Top 5 Movies All Time..

1. Fresh

2. Green Street Hooligans

3. The Usual Suspects

4. Good Will Hunting

5. Juice

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Bandwagoneers...

I was born in Texas, I have lived here my whole life. I love this state. I don't like motherfucker's from other states..

Now, I have enjoyed UT football most of my life. I don't necessarily like college football. I LOVE college basketball.

With that being said, I hate UT football these days. Not because the team, but because of the fairweather fans. The fact that my facebook just blew up over a VERY VERY terrible football game. UT played like 2 shades of cow shit. They didn't deserve to win that game. Colt McCoy's time management was terrible.

Let this soak in.. If you watched the Alabama/Florida game then you watched Alabama systematically destroy Florida. The number 1 team in the BCS standings. UT just played like shit and you're celebrating. You're celebrating the fact the you are about to play a VERY dominant college football team.

So, let me tell you why I'm excited. I'm excited because I LOVE Alabama football. It was January 1st 1993 and I was 10 years old. I was sitting in my living room at 3406 Hillsdale Ln in Garland, Tx and I watched George Teague (later a Dallas Cowboy, the one who knocked down TO when he was standing on the Star at Texas Stadium) chase down Miami Hurricane wide receiver Lamar Thomas and stripped the ball from him thus sealing a victory over Miami in the Sugar Bowl. Amazing.

Alabama/Texas BCS championship game. It's gonna be wonderful. Why? I have a vested interest in both teams. I will be rooting for my Crimson Tide but will not be mad if Texas wins.

Up until Vince Young single handedly beat USC to win the championship a few years ago no one was a fan of UT. Mr. Young beats USC and now everybody and their dog is a fan. This can be really annoying. Especially when it's people that have no clue about football. They have their orange shirt, their iPhone and Miller Lite. They root and cheer and have no clue what's going on. Bandwagoneer.

I'm gonna leave you with something a friend of mine said to a girl wearing UT scrubs at OTB one night..

"Do you remember the game Oregon Trail? You would have played in elementary school. Do you remember the part where you have to get the bangwagon across the river and the wheel falls off? The UT bandwagon is in the river and the wheel fell off.." -Vic

ROLL MOTHA FUCKIN' TIDE

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Muhammad Ali - How to be a Man 101

Vic posted this on Facebook... It's why I think Muhammed Ali is possibly one of the people to have ever walked the planet..

I grew up with an abusive father. As most physically abusive parents, his abuse reached an apex when I was younger and smaller. As I grew up and got tall and bigger, the abuse slowed and eventually, when it looked as though I might be able to defend myself, it stopped altogether. This is not a new story.

I'm forty-four years old. The first time I remember hearing the name Muhammad Ali was in Juanuary, 1971, when he fought Joe Frazier in New York's Madison Square Garden. The highly touted "Battle of the Century." I grew up in rural Missouri so the mere sound of the name Muhammad Ali grated on my ear. I didn't know a muslim from muscrat. But I did know this: My DAD hated that "loud mouthed, draft dodgin' nigger." And I hated my dad. So I decided I loved Muhammad Ali.

Ali lost that fight. Frazier beat him fair and square. I collect fight films now as a hobby and I've seen the fight a hundred times. Frazier won it. And his monumental left hook in the fifteenth round should be taught in boxing textbooks.

But more to the point, I learned my first lesson in How to be a Man 101 from that fight: lose gracefully. Ali's response to the fight at the press conference, his jaw swollen literally to the size of a grapefruit: "Joe beat me. He's the champion. But I'll be back." Huh? What happened to "Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee?" What happened to "I am the greatest?" What happened to "If Joe even dreams he can beat me, he oughta wake up and apologize?" Lose gracefully. And never stop trying.

Some short time later I began to box myself. I joined Golden Gloves. I learned what I could of "the sweet science." I competed. I was never really very good, but I won some. And I kept trying.

In 1972, Ali got his jaw broken in the first round against a former Marine that no one outside of California had ever heard of: Kenny Norton. Ali fought the next eleven rounds with a broken jaw. He lost that fight, too. The pain must have been nearly unimaginable. And the fight (which, again, I've seen many times) was VERY close. Another lesson from Ali in How to be a Man 101: keep trying through adversity. Endure pain. Fight THROUGH the pain. Never let 'em see you hurt. And above all, don't quit.

Later, like Frazier, he came back to defeat Norton twice. Lesson number three: If at first you don't succeed...face your fears AGAIN. If you know you're better than your failure - take it on again and prove it to yourself.

In 1974, Muhammad Ali fought a real-life, living, breathing boogey man: George Forman. A giant of a man that had actually crippled other fighters in the ring. He'd decimated both Frazier and Norton in previous fights. He'd hit Frazier so hard he lifted him four feet off the mat. He'd knocked Kenny Norton asleep. He beat him like a rug the year earlier and Norton didn't wake up until he was in his dressing room. As often as the movies may portray that sort of thing, the truth is in professional fighting it's nearly unheard of.

And now Ali, at 32, way, way past his prime as a pugilist, was facing him on the dark continent - the Congo itself, Zaire. Never in a thousand years could anyone expect to find a more compelling match up between men. Foreman could barely put a sentence together back then - he usually just glared at people if he didn't feel like acknowledging him. Ali, on the other hand, had done the impossible over the past 10 years: he had gone from Most Hated Athlete in America to Most Adored HUMAN on the Face of the Earth. And, of course, he reveled in it. He talked about EVERYthing - tooth decay, racism, boxing, music, magic tricks...anything that caught his fancy. Smiling, laughing, giggling, chortling, merry-making his way through the sweltering pre-rainy season of Kinsasha. Not a care in the world.

Of course, that wasn't true, though. Ali was worried. Years later he acknowledged his fear in an interview with George Plimpton. "I was afraid for my children," he said, "I was afraid if maybe Big George broke my spinal column or something, how would I feed my children?" My God, it's astonishing to think of the fear that must have enveloped him for those three months prior to the fight.

He fought "The Rumble in the Jungle" against George Foreman on October 31st at three in the morning. He gave birth to the "rope-a-dope." He took back his title and knocked Big George to the canvas for ten seconds in the eighth round. He hit him with a series of lightning quick, sniper-like lefts and rights that were almost invisible to the naked eye in their fury and quickness. It was . . . magnificent.

Another lesson: Might isn't always right. Face your fears. Do your best. If you can't go OVER the wall...figure a way to go around it. Think on the spot. Don't be tied to a pre-arranged plan if it isn't working. Fear is sometimes just and only that - fear.

I met him in New York in 1989. Parkinson's Syndrome had changed him irrevocably by then. There was a hint of the old Ali smile. A glimmer in the eyes. I shook his hand in a diner on 37th and 3rd. He had very big hands. I leaned in close to him and said in his ear very quickly - there were many others trying to touch him - "You helped me grow up and be who I am today." He stopped what he was doing (signing autographs and shaking hands) for just a heartbeat, a blink, and looked full square in my eyes. I had tears in them. He said, "Boy, I was something, wasn't I?"

You were.

I don't have many friends..

I had an epiphany the other day. I don't have many friends. I mean I have a ton of aquantiance's but only a few friends. I have shut myself in alot over the past few months. Only talking to people I am really comfortable with and not being the outgoing, fun person I am. I need to get out of my room. Vegas needs to talk in the third person, and he needs to have drinks and ask girls to rub his belly. I miss that. Like Vegas told EZ that one time..

