The perfect death



A Samurai dies with a Cherry Blossom Tree in sight.

My perfect death would probably be, telling my story through my guitar in a instrumental jam at the end of a concert I'm doing. Marshall amps behind me. I look into the crowd & notice my mom. She looks at me soo proudly. Then as I finish with a slow & haunting version of 'The Breeze and I'. Suddently I faint and slowly lean and fall to the floor backwards, Unconscious. Then I pass away, and once I pass - My guitar randomly dies out. Then bursts into sparks and flames and shit.

People (Including myself)

People are like fucking annoying little insects picking at every little bad thing you mention, and discredit all of the good. Then again people are like beautiful flowers there to care for your weird little stranger self. :)

Baby Sitting

From last Thursday:
My friends asked me to babysit their daughters (Katie, Mackenzie, & Lindzi) till Sunday. It is now apparently Thursday. (3am). I showed them some new aspects of life. Like being outside more - Less staying inside watching TV or games on the computer. This sense of responsibility isnt quite new to me. Just a bit .. well.. new.

My children

I feel I can think proper now raw to the heart. I can honestly say the reason I love spending time with children is because I've hated my childhood since the beginning. Had no siblings to keep me company. One parent, who worked and couldnt show me enough attention. Broken home in general. So, I feel I have a duty to watch out for later generations so they can feel happy growing up and less depressed as I once were.

All in all, is strange as I once hated children lol

Update

Welll, wellll, welll... Im back to writing it seems. Alot has been going on in my story. Where do I even start? Haha.. Well first of all; I entered that yearly King of the Blues competiton at Guitar Center. Luckily I was picked to go last. Sitting there with my preperformance-anxiety watching the other players go to work, made me feel like a beast just waiting to break out of its cage. There, my turn came. I walked to the stage like I was on a mission (just a lil' nervous). The announcer letting everyone know that I go to the store and practice 6hours a day and what not. I make sure the $1200 mexican Strat I borrowed from the store is tuned & then I play with feedback. Making sure everyone was aware of my Jimi Hendrix inspiration. Then the music starts and I let my spirit soar. I struggled with the strap and consentration. I cover up using the whammy bar and so on. I jump off stage and place the guitar on the judges table. I soon leave after that without hearing the scores. It was beautiful - It was Rock n Roll. I went back to practice a few days later and my friend Mike Parisi tells me that I finished in third place. Just one point and I'd be second place. I'm proud of myself.

Me and a group of my friends go to the river/park for BBQ and in remembrance of our friend Stimey who got arrested for violating his parole. My brother Ryan decides to go off the rope swings from the tree. Later he comes back being carried by another friend of mine; Ricki. He complains about his back hurting and he can't move well. Till the point my friend Johnny claims he has to go to the hospital. - Later on the day, me and a drunk friend of mine get into an argument. Well, I wasnt saying anything. He was drunk and thought I was being offensive. I get threatened and I let him hear what he wants to hear "You're right, You're right..." and walk off. We havent talked since then haha. That night, I visit the hospital where my brother Ryan is located. Coincedently, my mother works at the same hospital. Apparently, he fractured his spine. His (12th) Verebrate.

Now days peace is filling the air slowly. Trying to get my amp out of the pawn shop. Planning on ways to get my dream guitar. I decided to name "Katie". Dedicated to Katie oldest daughter of Janelle Martir-Cortes. Who reminds me of myself when I was about her age (12).

One with Nature

I'm still alive.. And the wind has forgotten about me. It protects my brother Ryan. I need change, so I can have the wind guide me again.

B    Urself.