So this homsexual Hispanic man approaches me just as I pull up to my house on my bike. He’s like is, “Kavikant Lal here?”
"Hi, I am from BLAH BLAH BLAH"
Then he goes on to try to convert me to become a democrat, by using statistics he pulls out of his ass.
"Did you know that most 18-25 year olds are Democrats?"
I’m like whatever if I’m going to change my party affiliation, I will do it after I do research on the canidates”.
Then he pulls out with this, “You know most people tend to be Democrats because they are uneducated?”
OH HELL NAW MOTHAFUCKA, YOU CALLIN ME UNEDCUMACTADED?
Are you trying to get me to change Political Parties by calling me a dumbass?
Side Note: I used to be like this guy, not the gay Hispanic part, but the “trying to convert people” part, but instead with religion. Then I learned, that most people do not take kindly to having "THE TRUTH" Atheist shit stuffed down their throat, plus I just didn’t give a fuck anymore. Statistically speaking you will live a happier life with Jesus, than I ever will without him. And then I realized that why the fuck should I come around and say all these things about something that makes them happy? So I dropped that whole “Religion War thing”.
Okay now going back to the gay Hispanic man, well that was the end of the story, but then I had to leave to the bank (Inside Safeway). (Side note: I hate black people.) I am strolling along minding my own business. THEN I hear a voice from a dark colored Escalade SUV, “Aye let me get a dolla!” (It wasn’t a question so it deserves an exclamation mark cos of the way she said it). I’m like “FUCK NAW NIGGER I DO NOT “GOT A DOLLA”, YOU ARE IN A MOTHERFUCKING 40,000 DOLLAR SUV BEGGING PEOPLE FOR MONEY AS THEY WALK INTO A GROCERY STORE”…is what I wanted to say, but I kindly said “I’m sorry I don’t.”
I do my bankly business and walk out. That same black bitch walks out of her 40,000 SUV and says to me “You got my dolla!”
WHY THE FUCK IS IT MY RESPONSIBILITY THAT YOU HAVE NO MONEY?! WHY DO YOU EVEN COME TO A GROCERY STORE, SIT IN THEIR PARKING LOT, AND BEG FOR MONEY FROM STRANGERS? Why is it okay for strangers to ask other strangers for money? And not ask for the money, but DEMAND it.
…And that, you homosexual Hispanic, is the reason I am a Republican.
When I found out about this guy: Richard Trenton Chase
"(May 23, 1950 – December 26, 1980) was an Americanserial killer who killed six people in the span of a month in Sacramento, California. He was nicknamed “The Vampire of Sacramento” because he drank his victims’ blood and cannibalized their remains. He did this as part of a delusion that he needed to prevent Nazis from turning his blood into powder via poison they had planted beneath his soap dish.
After leaving his mother’s house (believing she was attempting to poison him), Chase rented an apartment with friends. Chase’s roommates complained that he was constantly intoxicated on alcohol, marijuana, and acid. Chase would also walk around the apartment nude, even in front of company. Chase’s roommates demanded that he move out. When he refused, the roommates moved out instead.
Once alone in the apartment, Chase began to capture, kill, and disembowel various animals, which he would then devour raw, sometimes mixing the raw organs with Coca-Cola in a blender and drinking the concoction like a milkshake. Chase reasoned that by ingesting the creatures he was preventing his heart from shrinking.
On December 29, 1977, Chase killed his first known victim in a drive-by shooting. The victim, Ambrose Griffin, was a 51-year-old engineer and father of two. After the shooting, one of Griffin’s sons reported seeing a neighbor walking around their East Sacramento neighborhood with a .22 calibre rifle. The neighbor’s rifle was seized, but ballistics tests determined that it was not the murder weapon.
On January 11, 1978, Chase asked his neighbor for a cigarette and then forcibly restrained her until she gave him every cigarette in the house.
Two weeks later, he attempted to enter the home of another woman but, finding that her doors were locked, walked away; Chase later told detectives that he took locked doors as a sign that he was not welcome, but that unlocked doors were an invitation to come inside. He was later chased off by a returning couple as he pilfered belongings from their home and urinated and defecated on their beds and clothing.
Teresa Wallin was Chase’s next victim on January 21. Three months pregnant, Wallin was surprised at her home by Chase, who shot her three times, killing her. He then had sex with the corpse, mutilated it, and bathed in the dead woman’s blood.
Two days after killing Wallin, Chase purchased two puppies from a neighbor. He killed them and drank their blood.
On January 27, Chase committed his final murders. Entering the home of 38-year-old Evelyn Miroth, he encountered her friend, Danny Meredith, whom he shot with his .22 handgun. Stealing Meredith’s wallet and car keys, he rampaged through the house, fatally shooting Miroth, her six-year-old son Jason, and her 22-month-old nephew, David. As with Wallin, Chase engaged in necrophilia and cannibalism with Miroth’s corpse.
A six-year-old girl with whom Jason Miroth had a playdate knocked on the door, startling Chase, who fled the scene in Meredith’s car, taking David’s body with him. The girl alerted a neighbor, who alerted police. Upon entering the home, police discovered that Chase had left perfect handprints and shoe imprints in Miroth’s blood.
Chase returned to his apartment on Watt Ave., where he drank David’s blood and ate several of the child’s internal organs (including the child’s brain) before disposing of the body at a nearby church.”
