skadoosh!

the reasoning of this poem is simple. It's about the irony of spending an awesome weekend with someone and finding the absolute joy in the ending of said weekend. It's the tired ride home.


Week's end.

Your fingertips fall from lap.
Reflexed knuckles play savior
as your descending hand fastens to mine

Slow rides home on Sundays
This is what I savor
Relishing switching lanes as
I weave into traffic
extending my "shortcuts"

The mirror mentions my enjoyment.
I've seen this face before.
Old photos of first birthdays
Bandaged body parts chased by brief kisses.

Have to close that window
as I assume that breeze is too much
for your resting face.
Just beautiful.
You shouldn't deal with anything but dreams.

Feel like writing...

I am at fault.

My many successes have spoiled me.

They have caused me to spend precious seconds

gleaming at my own reflection.

Time better spent at the base of mountains.

Hands thrusted into the very earth.

Hands clicking continuously.

If it wasn't for the sounds of the clock

I would have believed I've again wasted precious seconds.

Yet I keep my eyes fixed on the ground before me.

I need only proof.

For the times I have failed.

For the few I have failed you.

I need this.

Misguided many have called me.

To them I forewarn the coming of a photograph.

I break to breathe and band my bruises.

Bending truths who's blared horns

blanked slates.

Clean and dry but no more.

I had reasons to lie.

And now have purpose.

Love.

Poignant and Impressioned.

Just a little longer now.

lets keep the old coming...

too cool writer? check
past poetry book? found
Over dramatic spanish poem fueled by lost love? you got it lol

Mis Suenos...

Ya no aye remedio
Estoy solo, mis noches perdido

La mujer que siempre me ha dado vida
Se enamoro con otro
Y no se que hacer

Pasamos anos juntos
Todo esto es nuevo otra vez
Rezo y rezo para alcanzarte en mis suenos

Old Poem...why not post?

early early writing...pretty sure its highschool.


Dominoes and cigar smoke
Roasted Lechons, dollar worth of churros
Mothers and Daughters window shopping through the ave.

Visions of my city
Corrupt Cops
Beggars we pity but...
Think twice before tossing change in their cups

Rest up
in the home of the virgins that give it up
pay phones on every block
next to a nickel and dime dealer
chasing a buck

Loose Blunts and dollar vans
driven by illegal immigrants
In transit, bonds forged through
suffering with no air conditioning

Anybody worth something had a nickname
the ballin' was done on courts
crying was done in court
summer sped by
whole crew breaking day on the porch

Places you never went to
Even if you knew
the face in the shadows
there were just places you never went to

Mother's watched us freeze tag
sitting on fire escapes
Called us in for supper
on cue with street lights

It's all love
Even when it ain't
I feel good knowing
I could be in any hood
and its always the same

Nobody bbq's like the blacks
Nobody can dance like spanish cats
if salsa's on the track

like i said, mami its all love
to every corner of the map
A-rabs in Paterson, Carjackers' in brick city
to the new jacks shooting craps

hrmmm feelin' poetic...

bear with me...its my first attempt at poetry in a long whileeeee...i wrote this open love letter in the style of that book that was in the sex and the city movie (i admit i fucking saw it....a few times) but this isnt that...this is...this is a poem poem lol
Lets call it...


Long after the goodbye
By DB


You leave gifts here.
The bittersweet thank you never manages utterment
Disbelief flashes, in the bat of your eyelashes
The double edge words disappear

I would love to thank you...
You see
I settle for your scent
Left lingering like long kisses
One without imagination would dismiss it
But after every departure
I breathe you and become....high

Romance is dead
Someone said with blind eyes
I inhale my desires' trail
Unfazed are the deaf ears of mine

I shift on sheets
Gradually grind
Grope...Stroke.
Unconvinced this pulse can die
This rush...
Slides through every touch
Before the smell departs
I take my shot to breathe you
I breathe you and become high

