Left on Earth 3

Another point blank incident by my own race this time got me thinkin', who barked up the wrong tree? I thought to myself, the tree is never wrong, it was the dogs who was barkin'. It took a mutual agreement of a friend of a friend to let me ride out that night not wanting to escalate the problem at hand. You cats could of sprayed me on my trip back because ya'll was practically driving next to me one lane over followin' for a good minute and two. Like I said before, why pull a strap if you ain't finna gat? This is where I questioned the mighty God himself, how many times have you let me escape death aside from heat related issues? I kinda lost count but you get the idea.

Left on Earth 1

When I was thirteen, I was point blanked iron sighted by some bitter Hispanics. I was leading a group of friends of about 8-10 on my skateboard heading to the local elementary school to get my skate on and entertain a few. A group of 4 Hispanics on bikes came my way and one pulled his gun out, I glanced forward pushin' my wood still, glanced at him, looked back only to see two guys behind me. It was Berry and George, the rest ran like bitches I guess and shows what they would do in the heat of the moment. I kept doin' what I was doin' and and by the time I had turned my head back around, those guys just rode off. I don't have anything to say about people who pull straps and don't gat. I mean, shit, if you wanted me that bad, you should of let off. Don't front and intimidate for no apparent reason.

Deck'd out Dire

I've come to realize that more than half the furnishings in this hell hole rent a space my father put in my face is a combined effort of me and mines that dug up w/o a case. The dirt I done kicked up makes up for the work he ain't picked up. I know it ain't your fault, but I can't explain it to you by default, language.

Burnt Mission

Gazing on the horizon like diamond gleaming the eyes man. No time to be keen, I'm on the line man. Sit back and enjoy the ride fan, the tan khaki's on track, bam. One for tha team, I'm in your door, with a muggin' mean, you hit the floor. You fuckin' whore, I ain't get shit that day, not much to explore. I left me askin' "we finna get some more?".

Spring, Texas

My experience in Spring,Texas is minuscule compared to the daily grinders of that geographic location. Having been accompanied by my older brother and his father away from home during the retreat I called upon has turned my hectic scenarios into a more subtle standard approach. The vast open area makes distinguishing old sectors from new ones a sinch. Wide roads and lanes are accomodated with stop lights placed horizontally, trenches lay alongside waiting for that heavy rain. The combinatorial ads of new homes are placed at every major corner for hopes of a newly interested customer. Many small businesses are placed according to sound decisions and drives the locals in for their convenience rather go the distance for similar specialty. I view this as a great escape from the inner city of Houston, a modern rural sprawl with upcoming opportunities if so desired. The people are friendly regardless, a sense of small town hospitality in a spread out space. A little too quiet if you ask me, great for raising children and spending quality time with just about anyone who's important in your immediate surrounding. Not my ideal place but an interesting investment upon the horizon.

Tacoma, Washington

My trip to Tacoma, Washington in the summer of '97 as an adolescence was an exciting one. I smoked ganja and drank with some old cats up there (Tacoma Boyz, Original Lazy Boys), surpisingly enough, that was when I was introduced. When cargo pants were the thing down in So Cal, it was outdated by Tacoma's standard. Long hair, down to the back was in style while shortly after, So Cal caught on and a few including myself grew it out. It was clear the interracial dating brought the first I've witnessed a couple of Afro-Asian American babies. My attention to environment wasn't clear at the time, but I enjoyed my stay by taking in on the moment.

Frantic Fallacy

With passion of exuberance, the drive of an unconditional feeling overpowers the heart. My dear love, your pride has void and fell apart. Theatre researches blooms the art. I take my days ever so slightly from the start, and yonder what ought to be in plain sight. The intricate yet delicate tendency to take flight, is limited by the colors of right then passed to do what serves the night. He yearns for the dawn of light to spectate and retract the cord of memories. Brought together by slow recovery, wishful thinking sparks discovery. Not to mention faith and fate, collaborative promises are never too late.

Honey M.J.

