Father, father, father... Help us...

It shouldn't take a genius to know from what song I got that one from.

Well, blog time once again. I feel good. Well, not that hoop-dee-do, click-my-heels good... but I'm aight.

I'm writin' in to...correct myself in the previous blog I wrote.

This internet cafe is still so fuckin' noisy. Oh well. What else can one expect. And if anyone is lookin' over my shoulder, readin' what I'm typin... get a life, pal.

Now then. I mentioned in my previous blog that samaritans and martrys don't exist. I was wrong, and I think I owe some people an apology. After some thinking and talking... and a few cigarettes, I had a better understanding of it. Samaritans do exist. I know someone. Heh, I don't even know if he knows about this blog. He'd prob'ly scold me for some of the shit I said... like so. Anyway. Samaritans are those who give unwillingly, without expecting return or worse...recognition. That's what pisses me off. But first... priests are more or less the perfect example of today's samaritan. They have practically given their lives for service to God... and I gotta say... Wow. That takes nads, baby. They are the ones who give, and not expect return and/or recognition.

I think I have a better understanding of it. The ones that piss me off are self-proclaimed samaritans and martyrs... those who give, and expect recognition, and start bitchin' if they don't get it. Do they even have the right to call themselves samaritans? Please. Then there are those self-proclaimed martrys... those who'd prob'ly expect (and want) a hero's funeral if they committed "a last act of honor." Those who donate a school building and WANT it named after them... that's a self-proclaimed samaritan. Someone who takes trouble for you, but expects for you to do the same... that's a self-proclaimed martyr. I can keep going. Piece of advice: For those who think life is all about recognition and approval, seek recognition and approval of yourself first, 'coz I personally believe that's where the main problem lies in.

Well. What else is floating in this vast emptiness I call my head?

Ah. Jam left. Jus' the previous weekend. I finally shed those tears, and I needed those. We been through shit and stone together, and I will miss those times that he's not here with us. But he's there, and he'll do good... and that's all we need to know to make it all better. You better bring your skinny-ass back here! Haha!

Yup. It'll prob'ly be another three months or so 'til my next post... or 'til when the laptop's fixed. Either way.

Holla.