Today is one of those days when I really do wish I were someone else.
I drove into to work today alone. I thought what it would be like to be in my 1969 Mercedes SL. Ill take mine in brown with powder blue leather.  That would be cool.

Went to the Rehab center to have my shoulder and neck worked on; the office is in west lake. Just about undid all the good adjustment, gawking at a brand new Ferrari California. That would be cool.

A co-worker showed me how to see the insider trading for my company. Oh for that kind of financial freedom. That would be nice.
The matram of “thank you god for what I have been given” is harder said than it will be tomorrow.

I really hate to spend money on my self, even if it is something that I need.
Say Jeans. The ones I have on have been patched up 4 times. Each time I have carefully reconstructed them with savage, Bush, witch doctor like precision. So the Daine Seam that is basically a whip stitch down the leg from where I blew them out dancing in church to that Audio Adrenaline song “I get down and he lifts me up” I was doing the splits because I can and the jumping back up, over and over and one time I went down and when I did, I suddenly felt freer and then stopped dancing. One of the Kids Teachers burst out laughing but I don’t think any one else even noticed. So the seams where I stitched them of course took away from the original so each time they get a little bit snugger. And I am not moving that direction. If anything I am going the opposite of smaller and that is a fact I am not proud of but I have been told I wear it well.
So I grabbed these pants this morning. They are so tight I look like Garth Brooks back in the day. I haven’t checked but you can probably see my pantie line. Yep you can. My boxers end about where the pocket material does so maybe that is it. But you can see that, and unless you look like my rock star friends this is really not a good thing. I really do think it is good for them either but Hey I get it; before they listen to me I need new pants.
So for lunch today I am going to the mall. And man I wish I could get these same pants just like 2 inches bigger in the booty. I am wondering if Apple Bottom makes pants for men. I have a big old butt and need some thing to accommodate if you will. Oh lord, enough about my rear,
Tonight I am going to see Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. I am just beside my self excited.
Eli and I went to see them a while back right when Baby 81 first was released and I just in AWE. I am like that when I find something I like I become loyal. Like food if I go to any number of restraints I can tell you what I am going to order even before I put my name in at the hostess stand. Eli’s folks where in town this weekend for his age change date, they are such nice people. It is weird still to me when Adults treat me like I too am one of them. I still feel like a kid, and I act like a kid which is probably why I get treated as one. They treated me as if I were an adult though and I really liked it, maybe I’ll be more gown up because of it.
Seriously I cant stop singing Black rebel songs in my head, I am all walking to the rest room muttering “Red eyes and tears no more for you my love I fear
Red eyes and tears no more for you my love I fear
No more fear, no more fear I’m in love”
No wonder people think I am a psycho huh?

Being a good friend means sometimes telling someone when they have broccoli in their teeth or that their hair looked better with out highlights or when they are being an asshole or narcissistic as a four year old. Guess what guys; I guess I am not the good friend I always thought I was. I can’t say no. That should have been my new years resolution. Stop being a freaking yes man all the time, and maybe I could grow some while I’m at it.
This has been my best Monday in years. I got a free lunch, it made me sick but it was free.

Ya’ll know me I am brown as they come. I have a statue of the Virgin Mary in my front yard, and an car I can’t afford, I have a couple of junked cars sitting there too. I am driven like the next brown man, but what you do with your money is your business. That said, if you sign the papers on a new place and then you can pay for it, and you let it slide back to the man who’s fault is this?  I heard this deal on NPR this morning.

They are calling this reverse redlining. Redlining was supposedly discrimination against minorities not giving us loans. Now the city of Baltimore is trying to sue Wells Fargo for reverse redlining, giving loans to minorities they knew could not afford it. Wells Fargo claims there was no foul play and i belive them. I had to jump hard to get throught the house buying hoops and i have ok crdit scores. The law suit is tying to get Wells Fargo to eat this and let people off the hook bascially. DUMB, and not really fair. I guess what pisses me off is how people never learn. And I don’t think they ever will if you just give hand outs for the sake of one being black or brown. It is the same deal when privileged parents continuously bail their children out of every incarceration. i have a relative that has done this his whole life. I would not trust this guy to go get me a McDonald’s double cheeseburger. He’d mess it up.

Now we have a law suit because the advertising worked and people bought houses they could not afford in the long run. They say the advertising was targeted. Well yeah, what advertising have you seen lately that was not custom to the channel you were watching. It is just stupid.
Listen to this story before you comment. Equality? my ass.