Thursday, December 29, 2005
May 23, 2005
Happy buzz!!!!
I took my step dad to Red Robin for his birthday dinner tonight. Nothing like corporate bars to make overly sweet fofo drinks that give me that warm happy buzz. I took my family and I to the Red Robin in A-Town by the old Buckingham mall. That land was my old youthful stomping ground every time I revisit I get flooded with such vibrant memories. I swear I have a photographic memory at times. If I had a photograph of my life now back then, man would I have tried to avoid this place. I look back at my teenage years and I was one crazy mother you know what full of laughter and charisma. I look at myself now and say who is this fat out of shape boring Tax Table Analyst or whatever they label me in the cube world. When a person lives such a crazy wildfire spur of the moment kind of life anything could and did happen. I used to get hit on by beautiful girls. I could fall in love at the drop of a hat, make a friend with my gleaming smile or get chased out of Highlands Ranch parties by 8 football playing pussies who were too afraid to take me on one by one just because their girls were looking at me and I wasn’t returning the love. Not to say I wouldn’t have got my ass beat one on one with anyone of those dudes but I was drunk enough to try. Now I’ve added about four inches to my waist and am lucky if I can keep a shinny rapport with the forty year old women I work with. Things change and I’m lucky to have had such fond memories. Right now I have fell off the track but I pray that the only thing that gets me back on is my art. I hope to be that prolific musician that could shape the world with his words and the move people’s butts with my melody and rhythm. Music was supposed to be my adulthood Nintendo. Where we would get together as adults and challenge each other’s music prowess and song writing skills. We would drink slurpees and learn how to rip on the seven modes and afterwards we would go out and chase the women. As I write this I realize that there is no use in conjuring up the past in envy or dreaming of the future in lust. All of those spontaneous capricious moments are manifested in every moment I breathe. (I read Rolling Stone today and Jack Ozzbourne is in the shape of his life and beating up professional Thai kick boxers…Come on now!!!) As time changes so do the precious memories and I’ve got to learn to view them in the grace in which they are received. All this from a happy corporate buzz.
Happy buzz!!!!
I took my step dad to Red Robin for his birthday dinner tonight. Nothing like corporate bars to make overly sweet fofo drinks that give me that warm happy buzz. I took my family and I to the Red Robin in A-Town by the old Buckingham mall. That land was my old youthful stomping ground every time I revisit I get flooded with such vibrant memories. I swear I have a photographic memory at times. If I had a photograph of my life now back then, man would I have tried to avoid this place. I look back at my teenage years and I was one crazy mother you know what full of laughter and charisma. I look at myself now and say who is this fat out of shape boring Tax Table Analyst or whatever they label me in the cube world. When a person lives such a crazy wildfire spur of the moment kind of life anything could and did happen. I used to get hit on by beautiful girls. I could fall in love at the drop of a hat, make a friend with my gleaming smile or get chased out of Highlands Ranch parties by 8 football playing pussies who were too afraid to take me on one by one just because their girls were looking at me and I wasn’t returning the love. Not to say I wouldn’t have got my ass beat one on one with anyone of those dudes but I was drunk enough to try. Now I’ve added about four inches to my waist and am lucky if I can keep a shinny rapport with the forty year old women I work with. Things change and I’m lucky to have had such fond memories. Right now I have fell off the track but I pray that the only thing that gets me back on is my art. I hope to be that prolific musician that could shape the world with his words and the move people’s butts with my melody and rhythm. Music was supposed to be my adulthood Nintendo. Where we would get together as adults and challenge each other’s music prowess and song writing skills. We would drink slurpees and learn how to rip on the seven modes and afterwards we would go out and chase the women. As I write this I realize that there is no use in conjuring up the past in envy or dreaming of the future in lust. All of those spontaneous capricious moments are manifested in every moment I breathe. (I read Rolling Stone today and Jack Ozzbourne is in the shape of his life and beating up professional Thai kick boxers…Come on now!!!) As time changes so do the precious memories and I’ve got to learn to view them in the grace in which they are received. All this from a happy corporate buzz.
# posted by Nick D @ 8:58 PM 
