Doube Post Wednesday!

You guys are in for a friggin treat... its double post Wednesday! I haven't posted anything in about a week, so I figured I would go ahead and rock out a double post day. The first post was a story contributed by my brotha from anotha motha, Mark! This is just a few random youtube videos that I have been watching lately. Like most of us in the 21st century, I am easily amused by youtube videos, and could spend hours watching pointless shit... so here are some of the pointless shits I've been watching lately.. enjoy....

Get em Curt! This guy is the next great lyricist.....just listen to what he has to say!

These dudes are crazy. I am sure everyone has watched Parkor Videos, or base jumping videos. But these fucking frenchies take it to a completely new level. Makes me wonder if I really know what "living" is.

"Aug 27th 2011 during the Billabong Pro waiting period is what many are calling the biggest and gnarliest Teahupoo ever ridden." This is a quote from the page I found this video on (http://video.mpora.com/watch/5Pgs2slxu/). The French Navy labeled this a double code red, and threatened to prosecute and arrest anyone that entered the water to surf. This shit is insane!

Last but not least.... Classic Mike Tyson Interviews. This guy says some of the most ridiculous shit I have ever heard come out of a human being's mouth.... I watch this at least once a week. It does three things for me. It gets me pumped up b/c Mike is a bad ass. It cracks my shit up because he is a retard. And it makes me realize that no matter how fucked up my life seems at times.. at least I am not Mike Tyson!

Well folks... that is it for Double Post Wednesday. Enjoy the story contributed by my cousin, enjoy the videos and check back for more posts! like always... hit me up with suggestions, follow me on twitter and stay real...Lutzy Out!!!

Another crazy night with some crazy people

Alright guys, time for another stroll down memory lane. This story is brought to you by my Cousin Mark, who is really more like a brother than a cousin. He asked me the other day if he could contribute to my blog. How could I turn a brother down, hell even though he lives in Philadelphia, I have just as many crazy stories with him as I do with most of my friends. He emailed me the story he wrote, so I am just going to copy and paste it from my email. So Here it is....

............."What your about to read is a little story about two guys adventure to a place called Atlantic City, New Jersey.

Now before I go any further I ought to introduce myself. My name is Mark Dillon, Lutz's cousin/brother. Me and Lutz share very similar interests and when we are together it usually ends with a hilarious story. One thing that we both enjoy greatly is gambling, which brings us to our story....

December 25th, 2010.... Yes that's right folks Christmas day. A day where people enjoy being with their family and loved ones and we couldn't be anymore eager to hop in the car and head to AC. All day long we sat at my house waiting for the last family member to walk out the front door. Now before I go any further I just want to say that I love my family and enjoy spending time with them, but I also love to party and gamble, so I was like "a kid on Christmas" when I realized that it was time to hop in my car and speed off to Atlantic city. Living in Philadelphia and being only an hour away from Vegas' little sister is absolutely amazing and leads to some epic nights.

Before we left we made sure we bad all of the essentials... Money, ID, and booze. Check, check, check. On the ride down I'm called everyone and their mother trying to get them to come party for the night, but being Christmas night, we weren't getting many takers. About 30 minutes into the trip our luck changed. I get a Facebook notification from a girl saying she is down to party in AC with us. Now, I have never met or hung out with this girl in my life (don't act like you've never randomly added people on Facebook who you thought were hot so you could creep on their pictures cause we've all done it before lmao) . We exchanged #'s and talk and I tell her to bring a friend and meet us down there, but to send me a picture first of her and her friend so we know exactly what we are working with here. 

At this point me and Lutz are expecting a normal picture of the two of them, when in reality she sent one of them on Halloween dressed as two really sexy/slutty playboy Bunnies. I showed Lutz the picture and almost instantly he says..." dude are these girls prostitutes?" I started to piece everything together ... Random girls + provocative pictures + being "available" on Christmas night = quiet possibly prostitutes.... But at this point I didn't care because we were 10 minutes from Atlantic City and I was ready to rage.

Once we got to the hotel, we proceeded to check into our room to put our bags away. After going to the room we immediately hit the tables.  Two hours later and We owned the blackjack tables and were both up $350 bucks. My phone began to ring, It was the girls, and they are in the hotel lobby. We both picked up our chips and go find them. I spotted them about 75 feet away and they looked like normal people, not prostitutes, but looks can be deceiving. We say hello and then proceed to the hotel room and continue to drink. Once we are all nice and drunk we decide to hit the town some more and party. We bar hopped from casino to casino having the time of our lives. At about 3am we decide to retreat back to our hotel and continue to drink. 

