You know, I've come to realize, that unnecessary is simply a part of life in general. However, it is not required to be part of any one individual's life. What do I mean? Well, for instance, let's say you have a friend or group of friends that you seem to bend your back for constantly. However, the moment your car breaks down, or you go somewhere, or you say, "No", they reveal themselves for the energysuckers they really are.
Or, let's say you have uber low self-esteem. You throw yourself into 'relations' that you interpret in your head as being 'relationships' but when asked why you insist on continuing a habit you know isn't doing you any good, you have no answer.
Both of these are examples of unnecessary things. Whether it be people, relationships, insecurities, clothes, drugs, alcohol. Many of us have things in our life that we simply don't need. They serve as fillers for the things we really want to have. The things we really should have. The necessary stuff. Because, gaps scare us. We constantly interpret gaps as 'emptiness' or areas where bad things can settle in. But, are they really? As my mom would say, they're more like 'areas of opportunity'.
I have a friend *cough* Tommy *cough* who takes advantage of his areas of opportunity. He takes a very simplistic approach to life, and is happy because of that. He has fun, sticks to his goals, and has great, real friends that have his back. Does that mean he was born with his head on straight? No. Does that mean he doesn't have problems or never frowns? No (although I can't remember him being sad about anything lol). My point, is, he focuses on HIS necessary. Something I think we all want to do, but go about the wrong way sometimes.
Perhaps that's due to the fact that, we tend to get caught up with "life in general" instead of OUR lives. we try to incorporate everything we desire, envy, cherish, and loathe, thinking that without those things our lives will stop. But I can say from my personal experiences that I have many gaps. But I've utilized this mentality, and I have a group of friends that won't ever go anywhere. I know what my passion in life is. And I know who I am. Unnecessary objects will come and go. And aren't meant to stay in our lives. What your life is filled with comes down to one thing: What do YOU allow in? This is the thin line between necessary and unnecessary. The line that we all are standing on.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Seventeen. (Sobriety)
So last night, me and my friends were chilling. Ok, understatement. I got kidnapped by three of my friends, and after being bound and blindfolded, I was dragged to....T.G.I.Fridays! LOL, and they made me walk in that way. It was probably one of the funniest things ever. And when they took the blindfold off, I was sitting across from a table full of my other friends!!! It was really a priceless experience. As you can see, me and my friends sorta just live in our own world, with it's own rules. We have yet to sober up to the "real world" or "reality" as so many lame asses call it. Sure, one of those lame asses could have really thought I was being kidnapped. Then what? They call the police, yada, yada, yada, a fun time immediately turns to a game of Monopoly with no get out of jail cards in sight. Honestly, I think people need to just loosen up and have fun like we do.
Which brings up the fact that I saw on the cover of a tabloid today that Kate Gosselin spanked her kid in pubic. This is front page news people. My question is why? Cause she's white? And the general stereotype of white parents is that they don't beat their children unless it's to the point of abuse or worse? Or is it the fact that she's rich, famous, and has her own reality show, along with a small country of kids and the husband she's currently getting a divorce from. Ten bucks says it's the latter. But I honestly don't see the problem. If I had 8 kids, I'd have scheduled daily beatings for all of em! Cause lord knows I can't watch all of them at once! Or I'd just beat them every fifteen minutes or so just cause I know they did something bad within that time. I bet that's what Kate was doing. I don't know about you, but I got my ass WHOOPED. And I learned well. When I see those kids/teens who curse out their parents, or act out, or seemingly act like they pay the bills, I say, "They're missing an ass whooping in their lives." It's very simple logic. So Kate, even though you're a self-conscious, spray-tanned, billion-dollar haircut monster...spank their asses. In public, in private, and everywhere in between. The only ones who'd get mad at that tabloid cover, and the exaggerated article within are the ones who's kids are or will soon be giving them the finger every time they ask them to say thank you. Whatever people like that are drinking, I sure do want some, just to see if my brain cells explode on consumption and turn me into a weak ass individual.
Hmm....maybe it isn't the youth who needs to sober up after all....
