When I thought I was a future stockbroker…
Talk about major turning points in my life! I sit in amazement at times at how naive I was when I was chasing things that meant nothing to me. Some were meant to roll down their sleeves, grab a nice pen, crunch some numbers and wither away behind a cubicle somewhere and some of us found fulfillment by rolling up our sleeves, reachin’ for the Yamaha acoustic and expressing what DOES matter to us.
Screw you and the horse you rode in on!: Sticking up for yourself is something that requires some real hoomphspah in a relationship but sticking up your middle finger at the future missus bc she really and truly WAS a biatcchhh is no reason to throw her pillows in the middle of the street when it’s pouring down rain!..
Before the tats n the long kiss my ass goodbye!
Back to school for a sec! I was the exact antithesis of what I am now about a year ago. Funny how things can change so quickly when you give some1 else the keys to your car n fridge priveledges… Albeit, never happy-go-lucky but I wasn’t the same nonetheless. Getting fucked over in a superior way can definitely cause a serious equilibrium shift;
A sleep-over is just that!… A sleep-over! Once upon a miscalculated time I was a completely content Business and Finance student on his way to Edward Jones for a bit of insider insight; maybe score an internship, some suburbanite chik in a sexy powersuit with a knack for the less than obvious all while keeping my now defunct website on the lo-lo! Let’s just say that plan got totally derailed! Ask enough questions and you’ll either get alot of answers or piss alot of people off! I did n got alot of both!!!!!! Needless to say, I have always known who I was, guess it just took an Iron Maiden to convince me that I was very penetrable…..and very human!
Writing checks your ass can’t cash!;
No pain, No gain, right?! I’ve been to enough tattoo parlors to know that every time change takes place in life, it comes with a lil’ hurt n alota Vodka! Who reads the ‘No Alcohol Allowed’ signs at the front desk? Usually, (for guys like me anyway) we’re waaayyy too pre-occupied with receptionist chiks’ size C’s n pay very little attention to the writing on the wall. All my tats are custom anyway so who needs an artist sketch? The hard way? Sure, why not?!
I’m a couple painful memories away from needing that Speedway mug fulla liquor to get shot now so its just more of a means to an end. I look forward to the next one n if its gonna hurt,…COOL! I get it! The same thing could apply for going through major edification in life. From there to here n back again is a sorta makeshift mantra that’ll work for now n I’m makin’ do with what I got but if I had it all to do over again I would’ve at least post-dated it!!!
After the ink dries: Someone once asked me if I thought it was a good idea to get so many tats if I ever wanted to get a job in my field after I graduate. I was at a loss for words cuz I no longer shared the same ambition of working for some money house like Edward Jones or Merrill Lynch so I figured I would say something hopeful (just for their sake) so I said ‘They’ll be covered up anyway” realizing at that exact moment I was selling out. If you’ve been following, I absolutely would never sell out so I wasn’t done yet. I also stated that I didn’t really give a fuck and investing money was something I could do from the comfort of my couch long as I had my guitar, laptop and a 6 pack! Now that’s multi-tasking!!!!!!
Reunited and it feels so good!
Getting Annie (my Yamaha acoustic) out of hock was a day of celebration! Any socially acceptable Business and Finance major should have a decent wind instrument. I mean, she’s always there when you need her. Like when you run outta beer money, need a few bucks for luxuries like food, if you just gota de-stress after a difficult period of totally shit-faced karaoke n feel the need to drunkenly smash some chords that even your gangsta-rap neighbors can appreciate during a Prozac fueled crash-n-burn cuz the love of your life ran off with Easton Corbin’s farm-hand,…she’s there! Thanx, babe! You’re the best!!
The Science of things!
Karma can be such a great companion when she’s not looking for a reason to get even with you. Sure, we generally create our own luck but when the ol’ girl feels like you’ve earned a spot on the good ship ‘Lolli-pop’, grab your passport cuz you’re goin’ on an all expenses paid trip to ‘Candyland’! Don’t forget your sun tan lotion though cuz ya just never know if she’s gonna change her mind!
3rd time’s a charm!
Breakin’ Annie outta jail this time’ll mean alot to me bc,……well, let’s be honest,…I need her!!! I’ve made alota excuses for her n went to bat for just how beautiful she is… I miss her voice, her presence n her soul……………. If I do nothing else in life, the 1 thing I can certainly guarantee is that I will serenade a woman someday……………. and that particular young lady just may be the 1 of my dreams!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If not,… my kingdom for a 4th chance!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What the Hell is a ‘Marginal Analysis’ anyway?!