As we were walking back we noticed an old fat guy speeding down the sidewalk on a rascal scooter coming right at us. The closer he came to us, we started notice that not only is this man completely shit faced he also had an unconscious woman draped across his lap. The site of this alone has us geeking out, and it only gets better when he decides it's a brilliant idea to ride right off the curb with his rascal scooter. As you might imagine this does not work out well for him as the two of them go crashing to the group literally at our feet. Not believing what just transpired before us the four of us just stand there jaws dropped. After a few minutes of uncontrollable laughter a cop pulls up and we help the man and his lady friend (who by the way IS a prostitute, unlike the two girls hanging out with us) back up on their Rascal Scooter and let the police take care of the beautiful couple.

Not wanting to call it a night, we got back to the Hotel Room and called room service. Now if you ever want to be grossly over charged for something, order a bottle of alcohol from hotel room service. A Bottle of Absolute ran us close to $80, and to make it worse, we had to pay for the juice as well to mix it. Our desire to keep our "Christmas Party" going costed us over $100, but both of us were up money from gambling and could care less. At around 4 am, I am expecting the person on the other end of the line to be a disgruntled old man/woman who just hates their job, but I was shocked to hear a pleasant lady who just seemed like a ball of fun, so I did the only logical thing and asked if she could personally bring up the booze to us and party with us....and as you might have guessed that didn't work to well. Hey you cant win em all ha-ha. After a few more drinks and seeing the sun begin to rise, the ladies head on their way home and we finally crash to our beds and get some shut eye.

As many of you might know, hanging out with Lutz always ends up with a great story to tell other people. Me and him have a ton of great stories and memories, some we cant speak about, others we speak about any chance we get. I realize this is really long for a blog entry, and hope you enjoyed reading it because I enjoyed getting drunk on some Jamison and writing this."......

There is not much to add to this story, or much more to say. My cousin is pretty much a carbon copy of me. This was a great night, and I am glad he wanted to share it with everyone! Like I've said in previous posts, I am always looking for suggestions for blogs, and if you want to share a funny story or have something to say, just email me, text me, Facebook me, tweet me (@_justlutz), or whatever form of social media you use! Just dont call me, I fucking hate phone conversations. Have a great day and check back for more posts!

R.I.P. Red Rocket

This is the story of a good friend of mine, that had to be put to rest as of recently. Now your probably thinking I am going to tell a story about my dog or some other type of pet. Well, your wrong. I am talking about having to put to sleep my old 1996 Chevy Blazer, which an ex-girl friend of mine named "The Red Rocket". Seemed to be a fitting name, considering it was red. It was not really a rocket, but Red Rocket is a funny word so it kind of stuck.

My father was the original owner of this vehicle, and took amazing care of it. He had given it to me my sophomore year of college. When I received the car, it was in great shape and there was not really much wrong with it, except that it was like 12 years old when I got it. But that was okay, it still ran great and everything.

Having it up in Athens probably was not the best of ideas. For one, having a car on such a small campus just fed into my laziness. I would drive every where, even to the bar. Which probably was only a couple football fields away from my house. Also I felt like every time I would drive the car uptown, I would come back to find a new ding or scratch on it.

Regardless of what happened, it always seemed to run and would get me to where I needed to go. By the time I moved home, Red Rocket already had over 200,000 thousand miles on it. The alternator and the starter started going out, and it seemed like the longer and further I drove it more problems kept coming up.

Eventually it got really bad, and would make a really loud knocking sound every time I ran the car. I could feel it was getting to the end. Besides, how many people have known a Chevy to make it over 200,000 miles? A Honda maybe, most likely, but not an American Made car. They are not meant to last that long, so that alone was a blessing.

I had a buddies Dad, who was a mechanic, listen to the engine and give me his expert opinion. Within a few seconds of hearing the knocking he had diagnosed it. He informed me that the engine rods were what was causing the knocking, and that the car did not have much life left. Actually, he was surprised that Red Rocket even made it from my house to his.

We sat around and debated some of our options. We came up with three options. Option 1: Get the engine replaced. We looked up on craigslist how much a new engine would run. We figured around $1200, not including the labor to have it installed. We came to the conclusion that the vehicle was not even worth that much, so we ruled that one out. Option 2: Donate it to good will, and let me dad take the tax write off. Option 3: Take it to the scrap yard, and get as much out of it as we could.

