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Ga-Ga!

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Christina Hendricks playing Joan Holloway making men MAD!! We’re talking Raquel Welch of our day! SULTRY! Man O Man!

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January 30, 2009 at 8:56 pm

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Welcome Back!

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73287369MC017_NBA_All_Star_WELCOME BACK TA!!!! LEBRON WHO?????

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January 23, 2009 at 8:10 pm

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Ganja Queen.

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If you don’t know who this woman is, educate your self a bit today. Her name is Schappelle Corby and she sits in a Bali prison as you read this. You’ve got to check out the documentary entitled ” Ganja Queen”! I watched the first 5 minutes of it and I was hooked. 

Is she the fall-girl? I can’t figure it out. She doesn’t look like the type to smuggle drugs. Innocent or Guilty?  I don’t think we’ll ever find out.

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January 21, 2009 at 8:02 pm

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SPEECHy Keen.

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My fellow citizens:

I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often, the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because We the People have remained faithful to the ideals of our forebearers, and true to our founding documents.

So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.

These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land — a nagging fear that America’s decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America: They will be met.

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn-out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of shortcuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the fainthearted — for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things — some celebrated, but more often men and women obscure in their labor — who have carried us up the long, rugged path toward prosperity and freedom.

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.

For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.

For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn.

Time and again, these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions — that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act — not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology’s wonders to raise health care’s quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions — who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them — that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works — whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public’s dollars will be held to account — to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day — because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control — and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart — not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our Founding Fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience’s sake. And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: Know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.

Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort — even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus — and nonbelievers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society’s ills on the West: Know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world’s resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us today, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment — a moment that will define a generation — it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter’s courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent’s willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends — hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism — these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility — a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation and the world; duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of citizenship.

This is the source of our confidence — the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.

This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed — why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent Mall, and why a man whose father less than 60 years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America’s birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:

“Let it be told to the future world … that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive… that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet [it].”

America. In the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children’s children that when we were tested, we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back, nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God’s grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.

Words of our 44th President Barack Obama.

YES WE CAN!

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January 20, 2009 at 7:08 pm

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The Eagle has landed!

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I don’t know about the rest of you but I would have pissed myself if I were on this flight. Good shit!

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January 19, 2009 at 10:15 pm

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New feet.

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The 2008 basketball season was a mediocre success. With  Diamond & Gunz finishing 1 game below 500.last season. The only direction we could go was UP! So this season we’re cocked, locked and ready to ROCK! I need to get in shape for basketball season because I’m so far from it(holiday season wrecked me). So I’ve decided to take comfort into consideration and searched near and far for the latest in Hoops technology and style.I’ve narrowed down my search to these three kicks to wear while I pound the paint and crash the boards.

901322Now these joints are the one’s! I had the first of these a while back but lost them in the Philippines during a pick-up basketball game.I love these things.  Comfortable, Flashy and great ankle support.

24824611-11I first seen these on Stephan Curry from Davidson. Hopefully if I get em I can channel a little Curry-ness.He is the truth !

 

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Kobe Low’s! I mean I’m not one to hoop in low-tops but these things intrigue me. They have to be ultra lightweight for sure . Gotta have that shank plate or whatever. 

It’s hard for me to decide. Be flashy with no game or Non flashy with still no game! hahhahah. Whatever I decide, I feel bad for my opponents. Someone is getting WRECKED!

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January 7, 2009 at 5:18 am

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Throw it BACK!

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Whoa.

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January 6, 2009 at 5:32 am

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Wrap it up.

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Jesus Christo! It’s been a while since my last blog and I apologize. I hate doing that! It’s so cliche, apologizing to an audience that is somewhat unknown. Fuck it whatever. What a year! What a year! I must  say this year was a bit nuts! From living in the city with some of the best dudes I know. To seeing one of my oldest friends get married. I have to say this year has to have been one of my best.

Here’s the 2008 recap from what I can remember:

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The fellas that held it down on 14th ave. 

l_185756d17ce7d75d67eff10e047289bcThe Penthouse party for Liz’s birthday was too crackin! Kegstands! Hella goose! Tons of scantly clad women drunkenly dancing. Sex in the bathrooms! What an evening!

