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| I'm sitting here reading these online news articles about what happened
to Ronnie White and all I see are comments from conservatives and
racists saying it's a good thing this dirty, yellow-eyed, drug
peddling, child raping, cop murdering monkey is off the streets for
good. RONNIE L WHITE WAS A HUMAN BEING. He was human
like every single one of us. Times are harder now then they've been in
all of our young lives and Ronnie made a mistake in judgement and stole
a pick-up truck. When the cop pulled him over he made another mistake
and took off, hitting the cop. He didn't know the cop would die, he was
trying to get away. Yes, Ronnie was wrong in both his actions, he was
desperate and panicked.
After they arrested him and he was waiting in his cell for a hearing
those that were supposed to be watching over him took it upon
themselves to seek retribution and MURDER
him while he sat in there, defenseless. Then they left him sitting
there so it seemed like nothing had happened. First they tried to rule
it as a suicide but after the autopsy it became clear that with a
broken neck and apparent asphyxiation he didn't do it to himself.
I'm not gonna be one of those kind of people that just because a friend
is dead forget everything that happened in the past or went into his
incarceration. He wasn't a model student or the perfect person. Ronnie
did wrong. As much as it hurts to say this about a friend that has
passed, or a friend period, the man was a criminal. But like the
criminals in this country he deserved his right to a fair trail and, if
convicted, to serve his time he was sentenced. Even if he were given
the death penalty, which I highly doubt, this is still be unjustly
handed out justice. He would have had time to think about what he did,
who it affected, and to repent and ask for forgiveness for what he did.
A chance to at least try to do something to make up for it. Now that
chance has been stolen and destroyed in an act of hate and vengeance.
Ronnie deserves justice for what's happened to him. REAL JUSTICE.
Not street justice. No eye for an eye. No kill my mans and I'll kill
yours. Two wrongs never make a right. Violence only begets more
violence. True, I am outraged and appalled over what has happened to a
friend of mine but the only way to make sure that justice is served in
his honor isn't to find who did it to him and take them out. They've
got to face justice in the court and become subject to the full extent
of the law... Even though I know that if they get off I'll be
interested in other means of having them pay.
Ronnie wasn't a monster. He wasn't a terrible person. He was a human
being who, like all humans, made mistakes. He should have had to face
the consequences of his actions, not the wrath of those who watched
over him. He killed a cop and that was terrible, point blank. I feel
for the family that lost a father, brother, son, and husband. But the
son, brother, and friend that was lost in retaliation is also a
travesty. I am convinced and assured that he did not want to kill the
cop when he fled but, sadly, it happened and Ronnie's passenger got
shot in the process. I personally didn't know Ronnie all that well. Not
much more than knowing his face and saying what's good in the hall but
in his death he is my brother and I love him like one. Ronnie will be
terribly missed by all those who knew and loved him. May his soul rest
in peace. Another one of our young soldiers taken before their rightful
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| So I ended up having this weird ass dream last night. I really don't know why but all my dreams nowadays tend to be on the weird side a bit so whatever. Apparently I went to my neighbor's house for some reason, what it was I can't remember. I think it might have been something to do with me planning on getting high and him being a cop so I was checking to see if he was cool. I go over there to try to probe him so I have to ask him some random question to make it seem legit that I need something. Before he comes to the door after I rand the bell I happen to see this white woman in the house who must have been his wife even though I know his wife is black and his kids aren't mulattoes. He comes to the door and he is a lot bigger, muscular wise, than I think he really is. It must have been that to my mind's eye he's big and tough because he could send me to jail even though I don't think cops are badasses in anyway, just a major annoyance. I start asking dude if he got any mail for me from this company that I'm applying to and surprisingly enough he does. He tells me "Yeah, I got a few letters from them of yours. Doesn't look like you're getting the job there though." I proceed to ask him why and it gets fuzzy there but I'm pretty sure he either said because they don't want me or I failed a drug test. And that alone is a bad omen because I have the interview Thursday and I actually am afraid of failing the drug test. I'm pretty sure it was the former of the two though because he starts coaching me on what I should do to pass it. Try to stay calm, and don't get high. Like there's a way to coach yourself mentally into passing one of those things. Then he tells me about some times he got high and how the other people with him on the force would think he was on steroids and such so they were surprised when he tested negative for them. Then I just woke up suddenly to start like I seem to do a lot nowadays and decided that since I found a place to tell random useless shit like this to I might as well since I've got nothing better to do.
