In Hiding


Note to readers: This page will not be updated that much for the month of April as I will be in hiding. Feel free to go through the archives if you ever want to read some good nonsense during this time.

Here are some links for you (all links open a new browser window):

The power of one. Mike Moore explains his speech here, for people that didn't get it the first time around.

Click here to see a take on our chances of communicating with intelligent life.

Click here for a page of leaflets that have been showered over Iraq.

Be good.

Rubberneck

If you've viewed my website over the last few months, you will notice that I have pointed towards the notion that we will all one day be wearing gas masks in social settings. These days are already here for many people. Don't be afraid, and have a great weekend!


The red carpet is rolled out in this case not for glory, but to camouflage the blood that will be spilled.

Although the boy was only in the third grade, he decided that he would skip his classes and stay home. He eventually dragged his little brother into missing classes so he would have company. At lunch, his dad would come home from the factory and the kids would hide in the basement storage cupboards. After their dad would go back to work, they would light matches in the cupboards. One day, the father caught them when he came home early from lunch and couldn't understand why they were skipping classes.

Tahitian Moon


I'm in a cynical mood today. It will pass. I get like this sometimes. It's the chemicals perhaps.

My friends in America are very lucky, according to this article.

Too bad no one was there to stop the chemicals in Vietnam when they sprayed Agent Orange all over that country.

This new SARS virus is interesting and has been very hyped. I think more people die choking on their own vomit or from diarrhea than those who die from SARS per day. Of course, I could be wrong about this and it could spread and kill us all. Of course. Someone send me the graph on this one and shut me up.

When California says that they owe their citizens 3.3 Billion dollars because of hydro overpayment - they call it a refund! I call it fucking fraud. I would love to see me take people's money and then apologize for taking too much and giving about half of what they deserve back. Someone send me the graph on how they figured that one out and shut me up.

When someone needs Congress to pass 74.7 Billion dollars to them very quickly - they call it a good investment! I call it fucking fraud. I would love to see where that amount of money would be allocated. Someone please find me a graph and shut me up.

Have a great day, and remember, there are plenty of chemicals out there to shut us up.

Applause Light

Thank you.

Heart Of Gold


Pontius Cried Wolf:

It's a different world you live in, my love. You walk down the street and they all look at you. The girls are envious that they are not the woman you are. The men are intimidated. They all admire your beauty. They try to get your attention. It took you time to accept it, but you still feel like you don't understand. I used to look at you everytime I walked by you. Wanting your attention. In awe of your great looks. Wanting you. Then one day I stopped looking and you began to notice me. You were so used to people looking at you, that you didn't find it odd at all when people stared at you with intensity. Yet it made you uncomfortable to not be looked at by people. It made me uncomfortable to not look at you that way at first, but it wasn't your fault. I just thought you were out of my league.

Finally, today, we crossed paths with each other again. I finally approached her and looked her in the eye, ready to give her a chance with me. She then said, "Hello!" I nodded. She followed with, "It's been so long since we've talked. How was Australia?" I told her I didn't go to Australia. She then realized that she had me mistaken for someone else and walked away.

It's a different world you live in, my love. It's the world you make it to be. I actually convinced myself that you liked me.

Daysleeper


Chimes Ringing In The Public Restroom

Even Hercules had to leave us one day. It's hard to drink water when you have a tin pail on your head. The monsters all scream the same. The show is very similar to the brain at times. The clouds and flying horses. Bottled water, brown rivers, dry grass, pesticides, smog, charcoal and fresh tar, smokestacks, dead fish on the shore. Nothing's changed at all. Hercules, where are you? Princess Helena is eating soup with me and we are talking about the Dow Jones Industrial Average. Mermaids can only give blowjobs, so don't think that it's worth the hassle. Clean so you do not get infected. See you on the moon.

Daytripper


People in the 'homeland' cheered this weekend while watching their TV sets as bombs were being dropped from beyond the three-point line. They were also dropped from giant locusts in the airspace above. Here is some comic relief.

