No Real Direction

So yeah, that's basically what this whole blog will be about I guess...... I mean, of course it's going to be about me and my life and about the those around me that I interact with throughout my life. But, in all reality, my life and this blog has no real direction. I wish I had the answers to everything that bothers me and I wish I had some clue as to where this life is taking me. But for the moment, I figure I will just enjoy the ride..... Whatever of this ride there is to enjoy that is.... Life isn't easy..... I figure, if it was, I wouldn't be me..... and who I am is normal, but I just live it in an abnormal way..... Enjoy this blog, leave your comments and let's go.... Oh, the posts might come seem crazy and sporadic and may not always flow from one event to the other.... So just try to keep up.....

So, I guess a little about myself might get this whole thing started.... I was born February 2nd, 1980.... My Mom was 22 at the time and my Dad was like 9 years older than her.... Doesn't seem like much, but when you come to think of it, when he was legally able to drink (when he turned 18, which was the legal drinking age at the time) she was still playing with fake Barbie dolls (we're Puerto Rican, so her parents couldn't afford real Barbie's hahahahaha). I remember waaaaaaay back, Mom used to take me to school with her, Bronx Community College. I used to sit in the classroom playing with my little carry along puzzle games while she did her thing in class. Weird how I can remember things like that, but forget things that happened 10 minutes ago..... Damn short attention span, hahahahahaha..... So anyways, Dad was a carpenter and a damn good one at that.... He actually worked on a huge project in the Statue of Liberty that was recognized by many people. And to this day, I swear he had the best cabinet making skills I have ever seen. To hell with Bob Vila! hahahaha.... Mom wound up finding a job out in New Jersey when she graduated from BCC..... so, my Awella (grandma) used to take care of me and my younger brother Taino during the day while Mom n Dad were out making a living.(I know its spelled ABUELA, but like mentioned previously, I'm Puerto Rican.... we mangle the Spanish language, and don't too well with English either, hahahahahahaha).

I really don't remember too much of those days before I went to school...... Kind of weird I guess... or probably not..... Its that, for some reason, other than being in school with my mom and up until I started school in Pre-K, my memories are pretty non-existent....And as I write this, it hits me that, school is going to be a big topic of this blog. Because it was my rise and my demise throughout my entire life..... And what's worse, is that I actually want to go back... I figure, I am not poor enough and haven't tortured myself enough yet, so another round of debt and late nights should finally do me in.... hahahahahahaha... Lord I'm screwed... hahahahahaha.....

So yeah, I don't know.... Its funny, that you're taught to do better than your parents..... and that school is the way to get yourself a good job, to make more money, to find a girl, to get her a ring, to pay for the wedding, to buy the car, to have the kids, to buy a house and to provide..... But, life doesn't seem to work that way for me...... And school is the culprit behind all of it..... and what makes it worse? I WANT TO GO BACK!!!!!!!!


You may be asking yourself, why is this dude saying school is his downfall and yet wants to go back...... And you deserve and answer to that question..... Its simple..... I want enough money to throw at strippers to shake their asses for me..... I AM JOKING!!!!!  No, in reality, I am sooooo in debt, that my only way out of it is to go back, learn an actual skill.... and get a job in that field..... Because let me tell you, Marketing should not be a field of study.... Anyone with the gift of gab, a youtube page and just an intermediate amount of photoshop skill can work in marketing..... So, no, marketing not a real Major..... Same goes for quite a few others, but I will leave them alone since I did not major in them and some of you did.... Communications.....

So I have to go back..... While working two jobs and still not making enough money to support myself..... Yup, thats right ladies, I'm a catch..... I am soon to be 31, broke, and live In the basement of my Mom's house...... The All American Boy....... OOOOOOH, and can't forget that that sup-bar credit score..... I know that one made you slide those panties right off for me! So, yea, gotta go back to school and do something great with my life..... And I am, because I promised myself one thing, I would not let my fathers words discourage me..... What words you may ask.... Well, one year on Father's Day, 2 of my cousins, their Dad both my brothers, my Dad, a friend and myself were at Red Lobster. CHEDDAR BISCUITS BITCH!. So, Dad and Uncle are getting a bit tipsy (term used loosely) and towards the end of the meal Uncle gives a heartwarming speech about how he loves his family. Dad goes up next while beating his chest with his fingers and says, "I use to make $150,000 a year! None of you will ever see that much money in your life! None of you!"

Well, the challenge has been made, the bar has been set and even with all the debt, low credit scores, Mom's basements and student loans, I will see more money than my father did..... I have to.... I have too much pride not to.... And like my father, my pride is going to be the death of me......

Talk to you soon....