Dropp'n Bombz...

Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck car alarms...Doin foul crime, I'm that nia wit'cha Alpine...Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know...And friends know, we got the indo...No I'm not a sucker, sittin in a House of Pain...And no I'm not the butler, I'll cut ya (Uh!) Headbutt ya, you say you can't touch this...And I wouldn't touch ya, in fact motherfuck ya...Here to let you know boy, oh boyI make dough but don't call me DoughBoy

Sometimes when you have had so much going against you... work... relationships... internet... food... roads... You just need to go on the offense... Attack... Lay it out... Suck it up... press press press... Life is too important to be modest the whole time... I have spent most of my life avoiding conflict... choosing to be passive in times when aggression was needed... One thing I have learned over here... is that you can be a pious person your whole life... it will not prevent that unhappy person from planting that bomb in the road that will kill you... He doesn't know you... Doesn't want to know... Doesn't care you have a blog to update... He is just living his life... and wants to do something about the situation he is in... You just happen to cross his path or "red string" if you will... One of the seemingly random connections between people's lives... This one will cut your string... Nothing you really can do about it now... But what can you do before that happens... Did you grab life by the juevos and twist...? I didn't... The time is now... the place is in your life... so start twisting... cuz to get all out of this life takes more than just holding it... (put it all on red)

Mariuz in Allah's Tears...

In my reflections on what is going on here... here as in life... I believe there to be some evident truths... One of which is Honesty is the best policy... I am a person of many secrets... I like to keep things to myself... even if that requires a lil "gavacho" lie... That isn't the right thing to do... Why... The reason being is you are holding back... You are holding back what is beautiful about yourself... The beauty is who you are... Perfect, flawed, smart, dumb... that is who you are... who cares if people know that about you... I will use someone that I know very well as an example... ME! I have always thought I needed to keep my self at level of piety... where that came from I don't know... over bearing parents... no... narly brother... nope... When I was in 2nd grade I wanted to be priest... did religion do this to me... i don't think so... because if there is anything that is screaming out loud to live life to the fullest it is my weekly sessions with the big G... Disapointment... I hate to disapoint... I would hate to disapoint you... So I would throw up a wall of what I think is right... and I know that those that know me best have seen it... For lack of better words you probably have thought... Jesus Mark do what you want to do instead of what you think is right... Like smoke a cuban... Mark doesn't smoke cubans... well... I do now...

and enjoy's the finer things in life...

Man that was a smooth cigar... I suggest you find your local black market dealer and order a couple... I am not going to change who I am... not possible... I don't have that kind of money... What I am changing is my ability to let go... allowing the walls to come down and let the soul control this body... What is the worst thing that could happen... get sent to Iraq...?

if your dreams are flying away... shoot them down...

and don't forget your Llama...

Memories are some crazy things... Everytime I close my eyes I can remember us being together... My last Sushi in Long Beach... Beers under Grandma's Tree... Bangers and Mash... $1 Beer at Redondo... Chella NOOO... Hummus at that greek place... Baltimore ESPN Zone... vegitarian thanksgiving... pictures of the Wonder Boy's little chicas... studying LS II and the old spaghetti factory... Washing dishes and making carne asada with 3 lil Jaramillos... Dirty Martini's with the Mexican waiter... Hooters Wings and Laker games... Episode III... buying that table at E-Mart... so much more... and more to look forward to... it is going to be fun... remember that time we found Paradise in Iraq...? Hawaiian Style... pass the shoyu...

All I need are some tasty waves, a cool buzz, and I'm fine...

Aloha Howle... Dude your Llama is hanging out...!

I see friends shaking hands...sayin’.. how do you do... They’re really sayin’... i love you... I hear babies cry... I watch them grow...They’ll learn much more...than I’ll never know...

-L.A. & Brotha