Get Busy. Do Work.

Let's build an empire and remember today with found memories as we burn into our tomorrow. Just set it off.

That last post..

...was an effort in horrible grammar and spelling.

MGM Hates Las Vegas

the MGM recently released an in house memo about how voting for a proposed increase in teachers salaries is somehow bad for Nevadans because it will be taking money from Casino revenues and investing it in the well being of the Las Vegas children...

...I mean that speaks for itself. MGM doesn't give a fuck about education in any real way. Sure, they subsidize the current state of schools in Vegas but as around town to any and all parents with kids who're enrolled in public school. They'll tell you schools here are a fucking joke because we don't pay for good quality teachers.

To really get a look at this I think something needs to be taken into context. We need to realize that the MGM and all major casinos do not wanted educated people working for them. The ratio of line "uneducated" workers against management "educated" workers is staggering. They just laid off 440 educated workers because they needed to pad their bottom lines and kept every major line job employee. It pays to hire the uneducated and weak willed; they'll do just about anything for fucking peanuts.

The casinos need dealers and janitors. What they don't need is fucking middle managers. The fucked up part is that they fucking advertise their displeasure about funding Vegas schools to their employees and advertise that they don't give a fuck about the youth of today.

Keep chasing your fancy cars and over priced sweat shop clothes. Maybe one day you'll realize it's the fucking oil companies and Dick Chaney that's getting paid off of your hard work.

God Has No Sense of Shame

If he can kill that wonderfully colored goat, your fucking ugly ass stands no chance. Prepare for the inevitable, people.

To Say That I'm Not Impressed..

...by this young man would be false.

He's a writer, a professor, a dj and a avid record collector. Besides him being of a completely difference ethnicity than myself I have to say I feel a strong familial bond.

In a very no homo kind of way

http://soul-sides.com/

May 18th.

I'm getting married.

Something About It Just Won't Go Away

The news about Frosty passing came directly on the heels of the news that he had been taken off life support and been denied further medication. I remember I was in Bret's garage when Smerk started talking about Frosty's situation. I had known he was sick, I mean, if you had seen the guy in the past three years you knew he was sick. I just didn't know he was THAT sick and as I look back I'm full of sadness at his passing. I had paid my respects last time I saw him. We had wished eachother well, promising to see each other around before I left after the week and that I would try to make it over to his apartment before my return flight that following Sunday. I never made the walk and after a brief farewell I never saw Frosty again before I left. As I look back on that hot summer night now I know I'll never get to say another farewell filled with good wished and warm regards from and to mutual friends. I know now that I'll never see Frosty's gaunt face again.

I saw Frosty three times over the past three years, all three times in the heat of the summer at jams and art things that popped up all over NYC in celebration of the RSC anniversary. I remember each pretty well. I remember Frosty's camera. I remember him having the color in his face back and I remember commenting to Tony about his frailty sometime after we left New York. I wasn't close to Frosty. I wasn't his buddy or pal and nor did we play phone tag. What I was to Frosty was most likely another familiar face and yet another well wisher. What Frosty was to me was a reawakening to the fact that we all punch out eventually and that if you don't enjoy the time you have between then and now then you're missing out on what's important.

I've seen what happens when you know you're going to die soon. You finally really live your life.

Rest In Respectful Peace Frosty Freeze

Dance Music

Is kind of weird. Justice I'm not a big fan of. LA kind of sucks because everything is fucking an hour away. I still don't see what the big deal about Fairfax is.

I found a pretty cool escape from the crowd of idiots that most of us swim through daily; getting married. This shit takes up all your fucking time and energy. You start to forget that it's about to get retarded hot outside in a matter of weeks. I'd suggest trying it if you get the chance.

Mom dukes seems to be pissing kittens over the marriage thing. She's talking about church weddings and floral arrangements already. Needless to say I'm dreading any further interaction with the woman on the subject. I still haven't told too many people about the marriage deal. I might want to get on that. The woman will most likely cause me bodily harm if I don't. Hell, she might even cut off my penis and throw it out of a moving vehicle.

Fuckit, let's rage. Anyone down for a park jam?

For Most of The Las Vegas "Cool Kids"

You jacked Tom's swagger and started calling it your own. I feel sorry for your mother.

Your fix gear is rather pointless out here. Your Bike Clique is laughable. Your favorite store most likely sucks and your lean towards "sick kicks and disco chicks" is kind of gay. Lose the fedora your girlfriend bought you, it does nothing for your acne and doesn't fit your over sized head.

...and you thought I lost that sensitive touch.

When I Have Nothing I Still Have This

RIP Wayne Frost

Frosty was a man of something to say. He lit up a room as as his body's light was diminishing. Never one to sit back and go quietly into that great night, he continued to touch lives and open minds even up to his death on April 3rd. I wish you peace in death that you rarely knew in life, Frosty.

Some have done it since but few have done it better...

If you asked why I want to move to Japan I offer you this;

I know. It's fucking crazy