Honey dipped marijuana extra dry was my first experimentation to sell dimes at the cost of a quality product. This was of course in the days of my early life at around the age of 14-15. I was in no way trying to impersonate a big time dope dealer, just pushin' what I had to make a few bucks to spend. The customers were satisfied but I was not lookin' to make a career of slangin' M.J. while I too was enjoyin' it firsthand. I had side tracked and moved onto priorities rather than livin' the life of a money muncher. It was a call I had to make wisely to get where I am today.

Dirty Laundry

The old local complex laundromat is notorious for engaging in illegal activities. At such a young age was I exposed to bad habits influenced by older cats. My first tattoo was finished in there (when I was 12) and the tools of a crime I did not participate in but labeled an accomplice to, was dropped in there. First came the 40 oz. OE and St. Ives, Silver Satin, then stress sacks moved onto mid greens and chronic, after that I fumbled with methamphetamines for just a few months in the span of a couple of years. All in a little room provided for the tenants, housed attempts to break in and steal the quarters that ate nonstop once in a long while. The electric breaker that powered the lights in front of the complex and everyone's door was shut off and on vicariously. The joy of a rebellious youth matures sooner than a young hip adult with no prior experience.

Summers Past

I can't help but sit here and explain a debacle I have going on this very moment from early on this year. Just before the economy started getting weak last year quarter 2-3, I was laid off from a company that employs nationwide. I then was given a choice to file for unemployment (which I did) and look for jobs (which I received) nearing the end of 3rd quarter. It wasn't a problem until a few fellow acquaintances started taking advantage of my generosity during my two month break last summer. I payed my bills and had savings to pay the following month in the event I do not get hired elsewhere. So, long story short, I've partied hard those available days and evening knowing what I knew then, that I was heading downhill from being around those guys on a daily(nothing against ya'll, my judgement was clouded). My escape from the harsh reality, so it seems, was to drink my frustrations away and somehow lead to what I thought I would never get into again, drugs. Not that I haven't experienced them before but to get into a semi habit of tokin' was ill fated. Things started getting harry and my conscience snowballed into a catasrophic life changing event altogether. The choices I had started getting slimmer and by the time I realized what big a mess I got myself into was too late to back track and attack verbally and set things straight. This led me on a journey to clean my act up on the months ahead clearing my conscience from anything that I deemed unworthy to deal with.

Free Life

The best things in life are free. Among these life changing events are obstacles to overcome and passages to pursue. Acquiring the right amount of tools to enhance our daily living is a plus. Setting an example and seeking a purpose defines our genuine quality. Reaching out and guiding the not so sure boosts morale. Only when tragedy occurs do we as people care to look beyond the vertex and give a helping hand. In the essence of immediate failure comes the prominent effort to correct these problems. Everything else that comes to mind is just part of a relief. A wider stance, grabbing chance, up to the minute clamorous glances make up the neverending
dance.

Soul Crush

Would you consider a person dispicable for having done wrong once at an early age into adulthood relating to relationship matters? Is it too extreme to label someone in your books a "cheater" because of one incident? How would you go about proving a changed person by simply asking or believing in their words? I ask these questions because I was that young adult who committed such a horrible thing. Despite the guilt, I have confessed to the young woman I was dating. It was bottled up and whirling in my head, the vivid words of wrong doing shot out from my lungs expressing a forbidden plea. She gasped in awe, tears trickling, emotions climbing, heart wrenching, gut crunching, and I cringed disgracefully. Looking at her poor soul smashed from words no one ever wants to hear set the tone straightforward into victim mode. I cannot say it was difficult to have said those things but to live an ongoing lie and secret was something I'm not down with. I do not feel good about what took place but, crushing a heart is the worst anyone can do to someone else whether unintentionally or otherwise. My views and goals have changed, I accomplished a few and many are bound to come. I believe everyone deserves a second chance of redeeming themselves to be accepted for forgiveness and moving on carrying the idea that change is for the good of self improvement. I would like to argue to anyone that “once a cheater, always a cheater” is not exactly true based on exercising the transition. If you feel obliged to answer those mistakes and erase some names from the bad list to not so bad then seeing is believing on top of building a rather unique trust that shows a slight interest to sustaining the prior relationship towards that person.

