Month: April 2015

7 Things to Remember about Overseas Nightlife

Fast life in a foreign land assaults you without any regards for your personal happiness. One moment you’re enjoying the new atmosphere with jubilation then it all becomes a blur when your left in an alleyway with no recollection of those past moments and your wallet is missing. A series of unfortunate events are bound to happen deep within the jungles of the foreign nightlife, so I made a list to prepare you before your next misadventure.

  1. Always have an outstanding crew with you! Why? It doesn’t matter what club you might approach or wind up in. Whether your ears are enduring the dubstep of Korea or the pop of England, if the folks you have with you can’t generate any command and control soon as ya’ll walk in…it sucks to suck. It’s all about energy no matter where you are. You have to maintain a true see of fun!
  2. Be nice to the Kebab shop! Why? You and your friends are wasted, stumbling, babbling, and incoherent idiots on the early morning streets of madness scavenging for food to eat. Behold! God answers prayers and there’s a kebab shop open! Don’t agitate the generous Turkish folks with name calling. These folks suffer with enough freaks! No reason to call them Aladdin, Borat, or any name of disrespect.  Remember they are handling your food!
  3. Koreans can drink! Why? These folks somehow manage to party until 6am or later then catch the subway to work. It’s uncanny! I can’t even explain it. This is their way of life in South Korea and they own it! Warning: Koreans love shots. So there’s a possibility you might invited for a couple and you could die. I have died many times.
  4. Soju…Why? Soju, a Korean alcoholic beverage, is unregulated. You can drink it one night and feel fine the next morning. You drink Soju another night to find yourself the next morning in an ice filled bath tub with your spleen missing. Too extreme? Remember: I warned you!
  5. American men and foreign women. Why? It doesn’t matter what country, because foreign women love American men. Our charm engulfs them without letting them go. We’re a bit of something new to their world. Use this knowledge to your advantage, boys. Thank me later.
  6. Prague is demented on New Year’s. Why? Prague cranks New Year up to an eleven. An amalgam of lunatics gather together to reign destruction. Trash smothers the streets, alcoholic odors trickle off every one, and the morning sun punctures innocent eyes. It’ll be too late before you realize you’re adrift in a sea of intoxicated Czech people.
  7. Foreign friends equal many perks. Why? You know those hard to enter clubs with over-priced drinks? I don’t. B, my British friend, was a seductress. Somehow, she was able to get us into clubs without any issues. She and I would devise a quick plan for her to flirt with an unsuspecting group of guys then convince them to buy her drinks. She shared the wealth of drinks with me. It’s good to have friends. 

“The Satisfaction of a List.”


Church of Society: A False Concept

Our lungs will soon collapse from the constant pollution of society. We’re born from the womb with a sickness: a deviant monkey on our back mauling us until the grave claims us. Frighten by our imperfections, we seek absolution to become clean. False prophets of society “understand” our internal turmoil and latch onto our weaknesses.

These skulduggerous vampires suck the will from our bodies through psychological manipulation disguised as holy sermons. We offer up our confessions to a counterfeit God, and they offer salvation from our foul existence. They preach against imperfections that counter “righteousness”. Words are coated with the sweetest honey to entice us towards their malicious agenda.

We must fit in with society or be cast out as heretics. For it is written in the perverse scriptures, our way of life is set from the beginning. The gender specific personalities are designated, certain appearances must be kept to be attractive, and stereotypes are permanent–this is gospel for every insufferable soul among society. You don’t want to die without salvation from your wickedness, do you?

It’s a gift the eternal longevity they offer. To receive this blessing, we must partake of fresh poison! Chug the Holy Grail! Who doesn’t want to be accepted by their peers and society? That’s the road to salvation in our society! Cast away all your choices, thoughts, and ideas. Give your life to the church of society! There’s rest for the “wicked” behind their doors! This is the way of our society; we’re force fed debauched gospel then vomit it up just to eat it. Society frightens us with detrimental alternatives of being an outcast when you go against the church. Mere vain concepts of “faith” invented to keep our minds captivated by deceitful hallucinations; we’re wayward sheep directed to the slaughterhouse. In reality, there’s no escaping your flaws.

Our skeletons in the closet occasionally take a walk outside; the dirty laundry begins to smell causing a vile odor to filter in nostrils. Every mother’s child in this world has a story. Thoughts, ideas, and choices are truths chosen by us–we’re unhinged works in progress thriving in a cesspool called society.

Cynical Eyes Scrutinize a Beach


Sunlight maims my eyes.

Sand prickles the crevices between my toes.

Parents unleash their demon spawn on the vast barren land.

The little terrors howl with laughter and hellbent on destruction.

Winds propel waves to thrash upon the beach.

Men and women parade their misshapen anatomy, while teenagers decipher their lustful hormones.

Grotesque feathered fiends scavenge for an early bird special.

Local beach patrol cruise around like a poor man’s Miami Vice.

