Fat Matt

I was walking home one cool autumn day when I turned onto a long narrow street not far from where I lived. I had once seen some tough looking punks bullying some little kids on this street a while back and was always afraid that I would meet up with them again. And sure enough, this day I would. I was almost near the end of this long street when three big kids turned the corner. Just by looking at them you could tell they were sixth graders, you could just see it in their eyes. Two of the kids were about equal in size, I didn’t get their name. But the third kid, the leader of the pack, was huge. He stood at least five feet tall and probably weighed one-hundred and thirty pounds. His name was Matt. I call him Fat Matt in my head. He wasn’t all that fat, he was built more like a football lineman. I knew I was in trouble. I started to cross to the other side of the street but they quickly intercepted my path. “Where do you think you’re going?” Matt demanded. “Home” I stammered. “I don’t think so,” said Matt. Then it happened. Matt’s sidekicks each grabbed one of my arms and held them out to the side. “Uh oh” I thought. This was the ultimate bully pummeling position. I was a goner. Matt started to crack his knuckles with an evil smirk on his face. And then something came over me. I wasn’t going to let this happen. Adrenaline surged through my veins and I felt very strong all of a sudden. With my newfound strength and courage I thrust my arms out, grabbing both of Matt’s sidekicks by the neck. I swung both of them in towards me, clashing their skulls against each other. They fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Matt’s look of astonishment on his face was quickly replaced by a look of pain as I shattered his nose with my fist. “You...you broke my nose!” Matt screamed. “I’m going to kill you!” “Not today” I thought as I kicked him in the balls. Fat Matt slammed to the ground and lay beside his two friends. I stood over them for a few seconds, admiring my work. And then I ran as fast as I could. I ran all the way home. When I got home I was so excited. I called my friends and went over to their house. Incredibly enough, once I had finished the story my friends weren’t all that happy for me. “You’re proud of the fact that you beat up three sixth graders?” my friend Chris asked. “Of course” I responded. “But you’re twenty four years old.” he said. They just didn’t get it. Yes this happened just two weeks ago. But much like slaying an evil dragon, taking down a sixth grade bully is an incredible accomplishment no matter what your age is. Fuck you Fat Matt. I hope your balls are brused and hurt for weeks.

Insert Gun In Mouth Now

I just spent 3 hours filling out applications so I can get a job. It was quite irratating to fill out the shift manager application for Pizza Hut. The site kept crapping out plus I'm hungry and wanted to finish the applications and MGHSFB blog first. I am hoping one of the ten or so applications works out cause I need money for cymbals and other various things. On a side note, I may be starting a second blog for any guitarist out there. I will be putting up wiring diagrams from pickup setups, hot-rodded pickup setups, pedal wiring, amp wiring, and circuitboard work to actual guitarist pedalboards and amp setups. You may be familer with guitargeek.com and if you aren't they did this but haven't posted anything new since 2002 or so. The link will be up soon, probably Monday, and I will do Monday and Friday threads and every once in a while a Wednsday thread. Keep the eyes split.

Monday: Part 2

Just got home from band practice and the dog had knocked over his kennel again. I realized if he keeps this up his muscles will become weak and he would serve as, not much, but I'm sure pretty good veal. Alex and I are working this week without Mikey, which means no vocals and no bass. Surprisingly we hammered out a new song and it has hope. I'm really enjoying the direction we're heading and can only hope that there will be more to come. We have a show closing in but there is still time to solidify a few things. Most importantly we're trying to sell some damn tickets and nobody wants to go because they don't know what we sound like. Mikey is drawing a logo for a recording studio so we're going to get, at least, one song up soon.

Rude Awakening and The Burrito Project

It's now an hour and a half after waking up and I have been trying to get back to sleep. I'm running on 4 1/2 maybe 5 hours of sleep and I have band practice around lunch time. Oscar (my dog) flipped his kennel and got his claw stuck in the mesh sides. He began screeching and woke me up. I go running into the living room thinking "My dog is dying, great!". After a good 2 minutes of struggling I got his claw out of the mesh. Once I got back into bed I was awake.

On to some of the charity work I talked about. I haven't started working yet, but this is one of the groups I will be working with as soon as I can.

FORT WORTH BURRITO PROJECT:

The Project is a guideline for serving people in your community. The homeless and hungry are people. They are our sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, and parents. The Project is a respectful extension of our collective dinner table. A way to recognize people who through out the day are often ignored, and even demonized. The Project recognizes the problematic nature of our nation's and world's homeless situation. There is no sermon or lecture. Burrito project offers substance in the form of a handshake, eye contact, warm food, and even some hugs. The project is not a solution, it is a step by step, DIY (Do It Yourself) outline for a way to get involved. The Project is there for you to expand.

Take your rice, black bean and corn mix...

..and your refried beans...

roll it all into burritos for a quick, easy, and most of all, filling food.

We all need to get out and help those in need, especially with the economy crumbling down on us. The homeless rate is rapidly growing and its us to all of us to reach our hands down and help lift up those less fortunate than us.

Starting a blog

Well, I finally fell victim to the blog-machine. I broke down and started this cause I'm cancelling the myspace account soon. There are too many bots and people I don't want to remember from high school. For anyone that doesn't know me at all: I'm a musician, I play drums in a post punk band from the DFW area in North Texas called Think Again, and music is everything to me. There is a pretty good chance that 90% of what you will see on here will be based on my band. I'm also currently getting into charity work in the DFW area because there are people left out on the streets starving everyday and the least any of us can do is go out and help feed them and give them company along with a feeling of hope.