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the SwanK
generation FH meet your match. like the days of the Puff Daddy, gone is the Big Swanky Do (i know i know you fear change). here to replace it is the SwanK a new concept rant/info haven for the hidden rebel in us all. i dont know how far it will go, or if it will help shape the way you guys think like the BSD managed to do so effectively (jeff...chris..devon...) so i understand now if i have the mutiny on the bounty relived. all i ask for is paitence and support.
so heres the score, cal town sucks. always has always will. i'm 21, with very little responsibilities, and i'm single. i should be having the time of my goddamn life. instead, no, i'm stuck with a thankless dead end job, a high school education, and no goddamn money. so what do i do? sit on my ass watch tv and listen to the world bitch at me. i dunno, i dont think i've gotten as far as i think i should've in life yet. but i'm still relativly young and i still have my asthetically pleasing goodlooks (or so the females in my life have humored me).
growing up i always had this image that by 21 i would make my mark on the world, or be attending law school at harvard (but now i wanna goto berkely...). i know not everone can be a Kennedy, but we can all strive to be like senator RFK and try to make the world a better place to live rather then watch it waste away. and myself, its just trying to figure out where to make that mark, how to be like the late great US senator. i should be a rockstar, i got the look, i can drink like a fish and i got the connex for the drugs. oh shit wait, i gotta learn how to play the guitar better (or learn how to sing). maybe i should goto school and become a politician. waaaaaait a sec, i'd have to get my hair cut for that (besides i dont think Paul Hewson (bono) needs the competion in trying to run the world). my goal for the last little while was to open a nite club in calgary or vancouver, but i do see myself with no idea where to start, and who to talk to about gaining the capital neccissarry to start. i have a business partner in mind. but granted, i dont think we trust each other well enough to go into business together (nor do i think INXS will come to calgary just to play opening nite at my club. some reason it dont make sence). so i guess its just off to being a womanizing philosopher who knows a thing or two about music. thats been workin out so far.
so now i'm off to my lava lit room now. i think its time i listened to some theivery corporation and/or tea party and meditated. i have to clear my head or this nonsence of me trying to make something of my life. maybe i'll arise with a vision. or maybe i'll just remember the late great Michael Hutchence's words "I am searching, I am not alone" and think that maybe he had a serious point. cause i mean we have lost direction and we have washed our hands of blood. and hell, some of us are in need of sensation here on earth...