When I first moved to New York it was a lot to take in. Not the big city itself, the chaos, the tons of people, the shenanigans, the late nights of tomfoolery and the many characters I have met on the streets. No. That stuff I actually really dig and that’s the reason I wanted to be in New York so badly. I love real people and their stories. I think most people that love to write, have a love for life and are just down to earth genuine people do. These people I actually get and seek out.
That relationship. That friend. That person. That thing you were in that went so wrong but you’ll be damned if you can let it go.
Either this “As seen on TV” crap is getting better or I’m getting poorer. At this point, it could go either way.
Chances are you’re stuck in a rut. Dead end job. Life seems routine and just downright boring. Lonely and feeling a bit like nobody gives a shit. Could be that it’s just me, maybe that’s why I’m writing this. Could be that it’s you too and that’s why your reading this.
I’ve come to the conclusion that believing in Wrestling is like believing is Santa Claus or The Easter Bunny. It’s completely up to you and no matter what you believe we still celebrate Santa Claus, The Easter Bunny and we all love a good wrestling match because it’s amazing.
We have figured out how to build the biggest and tallest buildings. How to put a man in space. We want to figure out how to colonize Mars. We are trying harder and harder how to get further apart from one another. When what we need is to get closer together. We are on this planet for the long haul. We are all going to be here together. Whether you like or not.
I was on my way to work this morning when I saw a woman wearing the ugliest purple lipstick. My first thought was, “Someone read this months beauty magazine.”