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I think we went to Butterfly way too much now that I think about it.

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This  evening at MILK, it seemed that everyone was out with us. I think this was Byron’s Birthday bash but I can’t remember. This probably had to be one of the greatest evenings in a looooong time! It rained, we never cared. There was cover, we paid. Drinks were expensive, that’s cool we were wasted before got there!Back to the house for the after party. I would describe to you the going-ons back at the pad but I’m not allowed to disclose that information. I signed something some point in the evening that night saying that I couldn’t, I swear!

 

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Even DIP made it out. We’ll address that issue when we get there. K-yeezy on the right wearing that stunning gold jacket! FANCY!

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We went to San Diego….

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Japes got crazy…

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Ian got drunk…

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I guess I did too!

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We drank a shit load of Jameson! I mean a  S H I T L O A D!

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We made it to a year and  half.

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Augs and I became friends again. 

img_89272008 became the year The Expendables solidified themselves as one of my favorite bands! Metal and Reggae!?!?!?! Cmon lets be real! What’s not to like!?!?!??! These Santa Cruz boys put on a show! You have to check em out. Smoke a lot when you go but not so much where you pass out! I’m not gonna name any names!hahhahahaha


I was looking thru everything and honestly I don’t think  you’re gonna see everything. I’ve done a lot of random snapping. I’ve also got some pictures that I just would rather not show. Keep it moving.


ON WARD INTO THE DARK!


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This year for Jon’s birthday he held a Beer-pong tournament at his parents’ pad! 

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His family got in to it too.

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The Big Fellah was my team mate. For reasons obvious!

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Byron fell asleep.

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Ian ate as usual. Hahahhahahah.

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Hahahahahahahahahhahahha!

 

 

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I don’t even really remember this night. Can anyone fill me in on what we did. I’ve totally lost this memory or maybe it’s just meshed with other drunk evenings to form one BIG memory.Damn!

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Izelle had a Birthday at the Public….

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And got wasted. Sorry Ize I had to do it.

img_9325Karl: She yacked on my fucking coat!Hahhahahha. Good Times! Good Times!

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We had Cheesesteak after.

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Being that we lived so close to Haight. We had an abundance of Cha Cha Cha’s. This night was one of the last nights we lived in the city. All I remember is being hella drunk and singing at the top of my lungs that fucking ” I love your girl” song by the Dream.

img_2760Yeah, thats what sangria does to you. Apparently it channeled the inner-cheerleader for Neez. That’s Augs’ Blue steel just in case you were wondering.

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l_8a2c3c9fc58280cbc7816aaa125f88c4WE WENT TO VEGAS! Just the boys in a city with no last call is TROUBLE. I think Euge was drunk the most consecutive hours. This was a trip of a lifetime. Thats all I can really say.

s640x480-2Ian broke into the modeling world. Hhahahahhaha

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The Hawaii trip with the boys was great. It’s been so long since all the boys who grew up together have been together. I guess someone in your crew getting married constitutes everyone coming together. I must say being in paradise with family gave me this surreal feeling.I couldn’t explain it. I found myself looking around everyday trying to figure out if it was a dream or not.

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img_0491SF TO HAWAII! That’s how we do.

img_0422Yeah thats Kevroc who got married. I was super happy for him. I cried a little this day. Of course not sadness. The other ones. 

 

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img_0025Ian celebrated his birthday right after we got back from Hawaii. We were all dark and craving eachothers company. Being we spent a week together in paradise a day without one another was just unbearable.img_0019Ben made a new friend.

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Japes still wanted a tan but didn’t want to get burned. Leets obliged and had himself a rubdown.

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Break, I need a break! GeeeeeeeeZ!

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I totally like the feel of the his kitchen. Its a calming space.

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Japes said he didn’t have a picture of his car yet. I think its a lie. Lol.The randomness is from this summer and not having a job. Taking pictures loaded most of the time and completely enjoying my summer like  I was in 8th grade. It felt great.

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Cara: Fuck that ! and FUCK YOU!

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We started Dreamleague . This time we were a little stacked. Diamonds and Gunz! Fuck Rich!

img_0171 My O.G. ass Grand pops!  After the stroke still cracking jokes and bullshittin with me. 

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Drinking at Jio-san’s pad. Rockband and that big ass bottle of Hen. 

