Micheal Vick, Blue Collar Worker

So Micheal Vick is getting out next month.  How the mighty have fallen.  His whole situation is pretty funny because he had everything.  Endorsements, money, fame, etc.  And he blew it.  Don't get it twisted.  He didn't deserve the amount of time he got.  I'm not even sure he should have served time.  Drunk drivers who kill somebody get less time than him in plea deals all the time.  So while the government was making an example of Vick, real criminals were getting off easy.  Dogfighting has been going on in the south for years.  Now all of a sudden it's a problem.  When he gets out he'll be working as a contractor for a construction company.  Can you imagine seeing Micheal Vick wearing a hard hat and earplugs?  Hilarious.  These athletes are put on a pedestal and forget that they are human beings too.  PETA will raise all kinds of hell for an animal being hurt, but won't blink when humans are being shot down everyday in the streets.  This whole thing is bigger than Micheal Vick himself.  There is an underlying problem in society when dogfighting gets more attention than the death penalty.  I think the death penalty is a bigger issue than how many dogs Micheal Vick killed.  Yes he committed a crime and had to pay for that, but this whole thing has been blown out of proportion.  Some people are even saying he shouldn't be given another chance to play football.  I totally disagree with that.  He should and will.  So let the man live.  He might be pretty good laying concrete.

I need my......

It's now the day after tax day.  I can't speak for anybody else but I always have this feeling that sometime after tax day, I'll get this letter from the IRS saying I owe more money.  They already take too much from our checks anyway.  Now news drops that there are signs the economy is coming out of the recession.  So what about this big bailout?  We still have to pay for all that.  I hate talking money because it goes away too fast.  Maybe I should just pull out the old ski mask and....I'm just playing.  I am not hurting for cash.  I'm thinking of new ways to spend my money.  Should I buy a house or should I show my true "color" and buy some twenty four inch rims before I pay my rent?  Let me stop.  I don't need anybody calling me a....anyway.  Whatever happens...I need my money so I'll hold off for a minute on my big spending.

And The Winner is......

I'm picking UNC tonight....I don't really have anything else to say.

The Search Continues

It seems like I get older everyday.  The only mail that I get now is bills.  My body aches when I wake up in the morning.  I have to shave more often now.  I knew these things would come eventually so I'm not surprised in the least.  One thing has alluded me that I'm a little surprised about.  When I was a youngster I always thought I would be married by now with a nice family and whatnot.  That hasn't happened yet and the prospects of it happening anytime soon don't look good.  The closest thing I have to that is a Goddaughter named after me.  I want more than that.  So I do test the waters a bit.  Does that make me a dog?  I don't see how if I am up front in saying that I don't want a serious relationship.  I can be picky but I can also be accepting.  But I'm still solo.  I don't know what I want...that's a lie.  I do but I don't believe it exist.  So I take what comes to me and occasionally chase myself.  Time is working against me but I'm not worried about that.  I know everything is already mapped out for me.  Whatever happens, happens.  I have to accept it.  Anyone who has read parts of my book can see my fascination with falling in love and also finding love.  I enjoy the chase more that I should.  Oh well.  Cheers to the single life.....