An outlook to infinite waters harmonzies this anarchic environment.

These are my simple, jaded, and brutal observations.

I’ll just bask in the sun tolerating the scenery.

It Hits When No One’s Around…..

It happens when no one’s around.

When no one’s looking. The night blankets over the environment.

When the television isn’t blaring, and my ears aren’t bleeding under the influence.

No interaction from social media or social interaction from everyone.

I’m alone in my thoughts then introspection sets in the moment.

A continuous playback of memories to ghost of the past haunting my inner psyches.

Never ceasing inconveniences discombobulate my internal process.

As much as it pains me, self-awareness is a gift and curse:

the double-edged sword capable of self-destructive damage.

These are the times of deep reflection.

I never regret my alone time.

I gather myself.

I don’t care what you think.

It’s mine and mine alone.

Knowledge is a Delicacy

Gator nuggets are delicious! Seriously, it’s like a cross between chicken and fish with a mild flavor. Two unlikely species put together for the meat of a delicious aquatic reptile. Squid has a sweet almost almond flavor. In my opinion, adding a bit of hot sauce complements the flavor. I’ve even wondered about other delicacies. Ostrich, bear, moose, and lion are just a few I contemplated about. You are what you eat. If that is true, majority of us would be monstrosities of filth. Others maybe rotten vegetation or some could be protein sludge. Imagine the horrors of that sight. If you are what you eat then what about mentally? Our brains reflect the food fed to our grey matter. I wouldn’t be surprised most of our brains would be malnourished. Sick, dehydrated grey matters craving for hydration of knowledge. As a child, I would often ask my mom what certain words meant. She would in turn give me a Webster’s dictionary to look them up. I would ask for help instead she told me to check my spelling. Most of the time, my mom was right. Dejectedly, I’ll search for the word then give my mom the complete definition. After a while, I began to enjoy the tedious amounts of research. Ladies and gentlemen, that is the example of investigation. It feels good taking time to actually make your brain work. Our bodies need their own personal workout. We’ll make a gym schedule for those sexy, sculpted physiques. Nothing is wrong with that but don’t be a dumbass. Dumbasses and jackasses seem to reproduce like jackrabbits. These mentally challenged critters lack the open-mindedness to expand their close circuit world; they become roadkill within their later years of life. Curiosity killed the cat, but the cat had the balls to explore and investigate its environment. Occasionally, risks have to be taken to acquire knowledge even if it might harm you. There’s always risk involved, but you got to take precautions. What happens when you cross the street? You look both ways before crossing then you proceed across the street. The same idea can be applied to fulfilling your brain with the appropriate nutrients. Submerge yourself into the subject then investigate it to the fullest extent. Ignorance is bliss because the fear of knowing leads down a worse path. We fear that by knowing there’s the possibility of losing something. Not knowing leaves us struggling helplessly or shit out of luck. Is it possible to remain in the realm of rainbows out of fear? Yes, keep on your rose colored glasses. However, I will gladly yank them off then proceed to stomp on them. By remaining ignorant, you’re not experiencing all there is to offer. It’s not a beautiful sight the unknown. A quick glimpse at the devastation of reality makes anyone want to stay in the rainbow realm. This is the world we live in, the place we’re a part of, unfortunately. Knowledge can be manipulated to your benefit; it can be used for whatever you believe is necessary. There’s experiences we can’t control except we can decipher the paths we travel. That knowledge is a game changer. With that in mind, I’ll exploit my knowledge to get where I desire to be.

Good Cause for a Good Dog


Take a look at this Great Dane. Her name is Fremen. She belongs to my dearest friends Matt and Erika. During our military tour in England, Matt and Erika have endured my insufferable antics, partying habits, and eccentric personality. Recently, Erika found out she’s returning back to states sooner than expected. Due to the fact of expenses, they might have to part with her. Before Matt and Erika, Fremen resided with multiple owners. Now, she has a decent home but may lose it too. Fremen is a sweet old lady with a personality larger than herself.  She’s been my pillow after a drunk night, my lanky stalker, and my silent comrade. It’ll be a damn shame for a family to part, so I ask for yall to donate. Any amount counts. It’ll be much appreciated.

Gods and Devils

To err is human, but to

a human is the realm of gods and devils.

From a look of both sides, these entities

are the personification of good and evil.

For a god is righteous, just, and encompasses

all things of omnipotence.

A devil is wicked, malevolent, and nefarious:

a fiendish sadist of damnation.

These beings are given power through

culture, beliefs or implications.

Yesterday’s god is today’s devil.

All convoluted in perverse scriptures

preached by insidious individuals.

Neither entity directly intervenes in the ways

of man.

It’s an indirect nudge toward saint

or sinner.

There are some that masquerade

as humans.

Only mere ambiguous versions

of what they use to be.

Always the endless wager for souls;

an unseen conflict on our plane of existence.