Offensive Comment

Earlier, I posted on Facebook about how I wanted to be offensive.

"I personally feel that the Bible is a book of stories written by people in a position of power to incite fear and scare people into doing what they wanted them to do. I read some of these stories and my rational mind tells me to call bullshit. To me it just screams, enslavement and fear. Now I don't want to come off as only having this opinion about the Bible. There are stories full of positive things.. Over coming adversity, Striving to do the right thing, and showing people how to live a good life.. Honestly though, I feel that to many people put to much stock in this book.."

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My Cell Phone is Ruining my Life.

I gotta rant.. Pay attention..

So, earlier this week, my kinda girlfriend, but not really but were still kinda dating, bff told me I was a little obsessed. Honestly, I'm not obsessed with her. I'm obsessed with the connectivity. Facebook, Text, Phone Calls. I pick my phone up every 2 minutes to see if I missed anything. It dawned on me today. I need to take a step back.

Izzystacks tells me she needs to take a day and I freak out, cause my phone isn't beeping at me. Think about it. 10 years ago when I was dating Regina, if I didn't talk to her for a day it was no thing. 5 years ago when I was talking to Cecily, if we didn't text one day it wasn't shit. Life went on, there was no freak out. Today, if the girl I like needs to take a day, I'm all over facebook, checking for texts, waiting on a text back.. Shit is ridiculous. I hate my goddamn phone.

I always tell people about the kid at my store one day trying to get his mom to get him a phone he can text on. She doesn't want to and this kid is like "Mom, how am I gonna talk to girls? Sir, please tell my mom I need texting.." I responded with "Man, when I was in high school, I had to call a girl on her home phone, get through the mom, dad, brother and sister before I could get her on the phone..."

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO ME?!?! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO ALL OF US?!?!?!

I'm not the only one that does this, Izzy will deny this till she dies but there have been moments where my phone has blown up cause I was asleep or at the gym. We all do it. It's so goddamn bad, I personally know people that are fucking miserable cause of shit that gets posted on Facebook. Fucking Facebook, fuck Mark Zuckerberg and Eduardo Savrin.

I'm here to tell you, it's gonna be ok, don't freakout. My birthday is Sunday and I'm turning 29. I can't think of a reason as to why I should worry myself over a goddamn facebook post, or a day without speaking to someone.

Our cell phones, facebooks, twitters, text messages, picture messages are killing us, they are making us insecure, anxious, angry, and frustrated. They are leaving us with trust issues and making us vulnerable to bullshit, over analyzing every post and text, every picture.

I'm tired, I'm taking back to the late 90's, when I didn't have a phone or a pot to piss in.

Now, if you'll excuse me, Izzy sent me a picture of her wearing a tiara, she looked adorable, I'm waiting on a response..

-Vegas

Izzybombdiggity

I gotta get some stuff on my chest.

I have this girl in my life that I honestly can say I love to death, for the first time I found someone that I think I could spend the rest of my life with. This scares the ever living shit out of me. She has a foul mouth and loves to talk shit, she pushes my limits and is an emotional train wreck. She's a great girl, with a smile that melts hearts and a sense of humor that rivals Dave Chappelle.

You wanna know what scares me??

She hasn't known me long enough to know that sometimes I just say things, mean things. I don't mean them, It's just that I'm fat, ugly and have glasses and all my life people (girls) have tried to hurt me. I learned along time ago, that the nice guy does not get the girl and sometimes you have to be a little mean to get the girl, or should I say get laid. Because of this I have rules, rules to keep myself from getting hurt.

Well, Friday I realized something. I can't be like that to her. She means way more to me than the past girls in my life.

Rules are made to be broken, and she breaks all my rules.

The other day we were arguing, damn that, we weren't even arguing we were just being assholes to each other cause I don't know if yall know this, but Isidra and I both have a wicked tongue. She said something, then I said something, then she said something then I did what I always do....

I hurt her.

