well. i'm looking out my belly button window and i see a whole lotta frowns

and i'm wonderin' if they want me around. Jimi's 'belly button window'. Excellent, bluesy track by one of my favorite guitarists and musicians to ever walk god's green earth. his best work, in my opinion, is the axis:bold as love album. I love me some Hendrix. So, this weekend was St Pattys day. In all my years in Baton Rouge, I never went to one of these parades. I guess, growing up in the New Orleans area, I was kind of over the whole catching beads, 'throw me something, mister' mumbo jumbo. However, I was invited by a very wonderful young lady that is one of the most selfless, fun loving people I've ever met. I'm usually not the type to get into shit really, you know, physical altercations. It does seem that over the last few weeks, maybe cause the rock's back in wrestling, I've been a little testy. Perhaps, its the frequency of my outings more than it is me. The longer people stay out, especially drinking, they grow a pair. I wont go into detail, because it is sort of embarrassing that I would hit someone with some "Know your role and shut your mouth before I whip your candyass all over this parking lot" type of stuff. It's what happens, though, when you're out late at night and guys disrespect you. I'm not saying I condone physicality, but there are times when a man has to take a stand. "You have to stand for something or you'll fall for anything." On a lighter note, we had a fantastic time. I've never allowed so many pictures to be taken of me without paying or being payed. The day started normal. The 745am ride picked us up. We decided to do the responsible thing and ride with a couple that didn't 'live life full throttle'. the guy that was riding shotgun, was throwing up from drinking the night before. I imagine he doesnt really go hard to often. Anyways, we arrive at the house where we'll watch the parade. The guy was very hospitable, they had some Ketel and red bulls, cant go wrong there. They even had a band there. I didn't pay to close attention to the band, I was too busy making conversation with two guys I had just met. Me and this guy Carlton discussed music, writing, life, etc. I taught a few people the meaning of Jackson Browne's 'Rosie', but I digress. So, the parade passes, maybe 20 floats, caught beads for the kids in front of us and before we knew it, part one of the day was over. From what I've been told I made a pretty good impression on the folks I met there. That's cool. Always nice to meet good people and make new connections and good impressions. We then rode down Perkins Rd. where they have several bars. The streets were packed. People everywhere, college students all the way to, apparently 40 year olds. There was some 260 pound girl face down on a table passed out, other people trying to start fights, random old guys hitting on girlfriends and wives in front of their respective counterparts. Good times. We made it out that night to dinner with an old friend of mine and another guy I met that day, it was a really good day. I also managed to write a friends paper for his speech class in 20 minutes on topics I was introduced to as I wrote, the paper was based on moneyball. We find out Wednesday if my boy JuJu passed. I felt it was probably a c+ paper, maybe a b. I'm no journalist by college degree standards, but I am really good at writing things that people are usually interested in or they buy into. a.k.a. I'm a good story teller, sometimes and a fantastic bullshitter always. We made it home in one piece, woke up around 5 and had a convo about the day, while another friend was asleep on the floor of the bedroom I was in. I think her thoughts upon awakening summed up the measure of the good time we had the day before. She hears me and my special lady friend talking, wakes up, and the only thing she could muster was shouting the word,"fuck!" haha. Awesome. I know this story is all over the place. I keep getting distracted, but just felt like writing. There are so many details and stories that took place throughout the day that I'd have to write a short story to scratch the surface. A special shout out to all my new friends and not so new ones, Julian, Steve, TJ, Erin, Carlton, Lilly, Shane, Steph, Greg, Chip, and anyone I may have forgotten, you guys are all awesome. I wouldn't change anything in my life right now. Thank everyone who loves me and thank you all for allowing me to love you all, especially you, Erin, you are the shit. I've never really had many girl friends, that is friends that are girls, but this chick is cool as a fan. Hope this doesn't come off as too incoherent. I am trying to incorporate some capitalization into these blogs. It's an effort to not do everything in a bare minimum style. 'Its the little things that make the big picture.' Anyways, I'll close by quoting the rock, "24yrs old. Cut from the Canadian Football League. Exactly $7 dollars in my pocket. U can achieve anything. #Believe" Dream big, be great, and always bring it. 'there is no substitute for hard work' Good luck to all of you, please recommend this blog page to your friends, if you read it, please follow it if you have a google account. I really appreciate any comments, criticism, or anything of the like. I am passionate about entertaining people. Its what I do, it's who I am, and its what I love. Whether this form of entertainment, writing, is my avenue, only time will tell. I do know that I will achieve greatness and anyone who helps me along the way will not be forgotten. I love you all. Remember, 'love's in need of love today, don't delay, send yours in right away' Stevie Wonder. Seriously, live for the moment, we aren't promised tomorrow or even tonight, so call your mom, dad, whomever it is that you love, and let them know. It will be the brightest part of their day and maybe even yours. Miss you Brandon and my sweet little mollie moo-moo, gone way to soon. You guys are gone, but never forgotten. As I wrote that, I got goose bumps, to me, that means you guys heard me and responded. Love always. Til next time, stand tall in the face of adversity and make it your bitch.