Lately I've been hard to reach
I've been too long on my own
Everyone has a private world
Where they can be alone
Are you calling me, are you trying to get through
Are you reaching out for me, and I'm reaching out for you

I'm just so fuckin' depressed
I just can seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump
But I need something to pull me out this dump
I took my bruises, took my lumps
Fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up
In order for me to pick that mic back up
I don't know how I pry away
And I ended up in this position I'm in
I starting to feel distant again
So I decided just to pick this pen
Up and tried to make an attempt to vent
But I just can't admit
Or come to grips, with the fact that
I may be done with rap
I need a new outlet
I know some shits so hard to swallow
And I just can't sit back and wallow
In my own sorrow
But I know one fact
I'll be one tough act to follow
One tough act to follow
Copy
One tough act to follow
Here today, gone tomorrow
But you have to walk a thousand miles

Chorus
Walk my shoes, just to see
What it's like, to be me
All be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what I'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other's mind
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other's eyes

But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful OoOo
They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you sOoOoo
Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful OoOo
They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you

I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor
Everything is so tense and gloom
I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature in the room
Just as soon as I walk in
It's like all eyes on me
So I try to avoid any eye contact
Cause if I do that then it opens a door to conversation
Like I want that...
I'm not looking for extra attention
I just want to be just like you
Blend in with the rest of the room
Maybe just point me to the closest restroom
I don't need fucking man servin'
Tryin to follow me around, and wipe my ass
Laugh at every single joke I crack
And half of them ain't even funny like that
Ahh 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
So why don't you all sit down
Listen to the tale I'm about to tell
Hell, we don't have to trade our shoes
And you don't have to walk no thousand miles

Chorus
Walk my shoes, just to see
What it's like, to be me
All be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what I'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other's mind
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other's eyes

But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful OoOo
They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you sOoOoo
Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful OoOo
They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you sOoOoo

Nobody asked for life to deal us
With these bullshit hands with doubt
We have to take these cards ourselves
And flip them, don't expect no help
Now I could have either just
Sat on my ass and pissed and moaned
But take this situation in which I'm placed in
And get up and get my own
I was never the type of kid
To wait but I know to unpack his bags
Never sat on the porch and hoped and prayed
For a dad to show up who never did
I just wanted to fit in
Every single place
Every school I went
I dreamed of being that cool kid
Even if it meant acting stupid
Aunt Edna always told me
Keep making that face till it gets stuck like that
Meanwhile I'm just standing there
Holding my tongue up trying to talk like this
Till I stuck my tungue on the frozen stop sign poll at 8 years old
I learned my lesson and cause I wasn't tryin to impress my friends no more
But I already told you my whole life story
Not just based on my description
Cause where you see it from where you're sitting
Is probably 110% different
I guess we would have to walk a mile
In each other's shoes, at least
What size you where?
I wear tens
Let's see if you can fit your feet

Chorus
Walk my shoes, just to see
What it's like, to be me
All be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what I'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other's mind
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other's eyes

But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful OoOo
They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you sOoOoo
Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful OoOo
They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you sOoOoo

Lately I've been hard to reach
I've been too long on my own
Everyone has a private world
Where they can be alone... sOoOoo
Are you calling me, are you trying to get through OoOo
Are you reaching out for me, and I'm reaching out for you sOoOoo Oo Oo

Yea... To my babies. Stay strong. Daddy will be soon
And to the rest of the world, god gave you the shoes
That fit you, so put em on and wear em
And be yourself man, be proud of who you are
Even if it sounds corny,
Don't ever let no one tell you, you ain't beautiful

So I'm finally doing it. I'm going into business for myself. I have the money, the equipment and more importantly the experience to finally be my own boss. By my own admission I'm scared as fuck. I have so many questions. What makes someone a good boss/ employer? How do you find employees that are suitable to deal with my hot head and anal retentive ways? How do I separate myself from the competition? Basically I've read the books on it but I would rather get some real world input from people with more experience than me. And for the record it will be a tree service/ lawn and turf business/ landscaping. Any witty slogans and such are greatly appreciated.

Todays lesson brought to you by the letter A

I'm tired of people assuming shit about me because of my personal appearance, my demeanor, my attitude, etc. Yes thats right guy that knows the irrigation system at work. I picked up half your knowledge base in two season there. You've been there since when? 89? I don't look like the reading type? You do look like the creepy fifty something guy that lives with his mom and talks incessantly about caving and cars. Hey look Jay 1, Alan 0. Asshole.

