INNOCENT THOUGHTS OF A GUILTY MAN

Liquid courage pushed us further into deeper conversations, We talking bout' love and our past situations. The love and the hating, and how we hate dating, Except how we love when we got em' all hating. Facebook notifications, Saying that you are now in relations, And all your side chicks and old flicks. Slide in your inbox with fake congratulations. That standard L.A. sh*t, Sorry I'm busy and show up all late sh*t, Or more likely flake sh*t, Text them and not get a text back for a couple of days sh*t. Ain't nobody got time for that, Ain't nobody trying to hit you back, That's when we order a couple more shots, And knocked em both down going back to back. Patron mixed with emotions, That seems to be the popular potion, Now you all lost in your feelings, Alcohol got you both open. What is love? What does it mean to you? Have you thought about it? Do you dream it too? Could your dreams come true? Does she dream of you? Dreams turn into nig...

Growing up in the suburbs you would think it would be really nice. Pretty homes, green grass, neighborhood cookouts. But not if you lived in my suburb. Not that it wasn't nice, it was, accept for me and my friends. We terrorized the neighborhood. And even now as a responsible adult, I reflect on my earlier years as a menace to society as I share three of my favorite stories of juvenile delinquency. KNOCK KNOCK: One of our favorite things to do I believe is an american classic for adolescent boys. The knock and run. You know, sneak out the house after midnight and go around the neighborhood knocking on doors and running. But one night we got bored with the ordinary routine, so we got a bit bolder. We were gonna knock on doors and then run and hide across the street in the bushes and watch what happened. No longer would we run away and miss out on the reaction. So my it's my buddies turn to knock and we all hide as he goes over, bangs on the door, and hauls ass back t...