"discard my arms and run in somebody elses
tell them your helpless
but you know where the real help is"
-Nocando

think about that for a little

anyways today i was chillin with the little cuzins
we were watching a scary movie and some guy was coverd in blood face down on the floor..

and baby andi asks "is he dead"
my oh my i dont think he is, hes just taking a good look at the floor, and all that blood? he cut himself cutting his nails, hes perfectly fine.

god!

and its funny to hear that one of my cuzins got kicked in the balls, but damn that shit must of hurt.
started my work program today, its fucking hell
all we do is walk around san jose near capitol and pick up fucking trash with these metal trash pickeruppers.

the battle on saturday in fairfield..
it was okay, some known cats where there. borat one it, he called j-jack fucking rey mysterio LMFAOO!!! out of nowhere!
but i kind of thought that j-jack won..::shrugs:: oh well
we were treated like royalty, backstage passes and everything, even got hooked up with a water [notice the sarasm]

the long ride over there was fine, beats loud, although there was the little heartache here and there. but sleep helps alot, and when i woke up we were still far away.

and when we got there, there was still a fucking 1 hour wait for the doors to open. what to do in the meantime? heh nothing

bye "brah"