he steps out of the car
theres no talking here
looks like he means business
well thats good because theres no work here for him
just work for my fists
along the sides of his face

he swings first
are you kidding me
i hop to the left side
cock back a right
see his friends come running
a quick 1-2 and hes down

the three of them will kill me
givin the chance
so i grabbed a rock
that i saw at a quick glance
come get some you pussies
i said in a trance

then it was black
i don't remember a thing
besides waking up
in the hospitals west wing

i don't get it
i don't understand
how you can play this out
between me and another man

i won't stick around for this
why should i
so you can make me stick around
try harder to get away

fool me once the shames on me
but theres no way im sticking around
to play mr. clown
no more frown

under armor... check
pants, pads, game socks
cleats, helmet, mouthgaurd... check

listen to him talk before we take
that tic....tak, walk
under the bright lights

we step on the field
with intentions to fight
fight for the right...

TO PAAAAARTY!

where'd you go
you just stop showing up,
don't even bother talking
turn yourself around

i called
and you never answered
so don't gimme no bullshit
theres no excuse for it

i don't even know how you could do that
with no morals
no conscience
no nothing...

well its not happening
not this time
turn around
don't bother explaining

todays not your day now is it

soft spoken

no one listens
no one seems to care
my opinion means nothing
unless i start to stare

no one takes me serious
well they will once they know
know that im capable of destroying this room
capable to destroy the hallways
with, or without people
i will prevail on top of all

not with a cocky attitude
not bossing peole around
but soft spoken
like morals are meant to be discussed
unless you start the fuss

then this shit for you starts getting rough

cold feet...

i hate cold feet
its the most uncomfortable feeling i can imagine
i can't sleep with cold feet
im not comfortable with cold feet
no1 one is comfortable with cold feet
i hate cold feet

basketball:

the anticipation mounts when we get on the bus
were leaving for another town
another place were our pride in our team is seemingly matched
but they can't compare to whats coming
we've waited since fourth grade for this
there not going to stop up
ranked 1st in the state, means nothing to this man
we step off the bus, check into the hotel
order in for dinner, chicken parm
try to sleep for tomorrow
can't sleep, want to play now
game winning shots run through my head
i drift asleep
the day is here, team meeting at 10
walk to the stadium, watch a game
3rd quarter hits and the legend gives us the signal
to the locker room we go, stretching, dressing
leaving any signs of fear at the door
this is our time
our time to shine
we get the speech
im nervous, im ready
we're nervous, we're ready
we hit the floor wit the crowd screaming
this is what i live for
this is what we live for
tip-off... three pointer to start the game off........


exhausted, relieved
the score reads 74-51
devils are in the championship game

Summer...
i look outside and the snow is falling
wishing i could press fastforward
i know i'll be in for this one, dreamin of those summer days

i want to walk around in shorts and a tee shirt
i want to go swimming when i start sweating
i want this snow to end

the roads are covered in slush
and will stay this way till summer comes

life goes on
so they all say
but whose to say todays your day
or todays not your day
maybe todays the day i lose it
let it all go
or maybe todays the day i find a meaning to be here
like its a struggle to do that anyways
we all have dreams and future aspirations
but whose going to be there when we realize that it just might not happen
these are the struggles i deal with daily
just thoughts of hopelessness when things go so good and it all stops out of nowhere
who are those of you sent to help
who

my first

so for the first time, I like many others got my first DWI one of these past weekends in potsdam on my way home. After a fun night of partying at a frat house our DD had decied to get completly trashed to a point of non-stop puking. Almighty me decides to step up to the plate and take one for the team. we walked to the car, everything was fine. turned her on got the lights on, loaded the four of us up, took off, driving perfectly between the lines until we got to clarkson. the lights came on, i pulled over... "what the fuck". longer story short. i had a inadequate license lamp... a.k.a personally i was fine to drive but due to a dim light on the back of the car i got a DWI... blew a .1 by the way

leaving the driveway with no intentions of stopping
even over the radio you can hear the engine knocking
he speeds off with the tires smoking
he sees the flashing lights and thinks "are they joking"
he lets off hoaxing the gas petal
a signal with some brakes, fake
he sees the ledge off the hill
gaurd rails won't hold back
it happens so sudden
its over with nothing left to give...
the black smokes tell the rest of the story...

