This is D. FUCKING Lincoln laying it down for those who’re lookin’ to pick it up.
Now, Im not claimin yer boy here has:
all the answers,
some of em,
or even remotely correct ones,
but if theres one thing my life has taught me, its that
the common man is an utterly selfish piece of shit.
Ive thought that it was a result of the era Ive grown up in, (but now, I just think its the nature of mankind. regardless of the era, history ultimately repeats itself with each generation)
but “friends”
enemies,
these are the people that make me wonder where the men of FUCKING integrity and good character have run off to.
AS LONG AS WERE ON THE SUBJECT OF INTEGRITY AND CHARACTER!!
allow me to run my mouth even more (lucky you ;) ) to regale you with a story from my past.
some time ago,
when is not exactly important,
my older brother had fallen into a coma.
from the fuckin get go, the doctors said he was without a shot, pull the plug.
and for two hellish weeks, I lived in a hospital at his side, refusing to accept the reality of the situation.
my family was told to take a good look at his deathbed, cuz he was layin in it.
about then is when my estranged father showed up,
puffing,
posturing,
making my brothers coma all about him.
fuck that man.
no one gave two fucks about my family or our situation.
my mother is the 3rd youngest of 6.
none of her siblings showed us support, even tho they all live in state and relatively close.
my grandmother who lives 4 blocks away was at the hospital ONCE, not because of genuine concern, but because her and her new boyfriend were visiting some geriatric bitch the next floor up.
there were people who showed up to put in their penance, and that was that.
now Im not saying Ive needed the support of anyone ( because ive never had it adn wouldnt know what to do with it. Im not busting out the violin here, Im my own fucking man, my successes and failures are, mine, mine, and only mine. and baby, thats the way I likes it. answer to no one.)
(and this is just the build up, this shit show aint over.)
moral of the story, my brother woke up. And I swear the only reason he did it is because, he is my brother afterall, and so much of our personality has always been “fuck you” in the face of just about everything.
*cue the long road of his rehabilitation.
learned to walk,
talk,
all over again.
see, my bro has always had a hard time keeping his nose clean.
He never left the hometown, and people who do that often amount to shit.
he and a bud that lived down the street were into some things they shouldnt have been.
and his “friend”, lets call him “Shitstick”
showed up at the hospital once in the time that his “best friend” was there, and tried to pick a fight in the hospital room because he didnt like the way someone looked at his wife.
so fast forward to yesterday.
im chatting with mi madre on the phonski,
and she abruptly ends the call with a promise to call back.
Now, for all intents and purposes, Ive been the man of the house since i was fuckin 10.
Me and my mom tag team just about every issue my family has run into.
Greatest woman,
no,
greatest human being there is.
Since ive been away at college these past 4 years, every other day, theres a phonecall with another family emergency that I am trying to help resolve miles away and without my own mode of transportation to use to rush home in an emergency.
WHICH SUCKS, CUZ THERES BEEN A FEW DOOZIES. (never typed “doozies” befurr)
So yer boi here gets to thinking
“oh fuck, what the fuck could it possibly be now.”
Hours later,
Mom calls back.
shes on the way to the store.
good ol Shitstick?
his mom is in a coma.
braindead.
kept alive only by machines.
and what does my mother do?
My mother was forgotten by everyone,
but, in spite of her obstacles, never once stumbled,
or fumbled,
or even complained,
what does my good ol ma do for the kid that had more of a part in my brothers coma do than I am willing to divulge to you assholes I dont know?
She goes to the store.
She buys a few rotisserie chickens, some snacks, this that, the other,
odds and ends.
and I heard this,
and I asked her,
“Mom, why the FUCK would you do that for someone who not only didn’t care to do that for us, for his “friend”, when your own family, EVERYONE, turned their back on us when we were in the exact same situation Shit Stick is in?”
and her answer was simple.
“I’m not them. I remember what it would have meant to us. And that is why I’m doing this.”
The woman is the change she wants to see in the world.
And more people need mothers like her.
Character, boys and girls.
(this message brought to you by MARLBORO REDS!! MARLBORO!! BAD FOR YOUR BODY, BUT GOOD FOR THE SPIRIT!! COWBOYS SMOKE!! YOU SHOULD TOO”)
p.s., there are no cigarette commercials because of the impressionability of youth, but on fuckin family guy, a cartoon dog can sing “everything is better with a bag of weed?” Im not knockin weed, but what a country.
who smokes the blunts?
