Brothers in the Sky with Diamonds

Time is fleeting just two more hits

Walking fast to explore this

Pushing forward to the world unknown

As if our destinies were already shown

Must go on can’t look back

Can’t see anything in our path

Purple explodes and clouds appear

We just need someone real here

Hello Strawberry Fields Forever

Our cigarettes ash never

We’re in the den with our brothers

The world under us just hovers

The Blue Stain on the floor

This isn’t my room anymore

Our bonds will never lack

Heaven to Hell and back


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Posted by on August 21, 2011 in Uncategorized


Stylin’ and Profilin’

One day, I clocked in at work and went to my prepared station. It was a normal day, the day before the Fourth of July weekend. This heavy-set jolly African-American lady was working the same station as me. She actually trained me a year or two ago when I first started. That day she seemed kinda gloomy.

Now, being the person that I am, I try to converse and make her laugh. She speaks but doesn’t say too much. I ask her what she is planning on doing for the weekend coming up. She tells me that her husband just left her and that she will be alone. At first, I didn’t know what to say. Hell, I’m young man with no serious relationship and she was a middle-aged woman who was in love. So I tell her this.

“You’re gonna go out, buy you some shoes and a little black dress. We’re going to go to his work and make a ‘walk’ around the store. We are going to make him jealous and let him see the mistake he has made.”

From then on out, she’ always comes in work and her face lights up and she tells me about her new self-confidence and that we are going to take that “walk” soon.

“You’ve got a friend in me.”


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Posted by on August 21, 2011 in Uncategorized


Frenchmen play football?

I woke up this morning with a text message which is unusual nowadays. It was from Sundance, that dated 8/20 at 3:03 a.m. Now, this usually wouldn’t surprise me; however, Sundance is not the type of person to be awake past one or two o’clock.

Before I opened it, I guessed it would be some crazy thoughts he had to put down on a message so that he could recall his exact thoughts later. When I opened it I was stunned, his exact words read, “This french girl aszked me to spend the night and then cokc block by frebchman.” I couldn’t help but grow a grin and chuckle a little bit. Why? It’s because he has the same luck as me. In the end, I felt bad for him, and I hope he gets to stay the night with a French girl that has a cute accent. “What we have here is…failure to communicate.”



Posted by on August 20, 2011 in Uncategorized