Come out Swinging

We always come out swinging
We always take our medicine
We always carry a heavy heart
For Ourselves and For our Best Friends

We've worn black eyed badges
We have the scars to remind us
Of the times
We raised our middle fingers in the air
Screamed Fuck It All and Fuck the Consequences.

And if there is a light
At the end of this tunnel
I hope its warm neon glowing from afar
And if we stand and fight
We can over come this struggle
You Can Judge Our Covers
But We Still Have Hearts of Gold

We work the forty plus work week
With less than twenty hours sleep
We hate word problems, but know that
Our Paychecks Already Spent

Were always waiting for the next show
We sing along to the songs we know
We raise tattooed arms with
Clenched Fists Above Our Head

And if there is a light
At the end of this tunnel
I hope its warm neon glowing from afar
And if we stand and fight
We can over come this struggle
You Can Judge Our Covers
But We Still Have Hearts of Gold

Pointers on Fingers

I haven't posted in a long time. So here is an itemized breakdown on what I have been up to.

• I moved to Long Beach.
• My daughter turned one years old. I get to see her now and I like that.
  
• Got a job at Sprouts working as Meat Cutter.
• I enrolled in Culinary School.
• Yesterday I chopped off the tip of my left index finger.

I'm sure I'm missing some other stuff, but this is my attempt at writing. Again.

Oh shit! No he didn't...

My 3 favorite ladies are going on a road trip from Lancaster, CA to Chicago IL. I'm currently working on a 4 disc mix set (My most ambitious attempt at mix cd's to date). Here is the one I'm calling "Oh Shit! No He Didn't."

Track List:

1. You got it (The Right Stuff) - New Kids on the Block
2. Kiss Me Deadly - Lita Ford
3. Touch Me (I Want Your Body) - Samantha Fox
4. Point of No Return - Expose
5. Jane Fonda - Mickey Avalon
6. Laugh/Love/Fuck - The Coup
7. Heat of the Moment - Asia
8. To Be With You - Mr. Big
9. Two of Hearts - Stacey Q
10. Talking in Your Sleep - The Romantics
11. Let's Hear it for the Boy - Deniece Williams
12. Shake it Up - The Cars
13. Here I Go Again - Whitesnake
14. I Like it - Dino
15. Girlfriend - Pebbles
16. Maneater - Hall and Oates
17. Head over Heels - The Go-Go's

I'm going to go try to find my balls now. I hope the ladies appreciate this one.

Put that in your blog and smoke it

Time to start blogging again. Bill tagged me with 8 things, so here it goes:

1. I'm fucking crazy. I'm pretty sure that all my past drug use threw all my bodies chemicals out of whack. I also think that a few nerve endings were fried because sometimes I twitch for no reason.

2. The first girl I ever kissed was named Gloria. I was in the 6th grade and it was her birthday.

3. I love dumb romantic comedies. It's embarrassing, but I can't help it.

4. I ran away from my home in Utah on Christmas morning when I was 15. I've been in California ever since.

5. The first time I ever masturbated I was also 15 (that was a big year for me). The Chefs in the restaurant I worked in told me that I was pussy because I had never done it before. God bless peer pressure.

6. I love potatoes.

7. I'm having a baby in September and I'm terrified.

8. My real name is Anthony Jaramillo. Originally i was supposed to be Salvador Anthony Jaramillo, but my Mom cut off the Salvador. I could see myself as a "Sal."

I don't really know who to tag, but I'm going to start blogging again. Peace out.

"Repo Man Haiku for $700 Alex."

Car was repossessed
Yesterday made Tony sad
Knew it was coming

Yesterday my car was finally repossessed. I knew it was going to happen, but it still sucks. At least the Repo Man let me get my cd's out. Looks like I will be riding the metrolink to May Day.

My Complaints are Accompanied by a Six String

I have always enjoyed a good political song. In the past I have made attempts at writing them, but they always seemed a bit callow (Though the only ears to hear those songs were my own).
Any song that can not only touch people, but compel them to take action is truly a magnificent feat. I love those songs.

This is not one of those.

Simply some observations and opinions that are to be screamed over a guitar that is slightly out of tune.

We can wait
Until our problems
Have gone so long
its too late to solve them
Hesitate
Self-Medicate
The kids
Can fix it on their own

Our Attention
Undivided
On the topics
Media provides us
Stories Spun
A War Begun
Before Senate ever had a vote

And no asked how the fire started
We simply empathized for the broken hearted
While our rights are slowly stripped away
Privacy for freedom is the price that we pay

When illness
Is a business
Staying sick
Is what you live with
Pill and Prescriptions
Legal addictions
And a thank you for your time

Because finding cures lowers profit margins
So killing pain becomes your next best option
Your next fix comes in a pharmacy
24 hours, 7 days a week

Can't sleep, counting blessings, counting sheep.

What do you think about when you can't sleep?

Tonight my brain is overwhelmed with memories. They make my heart beat hard and slow. Each time it pumps, it hits the inside of my chest with force. It is the kind of strike that resonates through every bone and every muscle in my body. Like a prize fighter that slowly and surgically throws lefts, rights and uppercuts into the center of my being. There is nothing I can do, but sit awake and think about every punch that is thrown.

The problem is that everything running through my head is so random. The stripper that told about being raped by her father when she was eleven. My Mom's attempt at suicide (for the second time). Singing songs in backyards. My personal fears of failure and being alone. The list goes on.

I am forced to write. My personal little way of turning demons into words. Confessing. I pray silently that by writing this, I will somehow appease some of the dust covered skeletons that are rapping on the closet door.

I wonder if I will ever be brave enough to clean out that fucking closet?