"Vegas isn't popular, Vegas isn't a pillar, Vegas isn't a staple in society. Vegas is the glue that holds the fucking Earth together.."

It's hard to do that in my room hiding behind shoe boxes.

Look out world Vegas is making a comeback and it's gonna be Epic..

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Goddamn I'm Lazy..

Outside of work I have been incredibly lazy lately.

I think I'm depressed about something.

Maybe I just love my bed.

It could be the fact that I can't spend any money.

I gotta get outta this rut.

Car Parts.

RHD car.

Sell some phones.

Punch some kids.

Rob some old people.

Fuck Bitches.

Get Money.

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Patrick Swayze

Unfortunately as people we really don't understand how awesome things or people can be until we lose them.

This is the case with Patrick Swayze. My Facebook lit up tonight with "R.I.P. Patrick Swayze" updates. I was sitting here thinking about some of his movies and it occurred to me that he really was an awesome entertainer. I really took him for granted. Below are some of my all time Swayze flicks..

Roadhouse - This right here is a man's movie. I mean in one scene he kicks a dude in the face THEN throws him thru a window. Amazing.

Red Dawn - Communism takes over across the globe. Commies infiltrate. The Swayze and his band of misfits take them down and take back America. Fuck it makes you proud to be an American

The Outsider's - He play's Ponyboy's older brother Darry.. Movie was filled young up and comer's but it sent a powerful message about growing up and tough and needing your friends to have your back.

Dirty Dancing - Pretty good flick. You most definitely have to have it in your collection. Why? Girls fuckin' love it and will instantly bring out the cuddle in them..

Ghost - Besides from the Epic scene with him and Demi doing work on the clay wheel that will bring any female to tears.. Revert back to my Dirty Dancing description.

POINT BREAK - EPIC EPIC EPIC. Keanu played the hero and The Swayz was the villain. Swayz was the ultimate badass villain. Let's run through his awesomeness in this movie..

1. Robs Banks wearing Dead President Masks.

2. Gun toting and Cop Blasting.

3. Surf's and Skydive's when not robbing banks. Ultimate Adrenaline Junkie.

4. Once he finds out Keanu Reeves is a cop The Swayz kidnaps his girlfriend and busts Keanu's kneecap.

5. Totally MindFuck's the shit out of Keanu while holding his GF hostage.

6. Fuckin' escapes capture from the Police and Keanu while showing Keanu respect and giving him his GF back unharmed.

7. At the end of the movie Keanu has hunted The Swayz down and you think Swayz is captured. WRONG. He convinces Keanu to let him paddle out into the Tsunami waves for the ultimate ride on his surf board one last time. Him paddling out into this giant ass fuckin' wave was just fearless and cemented in his epic badassness in that movie.. Roll Credits.. Goosebumps..

Too Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar - The Swayz, Wesley Snipes and John Leguizamo playing drag queens from New York stuck in a small town waiting for their car to fixed. It has it cute moments, but what made it great. The Swayz beating up abusive husbands dressed as a drag queen. Fuckin' badass..

Patrick Swayze was in a ton of movies. Kicking ass, taking names, and making panties wet all across the globe. He played the action hero. He played the love interest. He played a drag queen. Put him on Saturday Night Live, partner him with the late Chris Farley and you have hands down one THE FUNNIEST snl skits ever..

Patrick Swayze - Chippendale
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Good Game Mr. Swayze, Good Game Indeed..

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Why are White People So Serious??

So.. This one might offend some people..

Sunday evening I was chilling at the tattoo shop with Eddie. He was getting some touch up's done. Ron, Casey, Rachel, and Eddie were sitting over at Ron's station, I was chilling on the love seat by the front counter. Well, Stephanie one of the apprentice's at the shop was telling me about how some drunk girls stopped by not to long ago after the shop had closed wanting to use the restroom. She explained that they were closed and they couldn't use the restroom. These upstanding women decided that they would piss all over Stephanie's car. Stephanie told me about how she beat the shit out of one them and was dragging her around the parking lot by her hair as to recover some money and get an apology from her for pissing on her car. I co-signed on the activity. I mean a bitch pisses on your car she needs to catch a beatdown.

Stephanie is Asian. She's really cool ass chick, I like talking to her on Tattoo days. We have had conversation's about all kinds of things.. Ass to Mouth, Movies, Food, Books, Tattoo's.. Mostly shop talk. And around the shop she holds her own. I mean she is basically hanging out with a bunch of dudes all day..

As Stephanie and I are finishing up our convo about the dumb white bitch. She says "Sometimes you just have to punch a stupid blonde white bitch" I smiled and said.. "Sometimes a dumb white bitch needs a kick to the ribs.."

At this point all the people at the front counter (white) turned and looked at me with this crazy look of disgust. One of the tattoo artist's says "hmm, I could of sworn you were white?" Like it wasn't ok for me to make a joke about a STUPID DUMB DRUNK WHITE BITCH getting beat up for PISSING on a person's car and thinking that it was ok. I responded "I am white, that's why it's more funny. Stephanie said stupid white bitch and I ran with it." I think that dude is a little fruity anyways.. I mean he's fucking weird. I don't necessarily like him all that much..

Now all the white people are a touch uncomfortable except me. Cause you know, I don't like white people when they act like this. I just go about my business.

So the shit got me thinking..

Black man makes a "nigga" joke and society laughs.

Mexican dude makes a "beaner" joke and society laughs.

Asian cat makes a "yellow" joke and society laughs.

I could go on and on..

Vegas makes a joke about stupid fucking white bitch getting beat up and these motherfucker's look at me like I'm a terrible person.

Get the FUCK OUTTA HERE.

These STUPID FUCKING WHITE PEOPLE were acting like this bitch was all that is sacred about humanity. That a white female cannot be looked down upon, that a white female should not be "hurt."

NO ONE should ever be hurt. Man, Woman, Child, any race, color, creed, or origin. But we don't live in that world. We live in a world where there are consequences and repercussion's. Where at any given time there is enough evil in ANYONE'S soul to fuckin' murder somebody to come up in life.

So when someone tells me a story about a STUPID FUCKING WHITE BITCH pissing on a car because she thinks she is slick and thinks that she will not have to face reality. I am going to laugh. I am going to laugh so hard my fatass shakes and jiggles like jello..

Because no matter what color you are, no matter where you come from, no matter who you belong too. When you act reckless you are gonna face your moment of truth and when you do people like me don't feel bad. It's times like that help me through my day.

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Forgetting Where you Came From..

A week ago Saturday Vegas had an encounter..

I had gotten off work that evening and came to the house. When I got home I realized nobody was at the house so, I went out front to check the mail. I walked outta the front and noticed a lady walking her dog down the street. She was coming from my left and as I got to the mailbox she was coming up on me. I stepped back onto the sidewalk off the street and our path's crossed. Her dog was some sort of Lab/Shepherd mix. His hair was a chocolate color but it wasn't short, it was a medium length. I didn't think nothing of it. I'm not scared of dogs and generally most people keep their dogs in check as to not cause any problems... Nope..