So don’t take offense to this, this is just my opinion.
But so i was looking through joe’s music and i honestly dont listen to some of that music
and i explained i still listen to falloutboy, blink182, paramore, weezer, smashing pumpkins blah blah blah and kavi saids “That means you havent…
It wasn’t what Kavi really meant, we were just indulging in our own music preferences. It has nothing to do with being mature to listen to music like what I’ve learned at concerts. Music was meant for everyone to enjoy and listen to. Any age group can listen to whatever music they want to like how I’ll throw on some classic rock on a sunny day driving or how I listen to slow Jazz on rainy days.
Now the reason you couldn’t recognize any of the bands in my itunes was because they’re usually all indie bands. They’re not really played on the radio because their sounds are different than main-stream music. Some experimental, some just never got popular with the crowds but their music is still great.
I actually knew all the bands in there thats why i was saying them. Never really listened to them intently but i knew who they were from listening to my sister’s itunes.
But yeah i just take offense on how your saying i don’t understand good music, like im really listening to miley cyrus/justin bieber..I’ve been around music my whole life so many different kindds of music you wouldn’t understand.
My definition of indie, which i created when i was in 8th grade was
“A band that isn’t signed or isn’t on mainstream radio”
WARNING: There are motherfucking coyotes running around in the mean streets of Elk Grove
Swear to motherfucking Buddha. Around 2:40 AM (Sunday Morning) i saw a motherfucking coyote cross the road while i was dropping my friend Robin home. A MOTHERFUCKING COYOTE!!!! It was right behind my motherfucken house too! East Stockton Blvd and Sheldon Rd. A MOTHERFUCKING COYOTE!!!! And about 100-200 meters away was a dead raccoon. Elk Grove has some crazy ass shit.
You ever in that state where you are half asleep and half awake? And theres people talking, or worse the TV is on and then you start entering a dream and the dialog and the direction for the dream is done by what you hear?
That happened to me today, but while COPS was playing on my TV. SCARIEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE. I almost shat my dreaming self.
PS. Passion Pit concert last night:
1. The Middle East-one of those bands that suck live, but recordings sound awesome! And an epic bearded man with epic hobo hair carrying a rain stick doesnt hurt.
2. Mayor Hawthorne- Sucks a bag a dicks.
3. Passion Pit- high energy shit, but his notes got a little scratchy when he went really high.
Oh there were assholes harassing old people. I mean old people at a concert is pretty fucken weird to begin with, when they start dancing that just ups the antsy, and when they dance and sing a long that gets creepy, but harassing them is out a line.
And oh people that get pissed because of other people pushing while dancing and shit. People like that should stay home.
was awe… wait for it.. SOME![I cannot quote Barney because I am such a TED] AWESOME! I might[will] post up pictures later. They’re all in pretty bad quality [so was Passion Fruit at times, but its okay] haha. But who cares, I got to see one of my favorite bands! [You guys should have been there it was AWESOME. And then I punched a guy and knocked his ass out for looking at me the wrong way. I also kick this guys ass for harassing and elderly gentleman and his wife].
So the other night, some friends and I tried to go “Ghost Hunting”. That idea came up when I was at a friends house and my friends little brother’s, friend asks us if we wanted to go ghost hunting. After laughing for a good 5 minutes I said “Hell yea”. The guy said that there was an old abandoned mental hospital down Khols and Borders. After laughing for another 5 minutes i say “lets do it”. 1hr later after finding the place we go out to this sketchy ass road. Park our cars in a neighborhood and proceed past a rrtrack. This place gets really fucken dark all of a sudden. We get like 500 into the sketchy road when we just thought it would be a better idea if i brought my truck and had the rest of the people hop in the back. Do that and proceed to the end of the road, which turns out to end in another 700 ft of where we were. We pass the end and try to find a way to keep going to this alleged “abandoned mental hospital”. We take a turn and just end up at 7 ft high barbed wire fences. We end up at a random ice factory. So we turn around and this point I wanted to have a little fun. When we got back to the end of that road I stopped the car and bust out with my theatrics.
"Look! whats up there?! YOU GUYS DONT SEE THAT?!!!!! UP THERE!! LOOK". I gas my car up to about 70mph, scare the shit out of the 5 odd guys in the back of my truck and almost end up getting airborne in my 1/2 ton truck.
We decided to take 2. We walk down the sketch road again and try to pass the end of the road and proceed on to the field to get to this alleged “abandoned mental hospital” (which at this point I am convinced that there is none). We have to climb a downed tree, then all of a sudden a car rolls up. We panicked. Everyone tries to get cover behind some trees. Someone says, “i think its a cop.” I’m like fuck, half the kids here are 17 yrs old, I am about to get fucked with this kids here.” The car stops right in front of us and stays there for a good 20 seconds, then turns around.
Now we decide to go into the field which we see as a farm and we try to go to the dark barn we see on the farm. We hop a fence and as soon as we walk 10 ft I see a house with their lights on about 60 ft to our left. At that point I bolt back cos I really do not want to get busted for trespassing with minors.
MISSION FAILED. No ghosts.
My new prerogative is to find sketchy ass places in and around Elk Grove to find “Ghosts”.
Seriously though, I can’t get over how many discussions I’ve had w/ my uncle lately. I normally don’t say as much, but I think about it more later. The topics of today was selfishness, materialism, self-esteem/confidence, priorities, and what’s ‘right.’