In my buddy’s mansion

In a mansion My buddy owns it. You look around in amazement and think you can achieve THIS from telling jokes, and then the bigger picture is you can achieve anything if you follow your dreams. My goals started at different levels. First I wanted to work the local club, then I wanted to be the middle act, then I wanted to work out of town, and so on. People quit and blame life on why successes are not met. Its not life or circumstances, its the individual who make excuses. My mom instilled in me early on that anything is possible, and I rode with it. I wanted to do everything as a child. I was going to be a news castor, I was gonna start in the NBA for the Bulls, cure AIDS and a bunch of other thoughts that I gave up on. I don’t know if its in my internal drive, but accomplishing things seem easy if you stick with it.


Dear Facebook, I hate to point the finger, but b/c of you I haven’t talked to my family in weeks. Just so I would be able to communicate with my family, I considered creating profiles for them, but that wouldn’t work b/c we only have one computer. All day I’m reading people’s dumb updates and advice on life and somehow believing that you are responsible for my promotions. I’m losing myself. When are you gonna move out or die like Myspace? That death happened over night. No one saw it coming. I’ll try to be sympathetic, but it is kind of funny that you murdered Myspace and everyone here (on facebook) is so comfortable with you. You killed Myspace and now killing families and relationships. You can’t take off on Sundays or holidays? I don’t trust you. I think you have motives. I haven’t trusted you since I did that ad with you and no one saw it. I’m telling you now that I’m taking some time off from you. You’re really nice, I just need some space. Remember this is not Goodbye forever, just until the next time. How’s you mom?