Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Professor Blu's class is now in session...

I did have a blog to write today. That goes without saying as it has been quite... *quite*... some time since I last wrote something. But something arose that sent me on a slightly different path. Don't get me wrong, I'll still write my original, possibly a little later on in the evening. However, something needs to be addressed that I have been hearing a bit of from time to time. And with a week to go until my second wedding anniversary, I figure what better time.

What started as a regular Wednesday morning for me -- getting up early, getting dressed, dropping the wife off at work as parking is a bitch for her on Wednesdays, heading to my mother's in Queens for a quick shower, and off to a healthy breakfast consisting of eggs since I'm told I need protein... or beer... something -- turned quite interesting while I was in the middle of eating my breakfast at my regular diner. It almost seemed scripted and rehearsed the way it was all set up. At the table right behind me sat a mother and her daughter -- I'd place the daughter at about mid-20s -- and it wasn't an enormously loud cause I could make out their convo, but I wasn't exactly across the room either.

Now I'm not one to really eavesdrop. For the most part, people annoy me. In fact, just the other day, I was at Panera Bread, and there was a group of four middle aged to old just sitting and talking something about having tenants which then turned to cold cuts and how Boar's Head is best cause of the low sodi-- what the fuck? I swear, if I didn't know any better, it was some sort of mafia meeting with the gold bracelet and chains the gentlemen were wearing. And there was an Asian woman involved, and I'm pretty sure all the cold cuts and renting that was discussed, she was possibly sold right before my eyes. But I digress... back to the situation at hand.

So I'm not really one to eavesdrop, but I couldn't help considering the topic. It was a general catch up kind of conversation, it seemed. So, one would assume, they live in different residences. The mother (who was back-to-back with me) then asked how the daughter's love life was going. If there was any special person in her life. At this point, I still hadn't caught particular interest, but it was still close enough to not catch the words. The daughter seemed to try and deviate from any details, but made it clear she was seeing someone. The mother insisted on details. This is where it brought me into the convo. By the way, vegetable egg-white omelette with a side of turkey bacon, a cup of coffee, and OJ. So fucking good... I'll get into that in tonight's blog.

As I was saying, this is where it brought me into the convo. Apparently, this girl had met the man she is seeing online. Almost instantly, the mother started questioning the daughter's sanity. "Are you crazy? How can you meet someone online? There's so many guys walking around on a daily basis" Blah blah blah...
It took all my power not to be this guy.

I let them continue as the daughter started to defend herself by stating she's a grown women and plenty of people are meeting this way and how it's perfectly fine and how she'll like the guy. Still, the mother would have none of it. By now, I couldn't finish eating any more and asked for a coffee refill. As I waited for it to be brought to me, the two continued. The mother was clearly upset, and the daughter was, too, as well as agitated by her mother's irrationality.

When my coffee was brought to me, I stood up, picked it up, made a 180, and asked if I could join them as I took a seat next to the mother without waiting for a response. I know: cocky and arrogant, but I needed to add my two cents because... well, you'll learn why.
I introduced myself as Manny, and asked that I don't know their names to make it somewhat more neutral. Plus, I mean... come on... think of the dramatics: awesome stranger in a jeans and a hoodie wearing a hat ready to spread some guidance in one's life and they don't know who you are?? Whaaaaaaat??
I introduced myself as Manny and although both visibly upset and put on the spot, they accepted that I sat with them, unsure of what I was going to do. I started off by telling the girl that her mother was right. She started to protest a little and I asked that she let me finish because she'll want to and be happy to hear what I have to say.

Now I can't exactly write everything I said verbatim, which sucks because it was a pretty epic fucking speech. But I can write how I feel which is what helped fuel what I had to say. I do feel it necessary to state how I started my argument as it set the precedent for what I had to say.
At some point, I had removed my hoodie, and lapped it over the back of my chair. As I was talking, I was fidgeting with my phone. Not to be rude, but because there was a reason. I also made it a point to keep any detail of my left hand hidden for the moment. I started to tell the girl why her mother was right cause the person she met online could be some degenerate with tattoos, has long hair, facial hair, look like he came right out of prison. And then I proceeded to point myself out. I showed them how I had a couple of tattoos showcasing the one on my arm and wrist, showed my long hair, and I have some stubble that only an inmate that has a once-a-week shave would have. Followed by showing them my wedding band. Followed by showing them a wedding photo off my facebook. (The look on the mother's face from the transformation of this short-haired, clean-shaven, hidden-tattooed gentleman to what was sitting next to her was priceless.) They both commented on how beautiful the bride was, and appropriately so. And how gorgeous the wedding dress looked as they asked for me to zoom into it. And then, I let them in on a little secret: I met her online.