And here's a little story I found:

Depth Perception Was Shallow That Day

Waiting for the streetcar, which was no desire of mine yet a necessity at the time, I began to notice a trend emerging where I would see nice and exotic cars driving in the neighbourhood I had just moved into. Nice cars (with tinted windows) didn't really belong there as it was a rough neighbourhood. The first week I moved there, a house that was down the street was torched and two people were murdered in it. I could give many more examples of why the area was rotten, but I won't. Anyway, as I walked in the morning to the streetcar stop, I always passed by Jen and gave her a smoke. She was nice and I imagined that she had a rough upbringing which resulted in her having an office on a streetcorner. She smiled as I gave her a smoke and always thanked me as I kept walking towards where I would wait for the streetcar. While waiting, I would see the nice cars with tinted windows stop at the corner Jen was on and roll down their windows a little bit. She would mutter something to the driver of the vehicle and get in the car and they would drive away. I started to feel sorry for her and thought about her quite often while on the streetcar. I feared for her safety. So one morning as I was going to my stop, I thought I would do an act of kindness and have her over for dinner. I asked, she accepted. After arriving back to my neighbourhood from work and getting off the streetcar, I found her on the corner waiting, and we walked back to my place. We ordered food to be delivered to my place and while we waited for it we engaged in meaningful conversation. After dinner, she was so happy and I was convinced that I would help her change her life for the better and keep her off the streetcorner. I became somewhat infatuated towards her and after a couple of drinks we ended up in the bedroom. One thing lead to another and when it was all done, the only thing said from her was, "You owe me some money." I gasped and realized she thought of me as one of her customers! I moved out of the neighbourhood shortly thereafter, hoping to never return to that area again unless I owned a nice car that had tinted windows.

You And Whose Army?


If any of you taped the first episode of the WAR on TV tonight, let me know, I might need a copy because I missed the show while I was playing in my volleyball league. Incidentally, after my games, I went to have a beer with a couple of my teammates and we solved some of the world's problems. One of my teammates was oblivious to what was going on because he was so consumed with his daily life. He, pardon the pun, picks his own battles. I like that philosophy. There are people that don't know what's happening, people who know what's happening, and people that make things happen. I think if you don't know what's happening, that can be a good thing, but it can be a bit naive too. If you do know what is happening but not doing anything about it, you are an observer, a lemming of sorts. If you make things happen, you will know what's happening, and you will also not know many other things that are not happening because of your consumption with your own personal life. Understand what I'm saying there? Ignorance is bliss.

News Reporter Experiment:

My first assignment with the newspaper was to get some clips of a local Rock Star who had made it big in North America and was back in his hometown for a concert. They hired me because I knew the musician personally from our early school days, and also because I offered to do this for the newspaper for practically nothing to get a foot in the door into the journalism profession. After the show, we were allowed backstage to interview the Rock Star and as I walked up to him, microphone in my hand to record his every word, I was pushed by a couple of fans into him. A crowd gathered and then I stumbled into another reporter, tripped, and my arm went into the Rock Star's face. He got angry and yelled at all of us. I wrote down in the newspaper that he was "tired of touring" and also wrote that he was "an asshole" in other terms safe for reading. The newspaper published it the next day and I was attacked by the Rock Star's fans for not getting his side of the story. Incidentally, I was fired from the newspaper who said I should have reported the whole story. I thought they all exaggerated. Happy ending though as I sold the microphone that grazed his face while I tripped and fell into him. I ended up getting $50 for it on Ebay.

The Unknown Soldier


If You Start A Fight, Don't Be Naive To Think No One Will Punch You Back:

I think it was Winston Churchill that said the first casualty of war was The Truth. So I don't want you to think now. Never. Just watch your reality TV tonight. They told me to stock up on my potato chips and groceries and to be afraid and stay inside and watch some reality war TV for the first while. Let the box make my mind up for me. For anyone that may disagree, let's get mad at them! Some will say, 'Those Dixie Chicks, how dare they question the President?' The same people that are banning them are the one's that wanted to impeach Clinton. The same people once questioned their own President. They got picked on, those Chicks did y'all. Who cares what musicians say anyway? And no one asked the other two bandmates their opinion, but that would be asking too much now, wouldn't it? Anyway, there's going to be a good war show coming on soon I hear. I saw a commercial for it saying it was going to start in forty-eight hours. It's reality programming. It's sponsored by many big corporations (oil, energy, space, aero, vehicle, etc.) and YOU, the viewer, are even a part of it! You can vote on whether you Agree or Disagree and see the poll get updated right on the screen! It's syndicated too! Don't go outside and be afraid for your lives!

This is my last war statement on this website for quite awhile, I know it's bad for ratings: Weapons of mass destruction were not used on 9.11. The weapons used that day were the brains of a few men.

Enjoy your freedom today.