Which brings up the fact that I saw on the cover of a tabloid today that Kate Gosselin spanked her kid in pubic. This is front page news people. My question is why? Cause she's white? And the general stereotype of white parents is that they don't beat their children unless it's to the point of abuse or worse? Or is it the fact that she's rich, famous, and has her own reality show, along with a small country of kids and the husband she's currently getting a divorce from. Ten bucks says it's the latter. But I honestly don't see the problem. If I had 8 kids, I'd have scheduled daily beatings for all of em! Cause lord knows I can't watch all of them at once! Or I'd just beat them every fifteen minutes or so just cause I know they did something bad within that time. I bet that's what Kate was doing. I don't know about you, but I got my ass WHOOPED. And I learned well. When I see those kids/teens who curse out their parents, or act out, or seemingly act like they pay the bills, I say, "They're missing an ass whooping in their lives." It's very simple logic. So Kate, even though you're a self-conscious, spray-tanned, billion-dollar haircut monster...spank their asses. In public, in private, and everywhere in between. The only ones who'd get mad at that tabloid cover, and the exaggerated article within are the ones who's kids are or will soon be giving them the finger every time they ask them to say thank you. Whatever people like that are drinking, I sure do want some, just to see if my brain cells explode on consumption and turn me into a weak ass individual.
Hmm....maybe it isn't the youth who needs to sober up after all....
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Sixteen.
I'm baaaaaaack!!!! Lol, what's up ladies and germs I missed ya!
No, really I have. The workings of life have this profound ability of being utterly crazy and unpredictable, thereby pulliing me away from the diligent task I've so graciously promised to take on. You like how I worded that right? So I was watching 6Teen on cartoon network (that show goes hard lol) and one of the characters, Jude, who's this white rocker kid that's really chill and weird, comes up with this pretty funny explanation as to why money shouldn't have a value and that teriyaki sticks should be used as currency instead. crazy random tv stuff aside, he has a point. money is what? green paper. and yet, because it's backed by gold, and someone gives THAT a value, it has a value. But, in essence, it's worthless. Money is nothing more than a system of power to keep poor people poorer, rich people richer, and the middle class screwed. The fact that our lives are dominated by and aimed at getting sheets of Monopoly money really is frustrating, especially when you know you can't do anything about it. Why? Cause money makes the world go round, and to do, get, and live how we want, that's exactly what we need to have. Crazy right?
No, really I have. The workings of life have this profound ability of being utterly crazy and unpredictable, thereby pulliing me away from the diligent task I've so graciously promised to take on. You like how I worded that right? So I was watching 6Teen on cartoon network (that show goes hard lol) and one of the characters, Jude, who's this white rocker kid that's really chill and weird, comes up with this pretty funny explanation as to why money shouldn't have a value and that teriyaki sticks should be used as currency instead. crazy random tv stuff aside, he has a point. money is what? green paper. and yet, because it's backed by gold, and someone gives THAT a value, it has a value. But, in essence, it's worthless. Money is nothing more than a system of power to keep poor people poorer, rich people richer, and the middle class screwed. The fact that our lives are dominated by and aimed at getting sheets of Monopoly money really is frustrating, especially when you know you can't do anything about it. Why? Cause money makes the world go round, and to do, get, and live how we want, that's exactly what we need to have. Crazy right?
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Fifteen.
Ok, this one is short and sweet. Kind of. There's a reason. I promise you, you will find this hilarious. However, it will not be immediate. There will be an awkward silence (whoa, reference to my OTHER blog, go check it out) and then the endorphins dancing between your neurons will ignite. And you will understand why as you laugh at this. Ready? I warned you. Now then, let's get to it.
So I was working the other day. And we discovered that Band-Aid brand boxes now have...braille on them. No lie. Seriously. Now since a blind person can't read what I'm writing right now (unless there are computers with braille screens now) I won't be offending anyone. So my manager says to me, "Ok, I have a question. It's cool that the band-aids have braille on them now...but how do they find them?"..............................................................................ok, that's how long it took before the image registered in my head as hilarious. And she, a chubby anglo-saxon woman (yea, white and caucasian are now obsolete) proceeded to act blind for five seconds, walking swiftly down the aisle touching every product she could until she reached the band-aids. I was in tears.