I ran over these options with my father, and at the time he wanted the cash more than the tax write off. So we had a plan in place, we were going to take the car to the scrape and give my father the cash they offered us. We found out that the scrape yard was about about $250 per ton of steel. The blazer was a 2 ton vehicle, so we would get around $500.

Being the drunken hillbillies that we are, we were itching for a good adventure and figured that if we were going to scrap the Red Rocket, we might as well get some fun out of it before we had to put her to rest. Now a couple of my buddies own a house out in the "country", that has a couple of acres of land, and some dirt bike trails going through the woods. Off roading, drinking, and being rowdy as shit has always been a hobby of ours, so we all agreed we would be a bunch of fucking retards for not taking the Red Rocket off-road one last time. Besides, what was the worse that could happen? We damage the car and render it useless? Well with the engine rods about to blow, it would have came to that anyway. I figured, Id rather have the Rocket break down while having some fun, than on my way to work in the morning.

So we left the mechanics house, crossed our fingers and headed out to the country. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that before we left we had gone to town with some spray paint cans. Spraying on some details that made it look 100x more hillbilly then it already did (pictures below will prove my point). Of course we had to stop at the gas station to stock up on beer and cigarettes to get us through this crazy adventure we were about to embark on.

So there we were. Coolers full of beer, endless amounts of cigarettes and the rest of the night ahead of us. We hopped in the car and headed for the trails. Being as reckless as we could, we hit the trails hard. Not giving a shit if we hit a tree, a ditch or anything else that was in our way. The woods were our playground, and it seemed as if we were children again, out on recess letting our imaginations run wild.

It wasn't until we hit our first tree and knocked it over that we realized the potential we had with the Red Rocket. The thing was a fucking tank. We probably cleared over a dozen or more trees, clearing pathways for new trails. Our adrenaline was through the roof, and everyone wanted to get behind the wheel and give it a try. It was just the rush we were all looking for. Now, I had recently ended a long and painful relationship and was in a very "delicate" state. So not only was this a rush and fun as hell, but in a way it was therapeutic at the same time. I was letting out all of the frustration the shitty relationship had brought me, on the Rocket and the poor poor trees that did not stand a chance against us and our 2 ton wrecking machine.

The fun continued for countless hours, to us it seemed like an eternity. We drove the Rocket so hard that we went through 3 tires, both bumpers had fallen off, somehow someone ripped the door off of the frame, and all four windows had shattered. It is still a mystery today as to why the airbags did not go off, makes me wonder what would of happened if I were to get into a wreck out on the streets. But we didn't care, we had the okay from my Dad, and we knew the scrap yard would give us our money regardless of the damage.

We thought the engine rods were never going to blow. I started thinking to my self, did I make a mistake by taking this off road and destroying it? Could this car have lasted me longer than we expected? Just as I was thinking these thoughts, we were plowing through the woods, with 2 flat tires (we had ran out of spares to put on at this point) and hit a big ditch. The car was stuck, and we tried and tried to push it up the hill. We had every man at the party help us push it out of the ditch. I cant remember who was behind the wheel at the time, but he was giving the Rocket all she had.

BOOM! We heard a huge pop as the driver was giving the Rocket gas. That was it, the engine rods finally blew. This is what we thought would happen on the drive over to the house. It is amazing that it even lasted that long. We eventually got the Rocket out of the ditch, and it was able to make probably one last lap through the woods (even with the blown engine rods) before it started to putter and eventually died.

It was a sad sight, seeing the Red Rocket in all of her beauty, just laying there in the middle of the woods like a wounded animal. There was nothing that could be done at this point. So we left her back in the woods, and walked back to the house to keep drinking and partying. At this point in the night, it was easily 3:30 am. A few people had staggered off to bed, leaving a handful of us still up, wanting to cause more mischief.

Someone started making a joke about how the Red Rocket was like an old dog with rabies, and we had to drag it out to the woods to put it down. "That was it!" we thought, the perfect way to end a perfect night. So my friend who owned the house went inside and got his shotgun and a box of shells. Like a bunch of bandits in the night, we loaded up with firepower and headed back into the woods. Walking through the trails, we were laughing and joking about how bad of an idea this was. A bunch of drunken morons with a loaded shotgun and double vision like a mother fucker.

