I’m sitting here in my dark apartment reflecting on my year.

My apartment is dark. It’s storming outside. I’m sitting here reflecting on the amount of times I’ve been rejected .

I’ve been rejected by jobs. I’ve been rejected by friends. I’ve been rejected by girls.

Kytra, Bailey, Cabbie, I will not give up because I believe one of you are meant to be my wife.

James, Tanner, Sean, Dave, Ryan those disciplinarian actions I took towards you was to educate you on how to be a great friend.

As I sip on my cold black coffee in the dark with my dim lantern next to me, I am wondering when if I will ever be successful.

You people who are disrespectful you need discipline. I’m a disciplinarian. I don’t care the age.

I’m a big man so I can hold my own against anybody. I’m big enough to disciplin grown men if need be.

As I reflect I’m thinking about the time I got fired for poor performance. I was angry. I wanted to place the boss and the guys in the office in a rear naked choke hold so they wouldn’t be able to walk me out. I exercised self control and let them walk me out, while people at on the floor were smirking.

I lost it and said “DONT BE SMIRKING, DONT BE SMIRKING. BUCK YOU DONT BE SMIRKING. “
I then gave them an intimidating angry look showing my teeth and they looked away.

I’m reflecting on the times I got picked on in school. Those kids who picked on me needed discipline. I’m a disciplinarian but back then I wasn’t. Sometimes I think I should track them down and give them due discipline. But what would that do? I’m 44 now so I should leave the past in the past.

I’m done posting. Okay thanks bye