This ain't a song for the broken-hearteddddd

its my lifeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...its now or neverrrrrrrrrrr...I aint gonna live foreverrrrrr....is it me or does that promo for the bon jovi documentary/concert thing play every 8 minutes on showtime? I really don't have much to talk about anymore....ive become a pretty plain guy...LMFAO...just saying that outloud was pathetically unbelievable....I met my future ex, Blake Lively at my boys new hotspot restaurant/ping pong club...yeah i know lol...she was breath-taking to say the least....and as always i was as charming as fairy book white horse riding princes' get....so yes...I did basically assault her while spouting out compliments...WHICH SHE RETURNED...and i agreed to (my crimson leather jacket was tough)....been having so much fun lately....its hard to get back on the gym horse....i mean im not bragging but it seems when im getting to feel lonely and even desperate a slew of great (albiet; damaged, drug-using, determined, emotionally desolate, and oh yeah, taken) women spring from out of the wood work like cocoa puff seeking children...i did say they were great though...didnt i?....which brings me to my....hrmmm...what word do i use?...naughty but not sinister...morally questionable but not malicious....lets go with endeavors lol....I like women....i love good women....and i go fucking batshit for great women....they seemlessly mix looks with intellect, personality...they too are charming and sweet....and did something to peak my interest...where does the "problem" lie?....these women are usually friends of friends....and with friends comes....history....I keep quoting Vonnegut, which at a lecture, told these writers that we actually strive for these uber-dramatic lives that we see/watch/read in others/books/movies....and i would love to say i do it on purpose to hurt people but then again, you would have to be pretty dumb to think that you're actually that important in another persons life...perfect example...one im not prouf of...last night my brother and I visit white castle....the time is 5:37am and we only have 20 bucks....we order 28 bucks worth of shit...which is exactly what it is....we pull up to the window and i shamelessly flirt with the cashier of said drivethru....mature 40-ish latin women, brunette, hips, lips and big eyes....after the up and down, we take some things off (not clothes, this isnt cinemax or porn) of the food list and i pay...i give my apologies while taking the food from her...theres a pause...long eye contact....she winks, so i do too lol...i laugh and drive off knowing full well that I coulda been hitting that FA-SHO...my point is that she is somebodies' mother, aunt, cleaning lady lol....and i cant see how or why that would bother someone im not withhhhh....so when i meet GREAT or just good women and they spark my interest....why am i wrong in wanting to pursue them?....its all that grey area talk....oh no i know your not mine but you know i have feelings....oh no i said you could sleep with anybody...just not her.....oh no you shouldnt like her, we're best friends....please....isnt it more because you fear how you would feel if we found happiness together?...a happiness i couldnt or didnt find with you?....isnt that the real issue?....jealousy?...im not turning it on you, but i meet people all the time....and pretty or not, im not hitting on or am attracted to everybody i meet....so what it does it boil down to?....if i wanted to try to find the ever elusive happiness with someone who i met through someone that it didnt work out with, i think i should be able to pursue it?...and not just me....i think we all should....i had this girl friend....everybody wanted to get that....we broke up and i could clearly see that my boys' had interest...this bothered me....guy-code and shit...now i realize that its bullshit...i grew up and now see that its hard enough finding somebody to love....we're now making that field even smaller by adding these grey area rules?....honestly, what the fuck did i do to make anyone care for me that much?....or should i say, hate me that much?....lets all be happy....lets all find somebody to hold (its getting fucking cold lately)....idk, i go over it again and again and if you are honest with yourself, you'll see it too....maybe i have no shot with these women, but thats my fucking choice....i will always go after someone who i might be able to get and go home alone....then keep coming home to someone who is afraid to and therefore settles for the likes of me...think about that shit...ill leave you with a song, which i am actually singing (good thing for you, trust me)

ITS 4 AM AND I CANT SLEEP
ITS 4 AM AND I CANT SLEEP
HER LOVE IS ALL THAT I CAN SEE
HER LOVE IS ALL THAT I CAN SEE
MEMORIES MADE IN THE COLDEST WINTERRRRRRRRRRR

-DB the fucking "fill in the blank"

ev-er-y day a star is bornnnnn...clap for em' clap for em'

