getsomeactright

i was thinking of tucker max today, and i think it’s pretty obvious that he’s got problems. go see for yourself.

people are funny. they always make the mistake of “wearing their heart on their sleeve.” sometimes you just have to take things at face value, because sometimes people do not have ulterior motives. and sometimes people are just drunk. and that’s ok. they’re drunk!

i’m a very lucky man, and fortunate to even have the opportunity to love my life. it’s probable that the majority of people on this planet do not love their lives, much less enjoy them.

i broke up with coffee today. i’ve been seeing coffee three or four times a day lately. i’ve been here before though, and i go back to tea every time. i’m a big fan of oolong, and not your crappy oolong teabags you get from safeway. or some “pomegranate-infused” bullshit you might find at your local starbucks, or what have you. if you want good tea, you have to go to chinatown.

my roommate jimbo and i are in a full-blown prank war.

i retire fairly early, on a regular basis, so whenever he gets drunk (which is like everyday since he doesn’t have a job) he thinks it’s so funny to pile all kinds of shit in front of my doorway after i’ve gone to bed. i’ve opened my door to a mattress. inevitably i will wake up, open my door, and find a blockade separating me from breakfast, or using the bathroom, or getting ready for work.

this just happened to be the case last night (he doesn’t read my blog btw). i woke up at 4AM to pee, since i had been drinking earlier, with jimbo no less. my bicycle, a few skateboards, a television, and for some odd reason, traffic cones, were all piled upon each other, blocking my open doorway.

lucky for me, i did not drink all that much, so i was sober and sprang into action. i immediately went upstairs. first i removed the lightbulb from the bathroom, and shoved a traffic cone into the toilet. then i locked the bathroom door and shut it from the outside. i then proceeded to block jimbo’s doorway with the bookshelf at the end of the upstairs hallway (he was trashed and passed out). i then took some packaging tape and taped his doorknob to the bookshelf. there were two bags of apples in the kitchen, i grabbed those and filled the top shelf with them. i also took his bicycle and shoved it in the basement.

needless to say, things came crashing down around 1PM today. unfortunately i did not get to witness it, but the audio was instantly gratifying. and he still hasn’t realized his bike is missing.

there are so many things to be disgusted about, i don’t even really know where to start. i could actually sit here and make a new complaint every single day, and who knows when i would be fresh out of posts. this all stems from my speech/debate class, where my assignment was to give a speech that addresses some political stance i feel passionate about.

i spent much of my weekend contemplating a subject and i could not come up with one, not for lack of one, but i just really don’t see the point in talking about something that’s not going to change no matter what you do. besides, i wanted a topic that none of my classmates would discuss, so at least i wouldn’t have any competition.

every topic i heard in class definitely had its weight, and as i sat there listening i revisited a conclusion i had long, long ago.

everything is fucked up.

the media.

the government.

foreign policy.

politics.

politicians.

big tobacco.

the automotive industry.

the housing market.

the stock market.

global warming.

the military.

women.

men.

kids.

parents.

abortion.

education.

healthcare.

i could go on and on.

i really want to move out of my place. i pay much too much for renting out a room. and living here can be quite frustrating, when five of your six roommates do not clean up after themselves. it doesn’t matter how cool your house is.

i’m not really in the position to move as my only potential roommate has no job and seems to be disinterested in getting one at the moment. unemployment just pays too well.

i’m always looking for a better job, but then so is everyone else, and in today’s economy jobs are scarce.

nobody ever wants to pay you what you’re worth.

the weekend was fun. went to my sister’s house and hung out with my grandma and my nephews. it was nice. my grandma is an amazing woman.

the word “friend” means so much to me, as it should to you. i never throw it around haphazardly. especially the term “bff.” but i don’t use that anyway because it’s lame. unless you’re a female.

i can count my true “best” friends on one hand. one hand! people come and go like trains, and i never assume that anyone is my friend until their friendship has been proven. people are crazy, and so many people have so much going on in their lives, they may be here one day and gone the next.

but if i think about it in the simplest terms, i have thousands of friends. i have my work friends, school friends, childhood friends, skate friends, kung-fu friends, party friends, “girl” friends, the list goes on and on. and while those people may be my “so-called” friends, i can guarantee you none of those people can even tell you my middle name, much less my birthday.

the one thing i can say about a true friend is that they will never let you down. ever. they will help you out when there is nothing in it for them. not even five bucks.

i read the best story tonight. it was about a tiger and a snake. they hurt each other in the beginning. the tiger wanted to play, and scratched the snake, only deeper than anyone had ever done before. the snake, in its own defense, bit the tiger . . .

i was looking back at some of my original posts, and boy are they entertaining. living in the tenderloin is insane. it definitely gave me something to write about and there was always something going on. nothin’ but movers and shakers over there. toothless ones. and the prostitutes? yikes! it’s night of the living dead. i almost want to move back. a tenderloin blog would actually be pretty amazing. especially if i could squeeze out a meager living from it. here’s to wishful thinking. if you haven’t read any of it, i suggest you do.