She passed me. So when the dog tried to bite he was coming at my left side. He fucked up. See, I think he had been hanging out in this ladies lap to damn long and no one had told him that Vegas has the loudest bark and the meanest bite on the block. When I heard the growl I knew he was coming so I turned to my left and the dog lunged at me. I put my left forearm up to try and take the punishment. He didn't sink his teeth and for like 3 seconds his paws were on my arm and stomach and he was just standing on his hind legs.. Boy.. Did he FUCK up...

This dog didn't realize what he had gotten himself in too. You see, as a kid I had Rottweiler's and German Shepherd's. I am use to big dogs and dogs for that matter do not scare me. As he was on his hind legs and his paws were resting on my forearm and he was trying to bite I looked him square in the eyes... Then with the Ferociousness of Mike Tyson in the 80's I hit this little fucker with a right uppercut that would have knocked anything else out but, he was mad at me and wanted my throat. As he fell back a few feet he landed on his hind legs. Imagine this.. He is going to just spring right back at me without hesitation. This is an angry animal.. His instinct is to kill.. Well Vegas ain't your average and I sure as fuck ain't going out without a fight. So, I took a hard step forward with my left foot, planted it and before he could spring back at me I delivered a well placed, devastating right kick to the his face..

K.O.

You don't want it with me Bitch. This is my block. I run this motherfucker. He lands in the street and kinda limps up and looks at me. Soon as I made eye contact I realized.. I just knocked that fucker back to his day as a puppy. He was dazed, he needed some smelling salt or something. He was looking at me like I was his momma and he was trying to get a tit to suck on.. I said "I ain't your momma.. go on.."

He limped back over by his owner and layed down.

I believe he had been cooped up in the house and needed to get out some aggression. He wanted to assert his Alpha Maleness on me and show who was king. Problem with this is he forgot where he came from. He is not the dog he once was. He was a lap dog. A bitch. He lost his killer edge. He didn't realize what he was up against. He didn't realize his skills weren't sharp anymore. He didn't realize that...

It's a Dog eat Dog world out there and last time I checked I weighed in at a little over 230 and I don't go hungry..

Stay tuned tomorrow for part 2 of this story entitled "Hard Knock Life" it's about my new friend's owner and the fantasy world she lives in..

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Team Owned - The Beginning

It started after a wonderful meal at OTB. Four of us were left sitting at the table and we didn’t have anything to do that Saturday night. We could cruise the strip, we could watch a movie, Putt Putt, Bowling.. None of it sounded fun. So, I said “let’s wrap a house.” B-Ho’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. Glenn says “I’m in,” and if you have ever met Victor then you know he had that grin on his face, the one he gets when some mischief is going down..

We had our crew and we were gonna do some damage that night..

Vegas
Victor
Glenn
B-Ho

We sat there a minute and decided on who we could get. Do we do someone random? Do we get someone we know? Whose car do we take? If we get someone we know can they trace it back to us?

After some brainstorming we decided to get Keith Pitts aka Driftin240. There were 3 big reason’s why…

1. B-Ho knew where he lived.
2. He is a pretty good buddy and there is nothing like playing a practical joke on a friend.
3. Surely he wouldn’t pin it on us. Why would we drive from Tyler?

There is a little back story to Keith though. If any of yall remember Easttexasimports.com then you might remember Grimace. I can’t for the life of me remember her real name. Her username on the forum was “sparklin integra.” Keith started up some friendly AIM chatting and whatnot. A few weeks go by and they decide to get together and meet at a car show. It’s been 5 or 6 years since this has happened and I don’t remember all the details but I do remember this..

There was a picture taken of her next to an S2000 and she made that car look like a fuckin’ Mattel brand Barbie car..

Then.. Someone photoshopped the Grimace from McDonald’s over her and the rest was history. There was massive ownage coming in Keith’s direction. He was fighting that shit off like a Spartan in 300 except he was taking a beating…

We didn’t wrap his house until a year or so after the Grimace fiasco but there was no way in hell that he wasn’t gonna get reminded of his bad judgment call. I mean don’t get me wrong, all of us have pulled or thought about pulling the fat card out of our wallet at some point. Difference between Keith and everybody else..

He brought that ton of fun out in public.. He must not know the moped rule..

So, back to that fateful Saturday night. We get to Longview and bust in Wal-Mart like gangbusters. All of us got on Black hoodie’s, sneakers, and sweatpants. Except Glenn, this fool had on some flip-flops, jeans and T-Shirt.. hahahah.. We stack Toilet Paper on the check out line with the biggest grins. We throw in a couple bottles of shaving cream and to Top it off..

A XXXXXXXLLL pair of Purple “Grimace” Panties.. OWNED..

We make our way to Keith’s house. Stake out the situation. Make a couple of Pass By’s then Park..

We were staring at his house from a ditch across the street. Adrenaline was screaming through our veins. We had all the tool’s we needed to succeed and all I was hoping for was Keith would forget about all the toilet paper, he wouldn’t pay attention to the shaving cream and those Giant Purple “Grimace” Panties would haunt his dreams. They would drive the nail in the coffin that he had been Owned by the best..

Stay tuned ladies and gents.. You don’t wanna miss the story behind the EPIC fuck up that was “OWNDED”

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I have to post this vid..

Because Ed Hardy is not what's hot in the street's. Real recognize real and these fucker's are looking mighty unfamiliar right about now.. (Riley Freeman)

Vegasauras Rex says RAAAWWWRRRR!!!!!

Import Racing, Cockiness, and Vegas

When I first got into vehicles I was all about trucks. I had a 91 Chevrolet 3/4 ton with some glass packs and 2 12's in the back. Then I got a little change in my pocket and stepped my game up. I got a 1985 K5 Blazer. Man was it fun.. Then I started hanging out with some dude's that had Honda's and I fell in love..

They're easy to mod. Parts are interchangeable between models, and you can make them pretty fast.. I was coasting through life, I mean I was enjoying my car, but I thought body kits were cool, my screens fell like rain and my trunk banged like thunder...

Then one day BG shows me a video..

"Hi, This is Cheesefrog and I'm bout to race a Viper.."

I know you watched the video..

Now watch it again..

Bask in the amazingness that just happened..

That video is like 8 years old at this point.

Turbo LS motor in a hatch tuned by StOOpid.

Fuck. I love it.

Then I saw this..

Confidence.

Charisma.

Cockiness.

"We don't sleep..."

I heard MikeBransa bought a LS longblock today.

Watch out folks.. Seems like 2 of the IB's might be

making a combeback..

We still don't sleep AND we make more money..

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Fuck My Life

I wanna touch on my Facebook posting from this afternoon. Fuck My Life was a pretty fun site when it first became "hot" in the streets. I mean there were some Epic postings that really made me smile and appreciate my life.

Then..

It got popular. Like Starbuck's popular. Like ANNOYING as fuck popular. Lemme tell you why. Because now I can't go one day without checking my Facebook or Myspace and someone hasn't posted some hot garbage (Vic) about some Mediocre ass shit..

"My phone got stolen FML..."

"Midterms FML.."

"I'm broke FML.."

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Please stop posting that shit.

Lemme give you a run down of my day.

9:15am - Wake-up

10:40am - Leave for work

10:50am - Car breaks down

10:52am - Shifter bushings are gone and I can't shift gears in my car

11:30am - Walked home in the 90 degree heat with a tie on.