Why? Suprisingly, not because of what she did. Because of the sheer logic behind it. How does a blind individual find a box of band-aids when they're located in the back of the store?? Sure, we could direct them, but what if they're stubborn as hell? Why did Band-Aid think that was a smart idea? Which brings up another question? How does a stubborn blind person find what they need? Even with their other four senses heightened, in a store with 60,000+ items (and ours is considered small) how does that work? And then it hit me. WHY don't stores have braille signs on the ends of the aisles? I won't even make a joke about that one. Think about it. Where's the logic??? Just like how we pay for 10 hot dogs in a pack and EIGHT hot dog buns come in a package. Or how, there's no saying of courtesy for when an atheist sneezes (Dane Cook lol). Or how Catholics give 10% of their earnings, yet they only go to church once a week (whoops, no offense, I have Catholic friends, that's why I can say that!).
My point? What's more backwards? The world...or the people living in it?
So I was working the other day. And we discovered that Band-Aid brand boxes now have...braille on them. No lie. Seriously. Now since a blind person can't read what I'm writing right now (unless there are computers with braille screens now) I won't be offending anyone. So my manager says to me, "Ok, I have a question. It's cool that the band-aids have braille on them now...but how do they find them?"..............................................................................ok, that's how long it took before the image registered in my head as hilarious. And she, a chubby anglo-saxon woman (yea, white and caucasian are now obsolete) proceeded to act blind for five seconds, walking swiftly down the aisle touching every product she could until she reached the band-aids. I was in tears.
Why? Suprisingly, not because of what she did. Because of the sheer logic behind it. How does a blind individual find a box of band-aids when they're located in the back of the store?? Sure, we could direct them, but what if they're stubborn as hell? Why did Band-Aid think that was a smart idea? Which brings up another question? How does a stubborn blind person find what they need? Even with their other four senses heightened, in a store with 60,000+ items (and ours is considered small) how does that work? And then it hit me. WHY don't stores have braille signs on the ends of the aisles? I won't even make a joke about that one. Think about it. Where's the logic??? Just like how we pay for 10 hot dogs in a pack and EIGHT hot dog buns come in a package. Or how, there's no saying of courtesy for when an atheist sneezes (Dane Cook lol). Or how Catholics give 10% of their earnings, yet they only go to church once a week (whoops, no offense, I have Catholic friends, that's why I can say that!).
My point? What's more backwards? The world...or the people living in it?
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Fourteen.
AHHHHHHHHH! that's what's happening right now. why?? I'm cleaning my mom's room. no, not bedroom. i'm terrified of what i might find if i do. her OTHER room. cause her bedroom is not enough to contain all her articles of clothing, accessories, and *gulp* SHOES. I started at around one this afternoon. it is now past four. and i just finished with the shoes. why am i doing this? cause when you're offered 50 bucks, no questions asked to do this, the choice is obvious.
anyway, my bad for being AWOL. i'm currently going thru rehab. rather, breaking myself down and rebuilding from the ground up. I've felt so insufficient lately, i felt a need to refocus and figure out:
A. what the hell i'm going to school for
B. why the fuck i'm still working in retail
C. how to turn my writing into something worth being proud of...dammit.
D. why i'm still living at home.
what can i say? i'm mildly depressed. going to school while working AND living at home will do that to you. because, there is no reprieve from the endless mounds of bullshit. but as i just told a friend of mine in a comment on her blog, bullshit decomposes eventually. so i'm just trying to be patient. while simultaneously trying to speed up that process. no small feat, let me tell you.
what i feel like talking about today is....lil wayne. also known as, the man with NO talent. what, you're a lil wayne fan? too bad. he blows out the asssssssss. and maybe it's because i'm a poet. but just cause you can string a few rhymes together does not make you the greatest rapper alive. mind you, i get this from people all the time: 'i like him because i can't believe half the shit he comes up with!' my bad. in my next poem, i'll recite the entire alphabet and rhyme with the letter Z in the following stanza. cause, that's talent. no, i'm not hating. i'm just saying. there's lil wayne. then there's lupe. mos def. q-tip. talib. can we please stop pretending pointless metaphors and synthesized vocals are music? it was fun for a bit, but it's time to get back to business people. cut out the bull, and shine the light on real talent. for every "hot" wayne verse you can lay on the table, i can lay twenty "lukewarm" verses from the artists i just mentioned. and they'd still be hotter than him. i'm not hating. i'm just saying.
