Family..

Who do you consider family??

Your actual family? Blood?

I have a different perspective than most. I consider the kids I grew up with my family. The kids that were banging around with me when our parents were drinking and drugging. The kids I played sports with until bedtime, wrapped houses with, played video games with. Protected, fought, and got in trouble with...

Last April I drove to Georgia with Mikuel, Seth rode with us, we dropped him off in Anniston so he could spend the weekends with his boys. I knew I was gonna be going through there so I asked Seth if he wanted a ride, cause I know he doesn't get back to Anniston very often cause of work and shit.. I been knowing Seth and Mike since we were babies. Like diapers. I spent my childhood with these cats and even though I don't see them very often. I consider them my brothers.

On the way to Georgia, we got into Jackson, Mississippi and my car broke down. It sucked, but just a bump in the rode, Mikuel had been sleeping most of the way.. Waking up when stopped and stuff. Anyways, we got through Birmingham and dropped Seth off in Anniston and were making our way to Atlanta and it was the first time during the whole trip that Me and Mikuel got to catch up.. I hadn't seen him in probably 6 or 7 years or so.. We were talking about Stan and Deanne, my baby sister and brother and their kids and stuff.. He was telling me about his little sister Alex and how much he loved her, and he was proud of Todd cause he was getting married to an awesome girl. We talked about Mike and Tracy and talked about the all the shit we did when were kids.

I had a great time in Georgia, I got to see everybody, helped out with Todd's wedding and kinda just stayed to myself a little cause I didn't wanna get in the way.. lol.

After Georgia, I kept in touch with Mikuel and he was supposed to come to Dallas and watch a Cowboys game but it didn't pan out, which was cool, cause I figured I would just catch him next time..

I read today that Mikuel passed away last night, and it has me fucked up. I haven't seen him in over a year now, but to me, there is a huge difference between a childhood friend and someone you meet later in life. It doesn't help that Stan and Mike Dobbs' have been friends for god knows how long and it sure as fuck didn't make anything easier thinking back to last April when we stopped in at Mom and Pop's and he stilled called my Mom Nanner.. My heart truly and deeply goes out to Tracy, Mike, Alex, Todd and Adam.. I've been in my own world all day. Thinking.

I've been thinking about all the kids I grew up with. The ones I loved since I was child. The ones I hope nothing bad ever happens too. The ones I know I would help/protect/lie for/feed/cloth/shelter if I could. Just cause I know my Dad would want me to, cause he would, cause they are my family..

Rest In Peace Mikuel.. Catch you on the flip homie..

-Jeremy

Stupid Ass Bitch

I need yall to know that I need some Xanax. LOL. I've been couped up in my house for like 3 days now. The idea of coming outside is not appealing. My anxiety has my patience so thin I can barely make it to work and back. I'm kinda cancerous right now.

Last night, I was watching CNN and they were covering the trial of Casey Anthony, if you don't know who she is, I'm not gonna feel you in.. Anyways, they had her mother Cindy Anthony on the stand and she was listening to her 911 tape. Apparently Casey's daughter had been taken by the nanny, whose name was "Zanny" 30 days prior and this was Cindy calling into 911 because apparently the babies mother Casey hadn't let anyone know..

I really don't give a fuck if you think I'm insensitive but REALLY CINDY?? YOUR FIRST RED FLAG SHOULD HAVE BEEN THAT THE NANNY'S NAME WAS "ZANNY THE NANNY" So this lady is balling on the stand and acting oblivious to the fact the her daughter clearly murdered her own daughter. It was driving me crazy. I guess I just don't trust anybody. I mean, if cruise up and my kid is like "Zanny the Nanny" stole my kid 30 days ago and I haven't been able to find her..."

I WOULD BUST THAT BITCH'S HEAD WIDE THE FUCK OPEN. The PO-lice wouldn't be trying Casey for murder they'd be charging me with Capital One..

Today, on the way to work, I'm sitting at the stoplight at Renner Rd and Jupiter. I'm jamming Lupe, enjoying my morning commute, thinking about this Sausage McMuffin I'm bout to devour. All of sudden this dude pulls up in an IS250.

The license plate said "Dnt Hte"

REALLY??? Bitch you are driving a goddamn stock Lexus IS250, act fucking Humble.. You 30K a year wanna be millionaire ass BITCH. I could see if you were rocking some Work VS-XX with some negative camber and rubberbands for tires. Maybe some rolled fenders or if you had just a bone stock IS-F, but you didn't... So here I am, hating on you cause you have a nice base with the IS, but goddamn.. Don't get the "Dnt Hte" plates on the stock ass ride.

Anyways, I'm done.. I'm gonna leave you with some nutritional listening and give me a day.. I'll be back to normal..

In my attempt to find my words...

I want to alienate myself. I wish I had the testicular fortitude to just say what I really wanted to say. There is so much shit going on in my mind, I can't sleep. It's not legit. It drives me crazy sometimes and all I wanna do is just post something, that just unravels people. I know I can too, I know I can abruptly turn peoples worlds on their sides, put it down and reverse it..

What should I do??

Tell me it is ok to say what I want. Regardless of the consequences..

I wanna make someone hate me, or love me, depending on you get down..

-veg

Opportunity

I was looking around online tonight at job postings. I don't have a degree or anything, I'm not very smart. I don't work hard. I'm kinda lazy but I can get things done. I'm usually not late on deadlines at work and I hit my numbers. I love to sell shit, and I'm very resilient on the sales floor.

It's no secret that I haven't had a driver's license for the past 6 years and my credit has been shit. I've been pretty gun shy about pursuing any other work related opportunities because I know that most employer's are going to run my background and credit and I never want to get my hopes about something that wouldn't come to fruition because my personal life was a wreck.