LEAVE ME, LEAVE ME...I FUCKING CANT STAND YOU/ WISH I HAD THE COURAGE TO SAY EVERYTHING I PLANNED TO/ MY GIRLFRIEND! MY GIRLFRIEND?!?...CALL HERSELF MY GIRLFRIEND, TELL ME THAT WE 'POSED TO BE TOGETHER TIL THE WORLD ENDS...wait, i hope im not coming off like im love-starved...its just a good song...which brings me to the reason for my revival...the blog is god, and i am his calf, Jesus Christ...back to my narcissism...ummm....the previous months have been great...problems, setbacks, strange occurances were expected...thats what happens when you dont trust anyone and everything is seen as possible...rain pour made up solely of meatballs? easy breezy....dick dying 2 min. into a romp (i did say strange occurances lol)...but things happens love, and its on to the next dot dot dot...and i do mean that....i truely believe that life is a group of moments...no set amounts including the moments themselves and the time you have on this earth to fulfill (or in my case, leave un-fulfilled)...on to the next job, woman, feeling...i've fallen in what feels like love twice this week alone...im not like normal people, my imagination is perverse and just....amazing LOL...men can see themselves fucking or being fucked by a woman ten seconds after they enter the room...thats just a warm up for me...answer the where? in a supermarket, library, beach, balcony of the white house....fucking lame...and sadly un-creative....i see time of day, breezes, clothes, moods, history, positions and i dare say ETC....i used to think i was just weird...but now its a gift...now i see why writing this movie is coming along easily...because i envision it to the T, and with rigorous typing...put it on paper....ahhhh thought processes and such, i mean i go back to not being exceptionally great looking...look at my friend, also had aspirations of being an actor, (no homo) but the nigga is gorgeous....but other then melrose place...he isnt gonna get shit....just because he doesnt have what i know i do....IT!!!!...everybody sees it....they hate it, love it, want to casually fuck it, but they acknowledge its presence...and as hard as it is to believe, i actually believe in myself even more now....so on with the weight loss, dentist appts....shit i might even pick up a drug habit....RIP Heath Ledger....so onward...onward!!!...cause if you aint moving up, you aint moving...PERIOD!!!...shit, listening to enough Drake to fill a yacht....friends (using the term loosely), stay focused...stop caring about others more then yourselves....i dont want all of you to succeed...well maybe all of you but after me...like I before C...like...i got nothing lol....just be happy....and dare i say, seek it out...look for it...have a plan and then abandon that plan and then pick up another one....mr. right isnt out there...well the truth is i dont know if he is...cause i aint looking for the fucker...but why rest you hopes on him...idk just a thought, and with all of this good tv on, why are people still watching HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN 10 DAYS, THE WEDDING DATE, LOVE AND BASKETBALL...the first two are decent but shit...let me tell you....i have an ex that had L and B over 10 different times (dvd and vhs) and will still drop everything and watch it to this day....sad, idk...weird...fucking yes....i dont have anything else for ya'll for now...just caught a spark (and a email from Ms. Anonymity, herself)...felt like contradicting myself and saving a few of you losers...before i takeover the brakes over nigga and imma keep killing em until the day that Dee's overrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr


-DBBBbbb ;)

Happy mother's day

This shout out isn't to the reckless morons who pulled star basketball
players' closer as they came just to see what it "feels like"...(warm,
I've been told)...or the spiteful newly made ex-girlfriend who thinks
"this might bring us closer" or "now I'll be in his life
always"....this is to mom-moms...who beat me senseless in the middle
of the bike aisle in toys r us...I think I love you for that...

Greys' almost fucked me up something raw...spent the whole weekend
drinking, dancing, yelling, eating and making out like it's back to
96'...I just pwn shit...have a few leads on some new new...gonna try a
few different approaches cause classic dan isn't getting the job
done...gonna have to grow long necks to reach the food source...ha,
look at me...all giraffe-like and shit.

-db

Detox...