Due to my rules, in the past, usually when this happened, I wouldn't care. If the girl started mouthing that's when "Vegas" would come out and I would be more mean to her, and tell my friends things like "I don't give a fuck, I'll die alone before blah blah blah blah.." It was a defense mechanism. It was me guarding myself from being hurt.

Well, if any of you are friends with us on Facebook, you saw the fallout. She posted something, then me, then her, then me.

You wanna know what scared me the most after I posted my last post?? I panicked. Not only did I panic I freaked the fuck out. I realized that I lost her. I realized that I betrayed her trust. She told me things, things that I don't think she's told any other guys she's dated. I believe she told me these things because she really does love me, because she cares about me, and she knows these things don't scare me away.

I made her to believe that I was a great guy. I am a great guy, but I betrayed her. I ruined everything I had accomplished. Through all her emotional issues, her past coming back to haunt her. I battled, I fought, scraped and broke down walls with her. I proved to her that I wasn't going anywhere, that she could feel safe, and secure. She could take my arm in hers and be ok with it.

Now I have to live with my actions, it's not her fault, even though she said somethings that I didn't like, it's not her fault. Underneath her hard exterior, her fast mouth and smart ass attitude she is still a woman. A beautiful woman who has been hurt in the past and has earned the right to be guarded. She did not deserve for me to say what I said. Even though she isn't as affectionate as most, that's who I fell in love with. I have to be the bigger person and allow her to have her opinions and walls.

As of today, we are no longer in a relationship, and I don't know if we ever will be again. Scratch that. We will. She loves me, I know she does. I know that even though I fucked up, in time, I can prove to her that I am better than that. That I will be there, I will support her decisions. I will be "sweet" just like she asked me to be.

My mom told me she was beautiful.

My dad said she was a game changer.

My brother told me she must be a badass if she loves hot wings.

My best friend will bend over backwards for her.

The fam told me to fight for her.

I hope and pray she will break some of her rules for me, like I did for her.

I gotta quote a movie here, and I hope yall know where I'm coming from with this one..

"The juice is definitely worth squeeze"

-Vegas

My Cock and a Urinal Cake.

Touch, feel, grab, taste, smell.. We use our senses to learn what will hurt, what is ok to touch and what can potentially fuck us up.

I like to think that I am one of the fortunate few who pick things up quicker than your average person. I take mental notes, I'm great with directions, I can remember phone numbers, I have a quick wit, and I have keen observation skills. Partner these traits with my life experiences and I usually have the right advice, opinion or story that can help guide you in the right direction..

Now, I'm gonna need yall to take notes..

Tonight, after watching episode 2 of season 3 of True Blood at BG's crib I had to go number 2. Now as you all know I moved outta BG's house, but him and B-Ho are my fuckin' brothers, so you know.. I hit the bathroom to take a fresh dook. Since I moved out though, Haylee moved in, she now shares the bathroom with B-Ho. The bathroom is alot cleaner, especially the toilet. Haylee hung a urinal patty right in the front of the toilet. With the lid down, I didn't notice the urinal pain inflictor.

I scope out the magazine collection, choosing some prime reading material to read while I dook, I sit down start dropping turd nuggets and am enjoying the article in the Hustler mag B-Ho has in the bathroom when...

MY DICK IS BURNING LIKE I FUCKED 3 WHORES WITH NO RUBBER THAT HAD FUCKED CHACE RAINS.

I'm starting to panic, put yourself in my position. I'm mid dook, my dick is burning and if I stand up I run the risk of shitting on the floor. Vegas, not one to ever let panic get the best of him in a crazy situation does keeps it 100.. Cool, Calm and Collected.

I tell myself..

Focus.

Finish the dook.

Wipe.

Flush.

Shuffle to the sink, and rinse the urinal patty residue off your dick.

Let me tell yall.. Having your cock come to rest on a Urinal Patty is fucking painful. It was like dipping it in gasoline or bleach.

Ladies, please. DO NOT PUT THE URINAL PATTY IN THE FRONT OF THE TOILET WITH THE SEAT DOWN. Even though the dude might just be a guest in your house, you don't want it to happen to the guy your fucking, cause yall sure as hell won't be fucking, and you might get a mouthful of toilet if you try and blow him.

