two fingers, I mean shooting pain up your entire arm, and I felt as if I was having one for real. I was about to go to the emergency room that night, but I thought otherwise, I popped a pill and passed out.
I woke up the next morning in excruciating pain. I said to hell with it and went to the emergency room. After getting x-rayed and then told that they cant do nothing for me except prescribe pain killers, I got on the phone with my doctor office and put the emergency room doctor on the phone with them. I got an emergency meeting with him for Tuesday morning. Ok I gotta make it through these next 4 days. Here we go.
Well I make it through the 4 days and now I’m off to see my doctor. I get there and we go into the office, he looks at the x-ray and say’s “oh I see, it looks as if this pin came out of place and is stabbing your nerve, lets see if I can remove it without going into surgery”. They lay me on a table, shot my arm up and then he cuts a hole in my wrist and attempts to pull out the wire with a pair of pliers I think. All I know is that it hurt, it hurt more then anything I have felt, it made my fingers curl up. The doc looks at me and say’s “Let’s try another shot to see if we can numb you and get this sucker out”. Well the second shot did nothing; I still felt pain immense pain. I yell at him to knock me out; he yells at me “I can’t knock you out ok! I am trying to avoid surgery; if you cannot take the pain then we will have to do surgery!” I say “Ok, let’s try it again”, oh man the pain I felt. Call me what you want, but I couldn’t bear the pain, let’s do surgery.
And that is how my Tuesday ended up. So not kool. So not kool. Having surgery was not on my todo list for the day. Here is a pic of the hole the doc put in my wrist to pull out the wires.
Scars. What is a scar? Well according to the dictionary a scar is: a mark left (usually on the skin) by the healing of injured tissue.
Nice definition makes sense and totally tells you what a scar is, but for me, that’s not the true meaning of a scar. For me a scar on your body means you have lived. That scar is proof that at one point in your life you were alive, you felt pain, and you went through something, some experience that will be a story for a long time or something that will make you chuckle, or just make you think. Think on what gave it to you or how you got it.
Think about it, a scar to me is a sign that a person has lived. Yes some scars are hard to look at based on where there at or how big they are, but when that individual got that scar, for that moment they were truly alive, they were feeling the pain of life, knowing that the pain they feel means there alive.
Look at tattoos for a second, these are nothing but colorful scars and think about it, people that get them love to feel the pain associated with it. Why you ask? Because at the moment, the tattoo is being put on they are alive feeling the burning stinging sensation that comes along with it. Think about this theory of mine.
Scars are a way to show that you have truly experienced life, it’s a sign that you are alive and this scar shows that you went through an ordeal of some sort in life. Your body has the mark to prove it.
Here is another "Exc erpt" from "Scenarios" let me know what you would do. Hope all well with you all.
Till next time.....
Feces In The Bathroom
You and a very good friend/relative,(use whichever fits the scenario better), Are out at a bar for a late night drink. Both of you are extremely inebriated. Your friend/relative leans over to you and say’s They have to use the bathroom badly. After excusing themselves, they proceed on their way to the bathroom. 15-20 minutes goes by and you start to wonder what’s taking them so long? Being the stand out person that you are, you head to the bathroom To check on your friend/relative. When you enter the bathroom you see your friend/relative passed out on the floor. They have feces all over them. It even looks as if there is still some attached.
This is an excerpt from a book that I would love to publish called “Scenarios”. You all know how I am, I am constantly asking you “What would you do if” or a, “How would you deal with”. Well this is my newest one that I have written down, number 57 On a list of a whole bunch more. Let me know what you guys would do. Till next time….
#57 Juice of life
Let us say that you have been dating this person for a year or so, you end up Engaged to them and start to plan your wedding. They proceed to tell you that their family is ecstatic and that you would have to Go through a family marriage ritual before the wedding You ask what is that all about and they tell you that it is a spiritual ritual That the family performs and it ends with everyone drinking “The Juice Of Life” You say ok and don’t ask anymore questions Time for the ritual, all is going well, they got their dances and good food You see that this is very special to them, time for the “Juice of Life” The man of the family grabs a gold goblet, turns around and proceed to Masturbate and ejaculates Into the cup. They fill it with hot water and drop one tea bag into it, they fill Shot glasses with this drink and pass it around,
Ok, yours truly went on a sociological study these past few days. I went out and asked men a question that has only two options to choose from.
What I found strange was that the men that were parents seem to choose the same option, pretty much the same with the single, childless ones.
