I am a 6'1 Black/White/Portuguese/Native American/Irish Geek that lived in the ghetto and learned to box from Ring One Boxing in New Haven, CT after getting my ass kicked by five or more people on a weekly basis. I am an author, A+ Certified Computer Technician and businessman that own and operate two companies. I have fought my way through this life up to this point, learning as I go and not focusing too hard on mistakes I made. I wouldn't change a thing in my life except love.
The month of December means something to a lot of religions and faiths. To some it means the birth of a man that would save humanity from its own sin, for others it is the time to celebrate family and friends but to a small pocket of people, it means nothing. You have your own beliefs, morals. Those beliefs and morals may be shared by millions or are yours alone. I am not writing this to debate the meaning of religion or the holidays that populate the month of December. What I am writing about is the meaning of America and our rights to freedom of speech and to believe what we want at our own choosing.
My dreams shattered,
Like the broken glass on the street.
Never to be fulfilled I wonder,
As my heart skips a beat.
My health is failing,
And I can no longer sleep.
I have no money,
So there is no food to eat,
Nor medicine to treat.
I ask for change,
But people are so cheap.
The time will be coming,
For me to leave this earth,
I wish it would hurry up,
Because I cannot stand this hurt.
Ignored by all,
Except for the flies upon my skin.
I dream of nothing but hope,
To see the next day,
For everyday that goes by,
I begin to fade.
Help is limited,
To those that see,
That we are not creatures,
But human beings.
Walk in my shoes,
See what I have seen,
Go where I have been,
Do what I have done,
Then see if you could still judge,
That I am nothing more than street scum.
Copyright (C) 2008 Frank Reese. All Rights Reserved.
The start of every New Year equals to plenty of need-to-do's, want-to-do's, wishes and other resolutions we push upon ourselves in hopes to be normal. Other than the usual inconsequential and superficial clichéd bullets on the list that we all carry in our forgotten pocket, I pledge to start a crusade against stupid people. I know the consensus among people who use even a bit of their logic and common sense that stupid people simply know no better but I beg to differ.
A little known fact, not all gamers are complete basement living, minimal wage working, pimpled and pale faced people and another fact, not all are extreme zealous fanboys (or girls). We do live in a world filled with extremes (i.e. extreme sports, extreme WoW gamers and extreme Bed-Wetters), but the game industry's consumer base are amongst the most devoted I have ever seen.
You step through the door with a harden stare and your eyes narrow to the glitz and glamour of your surroundings. Your palms are sweaty and you cannot keep your glasses from falling off your face. The insides of your left pocket feel like a ten pound bag of lead and you can no longer bear the burden. The electricity of the sounds of a nearby TV/VCR combo spouting out the latest releases, various demo stations and chatty patrons bat against your ear drums and you're met with a "Hello, how can I help you today?" You shoot back that you're just looking, but you know what you came here for and it is your own little secret.
Some time ago I read about a guy named Jonquel Brooks (19), who shot and killed one and wounded two others over a Playstation. This story was amusing to say the least and even though I feel sorry for the lost soul that resulted out of this matter, the death could have been avoided.