The smile that the daughter had, I thought her face was going to break. The mother's stare just turned blank as she didn't know how to retreat. I'm not going to lie, there are some freaks out there on the internet. Some of them wind up on "To Catch a Predator." Some of them will fly you out from coast to coast to meet them and then hold your luggage hostage.

But within those, there are legitimate people who are actually looking for a relationship. Actual people who may not have the time to go out as much as they want, or who don't care to be set up on a blind date just because they're the brother/sister of a friend who's cousin's father was shot in the war that someone's grandfather was discharged from... what??
This brings me to my point: there are so many people that look down on online dating. Who think it's a waste of time. Who think it's creepy. Who think it's embarrassing. Who think it's sad and pathetic. It's not. It really isn't. What is sad and pathetic is when you think it's those things even though the person you're with you met online. Or when you gave it a shot and you gave up after you met two people and it didn't pan out. Or when you don't know what the fuck you're talking about.
Yeah, you can almost say I'm a bit passionate about this because it's something that means something to me. Actually, here's a little fun fact that'll blow you're fucking mind: if ever you think that it's ugly, unattractive, anti-social people that meet online, remember this -- Mila Kunis enjoys it. She enjoys viewing profiles, and helping her single friends meet people, and would do it herself if it weren't for her celebrity status. So go fuck yourself.

Why did I turn to finding someone online? I mean, clearly, I'm not hideous. My confidence is through the fucking roof. I was never one to shy from the bar/club scenes if there was nothing to do. But it's such a waste of time sometimes. I mean, I go to a bar on a Friday/Saturday night, the nights when it's sure to have a nice selection, and for everyone 1 girl there, there's already 10 guys. So, right off the bat, the girl's defense is up. I mean, I was never expecting to have a "How I Met Your Mother" moment in a bar or club, but it doesn't mean it couldn't happen. Still, it just seemed like so much work to try and impress one girl when you know she's most likely only entertaining you for another drink or until another guy comes by. And with work, and school, and trying to get my life started, seriously, who has the time for that. I'd much rather surf some profiles, send a few messages, if the spark is there, then let's tease the fire. If it blazes, then beautiful. If not, then it was fun, wish ya luck, and we go our separate ways. And that's what it was.

And that's how it was for my wife too as she waited for me to come along. And then we met. I believe it was October 26th, 2008 that I first emailed her on And I didn't just write some stupid "Yo, great rack, wanna bang" email. I actually read her profile, and put thought into what I wanted to say to show her I was interested. And how could Superman not be when Wonder Woman has her picture up? ;) And October 29th, 2008, we had our first date. And six months later, we were engaged. And a year and a half after that, we were married, and two years after that, here we are.
So don't put down something like online dating because you don't understand it, or you never tried it, or you're embarrassed. Because in that same retrospect, I can think that working for sanitation is disgusting, or being a lawyer is creepy, or being a retail salesperson or barista or "sandwich artist" is pathetic and sad.
Someone once said "we're quick to judge that which we don't know." And yet, even with this realization, it still happens day in and day out. So when you do so, remember, I will shut you down in a goddamn fucking heartbeat for being an illogical, incompetent, under-educated sonuvabitch!
I'm done! ...Geez, it's not even 12noon yet???

Friday, June 1, 2012

Not Cheetara's day...

I wish I could find a way to prove to everyone that everything I write isn't always negative or violent. But when people persist on testing my patience... sometimes, I want to cry FOR them. Because life is going to be so hard.

I can agree that perhaps... maybe... just maybe... I may have gone a little overboard today. But I can honestly say that writing about it will help relieve me of any frustration that may be left over. At least for the sake of my wife and Cheetara... oh, and for those of you that don't know, Cheetara is my car... a sleek, sexy 2012 black on black Dodge Charger... seriously, her name is on her plate. Shut up.

