1s and 0s

Do people even know what the hell they want out of life? We contradict ourselves so much that it's sickening. It seems technology has taken our lives over so much we forget what words we say and what they really mean. Unlike a hard drive that stores stuff and spits it back out when needed, people have those two things that thump hard when used. And always in opposition. Do we truly mean what we are saying when we say it or is it just talk? I don't know, life is turning into nothing more than ones and zeros. It is or it isn't. No more in between or outside the range.

Those dreaded locks!

Today I was at an interview for a job that I am more than qualified to do. However I was turned down upon getting to the interview. Why you may ask? My hair. Both the color and the fact they are dreadlocks. I am ok with the color issue. The dreadlock itself though? Hmp….stereotypes are alive and well I see. Let’s look at some shall we?


1.You can’t wash your hair with dreadlocks.


Uhh…are you stupid? Dreadlocks are like any other hairstyle. If you don’t take care of it then you’re head will look a hot mess. If I white person doesn’t wash their hair everyday then it’ll start getting nasty. If a black person with their hair natural (let’s just say long hair for women and shortish for men) doesn’t wash their hair every few days then it’ll get nasty too. We can talk about every ethnicities hair maintenance but bottom line is shit will start smelling and looking a mess if you don’t take care of it. Dreadlocks are no different


2. People wearing dreadlocks are just pothead hippies.

Ok, you are stupid. Dreadlocks are only associated with this because of cultural traditions that have members that do smoke. Also Rastafarians get a lot of flack because they believe smoking a damn plant is sacred. Ok, let it be and lets move on. Giving them a headache is like saying drinking wine as a sacred refreshment should be banned in Christian institutions. Get outta here with this mess…
I have never smoked. I know many locked people that have never smoked. Can we lay this to rest? Hair doesn’t dictate what substances you like to put in your body.



3. Dreadlocks are for hoodrats.
Ugh. Stereotypes piss me off. I’m just a pitbull and Crown Vic away from getting a frequent stopper card with the PG police I believe. Hair does not dictate hoodrat thangs. Hoodrat thangs dictate hoodrat thangs. This is where we really need to stop looking at outward appearance and look at things that actually matter a lil bit. “What else is there then?” Let’s see, we have community involvement, education, experience in a field…I think the point is clear. Obviously my resume will look different than a 350lbs, 6’6” Tiny that’s serving double life sentences for murder (oh, and just happens to be black with locks).

Well, at least I have 2-3 years before I join white (opps, I mean cooperate) America!


Part 2 coming soon...

The Mustang Mentality

1964. Year of the Mustang. The year people lost their damn mind over a car.

The situation.

Red light. In the right lane yours truly in his kitted Focus. Jamming to 'Let it Rock' not paying attention. In the left lane, middle age dude in a fifth generation Stang with his obviously younger blond with the big ol ballons the doctor implanted. Light turns green. I get off the line fast because that's how I drive. Ol dude guns it and pulls away from me as you hear his engine revving to redline. Sidebar: He has the single exhaust tip so that means he only has a V6 mustang...aka a punkass mustang.

This situation is fairly common among Mustang owners I see. Guy's always want to go against any car they might think has ANY kind of modifications. And if they don't see one then just drive like a general asshole. Why do these guys drive like such pricks and think they're cool? It's because they have big dicks. When I say big dicks I don't mean real dicks. I mean imaginary i type of dicks. They are only fooling themselves. Oh yea, no homo.

Gone Fishin'

Fishing in the Potomac. You'll never know what kind of fish you'll pull out of that mess. Could be something with five eyes or two tails. No matter what it is you'll be left kinda blown you caught it and wasted your time. Throw it back and keep on going. There will be someone down stream that wants it or is desperate enough for catching anything. Or maybe they like that kind of thing, I'm not one to judge.

I'm tired of fishing in the Potomac river, it leaves me disappointed in the end. I'm upgrading. Taking a trip to the Caribbean and do some chill ass fishing in a chill ass world. Or maybe I just need to take a break from fishing and take up a new hobby. Maybe fencing or hiking? Who knows...

My starting 5

I did one of these on FB but didn't go into too much deep stuff. If your reading this you probably deserve to know more anyway...


1) I've been an athlete since I was 5. At a time when most kids were inside playing games I was still outside getting bruises and busting ish. I feel that this has been a gift and a curse. Gift because I know what being healthy is like. I know what motivation is. I know how it feels to reach goals. Curse because I know how it feels to fall short. I know how it feels to under perform. I feel because of this my college experience hasn't been all it could have been at this point. Between mono my freshmen year and my current state as a track runner since the start of this school year I don't know how to define myself anymore. My motivation toward any of my goals has been dwindling a lot lately because of this. It's a feeling noone can relate to unless they have been in my situation...that includes fellow athletes and normies.

2) People piss me off. Too many excuses and false promises. On top of this people cannot admit to admitting when someone makes a human mistake. Whether it be someone messing up a pizza at a pizza place or a QB makes a bad pass. Give them a break folks...

2a) I feel this needs a sub bullet. I FUCKING HATE liars. I've been trying to cut my cursing back but that is how I feel about liars. No one knows this but I've been lied to more times then I care to count by people that claim they care. Your lies hurt. Stop it. And people wonder why I don't show emotion much or tell all my business....

3) If I ever met my sperm donor or his mother I'd probably kick them in the shins. Jackasses.

4) As much as this post show far makes me sound evil and bitter I'm really not. If your one of the few that really knows me and is cool with me you know I'm too soft for my own good sometimes. That is only if your good with me....or your lucky.

5) I've come to realize music is my outlet for everything. Music is my religion, the fretboard is my church, and pinch harmonics are my savior...

This a way, that a way

Running to piss poor standards. Being a major bum. Playing guitar more and more. Considering how to make money to buy guitar stuff. Making decent grades at last. Flashbacks galore. Regret.

So many opportunities. So many blown chances. No time to wallow in past mistakes so where to now? Forward. How can I go forward if part of me keeps going backward? Where am I anyway? Forward and backward must cancel each other out. I = 0. Whatever happened to I >> 0?

I just want a chance to shine, who will give me my chance? It'll be hard since I'm not me.