Isn’t funny how you can tell someone something so farfetched that even if it were true, there is no way they would believe you. That’s pretty much my whole life. My life is filled with secrets, not bad secrets, just things that I’m not supposed to tell anyone…ever. Some people might not like living like that, but without me giving anything away of what I really do, you have to understand its something worth dyeing for in the long run. I’m not a liar, it’s not like I’m keeping a secret because I’m trying to get away with something, no, it’s much more than that. I’ve created my family and friends to think they know who I am, it’s all a cover. I’m not really who they think I am. I’ve created this person, someone that no one would expect that I would be anyone else, because I’m perfect at the person I created. But now I’m really tired of being behind a mask.
I met this girl few months back and I think I might be falling in love with her. And the one thing I want to tell her I can’t because for one; I’m not supposed to and second; she wouldn’t believe me if I told her, which is good because I’m doing my job great. (I should win a freakin Oscar for the role I’ve been playing almost my whole life.) One of these days I’ll be able to tell her and she will believe me, but for now I can’t even though I want to so bad. I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking it’s something really bad or something I can’t take back. It’s not. Let’s just say the people that read my blog are the people I choose to read my blog.
Lesson here is: Don’t live behind a mask if you don’t have to.
One of the things I miss the most about Texas is the food, from Tex-Mex, to their bread. It’s the only place to get real BBQ. And they have the best food place in the world, Whataburger. The number with cheese, no tomatoes or onions with ketchup and mayo equals…Delicious. Their breakfast is so good as well; eating taqitoes at two in the morning is the best. I recently seen a commercial about Whataburger, which I thought, was cool because their getting credit where credit is do. And what’s really good to wash it down with even though they don’t have it in the fountain is Big Red. I know they have it every where, but for some reason it taste better in Texas, I don’t know it’s probably just in my head.
Lesson here is: You want great food, go to Texas.
Until next time…
I moved from Texas to Tennessee going on five years now. And the more I live here the more it beings to become home. It’s not a bad thing; it’s just an adjustment that you have to get use to. But I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t had been a slacker in school. I didn’t really care about school; I thought there were so much more important things out there for me. Ever since I was six years old I started playing the drums. I knew in the back of my head that that’s what I was supposed to be doing. When you start to think about things in life and how God has blessed you, you start to realize that the blessing was there all along. You just have to find the right path to get that blessing, because God knows the path you’re supposed to go down, it’s your choice rather you choose that path or not. Makes me wonder if I chose the drums or did the drums choose me?
Now seventeen years later, I play drums professionally for my band Alvarado Road Show. We’ve done a lot of great things since we’ve moved to Tennessee. Met a lot of cool, crazy, weird people, but it has been the best thing that has ever happen to me. God has blessed me in a way that has changed my life forever. I couldn’t have done it without Him.
Lesson here is: Let God take control.
Until next time…
A couple of days ago I rented 127 hours. His character in a small way reminded me of Emile Hursh character in Into the Wild. Had that same ambition to find something he was looking for. It was an unbelievable movie. I loved how it was really about how awful of a person he saw himself and that made him see myself from the outside looking in. I just don’t know what I would do in that situation. I say to myself that I could probably cut my own arm off. But actually being in that situation and watching what he had to go through to survive, I don’t think I would have that will power. But then again I have never been in a life or death situation before. I honestly can tell you that I have no earthly idea what I would do.
Question here is: What would you do? How far would you go to survive?
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Two Halloweens ago I decided to go hang out with some of my friends but bring an old girl friend I’ve known for years. The last time I had seen her was when we both were living in Texas. We had gotten back in touch via Facebook. Ah, the wonders of Facebook, it’s a blessing and a curse. I now find it useless to have one, simply because I have a hard enough time keeping up with myself let alone people that I don’t really know anymore from high school. Facebook has formed into society’s cliché, thank you Mark Zuckaburg for creating a great waste of time. But this girl wasn’t from high school; she was a family friend that fell out of touch in the mix of living our lives.
I asked her to go to a party with my friends and I. We were running quite a bit early so we stopped at my friend’s apartment. Soon as we walked in the apartment, my friend’s body language changed like flipping on a light switch. She didn’t want to be there even though we weren’t doing anything bad at all. She felt totally out of place and I felt like I need to make sure she was okay like I always do because I’m a pleaser. (I hate that about me) I didn’t want her to just be there and exist, it just leaves everyone else that’s trying to have a good time in a big funk and that’s not cool.