Fellas, heed my warning, don't let it happen to you. Keep your game tight, lift the toilet seat and check for anything that can potentially burn your dick up..

-Vegas

The Water Bottle.

It's crazy how things happen. We live are life day to day and for the most part we have become confrontational and stand-offish. We aren't friendly anymore. It's unfortunate.

Earlier I posted a picture of a water bottle on my facebook. This water bottle just rocked my afternoon.

I clocked out of work at 6ish. I make my way to 75 north to head to the house and traffic is jammed pack. Now most of you that know me, know that Leroy Jenkins doesn't have A/C. Heading north on 75 at 615pm the sun is beating down on me, it's 95+ degrees outside, and I'm wearing a tie. Add a 1000 cars and miles upon miles of concrete and were busting 100 degrees in my car..

Well, I've had my thoughts that Leroy Jenkins might be on the brink of some catastrophic failure. The engine bay has been getting really hot, but my temp gauge hasn't really fluctuated much, so I've played it off.

Fuckin' Leroy Jenkins, you feisty hateful motherfucker. Leroy is a great car, but damn if he don't fight me. Broke down on the way to Georgia, every week some small shit breaks. He does it to spite me, to test my will, to see if I'm gonna fix him.

After sitting in the god forsaken heat for well over 30 minutes, moving feet at a time, because traffic is so bad, it happens. I hear a POP! Steam, water and smoke are pouring out of my engine bay. Instantly I cut off the car to my right and get to the shoulder. I notice the car isn't smoking anymore and it's still running. Hit the hazard lights, pop the hood and what do I find??

My lower radiator hose has literally popped and split down the middle. I check the vitals on my motor and realize I am actually quite lucky. Replacing this hose is an easy fix. I make a couple calls, shoot a text message or 5 and one of my fellow Dynasty/BDS family members are making their way north to bring me the stuff I need to fix my car. COOL. Now, I just gotta wait..

The problem with waiting is I'm still in a tie, it's still hot as a fresh dook, and this traffic jam ain't going anywhere. So I'm standing outside of my car. I mean I actually had to take driver's ed. You know, where they actually teach what to do if something like this happens. I'm not gonna sit in my car and run the risk of getting hit by some fucktard trying to cheat the traffic. Well, needless to say people start stopping and asking me if I need help. Mostly hispanic people. Of course I don't need any help, so they go about their way..

Then, this older white guy stops. He doesn't ask me if I need help. He asks "Why are you standing outside of your car if you're just waiting for someone to bring you parts?" I respond, because when I took driver's education I was taught that you face serious injury and maybe death if you are sitting in your car and some dumbass driver hits you. I would rather be able to see any cars coming and if they are going to hit me, I can easily avoid death." Needless to say he went about his business..

At this point, the tie has been untied and the top button has been unbuttoned. It's hot, monkey tits hot. The sun still hasn't set, and I've been cooking for close to an hour and half at this point since leaving work. When a bigass Cadillac Sedan Deville riding on what had to be 26's whips outta traffic and parks in front of me. This big black dude hops out, probably in his mid thirties and asks if I need help..

Caddy Driver - "What's going on with your ride? Everything good?"

Me - *Showing him the hose* "Yeah, my lower rad hose was probably old as hell, and it busted, luckily my friends are better than your average and I got a new one on the way.. Problem is they're stuck in this same traffic just way south of here.. I'm just chillin' really, waiting on them to show up.."

Caddy Driver - "Sounds like you got this under control. I just figured I would stop and see if you needed a hand, I'm a mechanic and figured I'd pass my time helping you than sitting in this traffic."

Me - "Hahahaha.. No doubt, I work on cars myself in my spare time. It won't take me long to fix, I just got sit here and wait on my fam."

Caddy Driver - *Walking to his car* "Well shit big man, I guess I'm gonna get on my way"

So at this point he's standing at his rear driver's side door. The window is down and he reaches in the back pulls out 2 bottles of water and tosses them to me.. He says.

