I wasn’t going to post this or talk about it actually, but I do believe a couple people I have talked to today need to hear it. I was walking Annabel thru the neighborhood behind my apartment last night. A policeman pulled up next to me and gestured for me to come over. Once there and wondering what the hell this was about he said “Do you know or have you seen a black child around 10-12 years old riding around on a black and white bicycle. I could tell by the look on his face that things were not good.
The child was in an accident and they didn’t know who his parents are. Like most good people I wanted to help and wished I knew who they are, but I didn’t. I don’t believe the kid made it just by the body language of the officer. He drove away and I was left there on the side of the road with my thoughts. My heart broke for people I don’t know and will most likely never meet. In that moment I knew their life was going to change in a horrific way, but they didn’t.
I hear my friends complain about some very trivial shit. It gets old I’m not going to lie. Most people by the time they reach my age have had multiple horrible things happen to them and certainly every one of them knows someone that has had tragedy hit home. Here is the point which happens to be the same one I make every other day. Life is short. Life is sometimes hard. Very hard. It is also incredibly beautiful when you take the time to notice.
It comes down to the fact that at any moment the life you know now can be forever changed. I can’t tell you how to live, but I know I’m not going to carry around a big bag of anger around with me. To me life about going from great event to great event in life, but when you are dragging this anger around it takes a lot longer to get to the next great event in your life. Just set that bitch down and pick up the pace. Happiness is there waiting for your angry dumbass to show up. The party started a long time ago, and every little anger brick you pick up just makes you slower and slower.
Live everyday like it might be your last. Treat people the way that you want them to remember you. Have some fucking fun!! To be honest many times I write these things to remind myself. I’m as guilty as everyone else of letting stupid things get me. Everyday is a blessing. Remember that and try to live like that.
FknBucky
Happy quarantine. Maybe with everyone stuck inside more than three people will actually read this. Desperate times.. I have been inside my apartment now for about nine days. I went to McDonalds this weekend to get a Big Mac simply because I had to do something. It is weird seeing people, I usually want to talk to them, now I have anxiety and must get away.
Let’s get right into it. I will never understand the individuals that believe it is okay to park in a handicap parking spot. I see it every single day. Charlotte, NC is actually one of the worst places I’ve experienced for this problem. If you can walk be proud of that shit and walk an extra few feet leaving the close up parking for people that might actually need it. I tell people if I get my legs back I’ll skip everywhere I go. Heck, I’ll park two blocks away in the rain just to skip a little further. Plus no one get abducted while skipping. It is a safety thing. Okay back on subject here. Jessica Alba is so damn hot, wait what was I doing, oh yeah parking…. Seriously what is wrong with your head that you don’t get that parking in a blue man spot, in between them, or in any way screwing them up for people that need them is a crappy thing to do???
I saw this truck today while walking a friends dog. This might be the dumbest thing I’ve seen since the last time I saw someone parked like this. Like I said it happens way to much. I don’t personally care about parking close to the building that I’m trying to go in. I just need the extra space so that I can open my car door the whole way. When I park in a regular spot someone parks too close to me and I can’t get in my own vehicle. This means I have to ask a random stranger to back my van out. I don’t like having random people driving my car ever, as I think all other drivers suck. My bad I meant to say I KNOW they all suck.
My friends in Charlotte learned how much this happens in the last year. I would mention to them about the parking lot of a particular establishment we would meet up for prayer meetings. Yes that is my story, moving on. After a while they would start to look at the blue man spots to see if they were open or had cars in them that should not be there. Now they were getting angry. I have to let it go right after I see it or I’ll be pissed off all the time. They had to learn this as well. This problem happens every single day. Maybe it is because I’m out so often and have more chances to see assholes parked illegally or maybe it is really that problematic. If I let a parking issue ruin my day I would have A LOT of ruined days and per the last blog I’m not willing to give these idiots one of my days.
Hello internet people. It has been a while since I’ve shared with you. I need to write more than I have been as I use it to get thoughts out of my head. Right now I would like to share the way I think about days. You see you only have so many days in your life. I understood this at a very early age and decided to live my life accordingly. I was having tea with my Grandfather when I was 15. He was 80ish at this time and made the comment how he remembered being 15 like me, but then one day he woke up and was 80. His voice trailed off as he said it and I understood at that exact moment how quickly life passes by. I knew that I didn’t want to waste any days.
Okay on the ship and cocktails start flowing. Wheelchair, drunk friends, and massive ship….. What can go wrong?? Only one answer. Who cares.
We had 15 foot waves and it beat the crap out of the ship. We never made it to Grand Caymans or Jamaica because the ship was rerouted. I met plenty of people on the ship that were upset over this, but what can you do?? Just roll with it. Why let something so trivial ruin a good time?? We ended up in Cozumel, Mexico and finally got off the ship. I took one look at the taxi vans we needed to use so that all 17 of us could get to the resort and thought no freaking way is my crippled ass getting up there.
I could go on and on about this wonderful experience I had last week, but some of it will get me arrested… Oh wait international waters ha ha. Oh well next time you will have to just come along to know exactly how crazy things got. There was lots of dancing, a BEARBIE shirt, Star trails, tons of rolling around, hugs to the floor, amazing new friendships, huge shots, I love “chants”, ex-girlfriend moving out stories, fully clothed hot tubing and half naked sandwich ordering, Mom and Dad trying to find the lawn, and most importantly… If You Don’t Like It!!!!
Alright I’ve got the joy, joy, joy, down in my heart. Ha ha. Just kidding its more like the rage, rage, rage down in my fist. I’m foaming at the mouth, trying to get this beat my head against the wall frustration out of my system. I’m baffled that the world is full of so many stupid, stupid, one more time stupid people. That came out wrong. What I meant to say is “Jessica Alba is freaking hot.” 
kiss your own ass. Don’t worry this will be easy because your head is already stuck firmly up in there. I just wanted you to pull over in case you enjoy it. Ewww.
chew your head off like Rick ate that bastard on the walking dead. Let me make this perfectly clear. There is NO FAST LANE. It is a passing lane. That means you pass the car in front of you and then your get out of that lane. I don’t care if you are doing 10,000 miles an hour. Pull left, pass car, and then get back over to the right. I might be doing 10,010 miles an hour and I don’t want to slow down because you’re an idiot.
then that car will speed slightly up and extend this little auto line dance on down the freeway. Meanwhile me and the 27 other cars stuck behind your dumbass are thinking about how we can build a time machine, travel back to the 1800’s, and kill your entire bloodline. Thats right by this time killing you isn’t good enough. I want the whole family, the history of your family, and that girl you hooked up with in college just in case her out of wedlock kid might be yours.
It’s 3:15 in the morning and I can’t sleep. Maybe I should stop drinking this Red Bull, but then making good decisions has never been something I do. Sleep is for the dead I say, and the extremely hung over which I am not today. First time for everything.
FknBucky 