Goonies never say die!

As me and one of my bosses were discussing if everyone would be cool with coming in at 5 every day instead of 6 to try and beat the heat (it was overwhelmingly agreed that its a good idea) we had this little exchange in the middle of it. "So Jay did you and Wayne give up on bunkers for the day or what?" "Goonies never say die!" "Did your mom drink alot when she was pregnant?" Pause for us laughing. "That's what I love about summer, you can drink as much beer as you want and you sweat it all out by 10 and you feel good as new." "Yeah I drank a lot of NewCastle last night and I've been chucking butt mud all day because of it." So in summation I challenge everyone to try and put those sentences back to back. "Goonies never say die!" and "Yeah I drank a lot of NewCastle last night and I've been chucking butt mud all day because of it."

I am quite possibly retarded

I love working outside and I'm one of the hardest working smart ass motherfuckers the golf course has ever seen. I love the fact that even though I'm an "adult" and "responsible with power tools" it still amuses me that people trust me enough with tools that I could easily "trip" and "disembowel assholes I don't like" and have said these things verbatim to my bosses that they think I'm joking and still allow me to go out and do whatever. I love my second job, more smart ass comments and it's only the people from work that actually WORK and that the arborist likes. It's pretty much the golf course version 2.0 with more money which is awesome because when most of your money goes to cigarettes, dip(none of that poor people Griz shit for me) or rent more money is better. Obviously. The third job at the pet store that I start Sunday morning (after getting off work from the golf course which I will get some time off one of these months I swear) is kind of iffy. I might be a lot of things but I'm really not sure if customer service is going to be my forte. Oh I see your bringing back a dead fish, well that's fucking awesome throw that in the trash and I'll get you a new one. I can see it all ready. I will keep this updated on my (mis)adventures of trying to deal with people on a day to day basis. Somehow I can see my alcohol consumption going up exponentially having to deal with people.

But

Even though not everything in my house would make a sweet beer bong I will be picking up a pink flamingo when I get the chance. Who doesn't need the "FLABONGO?"

I'm not a doctor but all the signs seem to be there

I realized today that I've accidentally became an adult. Here is just a short list of the dirty symptoms that have been plaguing me.

I don't get high anymore and go to the gas station for dinner.

"those fucking kids" are actually 18 year old adults.

The phrase "when I was a kid" has actually entered my vocabulary.

Beer is no longer whats for breakfast.

I've gotten so used to waking up at 4:30 for work that I no longer need an alarm clock. I set it just in case.

Not every random object in my apartment would totally make a sweet bong or beer bong.

People actually come to me for advice. And I give them sincere insight instead of random funny gibberish.

Reading for a bit and then going to bed seems like an acceptable alternative to going out.

When being around 18-21 year olds isn't fun; they're obnoxious, retarded know-it-alls. I wouldn't go back to being 18 for a million dollars.

I stopped dealing with unstable people just for great sex.

Having sex with a 15 year old is no longer my weekly goal, it's now creepy and illegal.

When there's a piece of shit just aching to get into a fight with me, and I realize that I'm too damn old to get arrested for fighting so I just brush it off and move on.

I hear younger kids referring to songs I listened to as "classics".

The mindset of sleeping with as many girls as possible distinctly faded away and I find myself longing to be with someone who can put up with me on a daily basis, if you're lucky you have found that person.

Motherfucker I feel old. Now get those damned kids off my lawn.

I've started this post a million times for a week straight and yet every time it doesn't come out right and I just get flustered and close it. Its weird finally having everything going right. I love my jobs, I love working all the time even if it means trying to go from four thirty in the morning till nine or ten at night. It gives me focus and a burning passion to want to do better even if it has killed the little bit of social life I had down here. The biggest problem I have now is I don't really have a passion or a hobby. Living in shit hole one north for two more months means not worth the hassle of getting a dog nor the free time to even properly care for it. Going a whole year without having a dog as a companion is killing me. There is something about unwavering loyalty and pure excitement every time you walk in the door of them acting they weren't sure if you were coming back that I need in my life.

