Benjamin is nobody's friend. If Benjamin were an ice cream flavor, he'd be pralines and dick.

Adam West has left us. It was his time. Understand that he had to leave and search for the one who was stealing his water. Anyways, No blog in a long time huh? I figured it was time to write a new one. Nothing much new. S cubed showed up at my house on Friday, I introduced them to the magic of "the Goonies." And although it is a shitty movie, it is a part of my childhood. I can't deny it. There were three movies which I watched repeatedly as a kid, one was "the goonies," another was the "Karate Kid" (Mr.Miyagi kicks ass!) , and the last was "Its a wonderful life." Don't ask about the last one, I have no idea how I even came to watching it in the first place, the movie was made in the 40's.

So anyway, we finished "the goonies" watched some "Italin Job." I had never seen it. Good thing too, the movie sucks balls. Shitty story and acting all around I can't believe the people that are in it. It's like the "Gigli" of Edward Norton's career. After getting fustrated with the shitty fucking acting/plot, I thought i'd mix up things a bit with some late night porn.

I did nothing on Saturday. I spent countless hours playing XBox. I rapped Mechassualt and Lord of the Rings the Two Towers. Everything else between then and now is insignificant. Phew! Big word there Steph, it means not important. ok? No need to look it up in a dictionary.(another big word, means a book in which words are explained ok?) Thats all I got for now.

You think I'm a loser? Because I have a stinking job that I hate, a family that doesn't respect me, and a whole city that curses the day I was born? Well, that may mean loser to you, but let me tell you something. Every day when I wake up in the morning, I know it's not going to get any better until I go back to sleep. So I get up. I have my watered-down Tang and my still-frozen Pop Tart. I get in my car with no gas, no upholstery, and six more payments. I fight honking traffic just for the privilege of putting cheap shoes onto the cloven hooves of people like you. I'll never play football like I wanted to. I'll never know the touch of a beautiful woman. And I'll never know the joy of driving through the city without a bag over my head. But I'm not a loser. Because, despite it all, me and every other guy who'll never be what they wanted to be, is out there, being what we don't want to be, forty hours a week, for life. And the fact that I didn't put a gun in my mouth years ago - that little fact makes me a winner, baby.