We leave for the party and before we drive off I ask her if she even wanted to go to the party. She didn’t, she wanted to see a movie. I was like its Halloween!! Let’s go to a hunted house or something. No, she wanted to see a chick flick not a horror, I even asked her if she knew what Halloween was about. So me being the guy I am changed my mind and went to the movies instead. The night turned out to be a drag because she wanted to do what she wanted to do. The movie wasn’t a total sham it had some funny parts.
The next day my friends told me they had a wicked time at the party. Crazy things went down that I missed out on. I would have been able to enjoy it if I hadn’t of brought a girl along. From that moment on I promised myself I would never let any girl take a great night with my boys away from me, unless she’s my wife.
Lesson here is: Bro’s before Ho’s.
Until next time…
A couple of years after the last girl, I met this one girl working as a grip on a music video I was hired to do for a few days shoot. She was one of the dancers in the video. We started talking during lunch breaks and down time. The last day I asked if she wanted to grab some dinner after the shoot was over, she agreed. I thought she was a cool chick and was excited to get to know her more.
So we are sitting at the restaurant and we start talking about past relationships and for some reason she just unloads all her personal problems. I don’t know why she felt the need to explain everything in that prospective. At the time I didn’t think anything about it, I just listened. When dinner was over we went back to our cars and parted ways. I thought she was cool because we had a lot in common when it came to music. She was a fiddle player and singer, which I thought was so cool. So I asked her out again.
We went out on a second date; she wanted me to accompany her with her mom and grandma to see her perform at a local venue. I thought that was fine. I honestly don’t care if a girl wants me to meet their parents on a first, second, or third date, it doesn’t matter to me, and I have no problem with it. I meet her Mom and Grandma and they are the coolest people. I enjoyed hanging out with them a lot. Watching her perform on stage was really fun, she is a great fiddle player, and I only hope great things for her. When we finished eating and her show was over, she and I went to her new apartment that was empty and decided to write a song. Since we are both in the music industry we thought it would be fun.
We arrived at her apartment and ended up talking most of the night. Didn’t write a song like we thought we would. It was getting late and I needed to get home. I asked her if she wanted me to drive her to her Mom’s house, which was down the street. She said she would stay at her place, even though it was empty. She insisted that she would be okay. So I left her there. Now I’m not a mind reader, but at this point I probably should have been, because the next day she would not return my calls or anything.
She finally answered her phone and basically let me have it for leaving her there by herself. She started accusing me for things that didn’t exist. Almost like she was making up stuff to be mad at. I didn’t talk to her after that until she called me out of the clear blue two months later. She wanted to talk about whatever, pretty much acted like nothing happened. Then she said something that made the blood rush down to my feet faster than a speeding bullet. The two little words that could change your life forever, “I’m pregnant”. Those two little words came rolling out of her mouth like malaises. So after getting my mind together, I ask her who’s it is, she said, “it’s my boyfriends”. So basically she was a slut all along…Oops, my bad.
But the main question is; why would she call me out of nowhere to tell me she is pregnant with some other guy’s child? Doesn’t make a lot of sense. I seen the baby on Facebook and it’s defiantly is not mine, because that baby is ugly.
So lesson here is: Don’t be a slut.
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I would like to take this time to talk about something that most people need to know, especially guys. When you meet a girl for the first time at a bar, wedding, church, or even a funeral, God help you. Start talking to her the whole afternoon, things are going great, you get her number, ask her out on date but don’t set a date. She just says text me. Those two little innocent words can either make it or break it. Its pretty much a test for men to see how they make their next move, will it be worth it or will it scare them to their very core.
There are things that guy’s do when it comes to texting a girl that makes them want to either change their number, get a new phone because that one’s cursed, or leave the country. You don’t want a girl to think about these things, that’s why I have come up with a solution. Have you ever text a girl a simple “How’s your day”? But didn’t get a response back within the next five minutes, so you text her back again wondering if she got your text. Then another five minutes goes by and still nothing, so you text her back again. If you have ever done this or something like this, well she has moved on to bigger and better things…sorry, it was your fault. I called it the “Double-Text” it’s a big “no no” if you’re trying to impress the girl you’re texting.
If a girl text you back with a reply to your text messages then it’s not looking good. Because if a girl is into you she will text you randomly. If she just replies to yours, she has nothing to say to you other than what you ask her. Never double text a girl when you’re trying to be more than friends. If she’s a friend and only a friend and nothing more will come of it in the future, then text the crap out of her, because if she is only your friend then most likely she is texting you just because your friends.
Lesson here is: DON’T DOUBLE TEXT!!! It’s not cool, it’s annoying. Take some pride in yourself and except the fact that he or she just might not be into you.
Until next time…