"My pop always told me to help out when I could, and seeing that you know a thing or 2 about cars and my tools are no good here. It's hotter than muuaafucka out here and I can't drive away knowing I left you with no water.. Hope all goes well big fella.."

I just smiled, cause he knew how fucking hot I was. He hopped in his ride and just like a real motherfucker from the Great State of Texas he chunked deuce. While my left hand was turning the 1st water bottle up I chunked a deuce with my right..

I just want to say Thank You Sir.

Kobe will never be Michael.

I want to start this off by saying Kobe is just as good as Michael.

The reason why Kobe will never be Michael is because Kobe is the digital age. The time of technology.

Michael Jordan playing in the 90's allowed him to become a legend because of the lack of technology, or should I say the lack of middle america having access to Cable TV. During the 90's families didn't have the internet much less cable. The only time I got see Michael Jordan play was if the Bulls were playing on saturday on ABC or if they were in town to play the Mavs.

Because of the lack of Cable TV, you could rent VHS tapes showing the great plays throughout the basketball season. My friends and I called them "the Jordan tapes." On the weekend we would scrap together some cash, cruise down to the video store and rent the tapes. Stay up all night watching the tapes and then go out to the park and replicate all the moves and the plays. Besides the tapes, there was the Gatorade and Nike commercials to quench our thirst for wanting to see what MJ would do next.

Do you know who Ahmad Rashad is? I bet if you asked a kid today who he was they couldn't even tell you. Every Saturday morning I would make sure that I was in front of a TV so I could watch NBA Inside Stuff with Ahmad Rashad. That was my youtube, that was my internet.

Kobe unfortunately will never be the legend that Michael is because he lives in a viral world. Kids don't have the attention span to keep Kobe in their mind long enough to make him a legend. Of course his numbers will do his talking, the championships, the playoff performances. The problem is Kobe doesn't have the highlight reel that Jordan does..

Kobe doesn't have the "shoulder shrug" against Portland after scoring 63.

Kobe doesn't have the jumper at the free thrown line against Craig Ehlo in cleveland.

Kobe doesn't have the right hand to left hand switch lay up against Magic Johnson.

Kobe doesn't have the push off Byron Scott in Utah to win the titile in '96.

Kobe doesn't have the free thrown line dunk that became the symbol for Jordan Brand.

Kobe doesn't have the reverse layup against the Atlanta Hawks.

Jordan became a legend in the eyes of the kids in my generation because of how hard it was to see the amazing things he did. His highlight reel remains a constant in my mind because of how many times I watched those plays.. Watch it, rewind the VCR, watch it again. Kobe Bryant I believe will eventually own every record that Jordan does. Before it's said and done Kobe will be better on paper..

You know what Kobe won't have?

Mars Blackmon saying "It's gotta be the shoes"

Sorry Kobe you'll never be like Mike, like Mike, if you could be like Mike..

Can I be proud to be Texan?

This right here is something to be concerned about.. Unless you are a Far-Right conservative, and in that case, I don't know why you're reading my blog.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/03/12/texas-education-board-app_n_497440.html

Scope this out.

There are 2 things that really freak my out about this..

-The board removed Thomas Jefferson from the curriculum, replacing him with religious right icon John Calvin.

Thomas Jefferson was the principle author of THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE and 1 of the most influential Founding Father's of our Country.

Who is John Calvin?

I really cannot think of the words I need to write because I am in such disbelief right now. Christian Evangelicals and Far-Right Conservatives are trying to re-write American History filled with Propaganda.

"The Board refused to require that "students learn that the Constitution prevents the U.S. government from promoting one religion over all others."

"Numerous attempts to add the names or references to important Hispanics throughout history also were denied, inducing one amendment that would specify that Tejanos died at the Alamo alongside Davy Crockett and Jim Bowie. Another amendment deleted a requirement that sociology students "explain how institutional racism is evident in American society."

"Democrats did score a victory by deleting a portion of an amendment by Republican Don McLeroy suggesting that the civil rights movement led to "unrealistic expectations for equal outcomes."