My life

    From the streets of Vegas, straight to the burbs Utah county, life is different. I found out that out the hard way. The "Get rich or die trying" mentality isn't the way to roll. It's hard to go from tokin' it with ma boy Tyrone, selling drugs on the corner, and carrying glock in my pants. To having combined family nights, and being with family a lot. My friends in this "bubble", have really set me straight, helped me leave behind the "thug life". This is...... my life.

A burglary of the heart

So the women

darkly dressed

showed up

common menace

a potential criminal

Saturday night

the women called

hoping to cultivate relationships

there's no way

pay attention

something looks suspecious

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Why?

The one thing that keeps runnin through my mind

Why?

Why can't I stop thinking about her?

Why can't things just go smoothly?

Why can't a friend just be true?

Why is this post so hard to write, when there is so much on my mind?

Why can't she see how much I care about her?

Why can't I just tell her how I feel?

Why are things moving so fast, but going no where?

Why would someone that you thought was your friend, just turn around and do something like this?

Why do I care so much?

Why am I even writing about this?

Why does everything happen for a reason, but when it's at the hardest point of things we never know the reason?
Why is it every time I think about it I feel on the verge of tears and have a huge knot in my stomach, Is it really that big of a deal?

Why do I always fall for your type?

Why can't I just move on?

Mustache

The mustache

I think we will all agree it's an interesting accessory

but it's much more than just an accessory, it's a life style

It's the slight itch that wakes you up in the middle of the night

the protection it brings to a vulnerable upper lip

the slight tickle it gives when you kiss loved ones

the respect it brings from ones peers

the looking in the mirror and realizing, balls, I'm the man!

the fear it can strike into your enemies

the ability it has to always rimind you what your last meal was

ask your self, What can a stache do for you?

The man that just pulled you over has one, the creepy man behind bars has one, Tom Selleck, Bryan Hansen, Jason Buck, all have one, can't wait till my upper lip is covered in hair.

Monster hunter freedom unite

You have direct orders to rock out:

To rock out like you're Angus Young

like you just sold a popsicle to a women with white gloves

like you just won American Idol by using only sign language

like you just told Donald Trump that he's fired

like you got Jesse's girl

like Jolene didn't take him just because she can

Rock out like you've Tom Selleck's stache on your top lip

like you just saw E Fing G

like Nelson gave you full credit on all your late work

like you're Bryan Hansen (Father of the Chase Hansen)

like you have everything to show but nothing to prove.

Just rock out.

 

Is it Life? Or is it me?

When I think about life, I get scarred, I'm scarred of never becoming what I always have wanted to be. Not that I won't live up to what someone else wants me to be, but what I want to be, that I won't get to, or through medical school, that I won't be good enough to get and marry the women of my dreams, that I wont raise successful children..... that I simply wont be good enough...... Am i scarred of life? or am i scarred of myself?

Boulevard of broken dreams

  
     Walking through the cold dark woods, the cold wet snow burns my feet as the reminders of the wrong paths in life I have gone down , the stinging sensation of the cold air rushing down my throat, are a reminder of the things I have said to people and will never be able to take back....... I walk alone, I walk alone..... I scan across the ground as i notice a picture of my family, I am not it... my stomach hurts as I realize it was just another one of those days that either friends or something else replaced the priorty of my family, I find a T.V. playing the football highlight I never made, because I was to affraid to be great, another picture of me and the girl I wished I had the chance to date, but never got the guts to tell how I feel, The Medical degree I never obtained because I never followed my dreams.... The man I always dreamed of becoming, but never became because I took the easy way out....... I walk alone, I walk alone.

Thinking of her......

    Hey, are you okay? is there something on your mind? you're walking around like you're blind, come on lets go on a walk, lets just talk....

    

    Dad, its her, I'm thinking about her,

I'm thinking of her like kids think about making a mess,

Like a mother thinking about stress,

Like a prom queen thinks about her dress,

This girl is turning me into a mess,

    I'm trying to let her go with all my might,

but I can't,

It's like a loose screw thinking about getting tight,

Like a pitbull thinks about getting in a fight,

Like a criminal thinks about getting out of sight,

Like a road thinks about tar,

Like Mr. Schoover thinks about Farr,

Like the stranger on the street is wondering who you are,

    I'm thinking about her like a crack head thinks about getting their next blow,

Like a murderer thinks of their life on death row,

Like a performer thinks about their next show,

Dad I'm thinking about her like you don't even know,

Wait....... what am I talking about you've been here before,

How much did you think about Mom when she walked out the front door?.......