I don't usually take meaning from my dreams or anything but if I would take anything from that I'd have to say that it'd be cool to smoke at my house in my backyard even though a cop lives next door. I've done it before so hey, just keep it going, I guess. The other thing I'd get from it would probably be that I'm not going to get this job I'm applying for. Mostly for the test and probably because they didn't like me or anything. Eh, the way I look at it is I'm gonna get the job and then continue to smoke in my backyard or somewhere else on the grounds. Fuck dreams. More power to me.
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Look At Me, Look At Me. Hands In The Air Like It's Good To Be... Alive
2 years gone and back again. I've honestly got to say that it is great to be alive. No matter what has happened, what's happening now, or what will happen tomorrow or in days to come. Life is great. Well, more living life is great more than what's going on in life. It's beautiful, actually. I love my life. Sure things could be better but they could be far worse. I could be dead for one, and that wouldn't be good for any of you guys. But enough of being on that faggy bullshit, cause I clearly am not Dennis Rodman. I'm gonna just let you to start that it's my frist time blogging in a while so my subject points will be pretty jumpy, not really thought out, and more than likely incomplete. I just don't seem to write well unless it's on something I feel passionate about or if it's on something I'm getting graded for. And also it's hard to think of things to type about when your mind is preoccupied with other things that you find more important. And it seems that my mind's been preoccupied for some days now so I'm gonna do my best to talk about other things but I'll more than likely end up making off-hand references back to it but whatever. I don't really have any new, interesting stories to tell on here like I used to do back in the day. I guess that's because I'm starting back at this web diary blog thing and it's always hard to start. I really do wish I had a story to match that of the Chicken Sangwich but alas I don't.
Let's start with something nice and random. I was in a really bad car wreck last year and couldn't walk on my own for a long while. It feel so weird saying that it was a year ago, too thinking of all the shit I've been through since. But anyway, it was bad. It was my first time on the news and I wasn't going to jail. That must be some sort of an accomplishment for a black male of age 16-24. I was missing for 7 days, in the hospital for 4 months and 3 days, and have been doing rehabilitational therapy ever since. I like therapy even though some of my stati might suggest otherwise. I've made so much progress since I've started it's insane. Even I didn't think I'd be where I am now. I don't walk using crutches anymore which amazes me every time I go to take a step since I came so close to losing my legs last year. It's fun because it's like a gym work session with a personal trainer that really knows their shit so it's very cool.
Another random, pointless bit. I've really come to realize how much movies based on books suck compared to the original novel. It's pretty terrible, especially when you read the book first and really enjoy it. You form all these detailed images in your mind of what people look like and all that gay stuff then the movie goes and fucks it up. The Harry Potter movies were good movies on their own but next to the books they pale in comparision. Memoirs of a Geisha - I didn't enjoy the book too much and the movie was even worse. Now I'm watching The Da Vinci Code and I'm realizing how much better the book is. I know there's only so much you can show in a movie while remaining true to the story and staying within the time constraints but still. And actually this movie is turning out to be pretty good now that I've watched half of it.
I'm tired so I think I'm going to bed. I'll probably hit this up again tomorrow or in a few days. Peace. | | |
| Ah.... So it would seem I'm back to this shit huh? Don't worry. It's all a ruse, a joke if you will. Even.....a sick one at that. There's new shit going on in my life that I think you all should be aware of. I'm too lazy to go into detail, that's why I stopped Xangain the first place, usually I start a story and it gets insanely long. I'll just bullet it for you. Details later maybe. BIG maybe.
- Low Brass section leader at LHS.
