The Rockstar Dream......continuez.

Ever since I've started playing the drumz, I've wanted to make it big, and be all famous and shit, ya know the old saying, Sex, Drugz, and Rock 'N' Roll! I've been playing drumz for 10-11, yrz now, and so far al it's ben iz Barz, Booze 'N' Boobz, (haha, I said boobz), Sometimez I loose the drive and just want to get a regular job behind a desk, with a sharp looking suit, and make lots of money, But my roommates say I look like a "fag" when I try to clean myself up, so I just shave from time to time. My band haz alot of history behind it, what with al our 6 hour practicez, song writing, breakups, memberz leaving, band fights, band rivalry fights, drummer rivalry fights, trouble on the road, wild sex partiez, and just good old fashioned fun with and without booze, we could seriously fill up an hour and a half to 2 hourz of Vh1 behind the music. Sometimez I feel cursed az a drummer, Not that I think I'm some prodigy, but I can honestly say I am pretty damn good, (confidence, not cockyness), Cuz Drumming iz all I really have, I'm no handyman, not a computer wiz, I can cook a mean chicken and burn toast, I don't clean bathroomz, or do the dishez alot, I'm not "manly" in thoze wayz, But.....I can play the drumz, make people laugh, be a listening ear, and an awsome friend. Drumming iz my only claim to fame, I have played with my own band, for 7- 8 yrz, played in tonz of worship bandz and been recomended for worship bandz, filled in for drummerz in other bandz (that's where the drummer rivalry fights come from), played in a jazz band or 2, Had sex JUST because I am a drummer, and to top it off, I teach drumz to little snot nose brats who think I am the greatest fuckin person they gave ever met and then go and ask there mom if I can come over for supper! What the hell?......I'M JUST A DAMN DRUMMER!!! .....my question iz this, what could God possibly want with a guy like me, no other skillz than playing drumz. I womanize, I drink, I swear, I'm irresponsible, Kidz for some messed up reason love me......I just don't know what I could be worth to him sometimez, .....I'm kinda getting away from where I wanted to go with this.....So I'm starting a new project with John Fieldz which I am very excited to get going, It will be a nice change from my other band for a while, and John haz more of a Buisness sense in the music world, Hopefully one of our first gigz will be to play The Freeway and I realy think we will go along way together and maybe live the rockstar dream after all. Well that waz quite the rant. Thanx for listening, L8er. Age!! ( and leave a comment, I don't write this stuff to be cool......although I probably could).

Right Place, Right Time

So a while back in the summer while slaving away for Pernell, After work I went to Jackson Square by myself because Meagan had better thingz to do, like go flirt with some boy or something, (whatever).
Anywho, I'm at Burger King just eating az normal, I got my friez, chicken sandwich and large coke, everything the body needz. I 'm just totally chilling wearing my Metallica shirt and looking like my normal self, when this kid walks by me. He looks like the ususal 15 or 16 year old, super skinny with clothez 8 sizez too big that are just falling off him, I waz actualy making fun of him in my head, eventually he sits beside me.....I think nothing of it.....he looks at my friez ..I keep ignoring him....he looks again and again......suddenly I hear a voice in my head saying "offer him your friez", Now this voice soundz like MY voice, so I'm wondering am I saying this?.....then I hear it again......I think it's .....God?, Cool! So he tells me again "offer him your friez","NO, I don't wanna give him my friez let him get hiz own" "GIVE HIM YOUR DAMN FRIEZ" and I distictivly remember it being louder and then getting a ringing in my ear......" hey kid? you want a fry?" I ask. "No thanks." sayz the kid. "See." I say to God, " he doezn't want any". Then the kid sayz "Could I actualy have a peice of paper from your wrapper?" "Sure, what for?" I ask. "Oh I it's for Rocks" "Rocks?" " Ya you know Cocaine", " Oh no I don't think so , I don't support than crap". "Oh, Come on!" be begz, " sorry dude no dice!" So he looks away, then I ask "why would you want to do something like that anywayz man?" " You know just to make some extra money on the side. I have another job at Harveyz." "Wow, how do u sell to?" I ask. He tellz me that he sellz to some idiots down town, I ask If I can see the peice of crack he'z got on him, so he handz it to me and I see that it iz nothing more than Literaly a white rock that he must have found. I start to laugh at him, " dude this iz just a rock you can't sell this. I'd beat the shit out of you of you tried to sell me this" " The kidz downtown don't know any different" So then I lay it out for him, and now I know by this time God iz definatly speaking through me. " Suppoze you do sell this to some kid, and then the kid haz big brother who comez with 10 of hiz friendz, hunts you down and beats you to a pulp, landz you in the hospital or worse, killz you, all becauze you wanna make some money on the side?, that doezn't sound very smart doez it?" "No" the kid sayz az he hangz hiz head in shame" so then I ask if he haz a girlfriend, he tells me ya, "Dude, she'd fuckin rip your ballz off man if she knew what you were doing, and no sex for a month at least" The kid gigglez and nodz. Then there iz a bit of silence, "So you wanna give me that peice of garbage you got in you hand?" "Ya" az he smilez an embarasing smile, He handz it to me and I put it in my empty drink cup and throw it away. So eventualy we get to talking about hiz life and family, and school which he iz still in thank God. He iz really having a tough time living on hiz own at 16 with hiz girlfriend, I guess he just needed some Big Brotherly attention, and God chooze me to do it. I don't know why me, maybe because I would listen and not judge or look down on him, I'd just be there. He tellz me hiz name is Richard Muller, (Wow, I can't beleive I still remember it.) , I tell him about The Freeway and give him my E mail and Phone number so he can contact me if he ever wants to just hangout and talk. I give him a high five and leave and then remember about my friez, I look back and the're gone. Wow, I still don't know where ther wordz came from, they just poured out of my mouth, I know I waz not in control of that whole situation because I remember feeling a very airy, light, feathery feeling in my body that wazn't me. That's the first time God haz ever like taken over my body and done that to me. And it waz cool.....I have never heard from Richard since, I hope the kidz ok.

Yellow- God
Red- Me
Blue- kid

Han.

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives. " He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday! " He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends... I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story." I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.! "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable." I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth. Never undere! stimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. GOD Puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.

(I found this on the net, and thought it waz pretty cool.)

My 1th Blog,

So I guess i'm a hippie now or something juming on the Blog Blogwagon. I've heard that I should start one cuz I have some cool storiez that I tell people, so what better time than 2 in the morn on a school night. I've seen other blogz and there'z some heavy shit on them, so theze from time to time may involve feeling and that sort of garbage, ( ladiez feel free to shed a tear). Ok So here goez.....oh, by the way I spell thingz with a Z instead of S just becauze it's cool and it's what I do, so just leave it alone, thanx. Doez this count az an official "BLOG" ...or uh.....How doez that work...cuz it's more of an intro...t..to my blog. Ok I'm gonna need a hand on that one, cuz uh....I want to do it right.....well then maybe I should just stop typing,.... but I can't it's so much fun....YIPEEEE!!!!!.....Oh I just ruined it.......any wayz, stay tuned for more updates.

P.s. props to Big P, you know what I mean. < (see there'z a feeling already.)