11:33am - Owned. Garage is locked and I don't have the key which means I can't fix my car

12:15pm - Walked back to my car. Rigged the shifter to go into 4th and limp to my house

1:00pm - Call the State of Texas to check on my last 10 surcharge payments. They go like this :

Reference Number Amount

417998 $104.00

E78447 $104.00

P79222 $260.00

P79223 $104.00

AV1957 $260.00

AV1958 $104.00

CR7365 $260.00

FS7138 $260.00

FS7139 $104.00

HC0811 $260.00

That's a little over $1,850 to get my license back. I found this out after my car broke down. Did I run to Facebook and post "FML?"

Fuck no. My Pop's gave me a ride to the parts store. I picked up some tools and a some shifter bushing's. I spent the afternoon fixing my car. I logged onto txsurchargeonline.com and payed the first 3 payments. King came over and we watched some T.V. and chilled. Had some laughs, picked up some lottery tickets.

That's a day in the life of Vegas. Adversity? Word is a joke.

One day a motherfucker will walk upto Vegas and I will have made it. This Bitch is gonna ask me what time it is and I'm gonna lift up my shorts and they're gonna see a Platinum Rolex wrapped around my balls. "I'm gonna say that's what fucking time it is.."

This Bitch is gonna run and post "A dude had a Rolex around his nuts - FML"

Your right Bitch.. Fuck your Life.

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Maaaaaaannnn!!!!

Rawest Song I have heard in 2009. If you can't relate to this song. You suck at fucking life.

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"If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart."

-Alexander Solzhenitsyn

Ally posted this on her Facebook the other day. I read it and re-read it. In my wonderful threesome the other night with Tylenol PM and Xanax I got to thinking about Evil Deeds. I have pulled my fair share. I would like to think that I am honest person..

Honestly, I am not. Breaking down the quote above, I feel that I am a person somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds. To keep my hinds part safe I blend in with good people as to protect myself from being destroyed.

You may be thinking to yourself "but Vegas you always have an answer, or helped me, or got me taken care of..." What you don't know is that I am pulling out the stops to make it happen. Lying here, stealing this, Kicking this kid, hurting this person's feelings.

Or, you know that I am committing Evil Deeds. Yet, you still talk to me. You still find the time to ask my opinion. Aren't you scared you are somehow fucking up your own place in this world by associating with me? Aren't you scared of what might happen? Do you feel the same was as me?

I am indifferent, I don't care, I don't feel for people. I am a Wolf and I am disguised as a sheep..

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Friend's

Friend's..

I consider these people my family. I know it seems a little immature to some but I don't think they can fully appreciate why. I am gonna give you a couple of examples of why I consider these people just as close to me as my Pop or my little brother..

"So what does ****** think about you quitting your job? I mean he helped you get it didn't he?"

PAUSE - Why would someone ask me this? They are under the assumption that ****** is going to be upset. Why? He is my friend he will support me..

Me - "Let me read you the text he sent me.. "That's whatsup. If you need anything from me let me know, I got you fam.."

I can understand why people don't understand. I mean the fact of the matter is this.. People DO NOT care about people or they don't know how to just be honest about something. Like if you don't wanna hangout with Vegas just tell me.. Don't be scared of me. See, most of you have grown up fake frontin' ass people. You nurtured your relationship's on the internet. Myspace, Facebook, Twitter...

Example.. I punched Carlos in the face.. Now we don't talk.. Why? He lives in a Rap Video, I tried to shake his hand after the fact and he acted like he was Tony Montana. I don't blame him, I am holding Society to blame for this.. We have "sissyfied" children and have scared Parents away from discipline. Kids can't go outside after dark. They don't play competitive sports in elementary schools anymore. You got kids out there that play video games and talk to people on the internet to acclimate them to Society. They lose massive amounts wisdom during primary stages of growing up.

Another thing that concerns me is the lack of tact people have these days.. I know you might be concerned with what I am saying here, you'r e thinking "this is VEGAS he can't be controlled"

WRONG WRONG WRONG

My name is Jeremy Dustin Smith and I shake hands and kiss babies for a living. I have more charms than a box of Lucky's cereal. Mom's and Dad's love me, your Grand mama and papa will respect me. They don't see VEGAS. Why? Stan taught me right. Up until I feel I can't respect you I will show you the utmost respect.

So with that being said. Let's talk about a conversation I had this evening. This person thought that it was ok to talk about someone close to me. They knew this person is close to me. It's not ok to not show this person no respect when speaking to me.. It ultimately lead to me having to remind this person of how much of a SLUT his girlfriend is.. Convo went like this..

Him - "So I heard you been hanging out with ****** Isnt she a slut and a drug addict? I heard she did this and that and blah blah blah blah.. "

PAUSE - Why did he think this was ok? This man knows me. Knows that I WILL NOT hesitate to verbally crush his and his girlfriend's feelings for his comments. Why did he not show tact in this moment to keep his mouth shut? I'll get to that in a moment.

Me - "Nah fool... hahah.. She's cool, it was just some rumors. You know how folks hate, It's happened to you and all of us.."

PAUSE - You think this motherfucker would have gotten the hint. Nope. Dr. Suess and him are not friends, he didn't use his context clues.

Him - "I don't know. I heard this from ****** You know they know what's good."

PAUSE - Commence the emotional terrorism from Vegas.

Me - "Say nigga, why are you pushing this issue? I told you it was just some folks hating. I know more than you and everybody else. Yes, I know ***** knows some shit, but you forgot who they fuck you are talking too.. I KNOW what's good. Like remember that time ****** got fucked by a couple dudes at my house. That shit aint no rumor motherfucker. I SEEN that shit with my own 2. Do I remind you everytime we talk that your fucking slut ass girlfriend got motherfucking ran through in front me and a few others every time we speak? No I fucking don't. So next time we speak you keep your fucking thoughts to yourself or I not only will REMIND you that your bitch had a cock in her pussy and mouth at the same time, but I will make for fucking certain that the dudes that did it remind you as well..

Deep Breath folks.. This is why people call me Vegas. I know people. I hear what happens. I know the source. I have my ear to the ground. Like I told Easy that one time. "Vegas isn't a pillar, Vegas isn't popular, Vegas is the glue that holds the fucking earth together."

Some of yall motherfucker's need to develop some healthier relationship's. Get some people in your lives that you can call when some shit goes south. Not mommy not daddy. That motherfucker you been arrested with, the one that picks you up when your car blows up, the one you run over in a drunken argument, the one that has your back regardless of the situation and won't turn his back on you on some bullshit. I'm not gonna say respect. Respect is a word that fake ass fucking rapper's and people that live in a fantasy Scarface world have saturated with so much bullshit it doesn't even carry meaning anymore.

I'm gonna say Tact. Show some.

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Life Changes..

I got an iPhone. 

My Integra is running strong. 

I quit my old job. 

I started a new one. 

Puma's 

Van's 

I shaved my beard. 

It's almost August..  My Sister's 3rd son will be born this month..  Birthday's Birthday's Birthday's this Month.. 

King

BG

Leigh

Papaw

Jamie 

Jacob

Jodi

Seems like all kind's of motherfucker's are born in August.. 

Im in a great mood but don't start talkin, don't run your mouth, or you'll get hit with a fuckin' Rock Bottom.. 

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Fuckin' Little Kids

Today I'm at work and I have to goto the bathroom. I'm not talking about number 1. I'm talking about the big one, el numero dos... So, I'm holding it and holding it 'cause I hate going to the bathroom at work, but finally it happens. The bottom falls out and I gotta make way up to the restrooms to drop timber's.. 

