De-Kon-StruCk-ion
My first entry.
Were you ever taught that having sex was a sin? Did you grow up believing that Santa Clause was actually the one delivering presents? How about growing with your first relationship thinking that being a "big time Sap" would get you more play? I am experiencing quite an emotional ride at this point in time...due to De-Kon-Struck-IonIsm
Life for me starts off with not finding enough time to sleep. Sleep has become optional. My Career has become MANDATORY! Sucks but its true. You know how after college or, for some, after high school, you try and find that niche to move into. One that will service your needs and maintain essential activities that eventually lead to the everlasting goal of Success and Wealth. Well, my doubtfullness and search, has brought me into a position where there is neither success nor wealth, yet it compromises my Life and Safety. Just because I am not part of the bigger picture that makes things work. I am instead a part of the picture that says "what needs to be done", or "manage" the parts that do work, but I am the managed one. The "-URE" in the words Bigger Picture.
Well in all my business, preparations for Halloween have come and gone unnoticed. I don't remember the last time that I went Trick or Treating, but I do remember my first costume. My mom bought me this plastic "Incredible Hulk" mask from Toys R Us, and the matching suit. Halfway through the night, I noticed that there was a burning sensation on my bottom lip. Because the mask only equipped my face with a 2 MICRO-meter hole to breathe out of, the surrounding portion of the MICRON hole, rubbed up against my bottom lip ALL FRICKIN NIGHT. The rubbing turned into an ugly ass sore. By the time I got to the last couple of houses, the people would open the door and say...WOW Incredible Hulk...then I would take off my mask to say trick or treat, as my lip was exposed, the people at the door instantly display horrific looks like...GOOODDDAAAMMMMNNNN!! You got some kind of...something on your lip. Well because of that, I didn't get the cool candies, only a hand full of Smarties. Who the hell likes smarties anyway....
Anyhow, growing up in this tradition...it was all about dressing up and getting candy. Dressing up and Getting Candy. Later on in life, it was anticipating that next scary flick to be released...what is the next Jason plot....is there really a Norman Bates Motel. In your adult life, Halloween is just another excuse to throw a party and get some ass. I remember in college, I went to this Halloween party thrown by some Guam students. As I entered, everyone was all dressed up...however, I was just there to party and get some ass. I outgrew the dressing up stage. However, I did sport a Penn State Football Jersey and told everyone that I was Lavar Arrington. I should have worn a mask at least, because when they saw Mr. Splash, they hurried me to the Bar saying we are gonna play "Quarters". Awww...heck, to satisfy the partying portion of the evening, I engaged in the game designed for alcoholics...and got so thrown off my rocker, that I forgot the main reason why I was there...to try and get some ass. I guess that was a good thing, because the only person talking to me and enjoying my presence at the party, was this 300 lb. Guamanian dude, who would have squashed Mr. Splash in a second.
As the night continued I woke up the next morning with the fattest headache and No Ass. It wasn't until the Halloween of 1999...when I opted not to party, but to concentrate on gettin some lovin. Well it worked. I wore my costume on the inside and put on the best facade I could without giving up my position. We eventually made things happen, and she has been angry with me ever since. I told her that we would go together to this one party, and when we got there, it was a party full of "wanna-be" funny caucasians that were playing with spirit boards and magic potion books. I looked up the quick love potion, Splashing Coconut Juice, and the rest of the evening was culture.
Since, Halloween hasn't been the same. Now my culture and family are trying to De-Kon-Struck my past belief that Halloween is a FUN day to celebrate. They are now telling all the kids that Halloween is an evil day brought out by Satan to mislead you into wanting to ruin your teeth with candy and fool you with demonic interpretations of Christ. What the heck...let Halloween be Halloween. But now they call it, Hall-leluia Night, instead of Halloween Night. Shoot, I can sing Kumbia, when I feel like it, but when i have the chance to try and get Candy, Faded, and some Ass, Why should I change? In spite of this current tragedy, I didn't get any of the above this year, so I guess I have to find a new day to move my celebrations to....Ground Hog Day?????
