February 2011
28 posts
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Yeah, I’m a streetlight, chillin’ in the heat!
I illuminate the stories of the people in the street
Some have happy endings, some are bittersweet
But I know them all and that’s what makes my life complete
And if not me, who keeps our legacies?
Who’s gonna keep the coffee sweet with secret recipes?
Abuela, rest in peace, you live in my memories
Sonny’s gotta eat, and this corner is my destiny
Brings out the best in me
We pass a test and we keep pressin’ and yes indeed
You know I’ll never leave
If you close your eyes that hydrant is a beach
That siren is a breeze, that fire escape’s a leaf on a palm tree
Abuela, I’m sorry
But I ain’t goin’ back because I’m telling your story!
And I can say goodbye to you smilin’
I found my island
I’ve been on it this whole time
I’m home!
"Ass so fat look like packman" - Javan
LMFAO
And So the Universe Chose to Conspire in Reece's Favor
I once heard someone say that they don’t feel as alive as they do when they are heart broken and that may be true, but I’m feeling really fuckin’ alive right now. Several great things are happening. This weekend Tommy is coming over to chill Friday night to then drive to Westtown to see my boys light up the brackets at PAISWT, the state wrestling tournament. Senior Alex Becker has tallied over 100 wins in his four years there making him the winning-est wrestler in Westtown History and hes in excellent standing to become a state champion. Along with Becker, whose brother was a great athletic influence on me, I’m excited to see my boy Seth, a kid who’s very dear to me and has become a fantastic athlete in his own right. Daquan, Gil, and lil Yama are all guys I’m equally excited to see this weekend. The weekend following I’m headed to Rutgers with my friend Jordan and then heading into NYC to see Jay, Ace and my girls. I’m thinking about surprising my mom and my brother with a visit. Interestingly enough there is an individual who I am exceptionally excited to see.
To all of you haterade sipping cock squating twat pancakes who doubted that I could ever forsake the love of rum and coke and sweat fueled sex sessions for the pursuit of one (and only one) woman: go suck on Rudy’s man-meat.
As some of you may have already read I was enthralled by a young woman whom I met the night before I left to come back onto campus. The way we interacted in many ways was what catalyzed my little challenge/revision/self-assessment. Since I’ve been back we have kept in frequent contact. We catch up on whats going on in each other’s lives and check in on how our days are going. Its great and very endearing. Last night I chose to break a wall of sorts. While we’ve gotten to know each other quite intimately (all considered) I felt like we were dancing around a critical component: she and I.
These kinds of situations need to be handled with utmost delicacy, emotions are like nitroglycerin and in a day and age where human interactions are constantly mediated by technology you can’t always bank on people understanding exactly what you mean. So knowing I didn’t have the luxury of face-to-face interaction where my facial expressions and the nuances of human intonation compliment the words coming out of my mouth, I texted with the utmost caution. I asked about the nature of her relationships with her other male friends in order to assure that I wasn’t getting the wrong impression or running the risk of saying something that may make her upset or uncomfortable. Now for those of you who know me, I assure you, these were genuine concerns (I promise). To make a long story slightly shorter. This resulted in a mutual admittance of attraction since the first night we met. This cascaded into a conversation about the nature of where we were personally and in our own romantic lives. While I wont pretend that this inherently means or leads to something profoundly intimate and romantic, all this did conclude in us being on the same page, I’m excited to continue getting to know her. I’m also excited about being able to say that and mean it.
Lastly there is my 21st birthday. It feels like some gathering of the Planes Walkers (holla if you get the reference!). Ted El Matatan Young is flying into Harrisburg from Ohio. FLYING FROM OHIO! If thats not friendship and dedication I’m not sure what is. My cousin Alex, one of my Queen Bees and the Wonder Woman of this clan of pillaging heathens I call friends, is coming with her friend Marco and my lovely younger cousin Desire on a fuckin’ Bus at 8 AM from NYC. From Bing I have Rudy, Hogie and Justin who are cruising south on 81 and getting here that Friday. From NYC Marcus is running arrangements to bring down my himself and my Ladies. This holds the potential to be a shit parade to end all shit parades, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Needless to say, things are looking up.
“you are yesterdays heat. unwound in todays sweat. i come and i go. too young for you to bet on. ill have you know ill leave you nothing to hold onto. sweat out the fever. im nothing new. keep the memories. keep your feet on the ground. there is no place im going where i can bring you. i cant remember the last time i was this happy yo let things go. maybe one day ill learn why i had you think you knew someone else. you say youre losing as though there was something to be won.”
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The sweet sounds of Persephone and the man who could play them
they came form the castle
“You know you’d think that after all this time, I’d really live up to all the “fuck-it” I preach day in and day out. You’d think that I would just be able to walk way from, well…anything. But to be one-hundred percent real with you, she’s the last vestige of a life I loved living, really loved living. Four years later there isn’t a single cigarette I smoke where I don’t wish she was what was in my lungs instead.”
—Interlude, Jaime Castillo
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