ok, enough with that rant. so tomorrow i just might be going to brooklyn. chillin wit my bud Sharina hopefully, and her uberly spectacular friends (that i haven't met. so how do i know they're uberly spectacular? cause they know sharina.) now, and i will ask this question. if you were to put all the artists of the world in one location, what would happen? would reality fold in upon itself and be reborn as something unlike anything any of us have every seen? would the sky turn purple and the grass turn white? would the Big Bang repeat itself and thus be proven? Or will the universe around said artists be revealed to be illusion? I mean come on. Green paper has monetary value. So anything is possible right?
anyway, my bad for being AWOL. i'm currently going thru rehab. rather, breaking myself down and rebuilding from the ground up. I've felt so insufficient lately, i felt a need to refocus and figure out:
A. what the hell i'm going to school for
B. why the fuck i'm still working in retail
C. how to turn my writing into something worth being proud of...dammit.
D. why i'm still living at home.
what can i say? i'm mildly depressed. going to school while working AND living at home will do that to you. because, there is no reprieve from the endless mounds of bullshit. but as i just told a friend of mine in a comment on her blog, bullshit decomposes eventually. so i'm just trying to be patient. while simultaneously trying to speed up that process. no small feat, let me tell you.
what i feel like talking about today is....lil wayne. also known as, the man with NO talent. what, you're a lil wayne fan? too bad. he blows out the asssssssss. and maybe it's because i'm a poet. but just cause you can string a few rhymes together does not make you the greatest rapper alive. mind you, i get this from people all the time: 'i like him because i can't believe half the shit he comes up with!' my bad. in my next poem, i'll recite the entire alphabet and rhyme with the letter Z in the following stanza. cause, that's talent. no, i'm not hating. i'm just saying. there's lil wayne. then there's lupe. mos def. q-tip. talib. can we please stop pretending pointless metaphors and synthesized vocals are music? it was fun for a bit, but it's time to get back to business people. cut out the bull, and shine the light on real talent. for every "hot" wayne verse you can lay on the table, i can lay twenty "lukewarm" verses from the artists i just mentioned. and they'd still be hotter than him. i'm not hating. i'm just saying.
ok, enough with that rant. so tomorrow i just might be going to brooklyn. chillin wit my bud Sharina hopefully, and her uberly spectacular friends (that i haven't met. so how do i know they're uberly spectacular? cause they know sharina.) now, and i will ask this question. if you were to put all the artists of the world in one location, what would happen? would reality fold in upon itself and be reborn as something unlike anything any of us have every seen? would the sky turn purple and the grass turn white? would the Big Bang repeat itself and thus be proven? Or will the universe around said artists be revealed to be illusion? I mean come on. Green paper has monetary value. So anything is possible right?
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Thirteen.
Good evening guys. Well, good morning as it's 2:30 in the am on sunday. Clearly, I have nocturnal blood flowing through my veins. Anyway, today was uneventful. Let's see....I woke up. Went to the karate school (I help teach tae kwon do to kids and I take classes myself), then came home. Helped mom with the groceries. Then got money out the bank. From which I went to work and entered what I like to call "6-hour depression".
Every time I walk into that facility, my blood pressure rises, I get a headache, and I suddenly crash. Good mood I was having before? Gone. I don't care if I just got some fifteen minutes before I walked through that door. All positivity is gone. It's just a part of working with retail. But I will maintain that once you work retail...you can handle anything. Because it builds one key skill: patience.
For example, I can't count how many people came up to the counter today. They dump their stuff on the counter. A line begins to form behind them. And you start ringing them up. And they say this: "What aisle is the [insert your favorite product] in?"
Pause.
Okay, now, the lost logic is very simple to find in this situation. Do not. I repeat. DO NOT. Come to my register if you don't have all your stuff. Otherwise, I get a line. And I either A) have to wait for you or B) have to call the manager for a void. Either way, it...ticks me off. And the other customers. Also, there's a reason why hugungous signs are hanging above each aisle telling what's there. So do the unthinkable and just...look.
Now let's say you have all your stuff. Kudos to you. But the rudest thing a customer can do is step to the register on the phone. Tell whoever you're talking to to hold on. Or, even better, "I'll call you back." Because then, I have to guess who you're talking to while you're talking. You don't have multiple mouths. You have one. And all my bluetooth geeks out there (I can talk cause I have one) don't think that makes things any better. In fact, it's worse. You already look like a crazy schizo. No need to add rude to that combo.