I hit the restroom and scope out the scenery. I find the toilet that is gonna be the victim of my bubbly stomach. Lock the stall door and proceed to start handling my business. I am sitting there playing texas hold 'em on my Blackberry when this kid is just acting like a fucking idiot in the restroom. He's screamin' at his dad about something, they're arguing back and forth and what not. So I'm sitting thinking "somebody needs to give this kid a whooping" 'cause lord knows when I was a young'n I woulda got my head broken. 

All of sudden some shit pops off, this kid is screamin' and doesn't want to do something when outta nowhere this little motherfucker tries to dive underneath my stall door to hide from the pops. At this moment I am thinking 2 things.. 

1. This motherfucker is tryna snatch the crumbs out my wallet. 

2. My cock is exposed. I mean, I'm still shitting, and this little fuck is looking right at me. 

So, I do what I hope any grown man would in my situation.. 

I kick the fuck outta that little motherfucker. I put my size 10 and 1/2 all up in his ribs and shoulder a couple of times. That little fuck needs to learn a lesson... 

You DO NOT act like a fucking idiot in public. 

Well, it dawns on my that I just kicked the fuck out of him and he's like 8 or 9. Then his dad grabs his ankle and drags his ass back out into the wonderful atmosphere that is the men's restroom and proceeds to give him a good ole American spanking. Like the kinda whooping I woulda got when I was a kid. 

I wipe my ass, tuck in my shirt, thoroughly wash my hands, and cruise back to work with a smile on my face.. 

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Cuddling..

I like to cuddle.. So there was this nice young lady I was talking to not too long ago about cuddling. During this conversation I proclaimed that "I am pro at cuddling and my bed is probably one of the most comfortable beds ever." Which lead to this... 

Her - "All guys say that - you're bed probably isn't much comfortable than any other.." 

Let me let yall in on something - I am a salesman. I don't like "no's." Plus, yall know me.. I ain't no Brad Pitt. I have to overcome the objections.. This girl doesn't realize it, but I am a pro in the game better yet a veteran in the Hall of Fame.. haha.. 

Me - "Sweetie, difference between Vegas and guy B is.. I like nice things... My bed is laced with the nicest pillows, Cotton sheets, Nautica comforter with a micro fiber duvay (sp?) cover.. I also have a pillow top mattress that I have had for about 2 an 1/2 years and is just coming into it's own. I mean its nice.." 

Her - "Vegas. Seriously." 

Me - "My bed has been tried and tested and 10 out of 10 Vagina's approve.." 

I mean I'm not trying to brag but you know.. Vegas cuddled that night.. Hahahaha.. 

The same young lady from above was talking to another young lady that has cuddled with me and I guess that they wanted to know who was the best "cuddler." I couldn't answer the question.. I mean that's tough.. I had to think about it.. So without further a do - Here is my Top 5 cuddler list w/ 5 honorable mentions.. 

#10 - Leigh Ann Faulkner  

I have to put Leigh on the list. Me and Leigh don't cuddle, she is like my sister. Being that.. Leigh has my back, she'll co-sign on the comfortableness of my bed. 

#9 - Arlene Clary aka "The Mex" 

The Mex doesn't really cuddle when she's sober. When she is drunk she is probably one of the best in the game. She doesn't break Top 5 though... Drunk girls throw up on you or pee in the bed or just some overall dumb shit.. 

#8 - Regina Wong

Regina likes to cuddle, but she doesn't like to sleep over, or let you sleep over.. Kinda weird. Almost like being at your parents house or something like that.. Too much late night creeping.. 

#7 -  Vicky Zavala 

Vicky was probably my first cuddle friend. Really cute Mexican girl, I was in love. I was also in the ninth grade and her dad hated me cause I was white.. 

#6 - Jodi Nowell 

Jodi is kinda mean and a little forceful.. hahaha.. BUT she loves sportscenter. There is something kinda awesome about being cuddled up with a pretty girl who loves to watch sportscenter in bed.  

#5 - Amber Garton 

Me and Amber don't cuddle much, but I had to put her at number 5 because she is like 5 ft tall and about 100 pounds. This little girl will take a bed over. I'm a big dude, and didn't know how to respond to being punk'd by her in the middle of the night cause she was hoggin the whole damn bed, and bogartin the blanket and pillows.. 

#4 - Jacob Smith 

Shit might look kinda Homo.. But if any of you ever had to share a bed with your sibling you might can understand what I'm about to say.. Since this motherfucker was like 3 years old we shared a room. Up until I was a senior in High School. We weren't rich either - we shared a fucking bed. We cuddled when we were homeless, staying in motels, or other people's houses. 

#3 - Kaywin Jenkins 

Gotta put Kay Kay in the Top 5. Kay Kay is a cuddler in the purest form. 

#2 - Emily Terry 

I was a Junior in High School and she was the baddest girl in my grade. I'm not gonna say it was my swag or game or any dumb shit like that. It was pure Charisma. What's even more tight was when I snuck back to Waxahachie in the summer time and had a kidney stone in the middle of the night and her parents didn't know I was there.. When I left the hospital my Pops knew why I didn't go home. She nursed me back to health. 

#1 - Adrienne Stein 

It's the feet. You all might not understand. Excluding my brother cause he is a dude, no girl from 10 to 2 has ever wrapped their feet up in my feet. Shit is pretty much off the chain. My feet get cold - she warmed em up.. That's pure cuddling from top to bottom.. Arrested Development.. If you don't know about that then you need to step your fucking game up..

*Please don't think because I wrote this out that have had sex with all these nice young ladies.. I have with some and haven't with others... I don't want any drama.. I don't have time for that shit..  

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Saturday Morning, 100 degree heat & a Suicide Attempt

I was scheduled to open my store Saturday morning. Since my store is so far from my house I set out on my morning Journey around 8:15am. Hit the Shell station on the corner, throw some gas in the BB, snag some sundlower seeds and a little summin summin to drink. I cruise south on 75 through downtown hit 35 south to 67 to 20 West.. Around 9:30ish I come up on some traffic. I don't really think anything of it, I mean someone probably wrecked. WRONG. I proceed to sit there until 11:45am when after making about a mile the police are exiting people off the freeway. Imagine this.. The BB doesn't have A/C, I am fat, and I wear a tie to work. By 11:45 I am damn near having a heat stroke. I hit the first gas station I see and proceed to hydrate and cool off. Come to find out there is a dude on the overpass at 360 trying to kill himself, and he has been since early that morning.. 

Really? Early that morning? I mean its fucking NOON and this attention whore is still out there.. This aint a damn movie.. Take this fool out.. Let him Jump.. I don't want to come off tooo insensitive here, but c'mon if this man has been out there since before daylight, there is no way he should STILL BE THERE AT NOON!!!! I clocked in at 2:10pm.. 

I could rant on and on about it.. But It's late, and I don't feel like getting into really.. 

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Stanley Wayne Smith

If you have ever met my dad then you know he is a cool ass dude. Most people that have ever met him just meet the nice side of him.. I call this side of my dad the "Handyman" he is a pro at fixing stuff. He can do anything on a car, I have watched him repair homes, bikes, r/v's, trailers, all kinds of shit. Only if you have known my dad for year's do you know the side I like to call Pop. This is the side that I believe I get my story telling abilities from. He is a highly intelligent man who everyone respects. I have never heard anyone say anything bad about him, and if they ever did a fight came with it.. 