You're boys' back in the building, Jersey we back on the map...Me and my beautiful biiiiiiiiiiitttt....wait...stop the tape lol...I have had another epiphany ladies and gentlemen...I deserve exactly what I get....I know I've told you I wasnt a good guy (details to follow) but it hit me more this week then ever before....yes you know what that means...I've been hanging out with my spiritual advisor and all around the pound for pound best guy I know....Manny Pacquiao....nah just fucking around...Big Du...One day I hope to be able to hand you my handful of good deed marbles (inside story)....I am getting closer to my six pack....I eat healthy (fuck me, I know) regularly now...Dont drink as much (ask haas, he hates it lol) and am saving money up to film my movie...but you know whats missing...that glow...yes like bruce leroy...I get the glow...and in total Danny Brigante fashion I feel the only way back to glowing (i think) is to spew the truth....About me, about you, about ray j lol....YEAH COCKTAIL...FUCK YOU UNIQUE (that was for jane)...Ok so let me start at the tippity.....whewwww....its been a while but I will try to give you my honest view of the last year cause like a selfish fuck I've been holding back....without further ado, here is (in no real chronological order) my thoughts....The year started out weak...except for my new found dedication to return to my former physical glory...I had recently dropped the fantasy of re-uniting with my "soulmate", kicked my best friend of 20 yrs. to the curb, lost my little brother to a woman (ie. devil)...shit, sorry I dont know much about pacing lol...Ok I know where we can start....People change....I get it...for the better sometimes for the worse...basically, (and in now way am I saying I'm bible-worthy) I held him down his whole prison stint when his family dropped him, when he didnt have a nickel after getting out, and during the hilarity of his relationship...for what? I dont have that answer...brotherhood? maybe....all that hard work and friendship was for nothing because I get anti-social and cant fuck with anybody who doesnt believe in progress by any means....quoting kat williams "nigga if you doing the same shit you were doing last year, something's fucking wrong"....i just couldn't relinquish within me the emergence of the idea that when we were apart I was always better myself or my situation....I sever ties...and I lose weight...I graduate...I land a great job...I write a movie....I get famous, blow up and make millions and am found by TMZ exiting a hotel with Sienna Miller...holy fuck I wish..but I do wish that person the best...good luck sir, maybe all of your hourly waged dream come true....I also gave up on love...that was a hard thing to do let me tell you...I was cruel...necessarily cruel...we were toying with the notion of quitting and actually did for a few months...but then....she starts calling as "friends" for "advice"....I wasnt having that....I said a few things, and hung up....and never looked back...which at the time I thought was a good thing...but I figured it out today (while looking...i mean stalking lol....her facebook)...how did I accomplish that with me having her blocked at all times? Ah ha, wouldn't you like to know....anyway....I caught wind of her having this October deadline...arrogance has me thinking it is one to get over me....or something of the like...I could only imagine the "support" coming from my fanbase of her best friends lol...and I use that word loosely....where was I?....oh yeah the epiphany....we never belonged together...you see seperate we are stars....but together we are just....explosive....you can't have that...all this time I've thought this weak fuck was a snake faggot fuck....no he isnt...he's perfect....for her...a star needs a sidekick, not another star....we need someone who doesnt burn as bright, takes up less stage....I looked at countless (9 lol) pictures of them and it kinda just clicked...this poor bastard is great for her...I mean I'm not a homo, she is still the most gorgeous thing on earth.....and the mere mention of her name will always ring a bell inside (thanks haas for mentioning her amazing looking profile picture at IHOP lol)....and probably the last black girl I will EVER date lol....but its just not worth having such hate/negativity in life....Love isn't worth what it used to be....if you know me then you are asking yourself one question...yes I did rub one out to one of the pictures lol....I mean you cant take all the memories out of your head....bathroom of the res life banquet (amazing)....you see shit like that, he is incapable of....which is why you shouldn't wait til October....ummm...so....good luck....Now moving on....ok, twice shit...I did it twice, couldnt help it bro, she is always gonna be hot lol....I also moved on a FWB's (friend with benefits) best friend...mutual as all hell but if you see the history of me and women (previous story) I'm like jack nicholson...I look better playing the bad guy then most.....so I always just go with it.....no I dont want your pity...Im just stating the obvious....so it's like this...I sent a inappropriate text to so and so, the FWB saw it, texts me with the much deserved "I hate you, we aren't friends" and so and so salvages their friendship by throwing me under the bus....phony? yeah, well-deserved? you betcha lol...you see I dont want to hurt anyone but DB lives his life the way he wants to...no one makes the decisions for me (sorry that was a jab at you lol) I knew if the FWB found the text she would be hurt and yet I sent it anyway, douchebag...I know....but I will always follow the old blood pumper when it comes to attraction....wow I feel better already....Rah recently told me, and I quote, "The one thing I love and respect about you that everybody hates is when you have something to say you say the shit, you just cant hold shit in." Thank you Rah....I mean it's hard my man....To always be real, while the people who lie and act fake get all the perks of being real with none of the headaches....but I just always have to...Do I have a million friends? No....and I think it's the way I've always wanted it...which is why Du has been put in my life...for every indiscretion I commit, there is a convo that shows me the ....I wanna say, the wrongness....of my actions....and he prays I do better the next time....thank you brother....really....28 lbs. to my perfect body....shit I want a six pack lol...I've become even more vane in the last few weeks, but I gave up hookers for good...(sorry Betzida)...cant be doing that shit, its a recession you know.....my baby killed her first lead in the school play...not too many things, not DB-related, perk me up like the thought of her shining....oh shit there I go being a good guy....I'll try to cut that shit out....gotta give the haters more things to knock....ummm....I'm getting back into training soon....Not gonna compete for titles or anything but I'mma give MMA a shot....or aikido....seems logical that as time changes, having a sick left hook isnt enough anymore....I had this dream a few times a week, for the last month or two....Its I AM LEGEND, no will smith, just me and my dog shadow....yes, there are zombies (shout out to HAAS)...but the thing is that I am alone....it quiet...and as sick as it sounds, I am.....happy...I dont know lol...maybe i'm the one who is settling for a lesser all around situation....but like I said before I think I deserve it....you know what, I am gonna try to be nicer to people...maybe if I do better, I'll get better....I cut off another best friend last week (I think it's my super power lol) but before you judge it was totally deserved...I mean if you're gonna go all out for people who treat you like shit and abuse your "love" or I should say your need to be accepted, then you should give the people who do love you and do accept you every last drop of your stillborn babies' blood....not the case I guess....asking for a favor just gives you the chance to me "yourself"....and after, belittle the whole situation so I get even more enraged....I get it....you dont see how what you do or I should say, dont do, affects people...god, I really just wanna say that you are exactly who they say you are....a judgemental and condescending brat....whew....I want to say that I apologize to everyone for most (lol) of the things that have cause anyone any strife....it just hit me though, maybe the reason she hasn't let go of "me", is cause she realized she is to blame for 50% of the nonsense, that was last year....either way waiting for an Oct. finish is dumb...I mean he does "love you" LOL....ok sorry that was the last joke...I do wish you the best....all of you....and you never know....maybe we can all move on and be "friends" LOL


