This might not make sense first off, but to let you know I needed to take a leak at this point.

As I have posted to this title my thought of the month follows as we near the end of this torturous month. Little things build that wall that are meant to be broken down as I walked around to day in the rain realizing I am human, and things happen. Espresso thoughts sort of trickle through my sphere of astronomical mischief I say to myself " Who is driving, really fast?" Wondering like a three legged dog the days have been somewhat dreadful and full of sand as the hour glass of life drains from a center point that seems to be the ant trap of those little giants that feel overwhelmed by this, the world. Unfortunately as you sit wondering what I am talking about the thought crossed my mind as well as if I am some sort of spokesperson for our current President. What can I do today to inform the world of change and rid of selfishness.

I feel somewhat guilty because my reform as a person continues to become a blasphemy of envy upon those who seem to reckon their existence as people who should submit to the ones who are full of principal and values. Work day to day becomes this repeat of cow mud puddles that seem to get flatter and wider the more you intake from those around you that are full of this infesting product. By the way I drank alot of water today.Meanwhile; I wonder often if the morality we seek as people for the sake of our children is a realistic phenomenon or just this thought conscience of reluctance that only builds a five second high of "I did my part for the rest of my life." Whats next? I want challenge, I want real, I want the life we deserve. Life is good I said, how about yours.

Present time I write this to you not knowing if my life is a restructure of yours, I wonder more and say my life is wonderful. The way to change things is by admitting that you are the things you can change. My last minute thought as I piss on this electric fence is what in the hell was that. I looked around in the grass looking for snake that jumped up and bit me like a harsh vibration and realized that small thin line made of perfect silver was directly in the path of the dirty city water I consumed. I caught my breath, after all the things I just weirdly thought dissolved into thin air and said " So, that's what happens when you piss on an electric fence!"

Well everyone has heard of the running of the bull. Well I have a short but wonderful story about an evil, black, stinky, big balled goat named George. Well, George was the weirdest animal on the face of the earth. I think he was once a fire Hadrian in his past life because the little dude had a pissing problem. Picture George 2 foot tall 4 foot wide long black hair and evil. We had a garden next to our trailer when I was young and this garden had a 30 amp electric fence around the whole thing to specifically keep out goats and other things that were vegetarians. Well, to rewind a second the background of George is as follows our driveway was over a hundred yards long. Every single day this bastard of a goat would be in my path all the way to the door. As I would get off the bus in fear that door would close in a noisy slow motion sense. Dust would fly from the drive and my life became hell instantly creating a soon to be heart attack for an 8 year old. As the dust settles I would check the mail in our black and bright green mailbox usually containing sweepstakes and donut coupons to places that me and my family would never go. I throw my back pack up high and tight and strap in for a ride here we go.....

George, the goat would see me leap for freedom as I ran up the driveway planning of how to survive his tackle and wonderful line-backer skills to reach my goal...THE BACK DOOR! This goat was extreme, he would head bunt a human being like a ram in the mountains full blast trying to kill you. Getting closer to George and the backdoor George would launch up onto his hind legs like hiyo friggin silver whiteboy. Finding myself everyday in this amazing turn of events I was scared to death of dying from this 2 foot tall goat. I pictured constantly being knocked down and this Clint Beastwood goat would instead of spitting on my forehead, dropping round pellets of old dissected grass upon me showing he was the ruler of the earth.

Continuing my struggle I would run as fast as a fat kid could crawl and make it to the back door and up the steps, reaching into my bag to grab the keys...I dropped them off the back porch 4 feet below me. As I stare at George running like a cheetah in my direction he runs up the stairs, again jumping up on his hind legs and instantly ramming me into the wall and door like the milk money bully from school. Crying and screaming, I found myself rolling of the porch to the ground to grab my access tools and running like hell to the other side of the mobile home to regain strength thinking of a trick for this goat and S.O.B...Finally I reversed the scene and made George miss his chance but still picking my ass up from the yard like a sissy in a huge red snow suit. I shouted I got you, I GOT YOU.. (Teary Eyed and Pissed!) I plotted vengeance against this midget of hatred.

Want to know what I did with George come back later for the Rest of the story Friday.. Man's Avenue.....

I am screening my thoughts tonite bear with me as I relapse. Well the first thing that annoys me is the Free Credit Report. Com guys that really cant sing. For some reason they really work though and I have found myself abusing the website checking for my credit report. Unfortunately they finally emailed me and said that I might have to start paying for it because the old lady on the commercials is starting to want more money for her acting. Whatever! I had an awesome day today as if I was just born I walked around with this big ass chip on my shoulder until I got flipped off by a little dude walking down the street jammin his walkman. If it was the old me I might have said something but since my last episode with the green goblin drink " Jungle Joose" I have lost somewhat of a pride barrier because I always stick with my Texas brews and I failed the old republic.

I have this notion that I should buy a basketball goal for my kids. But for some reason I feel like the little dudes next door will abuse the fact that it's in the driveway and Ill be answering the damn door to "Mr could you grab our ball in your backyard?" Maybe Ill wait. So I must say this whole blog thing is really starting to fix my inside rebellion of talking the mess to my wife about "why do have a stupid blog?" I am starting to digg the whole thing of typing in what the hell I think or what I did today... I must admit that while working around 65-70 hrs a week and schooling it 15 credit hrs life isn't so bad now since the blog has bent me over.

I am a man! I must say this to rid myself of prideful issues that decrease my drive to rule the earth. Long live Superman! Oh come on I'm 30 for cryin out loud and the Superman Returns movie came on last night. It was freakin awesome. You know guys that awesome feeling you after a kickass movie, you use to get up when you were kids and do karate kicks and stuff after "Enter the Dragon" or "Karate Kid." I do if you don't and I did it enough for all of us fellas so don't raise your hand. Return tommorrow as I tell you the story about George the Goat your gonna laugh your tail off. Man's Avenue.

Okay so me and the wifey take her busted up vehicle down to the auto clinic today to add more band-aids to the already busted up wagon... So we drop the dude off and venture on through the hood towards the homeland where I live and I figured I would coast on fumes to the nearest expensive gas store and contribute to their already soaring stock price and purchase a little petro. Notice I said little, because $20 is our favorite number of "Dont Go Over" or we'll go broke...LMAO! So I go inside to look for a Miller Light Beer 24oz. and find myself staring at an ugly can named "Jungle Joose". WTF! Okay so I look further and realize okay as a human being I must try this can of filth at least once in my life. Totally the way men do it! I beared and grabbed with rejection roaming to the car looking for my pinto! Not really! Pump the gas and cruise... Hit the corner and my wife makes a comment about my "Jungle Joose" as we catch a light, Im like you know I can't wait to try this (in the back of my mind, CRAP!) neat looking can of Joose. We get home I take my sweet time to face reality before I go inside to relax and pop this new can.... As I remove my coat I pop the top and pour into a glass because my conscience says, "dude what is in there?" I pour and realize it is as green as well--- green! The first manly thing I do as my wife laughs at my new green drink is act like I am turning into the INCREDIBLE FREAKIN HULK. She ends up still laughing at me and I am currently using this drink as a cough syrup. Enjoy world! Man's Avenue...