Meat Plow


Many thanks to the Irish for the St. Patrick's holiday. It brings out the best in some people. Drinking, that is. It can also bring out the worst in some people. I've seen that too. Nonetheless, St. Patrick's Day is intended for having fun, and not too many days are set aside for that in a calender year. Also, if you are ever in the position to start a world war, you might as well start it on the day while many people are drunk.

Sign seen at anti-war protest: "Just Pull Out George, Like Your Father Should Have Done"

Here's another installment of:

Excerpts of Plans of World Domination That I Found On The Internet!:

"The sex education was to get kids interested early, making the connection between sex and the need for contraception early in their lives, even before they became very active. At this point I was recalling some of my teachers, particularly in high school and found it totally unbelievable to think of them agreeing, much less participating in, distributing of contraceptives to students. But, that only reflected my lack of understanding of how these people operate. That was before the school-based clinic programs got started. Many, many cities in the United States by this time have already set up school-based clinics which are primarily contraception, birth control, population control clinics. The idea then is that the connection between sex and contraception introduced and reinforced in school would carry over into marriage. Indeed, if young people when they matured decided to get married, marriage itself would be diminished in importance. He indicated some recognition that most people probably would want to be married. .. but that this certainly would not be any longer considered to be necessary for sexual activity."

Backwater


My instincts told me that Thomas Malthus was on to something when I learned of his theory back in my highschool days. Perhaps this new virul SARS outbreak is the beginning of his theory becoming a reality. Perhaps it's not. "It is thought the Hanoi outbreak started last month after an American businessman travelling from Shanghai infected hospital workers; he died in Hong Kong.". My first question regarding this is: Who was the first victim? I would like to know more about this person.

When I go to the shopping mall, I feel so out of place. The mall generally drives me nuts. I only go when I have to. I go to the mall to get some pants, and it never fails, the woman in the store will tell me the pants look great on me. I never know if they are honest with me or just want to make the sale. When I tell a woman her pants look great because they are off her, I'm always honest!

Driving in traffic jams is my next topic. So many people have personalized license plates on their cars these days with their names on them. This is not a good idea. Well, I got cut off by one of them and I was tempted to look their name and number up in the phonebook and call them every night at midnight for at least a month to hassle them. I'm not like that though. The thought was there though. I actually know a friend that would do something like that to make someone's life miserable if that someone made their life miserable. For me it's trouble and not worth it - but for my friend it's fun and worth every second.

Spring is here! I'm going to go put my gas mask on and go for a run. Good night, world.

How To Disappear Completely


As some of you know, I don't have any viewable channels on my TV (by choice). However, today I got my dose of television while at the gym. There are about 8 channels I can watch while I'm on the bike. They are all close captioned, and that's probably for the better in my opinion.

So, here is what I observed on the TV sets while on the bike at the gym tonight:

CNN had non-stop coverage of some girl Elizabeth who I've never heard of, and she's still alive. That is great, really, but why not show some other stuff like a news channel should? 60 Minutes II told me that 1/4 of U.S soldiers killed in the last Gulf War were killed by friendly fire (by their own people). Friendly fire is a misnomer in my opinion. I then glanced at all the screens and came to this conclusion: Democracy is being tested right now. Blind faith isn't a good thing, people. Gas prices are rising and are going through the roof. Fuck you if you say Iraq isn't about the oil. And fuck you if you think that bombing the shit out of a country and killing people is going to help the future generations. And if you are so pro-war, then go fight it yourself. The US tested a 21,000 pound bomb, but wait, it was not nuclear. Tested it in Florida. Someone smiled. That weapon definitely wasn't of mass destruction. If Saddam is so bad, why don't they hunt him down individually, just like they did with that Bin Laden guy that people seem to have forgotten about? Oh, that's not possible with all the caves and mountains, that's right. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe people should die. What do I know? Nothing. The human race has always been fighting wars, it's in our nature. So who cares about that stuff, I say again. I'm sorry for bringing it up. Not good for ratings. So then I looked at the sports games to get distracted. No good games on. I then thought I'd check out some of the hot women in the gym, but I didn't want to come across as staring so I monitored the rpm's on the bike I was on. Then I looked back up at the TV sets and saw that China banned some Rolling Stone songs. I then saw something about the footage we were never supposed to see regarding Michael Jackson. I thought to myself, we shouldn't have seen any of it to begin with. Ok, STOP. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. You see why I don't watch TV now? No? I then got off the bike and played air guitar to a Molly Hatchet song I heard on the radio. Bye for now. Have a great day out there.