LAST BUT NOT LEAST. This goes out to all my bargaintards out there. I HATE people who walk in a store, buy a bunch of shit, and cause havoc about not getting a sale they "think" they should get. Despise them. Like I hate avocado or asparagus. Which is really bad. The only thing I hate more are the people that leave the store and come back five minutes later, expecting to skip a whole line of people just to get ten cents back from a product that didn't ring up properly. That's along the lines of how I feel about people who don't know how to discipline their kids.
Which brings me to my final point. I know Billy and Caitie are so adorable. I know Jaquan and Lanae are so cute. however, if they bounce one more ball down the aisle, or ring that bell one more time, I will be forced to step around the counter and tear their asses up. Seriously. And it amazes me, cause the parents stand there. Meanwhile their kids are acting all hella types up, and talking back. When I was little, if I even thought of thinking about talking back, a hand was already across my face. Or a belt was across that ass. What happened to that? Where has the belt gone? Now we have dog collars and shit. Beat them in public. Just once. And I don't mean a little wimp beatdown. I mean a "momma" beatdown. Cause we all know those hurt the most lol. I'm telling you, the embarassment alone will shape em up.
Okay, I'm done with my super-rant. Hope you guys laughed a bit. Next time: muumuu-wearing grandmas! seriously, i got some funny stories for you all! Thanks for reading!!! And remember: Check out my other links! On the right side of my page!
Every time I walk into that facility, my blood pressure rises, I get a headache, and I suddenly crash. Good mood I was having before? Gone. I don't care if I just got some fifteen minutes before I walked through that door. All positivity is gone. It's just a part of working with retail. But I will maintain that once you work retail...you can handle anything. Because it builds one key skill: patience.
For example, I can't count how many people came up to the counter today. They dump their stuff on the counter. A line begins to form behind them. And you start ringing them up. And they say this: "What aisle is the [insert your favorite product] in?"
Pause.
Okay, now, the lost logic is very simple to find in this situation. Do not. I repeat. DO NOT. Come to my register if you don't have all your stuff. Otherwise, I get a line. And I either A) have to wait for you or B) have to call the manager for a void. Either way, it...ticks me off. And the other customers. Also, there's a reason why hugungous signs are hanging above each aisle telling what's there. So do the unthinkable and just...look.
Now let's say you have all your stuff. Kudos to you. But the rudest thing a customer can do is step to the register on the phone. Tell whoever you're talking to to hold on. Or, even better, "I'll call you back." Because then, I have to guess who you're talking to while you're talking. You don't have multiple mouths. You have one. And all my bluetooth geeks out there (I can talk cause I have one) don't think that makes things any better. In fact, it's worse. You already look like a crazy schizo. No need to add rude to that combo.
LAST BUT NOT LEAST. This goes out to all my bargaintards out there. I HATE people who walk in a store, buy a bunch of shit, and cause havoc about not getting a sale they "think" they should get. Despise them. Like I hate avocado or asparagus. Which is really bad. The only thing I hate more are the people that leave the store and come back five minutes later, expecting to skip a whole line of people just to get ten cents back from a product that didn't ring up properly. That's along the lines of how I feel about people who don't know how to discipline their kids.
Which brings me to my final point. I know Billy and Caitie are so adorable. I know Jaquan and Lanae are so cute. however, if they bounce one more ball down the aisle, or ring that bell one more time, I will be forced to step around the counter and tear their asses up. Seriously. And it amazes me, cause the parents stand there. Meanwhile their kids are acting all hella types up, and talking back. When I was little, if I even thought of thinking about talking back, a hand was already across my face. Or a belt was across that ass. What happened to that? Where has the belt gone? Now we have dog collars and shit. Beat them in public. Just once. And I don't mean a little wimp beatdown. I mean a "momma" beatdown. Cause we all know those hurt the most lol. I'm telling you, the embarassment alone will shape em up.
Okay, I'm done with my super-rant. Hope you guys laughed a bit. Next time: muumuu-wearing grandmas! seriously, i got some funny stories for you all! Thanks for reading!!! And remember: Check out my other links! On the right side of my page!
Friday, May 15, 2009
Twelve.
What's up readers???? Yes, it's been a minute. Get over it. You know you're happy that I'm posting again.