Moving on, the day started nice and sunny... a comfortable and beautiful 79 or so degrees. What a perfect day to run some errands, get her oil changed, get her washed, pick up laundry, yadda yadda yadda. What could ruin it, right? Right.

So I get the call that she's ready and I head on over and take out my car thinking "Ok... should be an average of $35 as I've usually paid at least less than that but this time it's at the dealer."

You'd be logical to assume the estimate, but you'd be dead wrong. Fifty dollars. For a fucking oil and filter change. Five. Zero. Ten times five. Twenty-five plus twenty-five. I don't care how you put it, it came out to fifty. Thinking the same thing my wife did "Maybe they used some special 'last longer' oil."

You'd be logical to assume that. You'd be dead wrong. The oil cost $2.50 and they used six bottles. We're at $15 right there. The filter was $8.50, bringing us to $23.50. You mean to tell me that doing this cost about 200% in labor?? Really?! Ok, that's the last time Manfredi Chrysler Jeep & Dodge on Hylan Blvd in Staten Island get a dime out of me. Only time they'll see Cheetara is regarding something on my warranty. Fucking crooks. Should've learned my lesson when my regular doesn't-fuck-me-over Asian mechanic Dee told me he would've charged half the price of Manfredi's $800 bill on my wife's brakes.

It's not even the $50. I have a good enough job where it's like "Eh, it's needed. So, why not?" It's the principle. I mean, for an oil change, you'd think I would've felt some of the lube while I was being fucked in the ass.

Leaving there, I had to make a stop at ShopRite further down Hylan Blvd. I took a spot that was open at the very front where only one side had more parking, and the other were solid white lines, as in "No Parking Here, Morons" (I'm paraphrasing). I coast the solid white lines on my side so that, being the courteous humanitarian that I am, anyone that parks on my passenger side will have a little extra room.

You would be logical to think that. You would be wrong. I come out of ShopRite to find this woman's door wide open practically digging into my back passenger window. I wish I could say I was exaggerating. But I could literally see the metal on the door bending inwards (and to prove me right, I heard the noticeable *pop* as I moved the door off my car). The species (as I refuse to call them ladies as they were some inbred, straight-out-of-the-sticks gingers) were two women with a 2 year old and a toddler.
Excuse me if I'm rambling, but I want to paint a clear enough picture here as I play it back in my head in hopes that once I'm through, I'll be calm.

The one I assume was the driver (I would put her at about mid-20s, only because of her sidekick) had the two year old in arms. She spots me, and must've said something to her fellow creature (this one seemed slightly older, but wouldn't place her over 40, maybe 45) because she looked at me, and went back to removing the toddler from the back seat. I go around Cheetara, and I clearly and loudly claim "Um... excuse me!" Nothing. Not even a blink of an eye. I remove her door from my car (this is when I hear the pop) and just stand there as she finishes. She takes her car door, and slams it shut and walks off.

Nothing. No apology. No "Oh my goodness" as 'ladies' of her age would say. No even a look back. And that's all it would've taken for me to just look at her, say something meaningful in hopes of educating them like "Just try to be more careful" and move along. That's it. But the fact that all of a sudden, I felt like she was making this my fault...*sigh*... this is where I say I may...MAY...have overreacted.

Without even thinking twice about it, I lifted my leg and drop kicked the driver's sideview mirror. Again, I'm not even exaggerating... it didn't just bend back, it didn't hang off it's place... oh, nay, nay.
Mirror cracked.
Plastic broken right where it meets the door.
Pieces on the floor.

I honestly don't even care if she got my plate. I'm aware, as my wife pointed out to me, that I've got a very unique and memorable plate. So, be it. If I have to be some masked avenger that goes around teaching people lessons the hard way on driving etiquette, well, shit, I'll suit up!

Honestly, and again, something my wife pointed out to me, I know I live in New York. I know there'll be dings, and dents, and scratches, and blah blah blah here and there (and I cringe as I say it). But it's one thing if I don't see/hear it happen. But if I'm there, and you see me, and you're driving etiquette is horrendous... *sigh* may I have mercy on your soul.

Ok... not even gonna lie... I feel better. Heh... go figure. :-p

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Is it me?

It's not a rhetorical question. I'm not trying to be a smart ass. I really want to know, is it me?

