There's nothing I can say,
there's nothing I can do.
All you need to know,
is that I'm in love with you.

Tonight Ron says no more.

I was leaving Manning tonight, when the instant I turn out of the parking lot, a clemson city cop pulls up behind me so close to my bumper I couldn't even see his headlights. He follows me this closely for another mile, then into downtown. I don't know why, but tonight I felt that enough was enough. I brake checked him, and he almost ran into the back of my car. I could see the expression on his face in my rear view mirror, he was that close. After the brake check, I hit the gas and turn off onto a side street and park. The cop comes flying around the corner and pulls in behind me, blocking me in and switches on his blue lights. He throws the door open, already screaming at me in his pig language. I step out the car calmly, and hand him my licesnse and car registration. One pig takes the information, and the other starts yelling at me about hitting my brakes, almost causing him to hit me. Very laxly, I inform him that he was riding me entirely too closely, casuing an extremely unsafe condition for me and for him. I told him that I knew he was a cop, and that it was acceptable for him to get close enough to run my plates if he had deemed nessecary, but I wasn't speeding, nor was I swerving. So him following me so closely was unsafe and I didn't do anything wrong. By this time, 3 more cop cars pull up, each containing 2 more police officers. So now we're up to 8 cops, and 1 me. at this point, I didn't even bother to say anything else. So another cop starts yelling that he's gonna write me a ticket for this and this. I simply replied that he should write me whatever ticket he thought I deserved, and when the time for court came I would be there and he could explain the situation to the judge. At that point, 2 cars full of pigs left. Still fuming, the officer tells me not to do it again and leaves.
I don't know what made me do it, and it probably wasn't the smartest thing to do. But tonight, I just felt enough was enough. Go figure.

Blogging is the new hotness?? Please, I've been blogging since the early 80's.

Looking back on the memory of
The dance we shared 'neath the stars alone
For a moment all the world was right
How could I have known that you'd ever say goodbye

And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance

Holding you I held everything
For a moment wasn't I a king
But if I'd only known how the king would fall
Hey who's to say you know I might have chanced it all

And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance

Yes my life is better left to chance
I could have missed the pain but I'd of had to miss the dance


Garth Brooks

When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2
Who's to blame for both of them
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
Naw you wouldn't understand
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on
I reach my peak, I can't speak,
call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.
I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin',
matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.
[BANG]

- Christopher Wallace

My baby's back!

"hiciera el mismo- tomo la vida para ti"



Mardi Gras is Feb 8 this year. Plan to head to to New Orleans Thurs, Feb 4th- Sun, Feb 6.

Time rolls on.
It's more likely that the Bills will win the super bowl next year than me finally finding a job.
Amanda's back from Germany. It feels weird not being the only person here anymore.
Got the new harness for my car. Now all I have to do is rewire the entire car.
Driven 1450 miles in a little more than a week.
I wish I was ignorant of everything that involves trust. If just once I could be enough, that'd be all I'd want.