Tonight's blog will be about me. No seriously. And what I actually need from you all...are comments. I enjoy comments. They leave me with this warm fuzzy feeling. Then I realize I need to get a grip and I suppress that feeling until a later date.
So as I'm sure most of you know, I've chosen writing as my way to go. Why?? Well....several reasons. The first being it's the one thing I think about CONSTANTLY. No exaggerations here, I'm dead ass. I wake up with it on my mind and fall asleep only to dream about it. Doesn't that say enough?
The second is that it is very exciting to me. Ok, pause. I know some of you guys already complain that my blogs are lengthy at times. And that I use words above the 4th grade reading level. But listen, I'm bettering you. You are not only learning how to read (cause in 4th grade you were focused on shooting spitballs at your friends) but you're also learning how to enrich your vocabulary. And if you're reading this, you already know that my stuff is always worth reading. So before you start complaining about how boring books are, and how even more boring writing is, hear me out.
Writing for me isn't stringing together a bunch of subjects and predicates to make pretty sentences. It's art. It's taking an endless myriad of syllables and building from the ground up words to paint a picture. To create a work that speaks beyond the denotations of every word, and emanates with the connotations of my soul. And the souls of those that inspire me; from my family, to my friends, to my teachers, to my predecessors. I can't describe the joy I have after writing a new poem or blog or essay or whatever and being able to say, "I created that. This work was brought into existence with my hand." Sure, all that sounds very poetic, but, it is truly how I feel.
The final reason is the risk. I was not born for a typical 9 to 5. Nor was I born to settle for a "safe" job. There's a risk in pursuing writing that thrills me. It's the idea of a challenge. And to overcome that challenge and have my work be the reason behind that, I can't think of anything that would make me happier. So I will work hard to write the next great songs, novels, poems, speeches, and plays. I want to prove to the world that pursuing the arts does not mean "starving artist." Artists are no less important than politicians, teachers, or doctors. Without artists, this world wouldn't exist. Culture, tradition, and even civilization were built on the backs of visionary minds. So....we deserve a little more credit than we're given. And better opportunities than there are available. Ok, I'm done for now, but tell me, what you think. I especially want to hear from my artists. Cause, well, you guys rock.
Tonight's blog will be about me. No seriously. And what I actually need from you all...are comments. I enjoy comments. They leave me with this warm fuzzy feeling. Then I realize I need to get a grip and I suppress that feeling until a later date.
So as I'm sure most of you know, I've chosen writing as my way to go. Why?? Well....several reasons. The first being it's the one thing I think about CONSTANTLY. No exaggerations here, I'm dead ass. I wake up with it on my mind and fall asleep only to dream about it. Doesn't that say enough?
The second is that it is very exciting to me. Ok, pause. I know some of you guys already complain that my blogs are lengthy at times. And that I use words above the 4th grade reading level. But listen, I'm bettering you. You are not only learning how to read (cause in 4th grade you were focused on shooting spitballs at your friends) but you're also learning how to enrich your vocabulary. And if you're reading this, you already know that my stuff is always worth reading. So before you start complaining about how boring books are, and how even more boring writing is, hear me out.
Writing for me isn't stringing together a bunch of subjects and predicates to make pretty sentences. It's art. It's taking an endless myriad of syllables and building from the ground up words to paint a picture. To create a work that speaks beyond the denotations of every word, and emanates with the connotations of my soul. And the souls of those that inspire me; from my family, to my friends, to my teachers, to my predecessors. I can't describe the joy I have after writing a new poem or blog or essay or whatever and being able to say, "I created that. This work was brought into existence with my hand." Sure, all that sounds very poetic, but, it is truly how I feel.
The final reason is the risk. I was not born for a typical 9 to 5. Nor was I born to settle for a "safe" job. There's a risk in pursuing writing that thrills me. It's the idea of a challenge. And to overcome that challenge and have my work be the reason behind that, I can't think of anything that would make me happier. So I will work hard to write the next great songs, novels, poems, speeches, and plays. I want to prove to the world that pursuing the arts does not mean "starving artist." Artists are no less important than politicians, teachers, or doctors. Without artists, this world wouldn't exist. Culture, tradition, and even civilization were built on the backs of visionary minds. So....we deserve a little more credit than we're given. And better opportunities than there are available. Ok, I'm done for now, but tell me, what you think. I especially want to hear from my artists. Cause, well, you guys rock.
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