The walk back through the woods to the resting place of the Red Rocket seemed like it took forever. Maybe it was the booze, or maybe it was the anticipation of getting to put a couple slugs into her, but either way it seemed like an endless walk. Finally we had approached the vehicle. Someone said some final words, as if it was a real funeral.

It was time, we loaded up the shotgun, took aim and BOOM! The first shell was fired. We fired it at an angle, that the first bullet did not penetrate (haha penetrate). So we decided to take another angle. We stood about 10 feet away, aimed right behind the back drivers side door. BOOM! BOOM! two more rounds were blasted into the car. I felt like the kid from Old Yellar. As fucked up as this situation sounds, it was one of the most invigorating experiences of my life. When again in my life would I be able to shoot a car and not have any repercussions for it?

As we fired the last couple rounds into the car, we all looked around at each other with the biggest smiles on our face. We had succeeded in doing everything that we set out to do. We drove the Red Rocket into the ground. She gave it everything she had, and she was a trooper. After giving her her final rest, we packed up the shotgun and our ammo and headed back to the house. Remember, this was 3:30 in the morning, and we obviously had no respect for our neighbors. Unfortunately we had woken up one of the neighbors and had to deal with his bitching and complaining about how he was trying to sleep.

At the time, we didn't care. In the morning, we might have felt a little bad. Well the Red Rocket sat back in the woods for a few weeks, until we had the time to go back there and tow her out. We got her out of the woods and called AAA for a tow. The dispatcher lady informed me that AAA did not tow cars to the scrap yard, and I would need to have it towed to a garage or someones residence. "Okay I said, we'll take it to the closest shop around" is what we told her.

When the driver arrived and hopped out of his tow truck, we informed him that we needed it towed to the scrap yard down the street. We explained to him that we understood it was against AAA policy, but we were willing to pay him some extra cash to not tell anyone. He said and I quote "You pay me enough buddy, and I dont give a fuck if I have to tow it to California". Perfect we though, a hillbilly tow truck driver with no regard for rules and policies, He was probably just like us in his prime. So he loaded up the Red Rocket, and off to the scrap yard we went.

After it was all said and done, we had received about $465 bucks for the Rocket. Steel was going for a little less than when we had called before, but that was okay, we just wanted to get it off of our hands. We tipped the driver $20 bucks, and he about shit his pants. I am sure all he could think about was taking that 20 spot and going right to Kroger to get a 12 pack of Bush Gold Tops and a pack of Marlboro Reds, going home getting wasted and probably beating his wife, then pounding the shit out of her and passing out. Or maybe he was just grateful that we tipped him. Who knows, we didn't ask.

Needless to say, that night will be forever ingrained in our memory. When will we ever get a chance again to completely destroy a vehicle, with no consequences? Probably never, unless someone wants to buy a piece of shit just to destroy. But I can think of better things to spend my money on.

I took as many pictures as I could the next morning, which I have posted below. Enjoy and thanks for reading! Hope the story amused you. If you ever have a car that is about to die, and you planned on scrapping it. I suggest either doing something like this your self, or giving one of us a call. We will gladly take the junker off your hands so we can have another night of fun!

Here are the pictures we took.

side view #1 (notice the door laying on the roof)

side view # 2

This is what the bumper looked like after plowing over trees.

Flat tire (after we ran out of spares)

Notice no window? That's because it shattered.

Just for fun we took an axe to it a couple of times.

The side panels all dented from pivoting on trees.

Good thing there wasn't much gas in her, we did not realize how close to the gas tank we shot.

Second bullet hole!

Passenger Side View.

Our Hillbilly Spray Paint job. 

Some of the parts that broke off, there were plenty more we could not find.

The Red Rocket loaded on the Tow Truck.

Tow Truck 2

Off she goes!

I wish I would have taken pictures of when we were at the junkyard. I dont know why I didn't. 

Keep checking back for more posts. I try to update as much as possible. If you have an suggestions or anything you would like to see me blog about, please leave a suggestion. Don't forget to follow me on twitter @_justlutz 

Have a great weekend!!!!

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I thought all day about what I was going to write about tonight, and I pretty much came up with nothing. I had a pretty boring day, and nothing really pissed me off enough to rant or rave about. So I decided to start stumbling, with hopes that something I stumbled upon would spark some ideas. Leave it to the world wide web to get my brain mojo going.

