Kenneth Mejia

Everyday for work I pack a Peanut Butter & Jelly Sandwich, mmmmmmmm

More important things to worry about

Went to the gym last night and when I parked the car, 2 dudes were arguing about some shit.  One guy was a little 140lb person and the other was a huge 200lb guy, supposedly the little guy said hello to the big guy’s girlfriend, and the 200lb guy’s pride got in the way and he got very upset. So they were at each others face, and the 200lb guy was like about to dominate this little fool.  Of course all the girls (including the girlfriend) were screaming “STOP IT” (there were 3 girls there, the big guy had 2 dude friends, the little guy was by himself, and there were other bystanders just watching).  

I believe things were settling down until the little dude called out the big guy at some point, and then the big dude charged at him and next thing you know all hell was about to break loose.  It’s funny because no one else was gonna stop it, people were just watching and shit.  So whatever, I got out of the car (good thing I was wearing baggy sweats, a wifebeater, and a LA hat backwards - totally looked non-Asian) and I run up to the little dude and pushed him away because the big guy already had like 3 girls and 2 guy friends with him trying to calm him down, so I just take the little guy away and force him onto the street sort of just to get away from the parking lot.  And for the next 5 min they’re just yelling at each other from far away.  The little guy was just trying to make a point that he could kick the big guy’s ass if he was 50lbs heavier and that the big dude was a punk for picking on a little drunk guy, he was “trying to teach this big guy a lesson”.  It wasn’t gonna happen… So I went up to the big guy, he seemed to show me a profound respect for jumping in the middle and separating them both, and so did his other guy/girl friends.  I told him, “that little guy is gonna keep talking shit, but you have to ignore that fool”.  And he understood, and so it died on its own sort of, with the little guy still talking in the background, but it was of no effect. 

I shook hands with both of those guys and told them to squash it, then I went to the gym to get sexy. 

Being Complacent is Cool. But Being the Shit Feels so Much Better. Goals!

To be is to do, to do is to be courageous, to be courageous is “to let go of the familiar”, to let go of the familiar is to take risks, to take risks is to face consequences, to face consequences is to learn, and to learn is to be persistent

feeling uneasy

i need a night where i can just ruuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn far awayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy and fall asleep after that run and wake uuuuup a kid again. 

july come soon