So...the posts.

I kno, I kno. As my good friend Kap has let me know via my wall on Facebook, my post's have been slacking. The semester is coming to a close, and that caused panic. There was a rush to pass classes and ultimatly make the grade. My time has been spent worrying about schoolwork and a vehicle I am waiting to purchase. Wow. The week has gone by quickly...too quickly. Christmas is next week. It's time to start getting my shit in line.
From http://www.noizeclothing.com to the upcoming music prodjects; it's all coming. I will be posting more...and I havent forgotten about the lost notebook. Soon, it is all coming soon. Kap, no more wall writing from you....

Final Paper: First Semester.

Due to the increase in my workload, the postings have slacked...once again. The end of my first semester, softmore year, came to a close, a week and a half proved to be the time to get all of my work done. It is a mad dash to pass all of our classes.For one reason or another, stress and anxiety have filled my past few days. This is the last paper of the semester for my Communications class. At hand was the question of weather or not a society should permit to allow itself to destroy themselves.

Throughout our course this semester, many topics have been discussed. The approach taken towards the subject matter was that of a different nature. On the first day, I remember the statement made by my professor “I’m here to help discourage you from becoming a Communications major” (this was said with a smile). My personal experience proved to be one of learning, and not discouragement. Even though the course wasn’t directly taken from the textbook, my mind still expanded with unexpected knowledge.
Two days ago my class was confronted with a difficult question: Should a society permit or not permit to allow its citizens to destroy themselves? What a question. “Destruction” is also a very strong word. The point where destruction begins and ends is also a un-clear line; especially for our country’s citizens. As far as violence against innocent people, there should be none permitted. However; letting the powers that be intentionally persuade a society to the point of “destruction” is wrong. Our perception of destruction is somewhat distorted; violence isn’t all that brings down a society. Perception is also what our own destroyer’s have used against us…again and again.
Our country is based around Freedom. Do what you want, when you want to do it; within limits. The United States Government is not supposed to have an influx into economics and personal finances. However, when a countries economic system is based on supply and demand where the only place to go is up; regulations are twisted. A few years ago, people would have said “the government doesn’t belong with their nose in financial problems”. However, when there are jobs at stake, and an ever-creeping recession around the corner, failing financial tycoon’s such as GM Motors will receive attention from the Government; bar none. Freedom is freedom, but where is the line drawn for these monumental situations?
The truth is: there is no line. Remember, “Government shouldn’t be involved”. This is a free country, something I’m sure GM would love to declare, especially at this time. They had their freedom’s to advertise, market, and sell their product. This country gave them a chance to be the wealthy business people they are today. All these freedoms that were given, and have been given to all of us, are what can hurt us in the end. There are lines to be drawn with this word “freedom”. To live your rights is one thing, but to have a society crumbling due to certain freedoms of financial tycoon’s business plan is completely un acceptable. If the government runs this country, they should know how these companies operate.
Our whole country operates around media. Media, advertising, public relations, brand loyalty, and the list go on. From week to week, the buzz is different through our nation. Corporations that make every day American life what possible bring in enormous sums of money. This money is in-turn spent on everything that keeps a company running from factory to consumer. Or, possibly, the money belonging to a corporation funds various marketing schemes and trends that work their way into American culture. If our Government (let’s hope they do) knew the amount money and value big corporations have to our economic system, it doesn’t make any sense to me why there was never any regulations.
I’m just a soft more in college. What our country is experiencing now is a time of uncertainty. Due to whatever reason, just pick one; our country is spiraling downward. The failure of major corporations that built the foundation for our economic system is happening. No one could have seen this coming, or could “they” have? The real question is whether or not our Government knows what to do with the task at hand. After all, our government doesn’t have the cleanest financial record either. The way our country runs, one press conference stating the downfall of our economy, and ultimately modern day culture, would send our fellow citizens into frenzy. Our media, the one thing that had the biggest job in our country would bring us the news. Of course, the news wouldn’t tell the whole truth; that get’s no ratings. Who knows if our Government would even know if it could all end tomorrow (our economic system that is). Then again, we are a free nation; a free nation raised by media and entertainment. The cycle goes on.

First Snow.