WTF?! Uhhh….. Folks, I didn’t choose Finance as a career, for some UnGodly reason, IT chose me! How does a supposedly merciful universe select the most monetarily challenged individual in the galaxy to deal in brokering bonds n investing money for God-fearing people? Prolly for the same motive that I was granted such otherwordly power to sense disaster that I’d be willing to take a wrecking ball for my clients. Hmmm…! Makes sense!! What I do know, however is that putting all your eggs in 1 basket is def a mistake. 1 false move, somebody get hurt!
Over the past couple of years, I’ve chosen to do what it is that I do best… Fail miserably n learn from it! This site exists for a very good reason n that’s to inform the waking world that it truly doesn’t matter WHEN we wake up as long as we DO n the path we choose today may get our asses kicked tomorrow. But, hey! I think of myself as less of a test-subject n more of a scientific breakthrough. If no-one else is willing to roll the dice, I’m just gonna change the game. Anyone wanna chip in for some lotto tickets?………….
The Demand Curve:
Remembering back to when I was still a 20 something n my mind as well as other parts of my anatomy were all over the place, I was as confused about the natural order of things as anyone else. I thought that if you were at least moderately good-looking and had a decent command of the native language that the masses would just accept you into their tribe n all’s well that ends well. I stayed just that oblivious for the better part of my youth until some real adversity took place. Things like sex, that more or less dictated my waking hours were being replaced by feelings of loneliness and a longing to establish more of a living legacy. How the Hell does one go about blazing a trail in this ever-evolving, standard-driven society?!
I had no fuckin’ clue and even more disturbing was the fact that I was running rapidly outta options as far as women were concerned. It was gettin’ pretty difficult to procure an audience with the fairer sex anywhere when your reputation preceeded you like a storm forecast. I became a dating disaster. Yes! Even moreso than now, folks!!!
It wasn’t until recently that I finally realized that it’s not necessarily what you as an individual may be searching for but how you’re perceived as a human being through the eyes of social acceptability along with the capacity to make the most outta whatcha got.
No one should be made to feel guilty bc the higher powers blessed them with a good figure, strong jawline, bikini-bod or great hair. If the Lord saw fit to imbue each of us with the same qualities, the world would be over-populated with indifferent and unchallenged people that seek only to become more of what they already are and possess more of what they already have……
The ability to appreciate the gift they were truly given. What creates happiness for some constitutes misery for others. What would cynical, ethical-egoists’ like myself do without a pen and an $80 dollar Perry Ellis shirt??????
I’m most certainly learning as I’m going n one thing I’m starting to seriously consider is the fact that life isn’t very lenient! Words manifest actions n sometimes those actions can create a very tight space for us… Better to be prepped to back up those vocal intentions if ya fully expect a positive outcome. It’s been a couple of short stories since I brought my life to the attention of the waking world n while I don’t regret a single thing, I almost feel as if I was designed to be exactly where I am…
I’m no longer an aspiring stock broker for obvious reasons, (the gals don’t really have much of an appreciation for gents that intend to be broke for the rest of their lives) and I had to sort through all the missteps that brought me to here. If I was truly meant to be anything other than who I am then I’m quite certain I’d be that guy that ended up goin’ postal on his boss, gel-pen style for even making me wear a fucking pocket-protector!
Later Wall Street, Helllooo Day Spa………….
In the beginning of this wonderful journey, I thought that keepin’ it pro was an important quality to have when it came to doin’ ethical biz. I had no idea that it was possible I could be flyin’ solo in practicin’ moral business when it came to my new field of study. Shit, I was jus excited to be surrounded by so many hott chiks that gave full-body rubdowns for a livin’. Canya blame me?
Through 1 semester, I’ve heard some crazy stories n witnessed some pretty amazing things but most of all, Masso-Therapy is the perfect place to gain new knowledge n insight into the fantastically wonderful world of sex, sex n more sex!
Massage therapy in a hospital room helpin’ treat heart-attack victims ain’t my thang so I’m goin’ the relaxation route…
Fortunately for me that puts me right on the table with some scantilly-clad female practitioner askin’ me half-way through the massage if I’m a generally ‘happy’ guy…
Unfortunately for her, I don’t pay for sex but here’s my #! Shoot me a text later n maybe we can go down the street to the next spa where they have beds in the rooms… 😉