It's gettin near dawn...

...but night grows a tired eye.

Man, today I woke up exhausted. I hope it's just the usual depression and not something serious. Shitty weather, to be sure. The high was low 60's all day. This stands as an unexpected 180 from last weeks mild and rather pleasant temperatures. I did exactly jack and shit all day. I should have danced. I actually rocked my socks last night with two hours of hard practice, two hours of lifting and aerobic stuff then some routine drilling to make sure we're solid gold come RSC anniversary this summer. I actually think I'm going to depart from the mindless self absorbed shit I usually write and comment on the fucked up world around me in this entry so here goes;

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wait five seconds

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So, I failed to come up with anything good.

Kidding, read on.

I've noticed a dramatic shift in the general state of the status quo amongst our generation. I've spotted a dramatic increase in females dressing "retro vintage 50's", cats who were two months ago into flash colors and the shitty "Early 90's" thing now rocking in4mation and Fiberops pretending they've been up on it for years. This disheartens me. I know chicks who really are "Rockabilly" on the daily and cats who really have been rocking the previously mentioned shit for fucking years. It's a shame they're dicks are getting stepped on by heads who have no idea what they're trying to represent. I'd usually sum up my evil churning articles-0-hate with angry ranting and furious anger but I really am too tired to care right now. My opinion stands; I have no faith and truly fear for the future of our youth. They've been brainwashed by the marketing gurus of they're parent's generation into being mindless consumers without conscious or morals in what they buy. I really really wish schools would do a better job of getting authors and theorists like Stuart Hall to children at a younger age.

If anyone questions my cynical portrayal of today's youth I have but only offer the mindless fucking consumer zombies infesting sites like ISS and hypebeast as evidence to my designs. Evidence to the dumbing down of society is abound but I ask you, informed or drunken reader, to please take my advice and make a difference any way you can. The money of this world is against you. The marketing firms have billions of loose money floating about to combat any endeavors being made to correct the problem but time and the freedom of speech is on ours.

That concludes means' PSA for the day.

What it doesn't conclude is the rest of my babble.

My friends are great. I'm not knocking them in anyway shape or form. What I wish I had, though, was a friend who I could call my "best friend". I know, it's fucking retarded to think that at 24 the term "best friend" would still be in my vocabulary let alone coming out in a blog entry but it's true. I really wish I had someone who I could relate to---that wasn't either fucking married to a girlfriend who is no good to them or fucking stuck with a girlfriend who IS good for them---and was about my same age group. You know, like, someone who you "came up" with through life. I've had ridiculous amounts of fine women come and go through my bed, I'm not looking for another pretty face to spend time with. Bitches aren't a fucking problem for a cat like me. Call it conceded if you want but if you know me then you know I'm right. What I'm really missing is just a cat who I'm cool with. JR's my dude, no joke, that cat is a cool motherfucker no doubt but he's shacked up with a lady. Tony's also a down ass cat but that dude is fucking locked up with a chick too. Tru's a dope kid but he's exactly that; a dope kid. He's hella ill and a fresh dude but he's fucking 17 and I'm fucking 24. We're cool and I got his back no question if he reads this. I've kind of came to the conclusion that finding trust-worthy friends in this town is a fucking joke. I think the only cats out here that get me are Tru, Tony, JR, Soulrayne and Tom. Tom's a dope motherfucker too but that dude is leaving in four to five months so that sucks. Good luck, though. Miami will be a crazy fucking city, b.

Whatever. I think I just missing having a down-ass crew like I did last year. RSK used to roll deep filled to the gills with cats sporting colors and getting each other's backs in cyphers and shit. Now we're short most of our leadership. It's kind of depressing.

On a lighter side of things; my sister is intown for three days. I'm kind of excited to be a big brother here in my town. yes, it's MY TOWN. Get fucking used to it.

Hahaha.

Fish Sticks.