Well here is the question,
“If you had only two options and these are them, which would you choose? “
1) Take it in the ass for five minutes 2) Go to prison for five years
I even posted this on my “Facebook” account as a note to see what results I would get, tell you the truth, a lot of people did not answer there, but I asked over 30 men this question wherever I went. At the deli, the mechanic shop, I mean everywhere, even with two guys I worked with over the weekend.
And the results are 15 that would take it in the poopshoot and 21 that would take their chances in prison. Pretty close if you ask me, pretty close. This was a really fun survey, some of the responses I got were hilarious, and some just down right honest and to the point.
Almost every guy that was a parent said “Take it in the ass fuck that, 5 years is a long time to be away from my kids” was the unanimous answer, from most of the parents. My boy “Jorge” gave me the best answer, “I’ll take my chances in jail” was his reply, oh man that killed me; I nearly died of laughter when I got that text. Another friend wrote me, “To avoid taking it in the ass for five years, yes I would” damn, that’s what people think prison is all about? Just one rape scene after another. C’mon people, prison is now like that.
The reply I got was from one of my boys via text was, “I’ll take it in the ass for 5 minutes then go to jail bitch!!!!!” Damn I thought, I replied to him callin him “Super Gangsta!”
That was a crazy reply for real. So I came to this conclusion with this experiment, parents will do anything for their kids. That love is damn strong, and others would lose their freedom just to keep their “manliness”.
It was a fun survey, had a ton of laughs with it and plenty of strange looks, but fuck it! It was all in the name of science,
So to end, my conclusion is that parents are willing to get fucked for thier kids.
Stage 9 kicked ass! To all of you that were there you all know “Punk Island” kicked ass this year. Considering that the weather was not working with us, “Punk Island” was still a success.
With no corporate sponsors or outside help this year, “Slug” pulled it off; the second annual “Punk Island” manifested itself on June 21st on “Governor’s Island” as a success.
The punks came out in droves. People showed up despite the weather, all with the hopes of hearing some good music, and having a good time. They were not disappointed. “Governors Island” was a great venue for this event.
Not only does “Governors Island” have some seriously great views of Manhattan it also has a nice up and close view of “The Statute of Liberty”, and almost every house on the island had its own individual art piece in the front.
Onto the show, the island consisted of 10 stages filled with energetic musicians eager to play, and play they did.
Me being co-stage manager along with “Shakes”, I was at our stage for most of the venue, but I was not disappointed. Aside from the first band cancelling on us, everything went off without a hitch. Not only did we have one of the, if not the best stage in the entire venue, every band got along with each other. We all shared equipment and showed support. A big thanx to all the bands.
Well on to the show, “Mutilated Martyr” opened up the set with some explosive music. These guys were not playing around, they kicked ass. Check them out by clicking on their link to see what I’m talking about.
Second on stage was a band called “Sedated”, now their name does not define their music, their fans were as hardcore as they were. These guys played hard and fast. Click on their link for more on them.
Now on to the third act, these guys are called “Capt. Ronzo and The Thirsty Pirates”. Now not to sound biased or anything, but this act was real good. The lead singer has on this self made pirate outfit and a 3 foot long pirate hat to go along with it. These guys kicked ass. The island offers up tram tours around the island and the tram stopped twice while we were on stage. Everyone on board yelling “Arrrrrrrrrrrr” or “Shiver me timbers”, it was so much fun to be a part of that. This is one band that really is energetic and fun to watch. And the music is damn good. Check them out by clicking on their link.
Now the 4th act was “The Halfway Crooks”, and they were not halfway at all. This band was the least punk out of all the bands playing, there more like a “Ska Jam band” but let me tell you, they stole the show. This band is incredible, everyone on stage is extremely talented and not afraid to show it. You have got to check this band out, trust me. When these guys were off stage their was a line to buy their c.d.
And now the final act, they were “The U.N. Posse”. Now this band was special to me because the oldest member of the band was 19 and the youngest being 14, who mind you rocks as hard as they come. Click on their link to peep em out. This band played well beyond its age, and to top it off, the lead singer and bassist of “The Halfway Crooks” jumped on stage with them for their final song and they did a rendition of “Journey’s – Don’t stop believing” and oh man, let me tell you it kicked ass, they even through in a rap to go with it.
What a way to close out a magical day, in my eyes “Punk Island” was a major success. Check out my “MySpace and Facebook” page for more pics on the event, and for links to all the above mentioned bands. If you were their, you witnessed an awesome event, and if you weren’t, see you at next years, “Punk Island”. Till next time….