If The Phone Doesn't Ring, It's Me


Lexus In The Left Lane:

I was speeding down the highway. I passed your car. A few minutes later, I pulled over to the slower lane to let a car pass me, and I saw you for the first time. Your car, the Lexus, was now passing me. A few minutes later, your car slowed up and I accelerated and passed your car yet again. I venture to guess it was your mother driving. You two didn't seem vocal at all. It's a shame too, because you have so much in common. If only you could let loose around each other like you do with your friends, you'd see this. Your relationship would grow in leaps and bounds. And there you were passing me again in the car. You looked over at me for a brief second and almost smiled. I was wondering why our cars kept passing each other until I saw you look at me. Then I started wondering about how neither of our vehicles were on cruise control, yet our vehicles kept interchanging on the highway. I was speeding up, and you were slowing down. You were slowing down, and I was speeding up. We have crossed paths many times, yet our lives haven't let us stay the same speed. I then thought about your marriage, and how you would throw your wedding bouquet. I pictured the bouquet flying out of your arms, in the air, and landing on the ground. And that's because all the other women you grew up with were claimed a long time ago. But that is not a bad thing. You are special. You are worth waiting for. Too bad our speeds were different and continue to be, because we could be together. After passing the Lexus again, I put the gas pedal down and drove away. A few miles ahead, shortly after losing the Lexus in my rearviewmirror, I saw the crows eating at roadkill and realized it was never meant to be.

Conquistador

The Wildcat Ashley Judd, last summer at Toronto's Molson Indy

Bullseye:

It's been a rough six months for me. After I graduated, the early stages of my career I was a workaholic who had no balance in life. That caught up with me and I found myself trying to figure out what to do with myself. I then left the city I was in and moved back to be closer to family. I have recently learned that I am very very fortunate to have the friends and family that I do. I always knew I was very fortunate to have them in my life, but not very very fortunate. I learned some other things. When I was gainfully employed and financially secure, I hardly had any dates with the ladies. When I was unemployed, I had no trouble getting dates. I'll never figure out how that happened. Anyway, I'm still in search of that balance and it's coming together. I have my social life in order, however, I haven't had my work life figured out for the past few months. Finally, tonight, my search for a fulltime job has ended. It's only fitting that I would end up: selling drugs. Well, not those kind of drugs. I'm selling the drugs that help people get better. Anyway, this website helped pass the time over these last few months and I thank you for your feedback. I'll still be posting, but not as frequently. I'm going to try to get a digital camera soon so I can add more value to the site too. I'm your pusher. Have a great day.

Fortunate Son


Click here to understand the 'Rules of Engagement' for modern day combat.

Why do you do what you do? Ever ask yourself that? I did and I'm fighting a war against myself. I'm not winning. I wish I was a good sheep in the crowd sometimes. Maybe I'm a shepherd without any sheep.

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Name that movie:

Vincent Vega: "Which one's Trudi? The one with all the shit on her face?"

Lance: "No, that's Jody. That's my wife."
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Tow Truck Experiment:

The first car I ever towed was an old and blue Chevy Monte Carlo. It was in a restricted area that my boss told me to stick around for the first day. The boss told me that hitting quota in my first day while in that area wasn't abnormal. That made no sense to me, but whatever. The first car was a mess after I was finished with it. I am really not mechanically inclined and I tore the front grill off the car. The boss said that things like that would happen, and that's what insurance was for. I couldn't help but feel bad though. The rest of the day was awful. I was so nervous. I knew my job, but I didn't want to do it. I didn't want to see a car in a tow zone. I imagined I had the feeling of an ambulance driver arriving at a grisly scene during my first day.

At around noon, I arrived at a Ford Mustang convertible that was to be towed. I waited for a few minutes, hoping that the car owner would see me there and plead for me to not tow his or her car away. The person didn't arrive. I then started to hook up the vehicle, but fumbled many times. My hands were all wet from sweat because of my nervousness. I didn't want to damage this nice convertible as well. I looked at my watch and realized it was lunchtime, so I unhooked the car and waited in my tow truck nervously for an hour. I couldn't eat because of the nervousness. I drew a deep breath, put the truck in gear, and proceeded back to the head office to resign.

Aneurysm


I needed to increase the Canadian content on my site, so I decided I would include a picture of Mia today.

Spring Break is upon many people these days. I wish all of you out there travelling safe trips. I leave you with a short story.