S&D

Steve and Darrell, my brothers from one other. It ain't the same when the pack is splintered, I put up the packs of sticks that cause cancer and shivers. Don't forget a trigga, my ways of livin' has been cleansed from litter. No support what so ever, I gotta live like a feather, floatin' freely from dimes untethered. No boundaries, crossed forever, inundaned mandated brainwave that's marked unclever. The freeway clear day drops flee near together, I'm under the weather, no matter or whether, it's known irregular to be at peace now then never. Outspoken in the publics eye, keepin' a composure, I'm not ready to die. Self contained, I trained my mind, not runnin' but hummin' a cry, J.C. doesn't forgive, he's dead for tha lie. In bed, it's fetal position and fatal to be wishin' what not and who gives a kissin'. Please, keep it real until the end it's near. 2012 and 2016 is the date you ain't gotta fear. Lil bro showin' love from a complicated day facin' the rear, the view none other is drownin' face flat weepin' in tears.

R.I.P. George

It was a gloomy friday in the month of November the 2nd, 2001. I was just 15 years old that time and was enjoying an evening at Cal Rec. playing billiards with some neighboring friends. It was a usual afternoon through evening day as any other, the intentions of getting home safe was not really an issue to be concerned with besides knowing the correct path to take when heading back home as the racial tensions between Asians and Hispanics were starting to peak again. Once a few of us left, we assumed the remaining party would be ok since they had bikes and we pushed wood through the urban concrete cracked surface streets and alleys. By the time we got back, I was in a frenzy to spark up a blunt and get my high on. At that moment, a half a dozen gunshots were let off in the radius of about 2 1/2 blocks from where I was. I quickly questioned an acquaintance next to me if he thought that would be one of our boys in the midst of puffing. In half hours time, my brothers' friend came franticaly explaining what he thought had happened since he was near the scene of when it occured. I then took in what appeared to be a dream in the wake of coming to disbelief and felt blank throughout the end of the ordeal. I couldn't shed a single tear when it came to the final viewing as it struck me vaguely on why not, but why so and what's really at hand as a whole.

Shock Value

Abrasion tone elevated in a reapers home, laceration face palm'n in your throne, bow fainting out. The knee drop in front of your door to the exit wound walking a blur, I couldn't rearrange my face when it came down to the stare. It took a rejection to cause you to snap, should of thought of that before you left me for crap. In defense, I let you off the hook so easily, I mean seriously all you should of done was please me to leave it be. No remorse so I jumped the gun with the next, which is now another ex in respect I regret. The rush for another just seem so lush, I can't disrespect myself to go beyond a modern day crush. I leave it at that to find tranquility while the will is free. Adjusting a common goal, my life is still ready to unfold, the stories I've told really never gets old.

Outlook

A new start in life heading directly for the brighter side of things can only be that of a good thing. Sometimes, picturing what it would be like in the future can relieve what's been having a firm grasp on your memory from the past right this instance. It holds a positive attitude to strive for no matter the situation. When things get sour and start to shower, the best way to deal with it
is running for an hour. Stress and pain, agony and problems, frustration and anxiety are exfoliated as the negative glands exits the innocent skin from damaging itself any further. Sinking self-esteem degrades and chips away the character aura of which we feel individually. To recover the loss of personal character growth, it's inevitable to avoid major catastrophic red flag events, this excludes anything obvious.