This is a rare video of "The Thirsty Pirates" performing at "Ottos Shrunken Head" down in the L.E.S. of N.Y.C. performing "thirstypirates" and "cheapskate" yours truly on the drums till next time
Ok, its time to give you guys an update on my life. I have joined the band “The Thirsty Pirates”. We played our first show this past Sunday in Brooklyn at “Don Pedro’s”, and I don’t mean to brag but we kicked ass. I mean we far exceeded our expectations for our first show.
We were loved; the bartender and the staff bought us drinks at the end of the show and all, they even invited us back to play Friday and Saturday night.
This was part of our “Get the kinks out” tour, before we play at “Punk Island” on June 21st. Oh man I haven’t felt this excited about anything in a long time. I got a pretty good feeling about this band. I mean the one thing that stands out from what people told us on Sunday was “You guys don’t sound like anybody, your sound is so unique”, and that is the truth.
We don’t sound like all these “New York” punk bands, you can actually understand what were saying and sing along with us. We play to have fun and make good music, nuff said!
Well for all of you that would like to see “The Thirsty Pirates” rock out before June 21st you can come peep us out on June 14th at “Ottos Shrunken Head” in the lower east side, 538 east 14th street. We go on at 7:30, a nice early show for you all.
Were playing on the “Frank Wood” presents showcase. This is kool because all of his shows get streamed live on the internet at http://www.nycliverock.com/
SO for those that cant make it, be sure to catch the show on the net, its sure to be another kick ass event. The pirates are coming to fuck shit up.
Punk Island June 21st on Governors Island That’s the name and location for the annual “Punk Island” show. A show filled with damn good music, tons of fun, with the great “New York” skyline as your background.
This is the second year for this venue, so come on out and show some support for your fellow punk rockers. This year yours truly will be playing at the festival. I’m the new drummer to “The Thirsty Pirates”, a pretty kool band that me and my bassist/friend/roommate have joined and changed the sound for the better.
Merchandise includes shirts, stickers and the limited edition skateboards can be bought at the island. Again, proceeds from all sales and your charitable donations (no matter how big or small) are our only means of financing this great event. So note that YOU are the one making this event a reality through your purchase and donations. After all, where else will you be able to see over 70 of your favorite bands play for FREE all in one exciting, action-packed day?
Everyone is encouraged register on the website to receive up to the minute updates, posts, blogs and information on this and future events. You may also make friends, posts to set up rides to the event and find places to stay, network with bands, promoters and check out the band’s sites.
Lastly, I want to remind you that since Governors Island is state park property, that alcoholic beverage, pets and weapons are restricted from the premises. For detailed rules and regulations please click on the following link: http://www.govisland.com/Visit_the_Island/rules.asp
Also, don’t forget to bring your cameras/camcorders as the panoramic views from Governors Island are beyond amazing.I look forward to seeing you all at Punk Island
“Unwanted Facials” is what it is called. My boy told me to look at it for a good laugh. Oh man, was he correct. This is some crazy shit. It is exactly what it says, unwanted facials. This is a video on “Efukt.com”.
This has got to be one of the funniest and craziest videos I have seen in a long time. Its all about this guy running up on unsuspecting women and shooting a load on them, by load I mean semen.
Seriously, this man comes up sneakily jerking off, walks up to the women and splash, he shoots a load on them. Tell me this isn’t crazy? Watch the video, laugh or get disgusted by it and let me know what you think. This video even has a dope song on it by the band “Le tigre”. This song kicks major ass. Watch the video for the song. If anything this video will make you laugh in the least. Peep it out and let me know what you think. Till next time….
Mount Vernon's lock down of the south side is a fucking joke and an insult to its people.
Yeah, it’s the “South Side” of town, and yes crime has been up, but crime is up everywhere. We are in a recession, people are broke and bitter what else can you expect? In a community that is so cluttered with people there is bound to be problems, but barricading the neighborhood at night is not going to help at all.
That is “Mount Vernon’s” answer to a lil crime wave, “Lets lock em in at night”. Very freaking smart. Just put a barricade on every street leading into this neighborhood, make life inconvenient for the people that come home from work late or decide to go to the store late. This is pure idiocracy. Idiocracy to the fullest. Shouldn’t they have increased police presence? Or try to educate the people about about crime, as in what to keep an eye out for and what to report?
No instead they lock us in our room like children. The only reason I believe this is being done is because of who lives in this neighborhood, people of color. A huge minority influence in this neighborhood, if crime somehow spiked on the “North Side” of town they would never lock it down. So why treat us like animals and cage us in? I have no idea why. I would love to know who the idiot is that thought this was a good idea.
All this does is build resentment towards our police and towards our local politicians. I would love to ask the mayor “Clinton Young” what does he expect from all this? Like seriously, treating people of color in this manner is such reminiscent of the 1950s and 60s. This is bad, real bad.
