Sheetmetal:
It's about 4:15 on a Tuesday afternoon and I'm approximately 10 minutes into the laydown, when I hear the front door slam, the wife heading to Jazzercise. I quickly think,hmm, maybe I should just jump up, head to my computer and check-out some of those free 15 second lesbian videos I downloaded off the web. With the wife gone I can really crank up the sound to hear all the moaning and groaning. We're not talking bull dikes here, these girls are really goodlooking. Well the thought passed and the mind jumped to sheetmetal. Why is it that most cars where the owner has opted for the gold trim is either black, Hispanic or Jewish? Got to be 85 percent. Must be the glitz. Why is it that most females who drive a Camero, a Firebird or a Corvette are blonde, but not natural, a little hard looking and love to screw? Must be that engine, the speed. And what's up with the Subaru? That sucker has to be the most politically correct, liberal leaning car in the universe. You must have to sign some kind of oath to purchase one. Man, do they love the bumper stickers. Got to be the most popular vehicle down here. They're everywhere. Car guys got to be making some large cheddar. You never see one going over the speed limit, taking a left on yellow, doing a rolling stop and so on. Crap,there goes that dog again.
Retired:
Let's get serious on this laydown as I'm in a funk mood as I hit the rack. The market tanked today. Fast forward with the thoughts. Most baby boomers have shit for money as the good life has beckoned, stripping the coffers and the credit nut has been built. I was lucky to have inherited some coin, but that alone ain't going to do it, not by a long shot. Do you think it's going to get better? It's not cheap to live the good life . Maybe back in the day but our tastes have changed. And things that once could be done without no longer can. As rapper Eightball, from Orange Mound, Tenn., so eloquently said "gimme that Grey Goose and take that yak back". Prepare for the reality, as I truly believe America has seen it's best days in some respect. The innocence is gone. In 20 years, Hispanics will be the majority. That ain't Plymouth Rock. Our math and science skills are second rate. Going to college does not guarantee shit. India and China will kick our ass. Check out that federal deficit and all those job cuts by the major old school companies. Even Japan's Toyota will surpass GM this year as the big kahuna of cars. They are hungry over there and we are tired and spoiled. We want our kids to be popular, pretty, secure and are willing to pamper them because of our desire for them to be cool and for us to look like successful parents. In reality, maybe we are not so great as parents. They will become who they are because of themselves, their desire to get somewhere, not due to our handwringing and ideas for them. Real retirement is pretty much a dead duck for most. Get those late in life, money making ideas together, you may need them. I know I will.
Charisma:
Eyes wide shut, but for some reason I'm revved up and unable to contemplate sleep. I feel very tired but seem unable to do anything about it. So here we go with the thoughts. The amount to which a person succeeds often boils down to the amount of charisma they possess. I think I may have had some back in the day, as in both Xerox Schools I was the MVP, although at that point I really did not know why. They saw something in me that I did not. Perhaps a spirit, a raw talent, possibly BS. It's something that you are born with and grows as you build confidence, but your self-esteem needs to stay intact. That's the key ingredient and it's becoming a rare commodity. I know I struggled with it early on. Doubting yourself can be a real roadblock I'm not painting myself as the guy who did it right, as a parent, because I sucked at times. I could become the kid instead of the parent, and often. So do not fuck it up bro. You will regret it down the road. I know I do. I think my mom may have made it difficult for me but for some reason I always had enough attitude and the ability to push through. Her insecurities were not mine. I have my own. Peace Mom and I love you.