So today was going really great for me. I did the outline on my back yesterday, Got a box full of OEM Honda Parts I have been waiting on, and went to see Transformer's at IMAX... D. King and C-Mac dropped me off after the movies, and I fell asleep. I woke to a Voicemail and Text from Deanne telling me that Pop had totaled his truck.. 

Apparently he was coming home from work and a guy pulling a big ass Goose Neck trailer needed to make a left turn from the right lane. He slammed on his brakes and cut Pop off. Pop cut to the right and the driver's side of his truck clipped the trailer. From what Mom said the truck rolled and totaled out. Pop is ok. He has some cuts, bumps and bruises but didn't goto the hospital. 

I don't think people can fully understand what it means to be a Smith. When I say Smith I am talking about my direct family. When tell my friends to not let Life kick them, or when I say I punch Life in the face. My father is the man I feel I learned this from.  

So once again that bitch ass motherfucker Life tried to fuck with the Smith's. Life done fucked up cause Stanley Wayne Smith hit that bitch with a 1 - 2 and a uppercut for the K.O. 

One day Life will understand the Smith's Aint to BE Fucked With.. 

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The World is SOOOO Smmallll!!!!

http://www.houston-imports.com/forums/showthread.php?t=528757

I visit alot of car forums.. Some I post and am an active memeber on and some of them I just "lurk." Mostly I use these forums to look for and sell car parts. 

Houston-Imports.com is one of these. I don't live in Houston and I rarely post on the board, but I try and check it everyday for car parts and whatever else that might peak my interest. 

A little over a week ago I ran across this thread posted above. I don't wanna touch on the details but I think you should check it out. RIP to Chad Jones. 

About 4 years ago I was selling/buying some car parts and made a trip down to Houston when I got there I met this kid "Chad" he wasn't the one selling me the transmission I was buying, he had just rode shotty with the dude I was buying it from. Needless to say in the hour or so I was sittin in this parking lot chilling with these dudes shooting the shit about cars this Chad kid was fuckin funny. To top it off me and him had real similar personalities so we were just banging on people walking around, talking shit, laughing about all kinds of stuff.. Shortly after that I pretty much stopped messing with cars, and stopped getting on HI.com. I had kept Chad's number and would text him every so often to see if he knew anyone that needed a part or had a part. Well in January my phone was stolen and I lost his number. 

When I started reading that thread I didn't think anything of it. I mean I felt for his friends and family but I am just a guy behind a computer screen. I don't know him personally. Until I saw the picture. It was Chad. The kid I had met so many years ago. The shit was crazy. I can't say I knew him personally but I spent 60 minutes of my life with dude 5 years ago, and he had me rolling the whole time. It was like putting me and D. King in the same room. I felt like this kid was part of MY crew. Like he was my folk. I never stood face to face with Chad ever again, and it makes me sad. I hope to one day bullshit with this man again.. 

Rest in Peace sir.. 

When I joke about me dying and say it's gonna be $5 to get in my funeral. I am really not bullshitting. I want it to be a party. No fucking crying. No fucking whiney ass bullshit. When I am dead I will have left yall with a lifetime of stories and adventures. I want yall motherfucker's to be standing around eating some groceries straight off the grill. I want some Patron in your right hand and a Grey Goose and Sprite in the other. Talking shit and being loud. Making fun of Fat People and talking about Pussy Savings Time. Fucking celebrate my life and know that I will be selling Lemonade in Hell.. 

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Hunter S. Thompson

I have to start this off with a definition. 

"young socialite" - basically my definition of a frat/sorority type, or a "I'm gonna fit in type" of person who offers no substance or authentic view on anything. They probably carry an iPhone, own an Ed Hardy T and listen to music that other people find interesting. I hope you can invision the type of person I am talking about.. 

Now, to the topic at hand.. Hunter S. Thompson. 

The man is really interesting, I don't know a whole lot about him, but I took some interest after watching "Where the Buffalo Roam" Starring Bill Murray back in like 1996. I immediately felt like I had to read all his books. So I did. 

Hunter lived life to the extreme, literally, Johnny Depp's character in Fear & Loathing represents a pretty awesome portrait of Mr. Thompson. 

When I walk into someone's house where there happens to be a party or I am meeting someone for the first and I see a movie poster for Fear & Loathing I always get this instinct to dig in and find out what the person who owns the poster knows about the movie or Hunter S. Thompson. 

My 1st question - Have you seen "Where the Buffalo Roam" 

I ask this to get an understand of the type of person I am dealing with. Usually I get the "Young Socialite" type. 

Answer - Confused Look - No, what's that? 

Me - It's a movie starring Bill Murray playing the same character in F & L. 

Them - Really? Bill Murray is old. 

Me - Well it's from the early 80's. 

Them - That's an old movie. 

Me - Well its based on a book that was written by Hunter S. Thompson. 

Them - Who? 

Me - The guy that F & L is based on. 

Them - That movie is SOOOO AWEESSSOOOMMEEE all the drugs they do and how they party and trash that hotel room. 

Me - You're a fucking idiot. 

Don't you hate that? I equate this to wanna be hustler's and gangster's who hang BIG ASS FUCKIN poster's of Al Pacino as Scarface. That movie fuckin sucks, Scarface dies in the end, he is not a fucking badass. DeNeiro in Casino is a fucking Badass. Pacino in Dog Day Afternoon is a fucking Badass. 

As a movie fan, and a person who reads to damn much I am excited to say that Johnny Depp will be starring as Paul Kemp in The Rum Diary. A book that Hunter S. Thompson wrote in 1959 but wasn't published until 1998. The book is pretty awesome and I really look forward to the movie. 

Hunter S. Thompson is really fucking interesting, so if you think F & L is "awesome" you should really dive into some of his other stuff. I recommend starting with "Gonzo: The Life and Work of Hunter S. Thompson" or "Buy the Ticket, Take the Ride" a documentary about the man. It might open your eyes to the fact that you sound like a GODDAMN FOOL when you open your mouth about that "super trendy cool" movie poster hanging in your living room above the table that holds your weed stash.. 

Fuck With Me - I'll Eat You Alive. 

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R.I.P to the Pimp..

"I aint with all that back talk, sneak dissin, or plexin, I'm 'gon tell you how I feel 'cause I'm a Goddamn Texan.." - Bun B 

R.I.P. Pimp C

I love Rap music. I really do. But these days the shit is so terrible. Fuckin Swag and Patron.. Blah Blah Blah. Get the Fuck outta here with that. Let me tell you why I miss Pimp C. Actually I'm gonna let the Pimp tell you.. 

These kids these days need to take some fuckin' notes.. 

One of My Best Friends...

Justin Case 

This goes out to you sir.. 

I been knowing Justin since I'm like 8 or 9 years old. We've been tight as fuck since day one. I looked up to him, he guided me through life. I remember when shit would pop off as a kid, or I needed some help I could call Justin and this fool had my back. Always had my back. As I got older me and Justin never grew apart. What made Justin so tight was his methodical thought process. I was intrigued by this cat. Some folks didn't like him, and they never understood, but Vegas, I knew. Everytime Justin would drop some knowledge I would pick it up. I picked up the definitions for backup plan, what if, stringers, plan b, action plans and things of that nature. When things happened in life, I overcame. IF my power was cut off, I had power. When my PLAN didn't happen the way I wanted it to I had a PLAN B. When I needed to accomplish a goal I can easily establish an ACTION PLAN. When 1 female didn't want to hangout I had a STRINGER or BACKUP PLAN. 