An open letter to the guys at the gym

Trust me when I say this. You designer sunglasses and Sean john work out suit do not help you at the gym. But then again neither does standing in front of the mirrors flexing the entire fucking time while I try and lift. Standing around trying to act important on your blue tooth headset while wandering around like a lost child occasionally lifting weights that would be better suited for pubescent girls trying to get toned are not going to get you anywhere. If your going to a gym to hang out and look important you are an entire shed of tool. The only guy worse at the gym today was your Guido looking friend that found it necessary to scream and grunt while lifting weights that I usually WARM UP WITH BEFORE I START. So with that Guido and three Kanye west knock off friends I am not impressed.

Eminem beautiful lyrics

(Musical intro)
I'm just so fucking depressed
i just cant seem to get out this slump
if i could just get over this hump
but i need something to pull me out this dump
i took my bruises took my lumps
fell down and i got right back up
but i need that spark to get psyched back up
and in order for me to pick the mic back up
i don't know how or why or when
i ended up this position I'm in
I'm started to feel distant again
so i decided just to pick this pen
up and try to make an attempt to vent
but i just cant admit
or come to grips the fact that i may be done with rap
i need a new outlet
and i know some shits so hard to swallow
but i cant just sit back and wallow
in my own sorrow but i know one fact
ill be one tough act to follow
one tough act to follow
ill be one tough act to follow
here today gone tomorrow but you'd have to walk a thousand miles

Chorus:
in my shoes, just to see
what its like, to be me
ill be you, lets trade shoes
just to see what id be like
to feel your pain, you feel mine
go inside each others minds
just to see what we'd find
look at shit through each others eyes
it don't matter saying you ain't beautiful
they can all get fucked just stay true to you
don't matter saying you ain't beautiful
they can all get fucked just stay true to you

i think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor
every things so tense and gloom
i almost fee like i gotta check the temperature of the room just as soon as i walk in
its like all eyes on me i try to avoid any contact
cause if i do that then it opens the door for conversation like i want that
I'm not looking for extra attention i just want to be just like you
blend in with the rest of the room maybe just point me to the closest restroom
i don't need no fucking man servant trying to follow me around and try to wipe my ass
laugh at every single joke i crack and half of them ain't even funny like hahhhhh
"Marshall your so funny man you should be a comedian god damn"
unfortunately i am i just hide behind the tears of a clown
so why don't you all sit down
listen to the tale that I'm about to tell
hell we don't gotta trade our shoes
and you don't gotta walk no thousand miles

Chorus:
in my shoes, just to see
what its like, to be me
ill be you, lets trade shoes
just to see what id be like
to feel your pain, you feel mine
go inside each others minds
just to see what we'd find
look at shit through each others eyes
it don't matter saying you ain't beautiful
they can all get fucked just stay true to you
don't matter saying you ain't beautiful
they can all get fucked just stay true to youuuuu

nobody asked for life to deal us with these bullshit hands we're dealt
we gotta take these cards ourselves and flip em don't expect no help
now i could have either just stayed at home sit on my ass and pissed and moaned
or take this situation with which I'm placed in and get up and kick my own
i was never the type of kid to wait by the door and pack his bags
and sat on the porch and hope and prayed for a dad to show up who never did
i just wanted to fit in in every single place every school i went
i dreamed of being that cool kid even if it meant acting stupid
and Edna always told me keep making that face and it'll get stuck like that
meanwhile I'm just standing there holding my tongue trynwa twalk like dwis
then i stuck my tongue on that frozen stop sign pole at 8 years old
i learned my lesson then cause i wasn't trying to impress my friends no more
but i already told you my whole life story
not just based on my description
cause where you see it from where your sitting its probably 110% different
i guess we would have to walk a mile in each others shoes at least
what size you wear? i wear tens
lets see if you can fit your feet

Chorus:
in my shoes, just to see
what its like, to be me
ill be you, lets trade shoes
just to see what it'd be like
to feel your pain, you feel mine
go inside each others minds
just to see what we'd find
look at shit through each others eyes
it don't matter saying you ain't beautiful
they can all get fucked just stay true to you
don't matter saying you ain't beautiful
they can all get fucked just stay true to you
so
it don't matter saying you ain't beautiful
they can all get fucked just stay true to you
so

(music outro)

em:
yeah
to my babies
stay strong
daddy will be home soon
and to the rest of the world
god gave you shoes to fit you
so put em on and wear them
be yourself man
be proud of who you are
and even if it sounds corny
don't ever let anyone tell you you ain't beautiful