Now what most of you don't know is that I have been working to fix all of that, repair my credit, get a DL. I did, which wasn't easy because I don't make a ton of money. I sold off alot of shit, sneakers, car parts, things I like to keep, things I didn't wanna get rid of. Now I don't want yall to think that I made alot of sacrifices.. I didn't. Trips to Cabo, Concerts, mini Vacations, Cowboys games, Maverick games.. I am a do'er. If the opportunity arises for me to enjoy life I do it.

To me, it's pretty awesome that I'm sitting here... Credit fixed. Driver's License. Having these things has me smiling. Like Mad Cheeseface because I know I can make moves, up, down, left, right, A, B, A, C, A BB.. (<--- If you don't know, that's the blood code for Mortal Kombat on Sega Genesis. If you don't believe me GOOGLE that shit B..)

I will be looking for a new job, not super aggressively, but I know I'm much more than a 30K a year millionaire. My resume' is not terrible. I have some nice references and I want more. I want a lot more. I feel rejuvenated. I have the same feeling I had when I was a kid and my Mom told me I couldn't always have what I want, but IF I tried, I just might find, I get what I need.

My name is Vegas, and I'm here to fuck shit up..

;-)

Blogging

In a conscious effort to really move away from my facebook I really want to start blogging more often. The problem with this is I feel like I have to out do myself with every blog I post. Usually my blog posts are bragadocious (sp) or angry. I don't know if you all know this but I'm not that angry and hateful. lol. I'm not very confrontational and I sure as hell ain't cute.

So, I am going to try and post something every day or two, it might just be a story or a "day in the life of Vegas" type shit. It might be something happy or awesome. I don't know. All I know is everyday I have a ton of emotion that runs through me and I need to find a better way of channeling it.

This weekend, between my phone kinda fucking up and me just really being anti social I didn't really do shit. Rode with B.B. Goodenoughe back to east Tejas today to take Nephew back. Copped some In N Out and watched some standup.. Oh and Me and B Bot Tite got into some gangster shit, had some cops following us.. llolololol..

I'm out..

P.S. Beretta did that shit..

-vegas

Mindgames..

I was plotting all day on what I wanted to do when I got off work. Since it's the weekend and everything I was kinda hyped about doing something, but in the back of my mind I knew I needed to save some cash so I might just stay in cause I knew Nephew was gonna be around tonight..

I had an invite earlier in the day to hangout with a friend at the pool. Considering we live in Tejas and it's hot outside. I knew there would be some serious eye candy at the pool and most definitely some flirting in my future I could see so, I was really feeling that idea, but I kept getting tied up at work and wasn't able to pull the great escape that I wanted too. I didn't hear from friend most of the day, and when I got off, they didn't seem to interested in hanging out anymore so when I heard Nephew bust through the backdoor..

It was on like mufkin Donkey Tron.

I'm kickin' it around the house, picking up my room, letting Nephew get settled in. I hear the Big Wheel power up and he's cruising it down the hall.. "Begas, wher our you Begas?" I'm watching TV on the couch and Nephew rolls hard into the living and is heading straight for the fireplace..

So I'm thinking to myself is Nephew really just gonna drive into the fireplace, is he thinking about logs, and fire? What's his move? He runs right in the fireplace full throttle, of course it's a Big Wheel so there is no harm, no foul. Nephew is laughing his ass off. "HEHEHEHEHEH BEGAS, HEHEHE LOOOOKKK" He's spinning the back wheels cause he is pinned up against the fireplace..

This is when I get mindfucked by a 3yr old.

Vegas - "Boy, what you doing?" (Uncle tone)

Nephew - "Why?"

Vegas - "What?"

Nephew - "Why Begas? Why?"

Vegas - "What? Why What?"

Nephew - "Why? Why Begas?"

Vegas - "Bruh, your fuckin me up right now"

Nephew - "Tickle, tickle Begas, I'm gon' tickle yooouuu"

He knows he got me. I'm sitting there confused as fuck, this 3yr old tickling me like I'm a baby. I can't help it, I'm gigglesaurus rex. Don't know what to do. So I scoop him up. Tickle him a little bit, set him down and then retreat to my room. Mindfucked.

Nephew - 1

"Begas" - 0

Riding Dirty

So..

I pull outta work tonight and I'm heading north on Jupiter. Windows down. Radio up. I'm cruising 40mph which is the posted speed limit, minding my own. I see some headlights in the turn lane in front of me and I'm not thinking anything of it, but as I pass by I notice it's the police. A white Dodge Charger with a blue stripe.. It's Richardson PD. Some of you reading this might not know the feeling I'm bout to describe cause you know.. Your white or on some too goodie 2 shoes, hall monitor type shit..

But..

My

Heart

Drops...

Because he flips on me.. I'm thinking I'm bout to get pulled over. I turn the radio down, grip my steering wheel and check my mirrors..

My heart is beating pretty quick and I'm running scenario's through my mind and just as a bead of sweat starts to form on my brow...... It hits me, like a Rock Bottom from Dwayne Johnson...

I'm driving my new '05 Acura TL, that's in my name.

It's Insured.

I have a Driver's License.

I don't need a scenario or an excuse or a mothafuckin' thing. I am a goddamn normal fucktioning member of society..

So as he passes me on the driver's side, with my window's down he sees me and I'm smiling, I'm smiling like I just got some fresh uncharted pussy. You know that feeling, that feeling of success. As he stares me down, I throw one finger off the steering wheel. Not two fingers, one finger, and when he gives me a waive back I start laughing cause I sure as fuck ain't wearing my safe belt..

Fuck you cop. I'm still riding dirty..

LOLOLOL..

-veg