Upon waking up in the drom this morning: the scene wasn't well lit. All of the lights in the Dorm are off besdies the light trying tp break through the garage door. Another new event works its way into the dizzy convorsation; snow. It seems as if our season's first accumulating storm has left its mark early this morning.
Wick crawals out from under a blanket. Out of the seven fish in this tank, Wick seems to be in the roughest shape. The poor by doesn't know up,down, left or right. He's gone belly up, the smile on his face suggests that his sleep was not enjoyed.
However..I will assure you that there is no betterway to start a Sunday morning than shoveling the years first snowfall. We all got up and "celebrated" the new white stuff in our traditional way. Less than a few hours ago we were all half sleeping on the concrete floor. Right now, it's coffee and breakfast with family. Sitting in our home base, Central's hospitality played out right in front of our eyes.

Second go at it.

Travis Barker and DJAM play over the speakers. The dorm is in full bloom right now. Our man Tom still stands strong. Our day proved to be filled with directions to Bass Pro Shops...and my sister's Honda Civic was riding on the frame.
I feel as though our Central hospitality has been too much for Tom. The poor boy has to drive to Maine at 7A.M. But, here is alos another specific instance I would like to bring up. The object of discussion is my dear friend Freedy.
His clothes stay on only when he is sober. That's harsh; the man isn't a pig, he just loves kerosine running down his throut like a fire hose. The kid warns to head down south to Winthrop. Harvey calls for our attendance to the Patriots game: there will be a manuscript. See, Freedy is down for anything. At any point in time...no matter what the situation, he's there. Freedy is just one of those friends that can't dissapear. He will be roaming around Lynn, MA for the rest of his life. Walnut street will forever hold the entrance to my good friends philosophy.
Friends keep showing up...my time is needed. I am the frontman of this family I feel. These kid's mean the world to me. Family..it includes friends, and nothing comes between family. "It was all a dream" -Biggie said it best. The whole room is arrupting in chrous. B.I.G.; he knew, only the good die young. My dream was to have a circuit of friends that would back me up 100%. It's now.

"Little less talk, alot more action"

Right now, a Mainer sits in the bucket seat. This seat rests in the home of the "family". All of our friends, some of our enemy's; keep them closer than your friends. This is my first post, reporting on Tom's stay in Mass. He's been in the Bay State since about 5:00p.m. Upon his arrival, my sister greeted him, and he seetled in to the Jodoin household.
Right now though, my band of merry pranksters buzz about in the dorm. The whole crew showed up to our spot tonight; in honor of Tom. See, this is a first time thing for him...we want to do it right. We owe the kid a good show of hospitality; his family has dealt with the boy's recreations for years now. It's Tom's time to let loose; Central style. The mood seems to be getting tense, pressures are being added from both sides. Uncomfortable: yes. Necissary:no, but always a present factor of the long fluid-filled night.
By this time its Saturday morning. "Today" in the technical sence will prove to be busy. Tom and I will venture to Bass Pro Shops; to keep him in his own element. For instance: I wouldn't be bringing "T" (as we call Tom for short) to lets say Anna's in Somerville. The country boy just can't handle the busy technicalities of the city streets. Race is also a factor. My good friend is educated from a school district where there's maybe, at most, a half dozen darker skinned people.
Now, a half hour into Saturday morning, Freedy all of the sudden notices my presence in the room. I stole the computer and have been typing; unnoticed. Buffalo are running wild off of the HD, and he audience is stoned like an 18th century criminal. "Your making me want to come over and punch you"- Freedman's testament to my passion. "A little corner in the wall creature right now" -Wick's description of my practice. Wether the boys don't understand...or they are just too hung up on their raging hormones...fuled by booze and tight female clothing. Now that the females have exited, the elaboration of past conquest's ring off the walls of the Dorm with a background tune of Neil Young's "Home on the Range". "Where the Buffalo Roam" is bubbling out of the screen into the depths of the sexual conversation. More or less; I'm just reporting.
On what..? I'm not sure. What will all of these post's ammoutn to?
did Hunter S. know that his actvitities would be viewed by garage-rooms full of young college students viewed is vice's as prophecy and rebellion? My group of troubled "students" view the Hunter S. cult classic's as a portol into a world we will never see. But now we create our own world... similar to the one he lives... but justified in it's own right. Goodnight. or good morning; it dpends on your preception. Me, I dont care. Freedy (the charcter that has still drifted but not fully entered), Wick, Kap, and Bill will finish this war off with me.
Once again, the depths of Central have called...and we have answered with a tribute to a friend. Hopefully there will be a post for the next set of activites for this weekend. Oh boy; hockey will be seen only through wise consideration of my actions over the next 48 hours. Sleep soon.