It's Not Personal:

My first alien abduction was a memorable moment. It was a clear sky that night. I was looking at the crescent moon and playing solitaire on the picnic table, while the steak was cooking on the barbeque. The patio lights were attracting the bugs and I was humming along a tune by Tom Petty and Stevie Nicks. I then looked up at 'The Big Dipper', which my friend Susannah tells me is known as 'The Plough' over in the UK, and after looking at those stars I knew it was my time to go.

I hopped in the car and started driving out towards the empty fields on the south side of town. I set my frequency to 84.3 on my 'special' FM dial and parked the car after crashing through the gates that had the 'No Trespassing' sign on them. After waiting five minutes, the moment had arrived and I got out of the car. I saw the aliens land their ship (I call it an IFO - Identified Flying Object - wink, wink) and three of the aliens from outer space got out. Two of them went towards the corn silo on Farmer Jones' property. That was at least a five minute commute for them. The other alien stood near the ship and waited. So then I walked over and abducted the alien.

The first time you abduct an alien, it isn't easy. It's not for the faint at heart, my amigos. I can't tell you much more, I shouldn't have told you this much anyway. But I'll leave you with this: Aliens from outer space like their steak 'well-done'. Who would of thought?

Ramblin' Man


Orgy In Your Head:

Swallowing your pride isn't an easy thing to do. It tastes a bit bitter at first, but if you bear it for some time the aftertaste can make it a worthwhile experience. Once you ingest your pride it's never the same. You can shit it out but who wants to reclaim that? No pride there at all anymore. So it's pretty much gone once you eat it the first time. And on that day, if it ever happens, when you swallow your pride - you go in one of two directions. One is oblivion. The other direction is hunger. You become hungry to overcome what made you swallow your pride in the first place. You become hungry to get that pride back. That hunger will fuel you for the rest of your lifetime. Even though you may get fed some pride back, you'll never reclaim what it initially was. And maybe that's for the better.

Strange Days


I used to watch Star Trek: Next Generation after basketball practices in highschool. I meant to put this link up awhile ago, but didn't get around to it. The following link is the website of the actor that portrayed Wesley Crusher, whom I wasn't a fan of (he addresses this). He also got his start in the movie Stand By Me. Laugh with him, and laugh at him. Wil Wheaton's site, click here.

As I've said before, I'm a boxing fan - when it's not a circus. For a quick synopsis of the Roy Jones Jr. fight, click here. The possibility of a Jones-Tyson fight is mentioned. Not only would it be the biggest payday in boxing history if they were to fight, I think Jones would revitalize the sport of boxing. Here's to dreaming for that fight.

Some Lessons I've Learned From Dating:

Never sit in the chair facing towards the TV when a playoff game is on. Because if her story is boring, you'll look at the score.

Never be an idiot and mention that her friend (who set you up with her) is engaged. And then when silence hits the table realize that you may have got the right name but the wrong person re: the engagement. And then don't bother to correct yourself and apologize for the mistake until the next day.

When she parks her car in a tow-away zone, don't say, "What's the worst thing that can happen?" It will.

When she asks for your credit card on the third date - you should run.

Actually, I could write for ages about this. Forget it.

The Lessons Learned From The Esteemed Kung-Fu Class I Took In Toronto's Chinatown District With An Ex-coworker Who Happened To Be A National Champion:

This was the real deal. Lots of respect to these guys and gals. I went only once and stopped going because I figured I had full discipline to begin with, and although competitive, I'm not a violent person by nature. Ok. The lessons learned were that I have lost my discipline and a lot of people can kick my ass.

Have a great day.

Bi-Polar Bear


It has been exactly 365 days, or 1 year, in which I terminated a long-term relationship. It was hard for me to do. She was always there for me. She lit up my life. Some people told me I was too good for her. Some people definitely didn't like her around. She was initially a Player. She was always Light. I'll never forget her smell. I'm still reminded of her from time to time these days. She was a bit kinky, sometimes she let other lips on her body too. Whenever we went for drinks, she showed her presence the most. She always came out on the town with me dressed in a nice package. She made me sick at times. She gave me pleasure at times. She made me breathe heavily at times. She was more addictive than cocaine (so they say). I don't know if I'll ever quit thinking about her every now and then, but i've definitely stopped my relationship with her. As you can see in the pictures below, it seems she will never see another man again after I called off our common law marriage. But can you blame her? Happy Anniversary.


