migth as well write about it

so i didnt want to say anythingbut like a couple of weeks ago I woke up and got my shit together--just like usual. But I had to go to class. So i bike down 33rd and there was all this police tape up around the apartment building tow doors down from my house. There were also a shit ton of cop cars. Now I figured someone got killed and went on m way.

I was right. Now, for soem reason being like "some kid prolly got knifed i his car the other night," and seei ng the story about how some guy was stabbed to death in his car down the less than a 100 feet form where oyu slept last night are two different things.

It's a really weird concept. Someone was killed right by you while you slept.

I've been reminded of this becuase today I was wlaking back from class and there was police tape up covering 33rd, at the intersection of 33rd and spring garden (aka the ghetto border, or the maginot line). And immediately i said, "fuck me not again." however it was jsut a car accidnet that was cleaned up by the time I got up there.

This whole thing was because I was reading some girl's blog about how broning finchley is. HAHA, how little western europeans know about the hardlife.

just a link

http://www.thatvideosite.com/video/3463

this guy may have figured out how they made stonehenge. PLus read the entry I wrote before this though---it's a doosey

Wanna knock one out real quick

So I've been on this bend of like doom/drone and post-rock and stuff. less like extreme music thats more beautiful and what have you. However after listening to Fuck the Facts (Montreal's best grindcore band) and Built Upon Frustration--i understand that there will always be a place in my heart for music that makes me want to tear another human being apart with my bare heands.

The Fag (sic) Fotball game went horribly. The game ended due to mercy ruling because we were down 21-0. I was great on the line and mercilous on D, 2 interseptions, about 5 tackles and 1 deflection. However other han the Chamillionaire's Club Crew (Paul, Brosef, myself) our team was terrible and acting like fucking douchebags. There's a possibility that we may all leave the team but I want to still play it out.

Tonight I'm going to some haunted house gig instead of the suicide girls tour. Scares over pasty covered nipples. Why am I not depressd? In the last few weeks I've seenenough titties to last me till Friday or saturday.

The exterminator came yesterday and we've already gotten like 6 or 7 mice. Last night one of them got caught on his back and I had to put it out of it's misery. It's the first time I've actively killed a mammal. It's weird to take the life of another thing and then dig it's grave. We give them all names and tombstones with something funyn written on it. However the two I had to dispose of this morning were buried without a stone or cross.

I think I have become more metal than ever before. That and I frighten people on the field because I get all the anger in my out, out there, and use it agaist the other team. I almost knocked some kid out with a block yesterday. Basically if it wasn't for Brosef's inspired play--I'd be team MVP.

Subject: Predicate

Wow, I haven't written shit. I guess I'm out of the loop on a lot of blogworthy news, and I think my blogs about my roomies and I getting fucked up would wear thin. First off, LOL at the whole North Korea shindig. I love how Bush even acknowledges how he is acting in total contrast to how he did with Iraq, despite the fact that not only do the Koreans actually have weapons--but would be much more of a fight in a war. FUCKING FLIP FLOPPER! Oh jesus, the world is falling apart. However there are 300 million people int his country right now and approxamtely 8 of them vote and 150 of them have the ability to remmeber things for more than 25 minutes.

Frankly I'm too busy smooching girls and writing my number on their stomachs.

For fuck's sake, Rich franklin isn't even the Middleweight Champ of UFC anymore--what are we coming too?

Here's something to write about: My history professor (for 20th century European hsitory) has a phd in British History, cool. Howver she is real big on suffragettes, ok. Except today instead of talking about how Europe went from this free west to having only a few democracies left--we talked about some actress named Ellen soemthing or other who also called herself Nell...The Whole Class. She was talking about how this woman was a British Symbol of how they feared modernity and wanted to return to Ellen's time.

P.S. Prof, i could give a fuck how she signed her name. Rememebr how there was a fucking war between England and Ireland for the freedom of the Irish island? No let's skip over Michael collins and Dail and talk about how sometimes she signed her name Nellen because that would show she was Nell and Ellen or she was covering up for.. SHUT THE FUCK UP. I'm sick of this Woemn Right's horseshit. My teacher trying to convince me that some women were scared or killed making munitions in some facotry during WWI is suppose to be as bad as the Sommes? Get a fucking clue. 100 women over the entirety of the war =/= the MILLIONS OF MEN WHO DIED FROM BEING MOWED DOWN BY MACHINE GUNS, DROWNED WITH GAS OR TORN APART/EVISCERATED BY ARTILELRY. "They had respitory problems, headaches and eyes sight problems of the ned of the day and they're skin would turn yellow...their hair red." You think living in a fucking hole with rats, lice, feces and dead brothers isn't going to affect tyou after the war? No one fucking cares--this class has 10 weeks to get the history of 20th century europe in there. That means talking about the fucking history of 20th century Europe, which really doesn't have too many plot points for rich, white, english women. This is ridiculous.

Taking this blog awya from tucker max and toward soemthing else

While there has been more debauchery I want to talk about something else. Handguns. While there hadn't been much craziness when we first moved to the 600th block of 33rd st. Other than one time when a bunch of kid who hang at the corner across the street were almost arrested (handcuffed, int he cruiser and then let go)--things have changed recently. for one the sirens have become almsot constant--the other day was especially bad, smoke was int he air the day had sirens for hours and even a squadcar flying dow our street the wrong way. But while I'm used to the wail of sirens--i'm not used to this:

A few days ago we were chillin' on our porch with a dude who lives down the street on the 500 blcok who sells water ice out front with his mom. For those not from the PHila Tri-State region Water Ice is like Italian Ice. Anyway, we were talking about all sorts of shit--mind you this is jsut after we had watched a bunch of crackheads coming past us to the 700 block (we live on the border of the 600 and 700 block)and behind this apartment building to ge tteir shit. Back tot he story, we were talking to the guy who was telling us how his son was shot 13 times down the street by the barber shop, when we hear:

CLAP


CLAP

And then a few kids running up the street laughing. The dude says "Those were gunshots, I'm goin' down th estreet."
We went inside. Later we confirmed that there was no bodies. btu it shook us up. Yesterday my roomie Brosef said he heard a shot. And today, not an half hour ago I heard somemore shots.

The idea that kdis younger than me have loaded weapons and jokingly shoot them. Is no fun.

But I watched "Drop Dead Fred" Today so it's cool.