North Travels South.

Up North, Lakes Region, ME to be exact... just a quick jaunt up 95 to the Maine turnpike,my other home awaits. I have a few friends up there; brothers to be honest. Tom is Adam's right hand man, as Adam is to Tom. The two Mainer's go hand in hand. But, Tom is from the North, and he's not used to my parts down here. He will be arriving via Chevy pickup "bout round 2:00 tomorrow".- Tom's accent is one of a kind, Mainer, Mass, and redneck all twirlled into one.

The kid will be staying in Peabody for tomorrow and Saturday night. We have to be carefull though... leaving him alone in the city could prove to be a fatal disaster. See, tom is'nt used to the way things work "round these parts". My day will be filled with cuss words and denial over working 11:30a.m. untill 7:30p.m. Hopefully the night will prove to be a success; show him some good old C.P.M. hospitality. Our Outdoorsmen fix will be fufilled with a trip to Bass Pro Shops in Foxborrow on Sat. The following night will be adventurous, a true walk on the other side of the tracks for Tom.

Billy now turns to me with an idea. He works up a good plan, and intends to execute it will ease. Who knows if it will worlk. Bill's plans are often complex, but feasible with his own participation. Who knows how the posts will go this weekend, if it proves to be on the strong side, I will speak with the world next week. Eagerly, we all anticipate the wood's spokesperson's arrival.

Adam's Ankle.

Now, I have said in previous posts' that certain characters would be introduced throughout the Blog. This picture is my introduction of Adam. Ever since I have known the kid, he's been toast. From bmx bikes as young teenagers, to snowmobiles; it's balls to the wall, no if and's or butts...an if anyone say's "Adam, you wont do it" he simply replies "Fuck You" and does the task at hand. Wether it's skipping over water on a sled, (for hundreds of yards) , or gapping a twenty foot hill from parkinglot to skatepark, two angels sit on his shoulders. At any given day his agenda could lead him flying over the back balance bar of a 5ft. quarterpipe. You'll always know where he's been. Somewhere on the asphalt, the smell of burnt off-road tires lingers. There could be a wooded road, trail, or path being raped of its natural state as a Chevy pickup rips through mud and vegitation.

See, Adam just doesn't quit. The idea of giving up on something, no matter how feasible the idea may be, has never and will never occur to him. Take for instance this x-ray. This is Adams new ankle. The plate and five screws were cranked into his bone yesterday afternoon. Up around his parts, there's about three inches of snow. As I have come to learn through my sources, Adam was launching a step-up.for anone not firmiliar with the activities of a guy like Adam, that's a jump where the take-off ramp is lower than the actual landing. Therefor, the athlete has to go higher and stay higher than he/she would off a normal jump.

Adam- "the jump was like 5 feet tall and the landing was atleast 40 to 45 feet from the lip of the jump and it was like a 5 ft step up". The sticks always have a few good stories to provide; this will prove itself. As for now, I wish Adam a speedy recovery; Git-R-Done n' go get em' boy!

Bandwagon Jumpers

Wick. "Just give me a taste"; he glares at me. It has been a long day, a long one indeed. But, the day proved to be smbolic in a way. My friend, "Wick", wears a brand new Boston bruins hat. With the upcoming December schedule for the young Boston team, their popularit could continue to grow on the media circuit.
Before last season, no one in my family ever spoke of the team, winning or not. When the games were playing in the kitchechen not a question was asked. Now, with the current Bruins record of 7-1-1, the games are mentioned by my mother and father. This is the proof that the media crowd is jumping on the bandwagon.
Upon walking into the hat store, my good friend Wick was full of mall food and well dressed for the occasion. The black shoes laced to his feet embelish a lime green logo. His tan pants match the hunter green and tan plaid shirt he wears on this rainy day. Around his neck hangs a St. Jude mdeallion. His gold chain tops off his ginny mick look. Now he needs to complete his uniform, and into the hat store he goes.
As Wick walks through the doors, he turns to his left. There is almost a whole half wall of new Bruins hats. Wick looks at the display of Boston pride, and with a curling corner of his mouth say's "See, this is for all the bandwagon jumper's". He ended up buying a nice hat, a real big yellow "B" was offset on the left die of the hat.