yes, even you V (you obnoxious little troll, who no man will ever love cause you're damaged)

nah just kidding...seriously though ask yourself why no one is faithful to you...facebook me, i can help lol....ok ok...being nice starts now ha ha
FYDS...bitches

-D to the

Can you feel slightly undefeated?

Rosa Parks sat so Martin could walk, Martin Luther King walked so Obama would...Ummm No...Martin walked so you lazy, victim syndrome having, weed enthusiasts could be...Nah I'm just kidding...Martin Luther King Jr. was the greatest African American ever...I love a dude, who so believes in his principles, that could take a rock to the face and just march on while wiping the blood that trickled down...That's conviction...That's power...I mean power over oneself is the only true power...I don't mean the power to not engulf box after box of choco-diles and ho-ho's...I mean real conviction...Friendship...that's what I consider real deal holyfield power...It's hard to hold on to hope that I 'm not the only one of my kind around anymore...It looks more and more as if no one is acting like themselves...Bunch of Lil Wayne's, Tony Montana's etc...I never understood race confusion...White envying Black, Black envying whites...We (ya'll) are becoming replicas of replicas...sad...come on guys...I know it's cool now to love Obama...I know it's just as cool to be a rebelling badass and kick shit but can't you be original...I don't know...I had this idea that all suicide threats should sign up to be organ donors...(great right!?) Think of how many losers jump, slit, cut, hang, burn, and swallow (bullets and poison) and those precious organs don't go to anyone...Eh fuck it...I dont care...ummm...my abs are killing me...turns out the fucking treadmill computer was broken during yesterdays' run...I was walking on air after believing that I ran a mile in 6 minutes and 40 seconds...yeah...I know...what the fuck right?...I actually believed that shit...I had it on speed 10....fuckers and false hope...I almost fell off the machine when I attempted that shit today...Intense though...Found a new bar...Turns out my boy's uncle now has a bar in the heights...AWESOME...I know I don't drink like I used to but...I pwn at pool...and at being in bars...I'm that guy that you are looking over your shoulder at with the loud ass laugh thinking, "Damn what is he talking about...He looks like he is having a blast...Damn I wish I was that guy!!!...Damn I think he is a great fuck"...Ok well maybe not the last one lolol....But I'm a sleeper...I just need to get my hands on you though...and...ITS...A...WRAP!!! I'm having trouble keeping focus tonight on this blog...I was on a roll for the past few weeks but, this week has been very structured...routine, even...New Jersey ROCKS!!!!...I dont know lol...sorry, Its what I yell when things get quiet..."Snow is the semen of the angels"... Sorry again...but I actually said that one outloud...jesus, I'm bored...Sorry for this lame excuse for a blog entry...I feel like I'm limp during a hooker session...United States of Tara is awesome...way better then any show about an Asian/White family of 10...Lost is back and its still fucking...weird...those writers must have their hands on the greatest supply of Mama's Molasses (heroin) this side of malaysia...what are you guys up to?...Any plans?...I'm waiting for my Kate Beckinsale.

-db

Bears and Baby food...

