maybe it’s my parents fault, maybe its mtv, vh1, the news and cnn.
but i can’t help but be perpetually angry and agressive towards the weaker links in my food chain.

or maybe its becuase of video games, movies, south park and beavis and butthead that i am so violent.
i love to fight.
i love for fools to act tough to me, because i know what’s going to happen to them.
i thought i was pretty tough, then i started boxing training with a 2x gold glove winner.
he’s tough, i’m trying to be.

so now, i love it when some jamoke starts being disrespectful towards one of my female friends.
not because they get upset, but because then i have an excuse to punk suckers out.

the best line i heard tonight was “you don’t none of this…we got 4 guys with us, 2 are marines”.
me: “so. i’m a former marine, and i know i can take them. as for you and your chump friend…..if you think you got something, bring it–i’m right here”

i think some people say the whole marine thing and mention how many people they have with them because they are afraid of getting in an actual fight. i thrive on it.
i love throwing punches when i have 3-6 targets. sometimes i get my ass kicked.
but most times they end up running.
but in the end, i always know what i am made of, and how strong i really am.
maybe it’s just me being barbaric, but i know where i stand, and i also know where you stand.
and i’ll always stand on top of you.

even though i have this crippling depression that makes me cry every night,
and every woman i’ve ever wanted was either a drug dealer or “in love” with a fat bastard…..
i still know my self worth, and now i know theirs.
and i’ll always know that i am stronger than you
because i can drink alone.
i can tend household chores alone.
i can eat alone.
in fact—you name something you do with your friends—-guaranteed i do it by myself and feel better about it……….