A friend of mine said something to me the other day that got me thinking. He mentioned how my statuses are so negative (and additionally, also saying they're long but apparently, he's compelled to read them). And it got me thinking. I took a moment to just go through some of my statuses... maybe went as far back as a week... and I'm not going to lie and say they're weren't negative. But I'm biased. So I can't honestly say yay or nay. All I can really do is defend my position.

Reading over some of them, I can honestly say without a doubt that it wasn't me so much trying to be negative as it was being honest. This world has gotten so stupid. I can only hope that the whole phenomenon of 2012 does happen so that, like the movie, people can be picked and choose according to their importance and how much of a positive and intelligent impact they'll have on the new world (and I probably misspoke about importance, cause I mean... well, really? Palin? 'Nuff said.)

Case in point, my status yesterday read as follows:
Manny Blu

So after some douchebag driving from the opposite direction in an oversized explorer (who's clearly got the tiniest cock in the world, fyi) decided to come into my lane cause of the traffic on his side and swerves coming within inches of collision with me... then flipping me off cause obviously it was my fault... I've decided it's time to equip the back seat with a bat again... just saying.

I mean really?! How are you going to be a complete a-hole and flip me off after your poor decision almost caused an accident with me? It can't be me. It really can't. And I refuse to dumb myself down just so I can kee-- let me rephrase... just so the world can keep up with me. And this made me realize something. I had an epiphany the other day that was so obvious and clear, I don't know how I didn't see it sooner. A lot of people think I'm being funny. Which makes me think of a line in Eminem's song 'Beautiful':
ha Marshall, you're so funny, man,
You should be a comedian, god damn
Unfortunately I am,
but I just hide behind the tears of a clown

And I realize why people laugh at almost everything I say, despite the fact that I'm being serious. It's cause they're uncomfortable. They're uncomfortable with the truth, and it goes back to the age old saying "The truth hurts." And the truth is, as a people, we're stupid. We're dumb, stupid, retarded morons who've misplaced our priorities. You want proof of our stupidity? You've got libraries banning "50 Shades" from their shelves because of the long lived lifestyle of BDSM that it speaks of, but you can have teenage idiots swoon over some ass-fugly sparkling vampire who munches out the baby of his possibly underage counterpart on the big screen? Oh, she's not playing underage? She's 18? Yeah, that's better. Shut the fuck up before I take away your crayons.

But this just goes to show, it's not me being negative. It's me being honest. And it leads me to wonder another factor: how do I still have friends? I'm such a condescending pompous jackass that undermines everything and tells you how everything you know is wrong (like how for posting something on your status, facebook will donate dollar after dollar to save the kidney of a dying orphan boy and his sister who were pulled out of a burning car wreckage after they were attacked by a ferocious lion that shot wasps out of its mouth every time it roared... ok, I'm paraphrasing, but you get the idea) and yet, I still have friends. Maybe it's cause I'm not the person you want opposite your corner. Cause they know that at the end of the day, if it comes down to it, if my help is needed, my help is presented. Maybe cause I've proven that my bite is much more hurtful than my bark.