I even asked a cop what the hell is all this for? His reply was, “This is for the good people of the community”. Huh? You freaking serious, inconvenient the good people for a few bad apples? Well I’m a good person of the community, and wait till the next election, see who gets my vote. Not the ones in command now I tell you that much.
I know it isn’t a color thing as much as a crime thing, but what does it feel or sound like to you?
“I bust the windows out ya car you know I did it cuz I left my mark Wrote my initials with the crowbar and then I drove off into the dark”
And that is the song by “Jazmine Sullivan” titled “Bust your Window”…… (LMAO) Oh my, how our music has changed. Wow this song cracked me up. I won’t fake the funk, it is a damn good song, but the lyrics, which are a bit deep, are crazy.
“I must admit it helped a little bitto think of how you'd feel when you saw it”
Wow she was pissed! This song got me thinking about my uncles, and my boys. And on how when they would mess things up with a girl the girl would somehow ruin something of theirs. Like cutting up a shirt, a hat, or slashing car tires, even going as far as “Busting a window”.
Oh man, when a lady gets angry, she gets mad!
But this really got me thinking. I mean “Us” and by “Us” I mean men are not known for destroying anything that belongs to our ex’s. I have been dissed and even cheated on and all I did was punch the guy in the face and ignore her phone calls. I have had friends and relatives go through much worse then that, and all they do is say “fuck it! Life goes on!
Which is so true.
So my question of the day goes out to all my lady readers out there. Please answer me this question. Why do you destroy a man’s property to get revenge? What is it about it that entices you to do it?
And fella’s let me know what you have gone through? As in what was destroyed of yours.
Hello all. Blogs have been far and few. Oh that is true, well here I am just wanting to let you guys know how I’m doing. Let you all know I’m still alive.
Just went a whole month without my car, damn timing chain goes and that ends up breaking something inside the engine, and blah, blah, blah, one thing leads to another and I end up car-less for a month.
Oh here is the topper, on the day that I was supposed to get my car; I get a phone call from the “Yonkers Police Department”. They are calling to let me know that I need to come in and sign a “Proof of ownership” paper. I ask why and they tell me that an angry costumer walks into the shop and chases the owner with a bat and smashes the rear window to my car.
“Huh?”
“You mean to tell me that some man came in to the shop to kick ass and smashed my car window to show he meant business?”
“Yeah, we got the whole thing on tape.”
That just put another delay on me getting my car. The way the ball bounces for me huh? Oh it just so happens that on that exact same day I get hit with a bad flu. Four days of hell I tell you. The flu sucks big time. I haven’t had it in years and now I got it because my roommate went out to hang out in seedy areas with seedy individuals and he brings back the Black Death. Oh man, that flu hurt, a lot.
Well I advise you all to go out and see “The Wolverine” movie. That movie kicks ass with a capital A. For all the old school comic book dorks like me, this movie is the bomb!
Well I am recovery pretty well, a little slower then what I expected, but hopefully I’ll be back to myself by this summer. Till next time….
The Brady Rule. That’s the new rule in the “N.F.L.”. If you ask me it should be called “The Bitch Rule”. Here is the rule:
Competition Committee adopted a clarification of the current rule on hits to a quarterback in the knee area or below. The clarification specifically prohibits a defender on the ground who hasn't been blocked or fouled directly into the quarterback from lunging or diving at the quarterback's lower legs.
In other words, if you’re on the ground you can’t make a lounge for the QB. Your taught to kill the quarter back, to hit him, you make a living doing this, this game is all about hitting, but the moment you hit the ground you have to shut all that down and not take a lounge at the man holding the ball. Are you kidding me. They say that this is for the protection of the quarterback, huh? How much more protection does he need? Is he not a football player? Does he not play the same game as everyone else? If you want to protect him more, just get a better offensive line.
Oh man, this is just one thing I’m pissed off about at the time. I won’t bore you with everything else, but I will say I miss you guys. I miss writing out my thoughts and sharing them with you all. This injury has put me out of everything. I haven’t written anything in a long time. I haven’t really been doing much. Dealing with a lot of pain and having lack of movement on your wrist can do that to you.
One thing I have noticed being hurt and home a lot, and watching late night television, there is an awful amount of erectile dysfunction medicine on TV. Damn, every two out of three commercials are about E.D... Like what the fuck, do only guys with flaccid penises watch late night television?
Sorry bout that, that was another thing that pissed me off the other night. I’m gonna be off for now folks. Getting me riled up and it’s late. I need to relax, take a deep breath, ah better. Well thank you for reading my rant, hope all is well with you all.
