In the Biz

In the biz, the glam and the glitz

Crack like the Ritz my shit is the Twix

Sicker than sick quicker than quick 

Fucking your chick she's loving the dick 

she's a good girl I'm Robbin it Thicke

kick a the drum a run of the mill 

She's tasting the pillow I'm taking a pill 

stay in and chill and lay really still 

Jonah  and the whale Jonah the Hill

bill in the mail from a male named bill 

he's going to jail where he will be killed

all because he had stolen a grill 

an empty stomach he wanted to fill

laying it down and signing his will 

this goes out to mail man bill

I run in the house to clean some things 

just like a puppet with fancy stings 

I run and I laugh and I dance and sing

saving my money for everything

BLOGVEMBER 

Spring is in the Air

It feels so good to be back outside running around and having fun with my friends. It's finally spring again. I think that spring is highly under appreciated as a season. Summer gets to much credit. Although Chicago Summers are really great. What am I trying to say? Not sure really. Its so damn nice out I can hardly even stand sitting here at this god forsaken desk writing to you about this bull shit. I'm not angry or anything I just want to emphasize how unbelievably fucking nice it is outside right now! Right Here Right Now. Having fun again and making it look cool too. Oh yeah, Nobodies gonna bring me down. Sailing on Sailing on. Just Sailing on. Anyway Yesterday was pretty cool I got a ride out to the southwest suburbs where I recorded some voice overs for this animated feature about elves. I based the voice on this guy I know named Bradley who works at this bar called "The Store" It's a really great five a.m. shit hole. Well I caught a train back to the city and watched the Bulls in Triple OT through the window of the sport clips on Fullerton with about five other random guys. What a game, Nate Robinson had the game of his life. I went to the courts near my apartment and played prison ball for about two hours until a fight broke out because some guy blew a kiss at another guy. The game was ruined. I went home and drank brews for awhile catching up on mad men which is starting to suck or maybe it always sucked and I just didn't realize until now. Some really drunk dudes came over and we drank more brews and we recorded this video

After that we went out to that really great 5 a.m. shit hole I was talking about earlier "The Store" When we got there my brother ran into that fucking kid Eduardo so we had to tell him that he can go fucking suck his own fucking balls. 

Writing Wrongs

Sometimes I get pissed off and decide that all my blogs are pieces of shit that don't even deserve to be read. I must admit that as a writer it is a very depressing mental state to be in. You can't really shake the negative vibes and every thought you put down on the page ends up sounding forced and whiny. Oh how I relish the days when the voices in my head (The creative one and the critical one) are in perfect agreement and it is easy to execute my craft. On days like these hours seem to fly by while my fingers dance across the keys. 
 A good and well spent writing session is one of the most pleasurable things i can think of doing with an afternoon, although there are other considerations. It is hard to decide what I prefer, typing or long hand writing. Both get the job done but something about the long hand method just feels right. Typing certainly helps you to keep up with the high speeds your mental voice can achieve. Sometimes it's hard to keep up when writing by hand. I wish that everyone had a chance to experience the joy of commanding language to communicate ideas in a creative and artistic manner. It truly is one of my favorite hobbies. 

The Innards of thinking

Don't Ask

In the past year I have come a long way in some ways but in other areas (financial) I have very much remained the same. It is uncertain where the next step is. With no money and no paycheck in sight I sit and write and make certain that everything I do is for my self betterment. I can be the best if I try, I can do anything I want to. This is a testament to all those who don’t think that I have it in me. This is to all the stars out there who have accomplished so much already that there is no possible way I could dream of catching up. This is a message for anyone who desires to become something better than what they are. I will not rest until I have conquered all the fear and doubt the world has to offer.

Chicken soup and daiquiris for everyone captain, I expect its going to be a bumpy flight so please buckle yourselves in and don’t mention any of this to your parents when you arrive home later this evening to a darkened house with nobody home. Where did they go? You wonder making the climb up the stairs as an owl hoots alarmingly in the distance. Where are you from? What Government? What are you doing here?

 This is way way way outside your jurisdiction officer Rembrandt.

I have a fascination with old war time stories and novelty items. I don’t really understand the obsession but I suspect it has its roots in my childhood fondness of guns and artillery weapons. Strange I know but with whom the bell tolls may be he whom the ring is heard by. 

In the late hours of every night I go inside my closed bathroom and dance around in the dark. I do this because it is my intent to scare and or disturb one of my unsuspecting housemates upon entry to said bathroom. I can already tell that something magic is truly in the air because I am a writing machine right now. I feel like I’m back in school again. This is great the words just flowing out onto the page with a certain routine ability that impresses me whenever it reveals itself. I love the page and words equally but the real question is do I love the words written or spoken.?You must admit it is a tough question but if you look beyond the surface of the question you will see that I need to smoke some more weed. 

That's Not What it Said on the Goddamn Website

A few summers ago while working at the Wrigley Rooftops (The Rooftops of some of the buildings surrounding Chicago's Wrigley field that yield a good few of the action going on inside the friendly confines.) The Wrigley Rooftops or more specifically the Shefield Baseball Club. I was watching the bar in the third floor all star lounge when a man from St. Louis (I assumed because it seems like every time the cubs play the cardinals the entire population of St. Louis would take over Wrigleyville.) St. Louis being the home base of Annhieser Busch brewing the company the proud maker of Bud Lite and other Bud Products. The man I believed to be from St. Louis approached the bar wiping sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief (so he must be old) and I might add that he looked somewhat intoxicated. This portly mustached man stood there and without looking at the tap (which has no Budweiser or bud lite) and says "Bud Lite"(implying i should get him a bud lite) "Sir we don't carry and bud products, I apologize" "Well How about a Budweiser?' "Sir we don't have any Bud Products." He seemed to be getting more and more aggravated with my every attempt to help him understand that the shefield baseball club does not carry any bud products. "Well that's not what it said on the damn website!" He shouts looking cocky as if he has gained the upper hand (Looking back he probably went to the wrong website as it is very easy to get confused by the sheer number and size of the rooftop buildings.) "What Sir?" I asked wanting to see his explanation. "That's not what it said on the damn website. I spent about damn hours on the website and it said there was gonna be plenty of ice cold bud lite and Budweiser for me and my family. Now...Cuz a you boys here and cuz a that goddamn website now I look like a damn fool. I  done brought my whole family up here from St. Louis and there ain't no god damn bud lite and there ain't no god damn Budweiser for me and my family." "Well is there anything else we can get you? we also have Heineken, Amstel, Blue Moon, Fat Tire, Coors." "My family..." He mutters. (By now a line has started to form and some of the other employees are watching as well.) "What Sir?" "Me and my family." "Your Family?" "I done told you I have to have bud lite for me and my family. I swear I saw it on that goddamn website ahhh shit give me a motherfucking Coors!"