Homesick SoCal beach city native, now living in Dallas-ish.

If not cited as another’s work or a reblog, all photos are my original work taken by me.

I used to be a baller/shot caller.

I quit the grind before it could grind me up. I don’t really miss it either.

I’m the most laid back, chillest, old ass muhfuh’er you know. Some of you have been able to find that out for yourselves. I cherish our friendships to this day.

I still smoke shit because I like the way I feel when I’m high.

I respect the shit and know my limits.

I don’t use dope to get laid. But sometimes... I mean dry spells suck fr. OH! And let’s not mention if slamming is involved... FML! Wtf was I thinking? Well, I guess I was thinking that maybe I should have to earn the pussy instead of using a substance to make someone make choices they normally wouldn’t. Weak minded people take advantage of women like that. Hopefully one day they will experience it themselves.

Oh, and if you beat up women because you’re a piece of shit bitch boy, make sure I don’t know you, because if I do, let’s say you won’t want to do it again. Or be able to. It’s what I do. The cops love when I do it, too. They show their approval by looking the other way or convincing grand juries I was outside of myself at the time. Don’t believe me, let me show you the ways...

Love yourself.

Respect each other.

Listen to each other.

Take the time to understand people we don’t know.

Embrace our differences.

Help someone in need.

Pay it forward.

If we all took an hour a week and gave that time to someone who needed our help, we would very quickly run out of problems in this world. Poverty, hunger, homelessness, hatred, they would all quickly go away. And all it would take is an hour a week from each of us that we somehow waste anyways. Don’t believe me that it would change the world? Give to someone in need and prove to me I’m wrong.

“Coimhéad fearg fhear na foighde"