Cigarettes

At the steady peak of many wasteful days and nights beginning summer of '97 through '02, I cannot recall the exact time of day (summer '97) of when I started smoking cancer sticks but the primary reason was, no, not to be "cool" but that of personal issues like an alternative to relieving stress. The lack of parenting is sure to be a likely candidate to blame first and foremost, then again, I see this problem as a learning experience. Not every kid that grows up under strict rules ever follow the orders put out by parents in the first place, unless of course, they come from another background. The endless possibilities of screwing up very young is not far fetched but that of natural selection. My father is a hypocrite but he has put an effort to sway me in the right direction by telling me not to smoke and yadda yadda yadda. Being the youngest of three, I can surely say, no one was ever there to look over or after me. The only immediate “family” I've endured were the acquaintances that surrounded me during these young free times. It's official as of yet that smoking is a thing of the past not to ponder and dwell on the hardship that leads me here presently. While polluting my lungs heavily prematurely, I've concluded that no matter what type of smoke enters your body, cold turkey is the most rewarding accomplishment to attain. Once you start to feel the wrath of nicotine and any other chemicals associated by inhaling toxins into your system on a day to day basis, then, you'll know it's time to put up that lighter and call it quits.

On a side note... Left on Earth 2

Three luckies from every pack I've bought have always been saved for the final few puffs. I treated those 3 as if my life was on the line for every encounter and in one instance did I believe it save me for some odd reason. One night I went downstairs in the complex I resided in to enjoy the last lucky cigarette I had in possession with me only to spark up that very moment to gunshots from a guy standing 15-20 feet away letting loose trigger happy. In the split second of hearing and not seeing right when I sparked up the lucky, I had no choice but to run up the stairwell onto the second floor. Minutes later, I come to see a bullet hole penetration from the right side of my Levi's where my knee is located (enter and exit hole). It was only one inch away from taking my knee out and should I thank the superstitious conscience of believing in luckies. Being shot is not what makes you harder or stronger but represents an equal amount of danger to the person who escaped death one too many times as opposed to not ever point blanked or targeted on a few occasions at all. So, don't ever forget those luckies whether 5 or 3 flipped upside down after a fresh pack packin'.

Persevere

Ignorance is bliss when filtering the damned unknown to man when casting a solution to a cause unheard of principles over matter mended minds. Uncontrolled naive propelled actions damage the soul but strengthens the heart profoundly for a cure. Self sustained and contained thirst for righteousness penetrates the deepest, darkest, and dirtiest fortress to withstand the opposition to take into account the forthcoming consequences. Instinctual feelings are best explored in pursuit of the purveyor with untainted aggression for the best outcome...

The Gerald Desmond Bridge

The Gerald Desmond bridge between Long Beach and Terminal Island is an amazing structure to run on. It's about .97 miles from one end to the other and running one way is not an option unless you are headed elsewhere. The start up stretching area, just outside Molina Healthcare is an ideal place to warm up. From that point on towards the GD bridge is approximately .67 miles. So, basically it would be an overall 3 mile (5k) cardio round trip. That would be a great starting position to and from if consider a beginner or starter, whichever suits you. Now to add on additional miles, it would be recommended to do a little research and pick a business center, or better yet, an area of interest whether it be residential and/or business further away from the initial starting location. As you progress in time and/or speed/pace, then it's soley up to you to find other unique jogging/running spots. This is great for anyone looking to get away from the treadmill or simply just to explore your surroundings.

Accelerated

The LHC(Large Hadron Collider) is a very intimidating scientific system put forth in testing by none other than CERN. The main purpose of it's use will be to further explore the magnificent atoms that make up the universe of what it is today. An experiment to try and obtain "Big Bang" theory like temperature in a controlled environment examined by highly qualified physicists and scientists alike. I have seen on a few pages of media about concerned citizens worrying about it's primary and life defying use, but have not dived into comments as I can already see the accusations that would hinder the educational purpose. This is an interesting test being put out by the founders of the WorldWideWeb. There's even an atom in the name of God himself of which we are seeking to match the equation of the nano instance. I stand with the physicists in order to gain a piece of time and space itself added with what we know as massive energy mingling with each other to eventually become what is now, the Universe.