Chicken or Egg:

There is a man I know who has hit some hard times. It could be worse for him though. He likes to have fun and drink the odd beer. It was only fitting that when he was down to his last dollar, in the lobby he ran into a beer representative of the brand he drank the most. The Beer Rep had some $2 vouchers for a pro sports gambling promo the beer company had with the lottery corporation. The Rep gave the man 9 of the vouchers. The man used a voucher and won some money on his first bet. I ran into the man today and he asked if I was still doing this website. I said yeah. And the man told me to thank St. Louis, Memphis, and Calgary for his dinner on my site. So I am doing that now. What a heartwarming story.

Cheers to the man. And cheers to this person who lived the good life of 113 years. "He lived a great life. Obviously, he was well put together. He smoked cigars, drank beer and ate greasy food. He was an amazing man."

Going to California


Who: Me.
What: The title I gave to it was ‘Big Brother is Watching’.
When: June 1999.
Where: Rooftop of the condo I was residing at on Bay Street in downtown Toronto. Sitting on a chair facing westward and overlooking Queen’s Park. Life was good.
Why: In response to a phone conversation with my younger brother who was trying to figure out what to do with his life.
How: Pen in hand, writing in the book. With some cigarettes and a drink alternating in the other hand. I never did send it to him.

Return to Sender:

On growing up: You’re young, you’re going to make mistakes. Admit them and accept them. Have fun.

On big decisions: Every big decision in life you will have to leave something behind that you don’t want to. It could be a girl, car, truck, friends, etc. Most of these things will be gone temporarily if you stick with and believe in your decision.

On family: They will only get mad if they think you may not be going the right way according to their eyes. They should also respect your decisions even if they don’t agree with them. They want you to be happy.

On help: Unfortunately, without help you can only go so far. Suck in your pride and take it – what goes around comes around. Help will always come when you least expect it. Sometimes it won’t. There will come a time when you need to ask for it because you can’t hold out any longer.

On living each day: Wake up everyday and do little things that make your life better or happier. Eventually these add up and become habit and are better for you in the long term. Do something you like for a living, have fun, and good things will follow.

On friends: When they make mistakes, you try to help them. When they disappear and eventually return, you greet them like they were never gone. Expect the same from them that you would expect. If they are true friends they won’t let you down. Many people have no true friends.

On women: If you ever figure women out, let me know, because I haven’t. I suppose it’s a quality that brings us to love women (not knowing what’s up with them) besides other great qualities such as a pretty face and some nice tits too, etc. etc.

On success: This is a loose definition, defining it varies from person to person. It will change over years - try to keep up with your definition and only your definition.

On money: It’s only money, it’s not love. Money will always come, it will always go.

On health: Treat yourself to great food and drink, take care of your body. Without good health you’re very limited. You will hear this from people who get really sick and then recover, take it from them.

On fast times: Keep on going. But be sure to stop and look around every once in awhile to enjoy the view.

On bad times: We need these. Without bad, there would be no good. Everyone else has them in their own ways, and I feel these can make you stronger.

On building and burning bridges: Do your best to keep all your commitments and stay true to your word. The truth shall set you free. The truth should never hurt, but it does because most people aren’t honest with each other.

On giving up and perserverance: It is never too late to accomplish goals you have failed to reach. Most of the successful people in life have failed miserably and many times. Bouncing back and learning from the mistakes is what sets them apart from everyone else. Life is a game; you can start over whenever you want pretty much. If you’re going to lose one of these battles, go out with a bang and try your best. You still may lose the battle, but it’s a long war.

On travel: I recommend you do it if you can. Going places where you have no idea what’s in store for you should be fun and exciting - not frightening.

On music: Always play it when you get a chance – It’s the best drug in the world.

On intoxicating yourself: It’s good to get drunk and escape reality, but only on selected occasions.

On books: They’re free at the library, and buying one is the same as renting a movie or 2 in $. They’re much better than TV and you can also control what you read.

On negative people: Do what you want. There will always be people questioning you. It’s better to be the questioned than the one asking them when it comes to your life. Some people think and don’t act. Don’t be one of them. They judge things they haven’t tried. Don’t let these people get to you.

On the difference of one person; the individual: 1 person can cause so much damage (too many examples to list in history). 1 person can also stop all those things from happening and make a much bigger impact on humanity.

On brotherly advice: Throw it away, really. But if you want to know more about your brother and where he’s coming from, hear it. The best way to learn about anything is through your own experiences.