HE BECAME FANCY LIKE ME
Basketballin'
One of my three nephews, Sam (at right in full-on Football mode), has been dying to get on this website. I've told him "send me a picture and I'll put you on." Well, in a fortunate turn of events he sprained his pinky playing basketball, so he's fancy like me. There's no better reason then posting pics of him all over the place since he's family and fancy. Now, he just has to get working on that vertical.
Actually, this is a good place to discuss something that I've been thinking about after passing through S.F. and L.A. I've seen soooo many people that are driving insanely expensive cars, and it's highly likely that they live in insanely expensive houses, but to me most of them just don't look happy. Then on the streets, I see people rushing down the sidewalk in their monkey suits, always in a rush, always in a hurry, no time to just sit back and enjoy the little things. I think I may have been working on this theory for sometime now, but it's my "be yourself" theory. SO MANY people are out there trying to be someone else, someone they're not, that it's almost impossible for them to be happy. I don't get why so many people look to others for happiness, while they if they just tried new things, were open minded, and learned what it is that genuinely makes that individual happy, they'd achieve said happiness. What am I getting at?? I guess, the moral of the story is that Sam, you're young, you've got a whole lifetime ahead of you (more if you follow my lead and go to the fountain of youth), but don't do things I've done, because I have, do them if you think you'd enjoy them. Right.
Time to get back on track. Sam's sister, Maddie (formerly known as the "Stuffed Animal Detective" from a book I made for her, above she's probably mapping out the quickest route to intercept me in my travels) likes to argue with Sam about which one of them gets to live with me if something should happen to their parents. Having matching pinkies is definitely in Sam's favor - but the bugger keeps beating me in fantasy football, which isn't good for my delicate sensibilities. This is a ridiculous, and rather morbid subject. I should stop, let's hope everyone knows that I will do whatever it is I need to do, for now let's just hope that I'm a respectable role model, at least far as homeless, hobos go.