Meantime

Seasons change and so do people, reasons arrange around the leap hole, Times push forward and we seek the past for things that don't last, Presently speaking for the many weep whores and tragedy crash, Dragged out from existence and faced with a distraughtful living mass. Until the we find the inner sanctum of sanity with pleasant forms of humanity, I give thanks to the donor of seeds he has bestowed upon me, Not raised rightfully, but grew up along the way despite the fee, I'm talkin' natural consequences for natures intentions, donned the blame of detention, With plenty of tensions comes will of another resurrection. Predetermination racin' above inflation, cast a shadow of a greater later nation, Not enjoyed by propaganda but a lively agenda, No wonder I'm livin' under a heavy coup de'tat mantra. Philosophical intellectual property preach poetry, I'm no entry but sleeps knowingly. Given up fear in search of hope, Greet life as it is, It's fucking dope.

Zune

I just got the Zune 8gb in black and I'd like to do a short consumer review. First off, the packaging approach put forth from Microsoft is something unique as it adds an artful and sleek welcoming intro. The simple and intuitive functions of sync and software available for download at zune.net/setup is a way to stay connected with content via web and interact "socially" with fellow Zuners. Now for the product itself, I'm impressed with how the touch sensitive control is quite simplistic and really responsive. There's even an option to turn touch off for a more accurate press and click scheme if thats your style. It's light and feels fragile yet seems sturdy if taken care properly. This is perfect for someone like myself as I would have not like to jog or run with the larger 80gb and 120gb respectively. The preinstalled content is an extra for someone who does not like scrounging around for wallpaper or in this case, a background, the default is cool enough for me. The FM player is mediocre and delivers what any other ordinary device with an FM tuner would have w/o the antenna extension. Overall, this is a great product for an ordinary Microsoft user like myself and while not a fanboy of any specific type, like it or not, it's well designed.

OO Impression

Sweet, first time user of OpenOffice Writer and I'm impressed with the layout and UI. This is almost like Microsoft Word but without the application fee. I have many things to learn from about user/developer created content that's actually free. Not that I'm a cheap skate or anything, it's just the community that's involved with the process of contributing ideas and updating quirks and bugs at the cost of other users is awesome. I can honestly say this will fulfill the needs I have of getting simple writing tasks done and from my initial impression, I would have paid for such services, instead I'll be donating when time comes. Kudos to always to open content.

Google Chrome

Google Chrome was awesome, till it crashed my laptop. I don't know whether to try it out again and see if the problem persists, but it caused my wi fi to limit itself and shutting down the notebook was impossible. For the wee hours of the day of loading page after page from the net with this particular browser beta was a breeze besides cpu spikes when the laptop was warm. The structure is simple yet manages to do it's job in a timely manner on par in comparison to Firefox 3. I'd like to give it another shot, but it's going to have to wait for a bit in order for me to actually link the problems that occured and directly associate it with Chrome.

Econ Rant

I’ve been living under a rock for a couple of months now, since the start of summer actually and for the first time I can see what the economic impact has on the citizens of our great land. Never have I felt “alone” in a city before while pumping gas at the 76 station. There were no one else, and usually, from past experience at least one other person or two are pumping. This to me has not only showed what a weak “recession” we’re having but it demonstrates the reality of it. Democrats are pushing for a second stimulus check, but I doubt that it’ll go through since there is a price to be paid for and money given away for free at a cost does not happen this often. Honestly, if the good people that were handing out unemployment checks to begin with only took it serious in the 4^th quarter of last year then, I am a victim of being unable to collect those so called Social Security Income. I’m past the anger and frustration stages of when they rejected me since last summer, otherwise I’d still be collecting with the added extension in which news broke and pissed me off even more. Not that I refuse to look for a job, I have, it’s just no one were accepting at that time and many other companies started cutting people loose. I paid my taxes and have not seen a dime in return. It’s well over a year now and really, I mean really, I’ve suffered enough of it. I would have not enjoyed receiving money for sitting on my ass all day so it doesn’t mean much to me, just the sheer fact that what I gave to the government never made it back to me as promised when an event like this occurs. I’m taking a new direction in life as of yet and still waiting patiently to pursue it in hopes of an early date for me to actually go forth and obtain it. From hectic and uber busy to calm and slow is a change I’m not willing to accept any longer. Cheers.