But now, well, now, birthdays, anniversaries, and funerals go by, all while we're all just looking for someone to cry when we die.
That's why we're on OK Cupid, right? RIGHT?
But, I digress...
I grew up a poor black child. And, eventually, grew into being an over-privileged, middle class, white boy that listens to way too much hip-hop and watches way too many gangsta movies. I mean, how many times have I seen Boyz in the Hood, anyhow? Too many.
Besides that, I kicked around in the minor leagues for awhile. Dreaming of the day I would get called up to the show.
It never happened, but in the mean time I had some bit parts on some TV shows, a few failed pilots, and a development deal for my band.
Always a day late and a buck short.
Now, I'm getting back on the saddle, if you will, out there looking for THE ONE. Or, you know, a pretty good time while I chase the high of that said one.
English is my first language. Actually, it's my only language, unless you count sarcasm. Then... it's my only language, too.
I still dream of hitting it big on the silver screen, but in the mean time, I sell snow cones out of a mobile unit to kids that chase me down the street like I'm a dog they want to tug at it's tail and pet way too hard.
Hey man, it's living! At least it pays the rent.