"Your time is limited, don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma, which is living the result of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others opinions drown out your inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition, they somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary" - Steve Jobs
We witnessed some of the worst white people dancing ever a few weeks back at a Corey Smith & Travis Tritt concert. It was almost hidden camera looking for reaction bad. Its a widely known fact that if you can't dance, you can't fuck. Based on that statement, neither one of them were worth a damn in the sack. I pointed out that this dude probably would be the flip someone around every possible way bad porn style. 45 positions later no one has gotten a nut. Now I for one don't dance...its not a lack of ability so much as it is choice and not for nothing in my lifestyle dancing opportunities just don't really present themselves.
Speaking of porn...Velcro has a neighbor that over the summer that had porn streaming non-stop on the bedroom tv. We know this because we could sit on the balcony with a drink in hand and watch it. The part that didn't make so much sense is that he would be in the living room with his feet up on the coffee table. Some how you may have become desensitized to the porn if gets less attention than the average infomercial. There's no telling how many people in the building were ganking this dude's porn(which in my made up word world means stealing) but I'm thinking about 3 floors worth had a bird's eye view of butt sex.
Over the past month or so I've lost all of my stability neighbors. Its strange how you draw comfort from people that you only know by first name. I don't guess I've ever stayed anywhere long enough to out last any neighbors...I was normally the one peacing out. The guy next door to me spent about a day moving his stuff to storage, I'd talked to him and found out that he was moving to Ohio to find work. You have hit rock bottom when that's the best option you have. He told me he had lost his condo. I saw him drive away about 9:30 the next morning and around 10 the sheriffs dept was drilling out the locks with papers in hand. I didn't know that's how those things happened. It was a weird feeling...there was an understanding of where everyone parked. Now I've taken over his spot. A few days later my buddy that I shared motorcycle storage with moved...then another old soul that I'd just met left about a week after that. I wonder if it made neighbors feel weird when they saw me shelpping my stuff into my car and pulling away one last time with my dog in tow or if it took them the better part of a month to realize I was gone. It makes me question the impact that I've had on people. I want to ask "Are you better for having known me?" I'm not so sure that I'd really like to hear the initial knee jerk answers from some and would maybe be disappointed that others don't remember me at all. It makes me hope that maybe the ones that got to know me see the world a little bit differently because of my quirkiness.