Theres blood on the asphault
But no one around
"what just happened here?"
--"i just took care of some clowns"
the voice stepped out of the shadow
with blood dripping to the concrete
he grabbed me by the troat, lifted me off the ground
his lock is to strong, i;m struggling to breath,
like a page from sin city, its hard to believe
--"you see where they went?"
"No..." barely slips my lips
Gun shots go off
His grip lessens, he drops to his knees
He falls backwards: and whispers from his back,"Get em' for me kid"
I've no idea who this thing is or who shot him
but curiosity always killed the cat.

Driving through Flackville almost into Canton the air has a strong cent that paralyzed my nose, not one of those of a morning fresh breeze, not the calming fragrance of Fresh hay but that of fresh Crap! the putred smell has me wondering if i'll ever be able to smell the same way again. There to my surprise i see the tractor launching globs of steaming fresh fertalizer al over his field. Before i knew it, the morning breeze is back.

It was a shady cold morning walking to a friends house like usual for a ride to class. On my 9 block journey about halfway i see 2 high school-ers on their way to school dressed in their newest clothes trying not to get dirty so the were taking hops and leasos over the sidewalk puddles. I couldn't help but hear the two speaking, one says to the other "School friggin sucks, I can't wait to get out of here." I laughed to myslef and thought, "I was there once"

She was the kind of girl who,
worked to support her family
spent any and all time with her family
worked over night shifts for christmas time
didn't have excuses
didn't take no for an answer
was a closet smoker
planned days out a week in advance
used to binge with alcohol, and anything else
slept with anyone that would whistle at her
once slept in a dumpster.

Theres a morbidly obese lady taking out her garbage with a child in hand and terrier like dog at her feet., when i think an absurd thought, whats in her garbage!? so heres what i thought of
1. left over food that was never ate
2. paper towels from cleaning up that little rat-like dogs messes
3. opened letters with credit cards inside
4.Baby diapers (loaded)
5.Clothing tags from her child's new cloths
6.ROTTING baby food
7.Cloths to small for the children

Then what about what would be in her safe"
probably bank statements, social security cards, and more then likely receipts

Trapped under your own protection she walks like a stick trying so hard not to go out of her limits. What perfect timing this is, just headed back to work with a 20 minute walk that would be 10 with no rain.

I stumbled out the doorway going on my journey to a friends house when i hit the cool fresh air, it practically punches me in the face where i then start feeling the cold rain start and slap me with every drop that hits my exposed skin. Winds are picking up pushing against my body. I reach state street where i see a familiar face, its Joe Brenno of the DPW. He sticks his head out and yells "Hello Wes", in doing so his hat flies off his head into the street. in that instant i heard the brakes lock up on the city truck.

As he speeds away from the suburban home blaring metallica's "turn the page" he hammers the gas petal only to see the flashing lights behind him. "No stopping now" he thinks to himself while screaming with the radio. He heads for town where traffic is low but not to reasonble past the speed limit. He weaves in and out of traffic, barely mssing cars, when in the blink of an eye it was done. He wakes up to the flashing lights and mumbles "where am i"

Well, the old beat up chest toy chest that still had an iron cast lock just didn't seem to have enoug toys so my 3 1/2 year old brother and I took all the toys out and started playing some random hide and seek type game... well to put it al together quickly, Tom hid in the play chest and i knew it... so i locked him in there, unintentionally. well the best part is was that he was locked in there for about 20 minutes before my dad somehow broke the lock and let that little psycho out of the chest just to chase me around for the next 2 hours. i could of swore he was dying due to his temporary case of claustrophobia.

Mornings suck when you wake up to early and you can't get back to sleep. You just lay there with no objective, or ambition but to lay there and wait until you have to get up. So what are you supposed to do? are you supposed to chill out and wait for the alarm to come on or do you force yourself to grab the bong, pack 2-3 hits, and g to town from there.

well i figure that if im going to start doing this blog i might as well make it as interesting as possible. But then again, how do i make mine more interesting than yours? well we'll just have to see. the next couple of blogs im going to post are those that are written down in my notebook for our creative writing class. hope you enjoy