I'm sure all of us experience times of deep doubt.

There may be times when we fall short of expectation; whether that be your own or someone else’s (sort that shit out on your own time)

Sometimes you may go as far as to think that if you departed his earth...no one would be the wiser.

I am with you in spirit my friend.

After this sentence your life will change for the better. I present to you:

http://grouphug.us/

This confession site makes an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting seem like match.com...not that I've done either. If I can put it in words it's like watching "Faces of Death" for the first time. Over and over again. And over.

You have jewels like anonymous poster: 266399417

"when i was 13 there was this color blind kid in my art class called joey

we had art and he had been drawing this picture for 5 weeks it really was a masterpiece

anyway he had this pot of crayons that had labels on with the name of the color

when he wasnt looking i switched the labels and he started coloring everthing in different colors (he colored the sky purple)

he went to show the teacher who told him it was all the wrong colors and he started crying really loud

i felt sick at the time but of course i dont care any more i am 17"

Not enough Huh? Peep your local childcare provider as anonymous poster: 41551539

"i work with kids 5 days a week, and sometimes i feel myself losing control. some kids need the fucking shit beat out of them..."

This was just the first page with 100 pages to follow. Of course half are lies but so are half of my friendships.

That’s it for this week, up next: The laughter from within when you realize that women really think you care.

So last week I'm watching Superman Returns against the will of the Mrs. and the Sis when towards the middle of the picture-show I start to realize how scandalous this flick is.



The disadvantaged Richard White

***Spoilers***

In a nutshell(no pun)Superman does a one night stand and bounces home only to leave Lois by her lonesome. In the five years that pass she picks up the pieces, meets RW, gives birth and moves on. The guy does his best to step in and provide for the mother and child as beau and father even though the dame doesn't wish to marry(in this instance RW is blessed). Which before I move on leads me to thinkin' Lois would have had to let RW hit within at least a 2 week period of Superman in order to play off the fact that "the kid" is his.

That's sloppy seconds for RW; plus I'm sure Super already beat the sugarwalls to a pulp.

All of a sudden the man of steel shows back up and in the first scene with Lois happens to save her life. He then goes on to stalk dude's house and fam with x-ray vision, wet Lois's draws multiple times and save the family twice.

RW can't win to save his life...literally.

Supersperm should thank the Krypton Gods that he and Lois don't reside in the State of California. Do you know the amount of child support this man owes now? I'm sure if he was a brotha, his ass would have warrants out for his arrest...no doubt.

That's about it for now...Next week:

How democracy is finally working in the Middle East.

Ever wake up and think...WTF have I been doing with myself? Do I really need the office drudgery for the next 20 years only to bitch about it for the last few years of my life?

If not...It's a quarter-mid-life thing, you wouldn't understand.

Well, I had that moment a couple of days back when making a mix cd for a friend. Not to toot my own horn but this was a pretty tasty marinade of afrocubanbossanova...damn good if I do say so. Anyways, it hit me that I really need to buckle down and do the DJ thing. Yeah,yeah I know...does the world need another DJ?

Damn right it does.

As long as lawyers are still in the game, there can never be enough DJ's. Who else can change and feel the pulse of the crowd at the drop of a dime and dress like a total slacker? And no, not just anyone can do the damn thing...it takes discipline, concentrated knowldge and a bit of elbow grease.

All of which I have none of.

Truth be told, being a child of hip hop, crack and reganomics ('78 baby)...I've always had a deep love for the artform; I just never had the doe or concentration as a youngin'. DJ'ing was an pretty expensive hobby, just look at how many suburban kids have gotten down with it. Times have changed though 'cause the digital age has put everyone one on a more level playing field. With mp3's, a laptop and the right equipment, one can jump into the pop-life a bit easier.

First I would start out with Bar Mitzvahs and Quinceaneras just to dip my foot in the pool; Then before you know it I'll be rockin' the SoCal emo and poser scene(AKA coffee houses).

I just need to come up with a name. I think DJ Sniffles sounds pretty on point but it dosn't scream "street-cred" as much as I would like it too.

Aren't epiphanies great?

Next Week: How to influence homeless people to run with scissors.