If you recall, a while back, there was a father who publicly called his daughter out on badmouthing him and her mother on facebook and he responded by putting 9 rounds into her laptop. I applaud this man. That's good parenting. I guarantee you, in a few years, that girl will be a stand up citizen and thank her father for that and not be some spoiled little cunt like many of the ones you already see. But back to my point: he posted a picture of her on facebook and there were a few people (honestly, like 3, nothing more than that) that were commenting on how he should get her on a diet, and she was obese, and how she's gonna get diabetes, and blah blah blah. Now don't get me wrong, I'm all for ragging on someone if it's well deserved. But this girl has done nothing to no one and didn't need to be verbally trampled like that. I felt the need to speak up on two separate occasions. Below are the results of both, 30 mins apart from each other, in their respective order:
Manny Blu
I saw this thread yesterday, and I felt the need to comment, but decided against it as I should collect my thoughts before using my uncensored, filter-free mouth. Because I wouldn't want to stoop to Melanie's level and tell her how I'm glad she teaches her children good health because if their parents' looks is what they have to look forward to, life is going to be hard. Additionally, Melanie ain't exactly winning Miss Universe, but now we're just splitting hairs. Like I said, I'd hate to have to stoop to her level and call her a downright cunt who lacks manners and common sense... so I won't.
A little fun fact for ya, Melanie... obesity -- child or adult -- does not cause diabetes. Sure, it's a factor, I won't deny that. But explain this little wonder of science: I've no medical record in my family history of any having diabetes. Anywhere. For as far back as I could have researched, not one person has, past or present, diabetes. And I'm Italian, that's a lot of people to look up. So explain to me how my sister was diagnosed with type two diabetes. She's never been overweight, neither as a child, nor as an adult. She's hardly a food junkie. Like many people, she enjoys her coffee. But other than that, your logic is null and void, you're a moron for speaking how you did to someone you don't even know squat about, and if you do work for the NYPD as your pic is showing what I believe is the city's patch, I sincerely hope you get shot. You're an embarrassment to the shield, to my former employer, and to your fellow comrades. And if you're not an officer, I sincerely hope you're an actress and you're in costume cause frankly, having something like that in your possession is a felony. Just Saying.
While we're on the topic of cunts, to Melissa (the poster right above me), perhaps you too should think about what you say before putting your two cents in. Not to say you're not allowed to your own opinion, but keep in mind, you're on facebook... where people can click your profile... your profile that you most likely showcase your entire life on... so don't be surprised when someone calls you a stuck up, gold digging whore because of the fake nails you probably sucked a penis to pay for, your self-portrait photo which just cries for attention due to daddy issues, and your over-compensating exposure of your chest... yeah, you're a real poster child for where ever the fuck you're from, Singh. With a name like that (and I'm about to get real racist now), one can only hope you blow yourself up. (Yeah, I just did it. Go cry about it in your diary.)
And to wrap things up, Tommy, you have a lovely daughter. She seems very happy despite the fact that you shot up her laptop. LoL I hope she's improved since and I hope she realizes the extent of her inter-lebritiness. (I think that's what you call an internet celebrity.)
And to anyone who's got a problem with what I said, cry a river, and drown yourself in it. I've said my piece, anything negative you have to say to me or anyone else from here on out will be ignored and not a single fuck will be given. It'll only go to show where the priorities in your life are, the lack of life you have, and I will leave you with these words:
Arguing on the internet is like being in the special olympics -- whether you win or lose, you're still retarded.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012 at 9:30am

Manny Blu
I find it funny how all these folks clearly forget of the firearm(s) that Tommy has and his ability and desire to use them. It's amazing how everyone can hide behind a monitor, but approach the man in person and stop being a coward.
Josh, your lack of intelligence precedes you through the words you typed. Your two-faced personality oozes from your profile by you making the american flag your cover photo. And what type of malnourished twig of a nutritionist are you to be given someone else dietary advice. You lack that which most men have -- no, not a set of balls, that's just in addition to... I mean dignity, respect, and common sense. The fact that you're allowed to socialize with the general public disgusts me. And no, I'm not being racist. I'm being honest. Your race has nothing to do with how I feel about you (or anyone for that matter). It's your stupidity that makes me cringe. But if it is racism you're looking for, then go blow yourself up. And take Melissa with you.
Melissa, another one who I'm shocked is allowed to co-exist with people. I think I've ripped into you enough on the other photo (link below). Judging by your default pic, you seem used to being fucked without lube, so I'll let you slide for now
Wednesday, May 16, 2012 at 10:01am

Again, I don't know this girl from a hole in the wall, but neither do any of them. And she's done nothing to them, so what position are they in?

So I ask again: is it me?

Negativity? No. Honesty.
Truth hurts. Buy yourself a fucking diary.

Monday, May 14, 2012

My thoughts on "The Avengers"...

So apparently, I'm crucified in person for having a fucking opinion about the movie that doesn't match what everyone else is saying. So to start, fuck you if you don't like what I have to say. Although the movie was good, it wasn't as great as it was hyped up to be. It had it's great and funny moments, I will give it that. And I got the story they were telling. But I feel they took too long to get there. Fine, give me your argument that it's broken box office records, and blah blah blah. Well, fucking yeah it did. It was only the most anticipated movie awaiting release. Oh, and people are going more than once to watch it? Ok, let me stop you right there a second.

  1. Why? Why do people do that?? Especially within days of seeing it the first time around? I never understood that. Especially when just to go see a movie nowadays, you have to take out a second mortgage. And let's not even go into the unnecessary 3-D. Leave that to Universal Studios at the theme parks. I don't need accessories to watch a fucking movie.
  2. The high probability that people are going to see the movie again for the action and graphics (aka eye candy) and not for the storyline are pretty high. Again, I won't lie, the eye candy was pretty intense in some parts.