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We headed out to PA after Jio’s. I don’t know how we got home. I think Jermz whipped us home. Syl was done for this night.I was a piece of work that night as well. Car was still moving before I decided to jump out and yack on the nearest bush.To blame was that bottle of Jameson at Jio’s. Sometimes she’s your best girl. Other times this son of a Bitch is Murphin you out!Blame it on the al a al a al ca hol!

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Lookin fresh fellas! Happy Birthday Ant!

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The siblings! Doin it in the Park this year was nucking futs. We prepped helllllllla Jungle Juice and we paid the price in the end. Well  at least Liz did. hhahahahha. I don’t have any other pictures of that day. I was super wasted and so was Liz. It’s lost in the anals of our memory. From what I hear everyone got smashed.Thats a good way to end the summer. Honestly this past summer I thought, was off the hook.

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We went and caught Estelle. She puts on a good show but a bit on the Man-hater side. Get a grip Bitch.

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AC Slater foreal?!??!

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It got cold in these streets. As if it weren’t already cold. 

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With the Fall weather came Ben’s Brithday. I must say it was a good time. Memories of walking the mission with tallies and talking to random HEALTHY girls for no apparent reason. That my friends is  mark of a true professional.

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Cara celebrated as well. Happy 18th birthday yo! I’m grateful you invited me.=0)

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This night was hilarious as well. It was the First night of Ben’s celebration I believe. Levende with the boys? Yeah I’m definently with that. Slow Jams were sang and Drunkness was achieved.

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Ben got a hand Job.

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I told you Ian starting modeling! Ya’ll fools never believe me!

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img_0297One summer day a group of us took a tourist-y adventure in San Francisco. After a somewhat lengthy discussion of wether or not we wanted to pay for the cable car ride, off we went. Powell to the Wharf. A couple of pounds of the pavement later, a ferry was our vessel. To Sausalito for a day of aimless walking to random art galleries. Drinking coffee and playing slap face.

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For some reason classic just seems to catch my eye everywhere I go. Prohibition was nuts! I can’t even imagine going to a ball game and not having a brew! Think about it! Makes you a bit sad doesn’t it? How about relaxing  at the beach without a red stripe?Seriously! Just think about that shit! Let it run thru your brain, shit on your left hemisphere and vomit on your right. It’d be a sad day.

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What?

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I turned 25.

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He turned 24.

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We partied.

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The ladies partied.

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I think I partied too hard.

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TRI-POD!

 

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I also gave Paolo a figure four leg lock.

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I drank a lot of coffee this year. Smoked a lot too. I missed it. As arbitrary as having Carmels?

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Thanksgiving came.

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I ate this plate. I felt like shit after. 

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Then hours of Guitar hero world tour to try and work off whatever I could.I have to say, it was a great day.


 

 

I gave up my Iphone to Leets a couple weeks back. There is nothng to be missed with that piece of shit. I’m a Blackberry guy and now I know it. I need the physical keyboard not the virtual bullshit.  Anyways, this blog took a couple days to organize and methodically plan out(yeah right)! There are  things that I prolly left out but I don’t care. There were things I chose to drop. For the rest of the year up until now, check the previous posts. It’ll lead up until now, kinda. I blazed thru Christmas like a Tiger on fire.Then came 2009 knockin on my door like a crazed Landlord looking for 6 months of past due rent.

As I sat on Jr’s couch twisted out of my mind. I had a point of clarity. I don’t remember everything because the Jameson had already seeped thru my system but I remember being content. I mean did a lot of things this past year. I’ve gone thru the thick of it. Planned for the worst and got the best. That just shows how you don’t ever know what may happen. I decided this year not to make resolutions. Instead, to focus on things with a certain sense of naiveness. If you can’t learn anymore then your just plain arrogant. I’m progressing to adulthood. I feel it and I don’t like it.I re-vamped this post over and over again. Finding the right things to say. Getting that certain flow to this mess. I guess in a crazy  year there is no flow, it just kinda happens. I’m understanding there is just certain things you can’t control. Once again there’s that Adulthood.

So here’s to a new year! No looking back on the past for answers but looking forward to a future of uncertainty.In a good way. *Cheers*





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January 3, 2009 at 9:55 am

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