Thank You Justin. When all them other fools were acting like they were too cool, or their Mom and Dad were cleaning their room and wiping their ass. We were banging out in the street learning how to survive. You're my homie and I love you.. 

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Ridin' Dirty

Earlier this evening I decided to dip into the darkness and go holler at a friend of mine. Since this fool lives on the other side of Dallas and the Black Bomber doesn't have a radio I turned the headphones up on the iPod and started out on my journey. I get to Mesquite, say my peace, show some love, and dip out. It's a beautiful evening so I hop on 80 west and as soon it merges with 30 the damn Dallas Sheriff's office has the interstate blocked searching cars. If you know me at all then you know that 1. Me and the coppers don't get along and 2. Vegas is always ridin' dirty. I don't have a driver's license. I am approaching red lights, cops are out with flashlights and dogs and I gotta think fast, cause there is no way in hell I am even gonna speak to a fucking cop much less stop. I see an exit. I hit it. It's St. Francis. Owned. The copper's are on the service road. I am coming up on the right hand turn to get on St. Francis and I start to panic cause I know I'm fucked. Luckily the desire within to avoid the cops and my head being on a swivel it hits me. I can hit this parking lot and back track to St. Francis. I hit it. Fuckin' success. I make my way to St. Francis and follow it around to Jim Miller. Jim Miller to Lakeland. At this point I'm screamin' cause I'm home free. I hook a right on Lakeland "What's up Owenwood United Methodist Church." That's where my folks were married. John West to Buckner. Left on Buckner. I start getting Nostalgic. I mean this was my stomping ground for numerous summers. Gaston Middle School, Hermosa, Buena Vista, Casa Linda, Chili's, Blockbuster. I hit the light at Garland Rd. Pass Dr's Hospital where my papaw passed away. Then pass Flagpole Hill. Left on Northwest Hwy to Northpark Mall and 75 North. Shit was awesome. Tonight was a great night for a drive. iPod was loud as shit, cruising the mean streets of Dallas. 

So, Fuck you coppers.. I'm Fucking Darkwing Duck and my head is perpetually swivelizing.. 

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Race Relations and Vegas

It isn't often that I dabble in the issue of race. This is not because I am scared of the subject, but because I do not hate/love people for the color of their skin or what ethnicity they are. I hate/love everyone on a 1 on 1 basis. Which brings me to a story about what brought this about.. 

On Tuesday I was getting tattoo'ed. I had been on the table for about an hour or so, and these girls walk in. They were cute from what I could see, and 1 of them wanted a four leaf clover on her ankle (boorrriiinnngggg) because she was 1/4th irish. Really? A four leaf clover on your ankle because your a 1/4 irish? Ron was grinding on my elbow and I wasn't in the best mood so I started giggling a little and responded with "white people." Ron starts laughing and asks why I said that. "Well, it is in my experience that white people will do some stupid shit like permanently tattoo a four leaf clover on their ankle when they're only a 1/4 irish." The girl gets a little offended because I was making fun of her idea. She looked at me and with an angry look she said.. 

"Aren't you white" 

Without hesistation I responded. 

"I'm a...

1/4 Hustler

1/4 Con Man

1/4 Go getter

1/4 Aggressive 

and I'm 1/2 Hungry... 

I transcend the colors of race and ethnicity, I care about 1 color and that color is green. Because at the end of the day it doesn't matter who the president is, or how bad the economy gets. The Wu-Tang clan said it best.. C.R.E.A.M. 

Cash Rules Everything Around Me. 

I can't have the things I want or do the things I want to do. I can't pay my bills, or feed my family if I don't have money."

With a smile on my face I proceeded to tell this girl that when I left that evening I was gonna do what I always do, and that's go make my bank account grow as fat as I am.. 

See, she thought I was trying to be something I wasn't. Maybe a white person that hated white people? I don't really know. Really, I just thought her idea was fucking stupid and I wanted to get a rise out of her to entertain myself... 

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*Some parts of this blog are fictional and for the sole purpose of entertainment.. 

Pulled this off of my myspace blog. Myspace is sinking.. So I decided I should salvage this beauty.. 

Ladies and Gentleman - This is Juan. 

Vegas had the pleasure of meeting Juan last Saturday night while I was enjoying a wonderful evening with some good friends on 6th street in Austin, Tx. Now as most of you know, 6th street is a pretty wild place filled with frat boys, and sorority girls, gangsta's and chicken heads, cowboys and cowgirls, homeless men and women. People of all colors, creeds, and origins and also the bitch ass motherfucker's we love to hate - the PO-lice.. My story begins around 2:30am early Sunday morning. My friends and I were leaving a club called Prague (I highly recommend this place the women are hot. They have all 32 flavors, there was this bad bitch named "Amanda" that worked there, she was Columbian.. Let me tell you, her ass was.. nevermind..) anyways, where was I? Oh yeah, so we stumble outta Prague which is actually on 5th so, we make it up a block to 6th and start trekking to our hotel and as we make our way down 6th there are fights breaking out left and right, but none of them were really entertaining so we keep going til we get down to Neches and 6th. As we were coming up on the corner Juan and his friends are laughing, and we really don't pay them any mind, until I hear Juan shout something at this gay man walking down the street with a buddy and 2 chicks. See Juan decided he was going to keep it "real" and talk shit to this gay cat to impress his little flame he had on his shoulder (you can see her in the pic, she is wearing the white shoes.) I mean this dude was a little broke wristed, but he wasn't a small guy, and he took offense to what Juan was saying. There is some banter back and forth between them and we're nearing the end of the street. Juan says something that I couldn't quite makeout, this obviously upsets the gay guy so he starts moving towards Juan at a rapid pace. In this instance there are 2 things Juan didn't know..

1. This gay man likes Kissing Men and Kicking Ass. 
2. ALWAYS keep your guard up if a motherfucker is coming at you!!

I guess Juan thinks they are gonna bump chests, cause obviously "fags" don't fight. WRONG AGAIN, Motherfucking WRONG. Gay guy gets Juan with a superman chest push, it's a 2 handed push, you know the one where your neck is whiplashed, your feet come out from underneath you, and your parallel with the pavement for a few seconds so it looks like your flying like superman. Anyways, Juan hits pavement hard, like real hard, his head hitting the concrete sounded liiikkeee - well it sounded like a motherfucker's head hit the pavement from a few feet in there. Juan was instantly fucked, we all saw it, he tried to recover, he leaned up into a 90 degree angle and then he took a devastating blow to the temple. While Juan sat up, gay guy comes through with a left hook straight to the Temple. K fucking O'ed this nigga Juan, I mean his eyes rolled in the back of his head. And again Juan's head hit the concrete. HARD. In the midst of this, gay guy's buddy and Juan's buddy exchange fist a cuffs and I turn to look at Juan and his flame is trying to make him come 2. This is when my motherfucking man Armel comes through with the pic above. It was like Armel knew the shit was gonna happen.. 