First of all, If you dont know what stumble is, you really need to check it out. It is probably my most favorite website, and I use it on a daily basis. It is a discovery engine that helps you find the best on the web, based on interests that you have chosen. Every time you hit the stumble button, it will direct you to a website based on your interests. Then you have the option to either like or dislike the page, and stumble will either send you to more pages like that, or never send you pages like that again. It is actually really awesome and can be very time consuming. That being said, I dont recommend that you stumble while at work, unless you have a really cool boss that doesn't care you are using company time and resources for personal shit.

Anyway, back to the point of this post. I stumbled upon the article above. Feel free to read it if you would like, its a good read and has a nice short video at the end (about 4 minutes) and sums up the article pretty well.

The article talks about a new law that Congress is trying to pass called "Protect IP". In a nut shell it gives government and big corporations the power to censor the internet. There are certain private corporations that want the power to be able to shut down sites that use unauthorized content, and sites that allow users to download movies, music and television shows.

The bill also gives our government the power to force US internet providers to block access to certain search engines, directories, or blogs and forums and have links and access to this content removed. Also, it can force US Advertisers who advertise on these sites to suspend or cancel their accounts.

Now, what does this mean for the internet and us as internet users? Basically this is the beginning of a censored society. A society that built it self on freedom of speech. I understand that intellectual property is something that should not be stolen from someone. But I dont really think sites like stumble, youtube, tumblr, facebook and twitter are actually stealing anything from anyone. Another thing this bill can do is hinder new start up websites from ever going public. If a corporation or judge thinks that a site is infringing on copyrighted content, it can shut down the website and even pursue legal action against the site.

The language in the bill (which I have not personally read, but according to the article I posted above) is very vague and shady, and gives judges and corporations a lot of leniency when deciding if a site is in fact violating copy right laws. The government already can block sites just for one infringing link. Sites like youtube, twitter, facebook and stumble will have to start censoring their users, or shut the sites down since they are responsible for the content published by their users.

Normally I am not one to protest against the government, and I was all for the Patriot Act. This is something that really has me heated though. And let me tell you why. Back in 2006, the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA or HUGE DOUCHE BAGS AS I LIKE TO CALL THEM) went on a witch hunt for people who were "illegally downloading music". Since web provides like Time Warner and Comcast had too big of a network to pinpoint individuals who are participating in illegal downloading, they decided to take it to the college campuses where the network was a lot smaller and easier to get access to all its users. They targeted a handful of colleges around the nation, OU being one of them. On a random day, they went online and looked to see who was using sites like Napster (actually Napster had already been shut down by this time) but the biggest peer to peer sharing site was Limewire. They randomly selected 50 IP address that were sharing or downloading music. They contacted the University and informed them of the infractions, and that legal action was going to be taken.

Since the RIAA needed a subpoena to get the names from the University, OU took it upon them selves to inform the students that they were in fact being sued by the RIAA for copyright infringement. Now, your probably asking your self "Lutz, how do you know all of these details?" Well one awesome OU day, I was kicking it in my dorm room, probably higher then a god damn kite, playing playstation and what not when I heard a knock on my door. It was my RA. He handed me a thick ass envelope and said, here I was told to give this to you and then rolled the fuck out.

I had no idea what the hell was in the envelope. Upon opening it and reading the content I about shit my pants. It was a letter, well more like a book it had so many damn pages, informing me that my IP address had be associated with the act of illegally downloading music. They even went as far as sending me a list of songs they caught me downloading that day (which I wish I still had because it was the most ridiculous mix of music, they probably thought I was the biggest queer/wigger/emo fuck ever). To go even further, some how they were able to see everything I had downloaded since I started using Limewire, my library at the time was 3000+ songs.

The letter informed that the law suit was legit, and I was being sued for $750 per song. Now lets do some math. 3000 songs at $750 per song...that is....$2,250,00.00 Dollars. WHAT THE FUCK? I flipped the fuck out. But then in small print on the last page I was informed that I could settle out of court, for $3000. To make a long story short, the University hired some lawyers for us and held a big meeting for the 50 students involved and helped us with a plan of action. Everyone pretty much agreed that they would find one way or another to pay the $3000 and just get this the hell over with.

I had to tuck my tail between my legs and call me dad and inform him what was going on. I dont think I have ever been so embarrassed as the day I had to call my father and tell him I was being sued for $2 million dollars. If that were to happen, and I was actually sued for that ridiculous amount of money, there is no way I would ever make a dime in my life. Every cent I made would most likely go to paying off that law suit. Thankfully my Dad understood that and helped me pay the HUGE DOUCHE BAGS the 3 grand they hustled me for. Basically it was white collar extortion.

