Don't. Smoke. Crack.

The craziest thing happened to me yesterday. I was downtown and I saw these two crackheads fighting over some crack. Actually there were some people buying things at a store because the store had a very good marketing campaign.

They were clever enough to convince people that if they bought something that someone else had (based on their perceiving that if they had it they would have a greater sense of individuality as well as a feeling of security as we tend to feel safe in groups and a group that looks like us is the most comfortable and natural place to feel secure with our individuality, which is a little confusing because we are inescapably drawn to ourselves yet simultaneously desiring the validation of others, which gives a sense of happiness which is most likely linked to the comfort we feel when allowing a natural human impulse to dictate our actions, but will also create a conflict as we have opposing impulses based on survival) because of someone they saw at a thing where those people were being paid to wear the thing but in a way that seemed like they wanted to be wearing the thing which is in fact partially true because they received monetary compensation as well as the acceptance of an extremely hip crowd of people who had not actually thought of anything on their own in their entire life.

Suffice it to say, I wear shoes that are very similar to my friends.

Train Kept a Rollin

Welcome to my blog. This is a safe place. I am new to the world of blogging, so please, be patient with me. If there is anything I can say in my defense, it is that most likely that you will be offended by my lack of ability to convey a sincere thought, for that I sincerely apologize. I am trying harder to be part of the "global community" to "find hope", to be a "catalyst for change". Unfortunately I am cynical and do not feel the world is worth saving.
I would like this view to change, but its going to take some time. It's not going to be easy, and I am going to go through some rough periods, but together, with the help of "nice" people, I think I'm going to make it.
So thank you, and god bless. Well, if there is a god. Shit, I hope there isn't. Oh man, can you imagine if there is? I'll be in so much trouble. Like that one time when I was a kid and I said, "shit". I'm sure when I was a little kid and I said, "shit" god thought, "this guys fucked."
Or maybe he thought that it was tragic that one of his blessed children has fallen victim to slang. God hates slang. I don't blame him either. Slang is always changing and it's hard to follow the intended meaning, thus creating sub cultures.
Also, do not let anything I say reflect poorly on my wife April. Except maybe that she made a bad choice. 
In conclusion, I would like to thank the people that got me to where I am today. My fifth grade teacher who was a large black woman. I'm pretty sure someone refers to her as "big momma". She was my big momma and the only teacher in elementary school I remember. The other ones were obviously not as awesome.
This list is long, there was that one person who told me, "you can do it" wait, that was the tv. So the list is short but it is growing and this is getting boring so hopefully I can come up with something to say in the future. Also, send me naked pictures of your cat. Seriously though, shave your cat first.