So, people are going more than once to watch it you say. Well, then that would explain the reason for breaking box office records. Can't pay your rent? Doesn't matter, saw "The Avengers" 8 times. Bravo.
But again, I'm not knocking the movie. Things were done right. The Hulk, for starts, was finally on point. I was a little turned off when I heard that Ruffalo was playing Banner. But he turned out to deliver the role. And the graphic designers managed to keep The Hulk looking similar to his human self and not like some down-syndrome flubber mutant.
All-in-all, "The Avengers" was ok. Please put your hate mail in your diary because I frankly don't give a shit.

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

And then there was Blu...

So here we are. May 1st. A new start... again.

I wish I could say there is one difference this time though. I can't. Not because there isn't a difference. But because there's more than one. However, it does all come down to one reason: ambition. Something these past few months has felt... different. And good different, don't get me wrong.

For once, I'm somewhat at a loss for words. And if you know me, then you know that's complete blasphemy. There are just so many paths laid out around me that I honestly don't know where to begin. I guess I can begin with my reason for deciding to blog. Plain and simple, we're in a social media world. As much as I hate to admit it because the term is just such an oxymoron -- I mean, really?! Being online alone and looking at pictures websites and articles and 'liking' and sharing them makes us social?... *sigh* I've gone off-course. As I was saying, we live in a social media world. It's the ugly truth. And rather than keep fighting it, I might as well make my own mark. What can it hurt, right? ....why do I have the feeling I'm going to regret those words.

With that in mind, here are just a few of the recent paths I've started laying out:
  • This blog -- I've something of a free mouth... very outspoken. And it's not a matter of I don't think before I speak. On the contrary, I know very well the things I say when I say them. I'm not one to censor myself for anyone, and if I didn't say it hasn't gotten me in some hot water in the past, I'd be lying. You hear many say it, and very few live up to it, but I really do say pretty much what most people only think. Many take it as me just being a kidder, and well, so be it. But that's because of their discomfort with the truth. I know, I know, truth hurts. Especially hearing it. Buy a diary, and cry about it in there. Not on facebook. Because 73% of your friends don't even know you exist, 21% don't care about you, 4% have probably blocked your newsfeed, 1% is your family, and the other 1% will only read about it a month later during the once-in-a-blue-moon time they log in.
    So this blog is just a way for me to chronicle things -- whether it's my personal projects, upcoming events, random thoughts, how much I hate people and the cure for stupidity is seeming less and less likely... those sorta things. :-p
  • New YouTube channel -- my best friend and I, both actors, have decided to dabble in this, uh... youtube bonanza and put some ideas we had down on paper and onto some film. Well, not exactly film. I don't even think they use film anymore. But you get my drift. Stay tuned for that... which brings me to my next point...
  • -- It's finally happened. I've finally claimed my name. It's not fully up and running yet... but it will be. 
  • Stage performances -- In addition to the youtube channel and whatnot, the stage has been screaming for my return for who remembers how long. And so, it's time I answer it. Discussions have been had in regards to a play and even a one-man show. But that'll all be promoted in due time.
  • BluSB -- oh, you'll just have to wait for this... >;)
  • Getting fit -- everyone has New Year's resolutions and shit. Fuck that. Too cliche for me. I wait until I'm completely at rockbottom to do something about it. Not to say that I'm a two hundred and eighty-five pound man with a belly that can hold a plate without having to lean back... but I could afford to tone this shit up a bit. I mean, think of all the benefits... like being healthy and looking good and whatnot. Well, I mean moreso than I do now. >:)
That last bullet, about getting fit, that'll tend to be quite a regular post. I figure if I have the task of having to report my progress, chances are I'm not going to fuck this up this time. I've even consulted a trainer at my gym and plan to start getting my behind kicked by her twice a week for a few weeks. Bluntly put: I may die.

So that's just a quick rundown of things I've got going on. I swear not all my posts are going to be this dull. In fact, some may be downright insulting, but chances are, you'll read them and be "well, he is right..." Trust me.

And so here we are. Ending the same way we started. Time to ride this fucker until the wheels fall off...