Oops. I guess I did not return since the last time. Well actually I was back amongst the computer users, BUT then summer really started and I got sidetracked. As usual.
Anyhow, lots of things happened since the last time and even though I would love to be able to let you in on everything, that will just not be possible because not only do I not want to get into details, I most probably don't remember all of them. Sucks, yes, I know. I should do an update everytime something remotely exciting happens, but no. I tend to have a life sometimes, and it does not always involve me being on the internet, as unbelievable as that may sound.
One thing that I DO remember though, is Brother Franklin. Here is a man, who changed my outlook on life the moment he jiggled his way up to the offering bucket. He was genuinely, or comically if you prefer, excited to go and give his dollar to the Lord. All of which I have absolutely no problems with seeing as I also grew up in the church and sometimes (most of the time) unwillingly put the one or sometimes even five dollars in the offering bucket. Something I hated simply because the moment money touches my hand, I can already see myself spending it. And that was the only time I was not allowed to, and it sucked.
But anyhow, here is Brother Franklin who is a little too happy to give his money. Money that he'll most probably regret offering when it's time to send some to the folks back home. You can call him the anti-me. Thank me later.
The best part of the video? The swan dive. Notice he has absolutely NO regard for those around him who are simply walking to to put money in the offering bucket. By my count, he almost injures 3 people with his antics, including himself.
And apparently, it is not the first time that he has done this. Brother Franklin is a repeat offender.
Brother Franklin for the win!
Esco out.
Showing posts with label Happiness. Show all posts
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Friday, June 19, 2009
I Am Not Dead
Take this title literally and not literally. Of course I am not dead. If I were I would not be writing this, now would I? But this is also just a reminder to say that the legend of Esco lives on to see another day. You can call it Escothology.
What is this legend I am refering to? Well, dumbass, I am a legend. Maybe in my own eyes, but yeah, I am definitely one. What makes me a legend? Nothing really, just the things I do are stuff legends are made of. So, f*ck you.
Take this beautiful month of July '09 as an example:
Who the f*ck else that you know would spend €225 in the first TWO days of the month on sneakers when they would only have about €200 more to live on for the rest of the 28 days, and that the bills hadn't been paid and that food hadn't been put in the fridge?? I only know ONE person other than myself stupid enough (No, I'm not calling myself stupid, but this next person is) to do such a thing. And that person is my cousin, and his usual monetary woes are well-known. So yeah, it must obviously be something that runs in the family. We should be proud of it. I definitely am.
Should I care that I am as broke as my dear cousin's ankles? Yeah, I most probably should care. But the question is: DO I care? Answer: Nope. Well, for now I don't care. It'll come soon. But I've been through worse.
And I'm fresh as hell, even while broke. I might as well move into the Belvedere projects and buy myself 6 BMW's, would be the same thing.
I may need to enter rehab.
Oh and seeing my post just beneath this one, that is if you are smart enough to have realized what it was about, you may have noticed that I had another problem that would have required me to spend more €uros. €uros I did not have because of my beloved sneakers. Oh well.
One thing is for sure:
(Just look at the shirt, f*ck that dude.)
What is this legend I am refering to? Well, dumbass, I am a legend. Maybe in my own eyes, but yeah, I am definitely one. What makes me a legend? Nothing really, just the things I do are stuff legends are made of. So, f*ck you.
Take this beautiful month of July '09 as an example:
Who the f*ck else that you know would spend €225 in the first TWO days of the month on sneakers when they would only have about €200 more to live on for the rest of the 28 days, and that the bills hadn't been paid and that food hadn't been put in the fridge?? I only know ONE person other than myself stupid enough (No, I'm not calling myself stupid, but this next person is) to do such a thing. And that person is my cousin, and his usual monetary woes are well-known. So yeah, it must obviously be something that runs in the family. We should be proud of it. I definitely am.
Should I care that I am as broke as my dear cousin's ankles? Yeah, I most probably should care. But the question is: DO I care? Answer: Nope. Well, for now I don't care. It'll come soon. But I've been through worse.
And I'm fresh as hell, even while broke. I might as well move into the Belvedere projects and buy myself 6 BMW's, would be the same thing.
I may need to enter rehab.
Oh and seeing my post just beneath this one, that is if you are smart enough to have realized what it was about, you may have noticed that I had another problem that would have required me to spend more €uros. €uros I did not have because of my beloved sneakers. Oh well.
One thing is for sure:
(Just look at the shirt, f*ck that dude.)
Monday, June 1, 2009
There Is A God
That was me today in the Footlocker at the mall not too far from where I live.
The month of June has started off perfectly for me. Here's to hoping it continues this way.
I was practically hopping up and down in one place while standing in line to make my purchase.
WOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Esco, out.
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