I happen to love both of those things come to think about it...Hey guys...I just got home...Today wasn't grueling but when your me ("heavy is the head" kind of thing) it feels like a stone filled backpack is tossed from me when I enter those days for the last time....I fixed myself a bowl of rice and baby food for the final meal...Hot tea as well of course...I have a Brotherhood season finale to watch...Baby food in essence is perfect...It's whats given to us at our purest and uncorrupted state...No sodium or perservatives, none of those artificial Xyenpharamineoxide sounding words...Nope...just delicious perfectly seasoned pureed flavors...I am partial to the chicken dinner and the ham dinner...(Fruit is a given)...I mean I could house probably 15 jars of the mango or papaya...that shit is vag in a glass, if you ask me...MmmMMmMm (first bite)...Gym was good today...ran my 2 miles...triceps and shoulders....ping poon ping....I can't wait til march...By then hopefully this Obama fueled "love" will die down some...You would think he was jesus christ the way some of these people (mostly black) are talking...What do they expect? We're not gonna have to work anymore?...Life is golden from now on?!?!...Nothing has changed people...There is still work to be underpaid for...so get your 1.4 million asses out of D.C. and get to whisking...A few of my friends got negative because I'm too enlightened to be on the "We didn't vote for him just cause he's black" bandwagon...He landslid because the republican party had George Bush for a face...If Hilary won it would have been a McCain ass kicking all day...He's a nice guy don't get me wrong...But my mother (who can't be trusted) told me how all the morons in Cuba ran alongside Fidel...How they all thought he was god...and we all know about the 20 inch broomstick he shoved into the collective ass of the Cuban people...I'm not saying he's a communist or a dictator...I am only saying putting all your eggs in the same basket might have you hit by a bus...And yet they provoke me..."Just stop...be quiet...let me be happy with my moment"...LOL...nuts...they have to be....you feel more american now?...Is racism gone?...Is the economy fixed?...Is healthcare affordable?...NO...no bullshit, "wait you'll see"...no...fuck that...right now...a bird in the hand is worth 2 in the bush...and a bush is worth 2 obama's if he hasn't had the chance to do anything yet...atleast we know what the fuck is going on in Bush's head..."I wish they put bananas in my oatmeal...what channel is Footloose on?"...Im gonna finish my bowl of baby food rice mix...but first i'll leave you with a thought...If you walk into bear territory and disturb him and he rips your daughter (age 6) into pieces and you come back with a gun and kill him, who is wrong?...Don't piss of the bear (me), talk shit about the bear (me) and get mad when he rips little Lisa to shreds...I have no time for fake niggas, just sippin crystal with the real niggas...from east to west coast spread love nigga...and while you sit at home reading a blog, i'm counting real figgas...BOOM!


-D to the motherfuckin'

Downtime...

For the most part, I know who reads my blog...It's the standard mojito...Some ice (cold & bitter women), Rum (real friends), Lime Juice (Sad, Sour Women), Sugar (sweet strangers) and fizzy soda (...i got nothing lol)...Now I can admit (humbly of course) that I am amusing, entertaining, refreshing, charismatic...ok, i'll cut if off there lol...but for the life of me I don't understand why people who don't like me, read it?...Why if I have "wronged" you, torn out the very heart that keeps you on this earth; Why, if my lively existence ruins your day...are you reading my blog?...Why do you go as far as to comment on my blog?...Why are you inching me closer to 1000 hits?...I, in my exponentially larger brain, can not figure this out...Stop reading...Isn't there a corner that needs crying in? Shouldn't you be out blaming me for your pitfalls and flaws? I used this person or that person...well let's just call them "gurls" lol...I hit on the wrong gurl without any reason?...its not like we got drunk and had a 2 hour "deep" talk on the in's and out's of morality based choices...I couldn't tell you if this "gurl" made it abudantly clear that when she went home at night, she would think about me "in that way"....but what do I know...I'm just an asshole with a formidable vocabulary...yet, I sleep just fine...I must be doing something well, if you're still coming back...for more...abuse?...Is abuse the word?...Is it my ego, or do I just attract weak women?...Should I start shaving? Wearing red? I don't know should I hang out in sports bars and yell out shit like, "Come on Ref get off your knees, YOU'RE BLOWING THE GAME!!!"...cause I doubt I could be that guy...But if it means I will attract a "realer" level of people, then I guess I'll be the guy in the crimson pullover tossing back warm Killian's routing for Kurt Warner...I write as to not strap on a dildo, a C-4 packed vest and storm into a daycare center...It's Theraputic-al LOL...Why do you read it?...Is it theraputic-al for you? Or are you just bored at work?


"friends are enemies with better costumes"

-db