Blackberry Bold - check
Right hot key pressed - check 
Camera on - check 
Flash on - check 

"Smile for the camera Juan" - *SNAP*

Juan's friends are frantically trying to wake Juan and what they don't realize is this nigga is not breathing so I remind them "Yo, that nigga is not breathing, this nigga is dead son!! Call the fuckin ambulance" This was about the time we walked off, cause if any of yall know Vegas yall know damn well the cops woulda got me for something. We cruise down to Heavy Metal pizza, grab a slice and a cold tasty refreshment knock the 4th meal down and start back towards the crime scene. At this point probably 35-40 minutes has gone by since Juan was KO'ed. As we walk up the paramedics are there and Juan FINALLY comes around, and when he does he had to have spit a half gallon of blood outta his mouth.. I was glad to see Juan awake, and not dead, that would have been unfortunate, but you know what? Oh fucking well if he did die, he shouldn't been talking shit. What's the moral of this story? Just because a dude walking down the street might have a broke wrist or two, and he might have a touch of feminine is his voice doesn't mean that big sumbitch won't bust your fucking head. Juan thought he was keeping it real, now this motherfucker got a pic of himself knocked the fuck out on my blog with this incredible fucking story below it entertaining some folks.. 

I hope your okay Juan, wherever you are.. 

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Laziness is not Tired.. It's just lazy..

Juggernaut - Noun. A massive inexorable force that crushes everything in its way. 

I wake up everyday, and I see people who let things stop them. Like the minimalist of things. I am so sick of hearing "I'm tired" Go on with that shit. It seems these days that motherfucker's think this is a viable excuse for their lack of quality performance. Ask my father if he is "tired." Ask Jordan, Tiger, ask your hero if he/she is tired. If you hear Mr. Smith say he is tired, it is truly because I haven't slept in a day or 2. I don't sleep. I have never slept. There are people in my life who scrape by, and piss and moan about not having shit. Yet, they use the smallest excuse to keep them from achieving any goal. Am I perfect? Hell No. Do I let anything get in my way? Hell No. If I set my sight on a goal, or I need to complete something, ain't a damn thing on this earth, or in the heaven's that can stop me. God himself could send some divine intervention, and your gonna see my fatass bust a spin move and then heisman that divine something and achieve my goal. How come these people do not set their priorities straight? Why do these people use "tired" as their bullshit excuse? Be honest folks. You procastinated (sp?) You were lazy. You thought you had something better to do. "Tired" does not make you cool. You sound like a fucking moron. A fucking moron. So next time Vegas asks you how shit is going pleeeaaasssseeee do not say.. "I'm tired" cause I am probably gonna punch you in the face, and then scream out I am the Juuggggeeeerrrrrrnnnnaaaauuuuuttttt Biiiiittttttcccccchhhhh!!!!

-veg

Flag the Pole

So last night in my pursuit to find the end of the world wide web I stumbled across this magnificent piece of  entertainment. This reminded of a dude named Dominique, his crew, and a wonderful young lady trying to earn a couple crinkled George Washington's at a little strip joint off the A1A in coastal Florida.

Back in late 2003 early 2004 I worked at a Best Buy in Tyler, Tx. My Fam MikeBransa worked there with me and Dominique worked there as well selling T.V.'s. Well Dominique always talked about his click - Flag that Pole click. Hahahah.. I asked that fool probly a hundred times what that shit meant. I mean I had an idea, but I never really could grasp the significance behind it. Dominique was a huge ass motherfucker too, like 6'5 400 big, and he would just giggle when I would ask this man what Flag that Pole meant.

Fast Forward a couple anos. It is like April/May 2007 MikeBransa and my fatass are living/working in Florida. One night we sneak out into some nightly activities with a couple co-workers and we end up at this strip club off theA1A across the street from the Atlantic Ocean. (I hope you know where this is going) We got our strip game tight too. FRSH georgie's, some goose to get loose, and a nice spot in between the stage and some college ladies out to have a good time that night. As the night creeps towards day, some casual flirting between Us and the college ladiesis getting nice, were sitting there and this lovely little beauty struts onto the stage and (I have to stop right now to say that in Florida strip clubs are not all nude like Texas, unfortunate I know.) I am not really paying her too much mindcause I am trying to get a kiss, rub, tug, something from one of these drunk girls next to me. When all of a sudden like an Olympic Gymnast this pretty little thing flings herself onto the "pole" and proceeds to give a performance deservingonly the GOLD medal. Towards the end she works her way to the top of the pole and holds on real tight with her legs and then to mine and MikeBrana's amazement she FUCKING FLAGS THE POLE!!! She looks like a Flag flowing in the wind. I mean I was pretty drunk at this point, but I was amazed. I knew. I knew why Dominique could never tell me what it meant, that I had to experience that moment, and take it in, in all its glory..

Watch this video, it gets really good around 1:47. A warm fuzzy feeling came over me when I saw it, and it reminded of that wonderful night in Florida when I experienced a "Flag that Pole" moment.

Before you ask, cause I know you did it too, I reached for the Coach wallet and tried to throw money at the screen. Had a couple benny franks to throw at that glorious display of grace, and athleticism...

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E - Arguing

I hate it. I really do, but I find myself always doing it. Myspace, Facebook, and General Debate & Discussions forums across the interwebz. I will argue about anything. Creationism, Abortion, Domestic vs. Imports, Rota vs. JDM, Retro'ed Sneakers, and the list goes on. I can't stop. The worst part is I will not admit that I'm wrong. Ask King. This fool knows. Give me a topic and tell me a side to pick and I will argue til your blue in the face. I LOVE it, I fuckin LOVE it. I will analyze the facts, and develop the argument, I will disprove your theories and tell you you're wrong. So, after hours and hours of arguing with me, when your face is black and blue, and you hate me, I mean absolutely wanna punch me in the face, and the dust has settled and I am basking in the Aftermath that was our argument, I hit you with this look -

and then I do this \/\/\/

and thhheeeeennnnnn I hit you with the Paul Wall.. 

And it hits you like Terry Tate. I was just fucking with you, and my ego is huge, my self esteem is banging, and I am happy.. 

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Hunting

I enjoy a good hunt. Not like animals, but finding shit, like treasure hunting. I have been trying to watch this documentary for a minute now, and couldn't find it. FINALLY found this B, and watched it last night. It's nice. I recommend you watch it. 

I can't decide though if I like it so much because it is a good watch, or because it took me so long to find it. Kinda like, I'm gonna think it's good no matter what, because of the hunt. 

It is Friday May 15, 2009 AKA Payday. I have been living on crumbs for 2 weeks. It feels good to have some benji's and twomps in my pocket.. Hahahaa.. I'm doing damage on some groceries tonight!!!!!  

For those that don't know my gangster Vegas slang. Here is a quick lesson:

Benji - 100 dollar bill. Short for Benjamin because Benjamin Franklin is on the 100 dollar bill. 

Twomp - Twenty. Armel got me saying this shit. I probably sound like a fool saying it, but that man makes it sound cool, so I gotta chase.. Hahaha.. 

I'm out.. Gotta bring the Ruckus to all these Motherfucker's today.. 

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Post One

 

C 2Tha - You need Jesus. So I'm giving him to you.. 

This man C 2Tha tried to argue to me and the fam that the girls that worked at Bone Daddy's were not cute. Get the Fuck Outta Here holmes.. She was an 8. Stop bullshitting. With that slim waist, and that milk chocolate skin. If I didn't know you, I would a thought you might like dudes, but even a gay dude would give her the D... 

Post 1 - Trying to get the hang of this shit.. 

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