We smoke the blunts!
Rollin’ blunts and smokin ‘em.
(Source: stardustsupernova)
Laundry blows when pay machines are concerned,
but it is rapidly approaching wifebeater weather. Washed two loads of dago tees. (all sorts of colors, white ones are for rookies.)
I probably wont be wearing sleeves until summer ends.
There most comfortable clothing is often the least possible amount of clothing.
And baby, I live for comfort.
Ive been getting my happy ass in the habit of
exercising daily,
which I stopped doing around 2009 when I became a competitive alcoholic.
I forgot how good it feels to get all hot and sweaty
and then hop into a cold shower to rinse off and cool down.
If I could bottle that feeling and sell it, I would.
One of my favorite feelings in the world is the feeling of sore muscles.
I feel amazing right now. Its a great way to start the day.
Wont be long till my guns are in tip-top shape.
Im gonna go flex at my mirror now. ;)
30 Days of Metal Gear Solid
I grabbed a copy of the meme floating around LiveJournal. I couldn’t track it to its original source. If anyone knows, do tell.
So! A 30 Days of Metal Gear Solid challenge.
totally doing this starting now.
GIGAAAAAA!!
DRILLLLLLLL!!
BREAAAAAAKERRRR!!
GURREN LAGANN!
JUST WHO IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM?
(Source: radiant-night)
THIS IS D. FUCKIN’ LINCOLN SOUNDIN OFF TO ANYONE THATS LISTENING out there in this CRAZY FUCKING WORLD OF OURS
Ya know, I’ve never deluded myself into thinking there was anything inherently special about yours truly here.
Im a bit of an asshole in most ways, (when justified, I ain’t never fucked no one over that didn’t have it coming to ‘em) but I’m a complete and utter BADASS in most others.
Whats more, is I know where to draw the line.
Im a passionate dude, because why wouldn’t you be?
Its been said that the unexamined life is not worth living,
but can that be granted as true?
If you ask Denny Links here, he’d sooner say that a life lived without passion isn’t a life at all.
People try to deny what it is they feel, when why would you?
Arent feeilngs the reward/punishment you recieve for the life you live?
arent “bad” feelings supposed to create drive to do “good” things?
Is happiness granted, or created?
Go ahead and feel whatever you want to fucking feel, but feel it with FEELING! With every fucking fiber of your being!
Why deny what is core to our existence?
Why should life be just about going thru the motions?
Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man.
A single man’s opinion amounts to a hill of beans.
and FUCK, opinions are like assholes ANYWAYS (everyone’s got one, and goddamn, some are shitty ;) )
BUT!
I’m a man that feels strongly about most things,
if only because I feel I know my place relative to them.
life is fuckin funny sometimes.
(this message brought to you by Seagrams 7 Black Cherry!! Seagrams!! Drink Whiskey!!)
“Alas, after a certain age every man is responsible for his face.” - Albert Camus
Vero’s Favorites —> KAMINA
Real men never die.
{Pst, click on the pictures.}
“Having left his home land, he never yields, never retreats, and never regrets. He faces forward and never looks back! He’s manly! He’s tenacious! Kamina of Team Gurren is here to take you on. Lets go!” - Kamina, in all his badass glory.
Gurren Lagann = the best ever
30 Days of Metal Gear Solid
Day 1: When did you get involved in this series?
Suppose my involvement with Metal Gear started back in the 8 bit era, long before I had body hair.
I was at a pals house and he had a Metal Gear cartridge for the NES.
I would play it now and then at his house, but not to completion until my emulator/rom days in my early teens ((which feels like AGES ago because now im a grown-ass man (kinda)).
However, the NES gear and its sequel, Snake’s Revenge, are non-canon. Once I learned that, I played the MSX version of Metal Gear and its sequel, Metal Gear 2: Solid Snake.
The summer after my freshman year in highschool I picked up a used copy of The Twin Snakes. (and I was so fuckin cool thats what I did with my summer that year- played and replayed the ever-loving SHIT outta that game.)
Pound for pound, that may have been the best twenty bucks ive ever spent.
That was when my fandom officially started.
and the rest is history.
