Back in the game biotch.

I have not posted for many months. I began thinking about this blog the other day and wondering, to myself, why I hadn't posted. I didn't think I had anything to write. Then it occurred to me that it doesn't matter what I write because nobody reads this piece of shit blog anyways. I then thought why not just use it for everyday shit that crosses my mind. That was it's original purpose. So here goes.

I recently applied for a job with the Santa Rosa Police. I have had people ask me why I would apply for this type of job. I think it has to do with my childhood fascination with the police. I remember as a kid watching CHiPs and thinking that I too would one day be Officer John Baker of Frank Poncherillo. Riding my motorcycle around the freeways of L.A. catching bad guys in less than an hour with commercials. Obviously I know that this is not the life of an actual police officer now but I was six at the time. I think I just want to be someone people can look up to. Fuck, I don't know, maybe I just want to be a super hero. Either way this is a dream I've had as long as I can remember. I thought about doing this when I was in my early 20's but I was immature and still needed to grow up. Now my 20's are gone. I still have an immature sense of humor but my world view is a lot more mature. I feel like this is an opportunity that crossed paths with my life long dream.

I have a friend that is partly responsible for this leap into the dream world. I watch him pine over his dream endlessly everyday and look for every angle he can to make it come true. I would call it inspirational but he hasn't been able to make his dream happen so I have to just be impressed by the vocalization of his dream. So that's it. It's time to walk the walk bro. Put on your button up plaid shirt and your high rise khaki's. Slap on your "Berryz" signature backpack, put your favorite action figure in your front breast pocket and throw up that signature jpop peace sign and get on a plane. It is time to go. The land of the rising sun awaits with some underage princess that has an extra high pitched voice and a crappy backbeat looking to sweep you off your feet. Sounds fuckin lame to me but you gotta go. By the way this fuck nut knows who he is. He is the only person who reads this train wreck of a blog besides some family and a few co-workers.

That is all for now. Just an everyday rant fueled by bullshit and booz for anybody that stumbles onto thedullest of all blogspots. Punchin' out.