- Quit the Silver Diner.......finally
- Began working at Best Buy........finally
- Started school Monday
- Broke up with Andrea
- Began pursuing a relationship with Dana
- Got my first paycheck $325 Mothafuckas
- Can't stay awake in school........yet again
- Get no sleep......yet again
- I'll most likely get my Blue Best Buy shirt this weekend. I'll be way too pressed.
- Trying to transfer classes but I seriously doubt it will work.
 - Slowly dying on the inside from enormous amounts of caffeine I've pumped into me
1. Found out last spring. Got to band camp, no one in my section. Now low brass consists of myself, Alex, Ben, and occasionally Aven. It's funny that Ben ('09) thought he was the section leader this year and it's even more funny that he tries to act like one. But only with the freshmen, or "Tenors" as I so affectionately call them. He won't try that shit on any one in his class or up cause they'll get in his face about it. Even the Tenors do too sometime. That's Hi-larrious.
2. I did it like a G too. It was a friday night and I was just like "Yo, I'm not coming back. Don't expect me tomorrow." It felt great. The only regret I had was that I didn't do it sooner. The other day I pranked called them and ordered all this food and the bill was $50+ and one picked it up. It was even funnier because EI just happened to go in there when I dropped Rolando's dumb ass off at 2.5 hours after his shift started. He got suspended for three shifts. But being the dumb nigga he is his reply was "That's good. I didn't want to come in today, I wasn't gonna come in tomorrow, and I probably wouldn't feel like coming in the next time. Fuck the Silver Diner!" I remember that feeling so well. Not the suspension part. But just not caring about it at all. That's a bad place to work. It sucks your life out of you. Best Buy is the shit.
3.Doing the same job that Flor does half the time. It's just a lot of fun being there. A lot more people working there, a lot more people coming in, and it's bigger. That's the thing about the diner I hated, it's cramped after a while, a short while. Also, you start to lose your mind.......or maybe that was just me.
4. And it sucks ass! School is just......depressing. Especially with this "Spartan Hour" thing. I mean, yeah it's great for the kids that have shit they want to take care of during school or that need more time for lunch n shit but those people make up about 25% of the schools population. The other 75% on the other hand are the niggas. Oh, and there are a lot of them. If you couldn't tell by my clearly laid out demographic I just typed. I, on the other hand would just like to go in, get my chicken sangwich, eat it, and go to sleep somewhere quiet. But that just can't be done? Can it? I think not. You know why? Because when I get in the line for my sangwich I abide by the unspoken code of lines. I don't butt, I keep a good distance from others. I wait patiently until I get up to the front, purchase my sangwhich and eat it. That's fine and dandy......but only for 25% of the school. Now for the other 75 line etiquette doesn't mean shit. Niggas jump up in front of the line with their other nigga friends and have a niggaishly good time. I, all the while, and still waiting patiently even though these niggas just came from out of nowhere. But then, the nigga's nigga's nigga comes up and gets in front of him/her and the cycle keeps going on until there is a mob instead of a line. Why the fuck is this? Do they not know what a line is? can they not wait for a sangwich like the 25% of us? What is the real problem? Then when you say something like "Ay, backup" a nigga wants to get an attitude like it's their right to be in front of you. Nigga please. I hate every last one of them. They should die or go somewhere else. ALL I WANT IS A CHICKEN SANGWICH!!!!! IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR!?!? Fuckin A. Then I get to tired of staying in the same spot for 10 minutes because the nigga mob has to settle itself so that the real line can actually move. What the fuck happened to courtesy? What the fuck happened to respect? Humility? I know it's a sangwich but come the fuck on! We have got to get something together here. I'm starving without my sandgwich. Fuck.
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| Xanga, Xanga, Xanga. how you mock me. You sit, and sit, and wait, and sit some more, then wait for me to come back. Like the ugly girl at a party or soemthing. Just waiting till I'm drunk enough to use you. Damn you. New Entry. Shit's goin down in life involving people. Good shit and bag shit. Let's just say we'll talk later. Peace
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