Anyway, we paid the money and the law suit was never taken any further. It was still a very frustrating and ridiculous thing to go through (but honestly, it probably was not the most ridiculous thing I have done or have had happen to me at while I was at OU).

Reading the article about the new law being passed by Congress brought back some unwanted nostalgia and made me think of this story, and I felt it would be a good topic to post about. Apparently there is a protest movement going on about this. Probably something I will never get involved in because I think hippy protestors are a bunch of bull shit. But censoring the internet is something that cannot happen, and if it does I think it will have a lot more wide spread negative affects than just censoring youtube and twitter. If you think about it, our world now revolves around the internet.

Well guys, that is all I have for now. Keep checking back. Dont forget to follow me on twitter @_justlutz. Much love and appreciate all the feed back! Have a great night!

It's Just Lutz... First blog, here goes nothing.

For those of you that know me, I guess I dont really need an introduction. You all know my strengths, flaws, and I am sure each and every one of you could post a hilarious story of a time that we have spent together, or something crazy and stupid you have seen me done in public (most likely at Ohio University)

For those of you that dont know me...shit, where do I begin? Well first and foremost, I am a Bobcat. I think that goes with out saying, I have seen and done some crazy shit in my days. For those of you that are unaware of what a Bobcat is..get with the F***ing program. Just Kidding. But seriously. A Bobcat is more than just being a graduate from Ohio University. It is a persona that one must carry on with them upon leaving Athens.

A Bobcat is someone who has spent time in the tranches, and by trenches I mean countless hours roaming Court Street, or posted up on a bar stool at one of the many bars Athens has to offer. Oh yeah, and you get an education along the way.

After 5 years of living in a bubble, or utopia as some may say, adjusting to life in the "real world" was probably one of the hardest things I had to overcome. Anyone who has gone through this, knows exactly what I am talking about. I guess it goes with any college, but I just like to boast about how I survived Ohio University, and I wont lie, I think I am better than most for doing so.

I am more than just a Bobcat though. What else more you might ask? Well isn't that just one of life's greatest journeys; to figure out who and what you really are? I guess you could say I am still trying to figure that one out. I received my degree from OU in History and Political Science. I wasn't really sure what I wanted to do with that, I just knew I had to keep taking classes to be able to stay in Athens and party all the time.

Talk about your all time backfires, because now I honestly have no idea what I am doing with my life. I feel like every week I have a new aspiration or goal. But to give you a brief little history, and to sum up the past year, Post Athens (which for further references I will refer to P.A, so dont get confused and think I am talking about Pennsylvania).

I started my "adult life" or my P.A. life as a Life Insurance Salesman for the great firm of Northwestern Mutual. They glamored me with the idea that I could make $100 grand or more in my first year. Basically, if you have ever seen the movie Boiler Room and remember Ben Aflec's speech he gives, you know exactly what I am talking about.

I had all these dreams and goals of becoming an awesome Financial Adviser, becoming my own boss, and pretty much tearing up the financial services scene. But for those of you that know me, what it really turned out to be was me taking all my friends, their parents, and my parents friends out to lunch, trying to get them to "invest in me", or basically, buy something they dont need at this point in their life, or they already have. Now I'm not gonna sit here and debate the importance of life insurance, at least not in this post. But I do have a story that I will reveal to everyone, probably in another post, that ties back into this.

Needless to say, The Life Insurance game didn't work out for me. At first, I was real down on my self, and thought I had "failed" at this. but in all reality, I didn't fail. It just wasn't my "niche" or what I was meant to do. So I bounced around for a bit, doing random jobs and nothing seemed to fit. Sooo I decided to serve at Applebee's. Now I just love being able to say I pretty much took out a loan for a high end Benz or Audi to finance my education (or should I say my 5 year long Vacation) to use my piece of paper to work at Applebee's. but hey, its just a means to an end for now. I have some things up my sleeve and some plans in motion as to what I want to do with my life.

Anyway, I am trying to keep these blog posts short to keep ya'lls attention. I know this post really had no point, and it was just the ramblings of a man stuck in his past. I promise my next post will be more interesting and actually have a purpose. Thanks for reading, I hope you learned a little about me, and if you want to learn more... keep checking back for my next post!

Happy Saturday Everyone, I hope your weekend kicks ass and you get inebriated beyond the limit of self control. Just dont drive in that state of mind, dont text, tweet for FB! Everyone regrets the drunken creepy texts or posts when they wake up the next day!