End of my first entry....
My first entry.
Were you ever taught that having sex was a sin? Did you grow up believing that Santa Clause was actually the one delivering presents? How about growing with your first relationship thinking that being a "big time Sap" would get you more play? I am experiencing quite an emotional ride at this point in time...due to De-Kon-Struck-IonIsm
Life for me starts off with not finding enough time to sleep. Sleep has become optional. My Career has become MANDATORY! Sucks but its true. You know how after college or, for some, after high school, you try and find that niche to move into. One that will service your needs and maintain essential activities that eventually lead to the everlasting goal of Success and Wealth. Well, my doubtfullness and search, has brought me into a position where there is neither success nor wealth, yet it compromises my Life and Safety. Just because I am not part of the bigger picture that makes things work. I am instead a part of the picture that says "what needs to be done", or "manage" the parts that do work, but I am the managed one. The "-URE" in the words Bigger Picture.
Well in all my business, preparations for Halloween have come and gone unnoticed. I don't remember the last time that I went Trick or Treating, but I do remember my first costume. My mom bought me this plastic "Incredible Hulk" mask from Toys R Us, and the matching suit. Halfway through the night, I noticed that there was a burning sensation on my bottom lip. Because the mask only equipped my face with a 2 MICRO-meter hole to breathe out of, the surrounding portion of the MICRON hole, rubbed up against my bottom lip ALL FRICKIN NIGHT. The rubbing turned into an ugly ass sore. By the time I got to the last couple of houses, the people would open the door and say...WOW Incredible Hulk...then I would take off my mask to say trick or treat, as my lip was exposed, the people at the door instantly display horrific looks like...GOOODDDAAAMMMMNNNN!! You got some kind of...something on your lip. Well because of that, I didn't get the cool candies, only a hand full of Smarties. Who the hell likes smarties anyway....
Anyhow, growing up in this tradition...it was all about dressing up and getting candy. Dressing up and Getting Candy. Later on in life, it was anticipating that next scary flick to be released...what is the next Jason plot....is there really a Norman Bates Motel. In your adult life, Halloween is just another excuse to throw a party and get some ass. I remember in college, I went to this Halloween party thrown by some Guam students. As I entered, everyone was all dressed up...however, I was just there to party and get some ass. I outgrew the dressing up stage. However, I did sport a Penn State Football Jersey and told everyone that I was Lavar Arrington. I should have worn a mask at least, because when they saw Mr. Splash, they hurried me to the Bar saying we are gonna play "Quarters". Awww...heck, to satisfy the partying portion of the evening, I engaged in the game designed for alcoholics...and got so thrown off my rocker, that I forgot the main reason why I was there...to try and get some ass. I guess that was a good thing, because the only person talking to me and enjoying my presence at the party, was this 300 lb. Guamanian dude, who would have squashed Mr. Splash in a second.
As the night continued I woke up the next morning with the fattest headache and No Ass. It wasn't until the Halloween of 1999...when I opted not to party, but to concentrate on gettin some lovin. Well it worked. I wore my costume on the inside and put on the best facade I could without giving up my position. We eventually made things happen, and she has been angry with me ever since. I told her that we would go together to this one party, and when we got there, it was a party full of "wanna-be" funny caucasians that were playing with spirit boards and magic potion books. I looked up the quick love potion, Splashing Coconut Juice, and the rest of the evening was culture.
Since, Halloween hasn't been the same. Now my culture and family are trying to De-Kon-Struck my past belief that Halloween is a FUN day to celebrate. They are now telling all the kids that Halloween is an evil day brought out by Satan to mislead you into wanting to ruin your teeth with candy and fool you with demonic interpretations of Christ. What the heck...let Halloween be Halloween. But now they call it, Hall-leluia Night, instead of Halloween Night. Shoot, I can sing Kumbia, when I feel like it, but when i have the chance to try and get Candy, Faded, and some Ass, Why should I change? In spite of this current tragedy, I didn't get any of the above this year, so I guess I have to find a new day to move my celebrations to....Ground Hog Day?????
End of my first entry....
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