Enter The 8R8 Podcast

I know it’s been a while but bear with me as I attempt to find my voice and try to figure out where I fit in inside of this strange place called life. Don’t think for one moment that I haven’t been busy. Although my writing has been on pause my 2016 has been nonstop as I spent part of my January in Las Vegas. I was lucky enough to see Steve Aoki at Omnia but being able to spend my birthday with Tiesto was probably one of the most memorable experiences I have had in quite some time. It was fun coming out of retirement for two nights in the city of Sin. I also checked out Kid Cudi’s Especial Tour in Chicago but why read about it when you can hear all about it? Check out The 8r8 Podcast and hear all about my adventures. It’s nice mix of music, action figures, adventures, and real life. It’s in the baby stages so be patient please. I am having fun with the show and I believe it will only get better. Daniel Bryan I love man, thank you for the memories. The new Kanye West album drops tonight or tomorrow? There is OH SO much to be excited about. I want to hear all about your adventures, stories, passions, and life. Find me on twitter @The8r8 and if you have ever read even one of my words, thank you and I love you.

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THE 8R8 IN THE YEAR 2014

I wish I could say there was nothing to talk about in 2014 but that’s not true.  I have a ton of notes from the many places that I have seen. There has been an obvious shift of direction in my life. I have been reading my stories and at times I am not very happy with what I see. The content isn’t where I would like it to be. I wrote most of these stories on my phone. My arena to write is any dive bar in America. This for some odd reason is where I find my creativity. Great deals of my tales were written under the influence and I fear they aren’t very reader friendly at times. They were produced in the moment and often posted in the moment in a hurry. I rarely did any editing which has lead to my discontent. It was overwhelming but I have gotten to point where I can accept that these stories are rough drafts of some great moments in between. I have begun editing the 8r8’s content. I started at the beginning. There are obvious grammar issues. My brain misses small words that are essential to the read. I haven’t changed the core of the stories but I did expand at times to give the read a better flow. There will still be moments that you will not understand but I am working on that as well. I plan to dissect some of my stranger blogs and give some insight with a little commentary in the future. I would like to get into some of the specifics. I alluded to things that deserve an explanation. This has been a therapeutic process. I surprised myself and remember the people and influence that surrounded them. I edited Day n Night: The Rise of 2 Eights. I posted the picture of an Eight Ball in my hand. On surface it was meant to be an origin story of the 8r8 name but it became a story about one of the most twisted times in my life. I plan on revisiting those places but for now I will continue to edit. I will keep editing until this content meets my expectations. I do not have a timeline and I am taking my time because I think the stories deserves better. I also think you as the reader deserve better from me. Expect a new mission statement. My relationship with music has changed and continues to be complicated.  I will present the overdue introduction of my partner in crime who is 100% personality.  I would like to build something consistent. The 8R8 is proud of all the EDM kids for grabbing hold of a genre and owning it. Keep telling your stories and living your music. See you in 2015.

OBLIGATION

My only real obligation is too my mother. The ego of some of these people though. I know so many of you think this shit is about you. I wonder why you think it’s about you. Why because we fuck or fucked or you think I still care about your fucking ass you fucking fuck. I am not going to apologize for squeezing the word fuck so many times into one sentence but I just don’t give a fuck. I don’t give a fuck what you got. I don’t give a fuck what you want. I am obligated to my own agenda. I bet you think it’s all about you? We HATE on each other FAM. We are traveling through some cautious times. Respect is being lost and my suggestion is you should be careful who and what you trust in because we are looking around for each other and no one is really around. It’s a GOD DAMN shame but I am not here to judge.  I worry about the individual because at the end of night it’s all we really have. Those that can stand on their own feet and balance life will survive. Fucking excuses for why you are so selfish I don’t want to hear that shit. The opening for best friend in the whole wide world has been open in my heart for so long as I toss it around to junkies and the soulless. They don’t deserve it. You better get it together quick FAM it’s lonely when you are a selfish asshole because death is our only guarantee. I would think life would have taught you a few lessons but you are ignorant to it all and make excuses twisting your own perception.  We don’t believe you. You think you are real good. I wish you the best but this really isn’t about those that want it to be about them. Open your eyes FAM before it’s too late. My only real obligation is to my mother and that’s based on love and you better hope you made an impact in your life you and that same someone has that same obligation towards you. I hope you find something that’s based on love underneath the things you collect. My trophies are my words and I am only obligated to live by them. Those demons you hold on to are going to eat you alive. A bitter heart means an empty soul. I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it in your vibe.  

Fucking With My Soul

I guess I say a little too much every now and then. I guess my weakness is I communicate versus hide it all. I am an open book and yeah I put it all out there for your enjoyment. Every moment well I guess that makes me the ring leader of this circus. They are sucking the creativity right out my soul from the tap like fucking vampires. They make me miserable and they are trying to program my put they bullshit chip in my brain. Yes, I volunteered for this a censored strip right over my mouth and they probably think they are winning. They think they know what to expect. Maybe I am giving everyone way too much credit but at I know now that they hate me. I can feel your words by the fucking vibe every time I walk in the room. I have the satisfaction of knowing that all you motherfuckers fear me because you know my history. I can put the devil's thoughts back my head meaning I can come up with something evil. The crazy part is the shit has never left my heart.  It eats away at me and it's killing me. I am not ready to die so you have to understand it's either me or you and I hope you are reading this. The scary part is I don't have to revert to my old ways because I know more now. Guess I am learning all my lessons for the entire world to see. My body fits your cooperate image my soul scream and I want to FUCK IT ALL. So I guess I need to be a little quieter. My silence can be deadly. You should be worried that I am writing again. You should be worried that I am making some fucking noise.