To blog, or not to blog.... that is the question.

I have been struggling with the idea of exposing my sacred inner feelings and thoughts with the world? What are my reservations, lets see? Maybe I fear that at some point or another this innocent attempt to express the things I struggle with on a day to day basis; love, aspirations, habits, vices may be misconstrued and come back and haunt me at an inopportune time. I have major insecurities when it comes to vulnerability. The internet is a tricky thing, it's so amazing and then at the same time it is horrible. As much as I would like to affiliate myself with the amazing I fear and despise the horrible isht that it is capable of. With that said, I will attempt to walk a fine line between my personal life and things I hold dear to me and share my perception, feelings and opinions on life as I know it.

Where shall I begin..... It's 2005, right? I have been pulled over at least 8 times in the past four months. Needless, to say I have my share of warrants. This may be directly related to my occupation, I am a real estate broker and appraiser. My job requires me to perform valuations on real estate properties throughout the Dallas/Fort Worth metropolis. I 'm not racist, but there has to be a direct correlation between my skin color and the number of times I get pulled over within a given time period...please keep in mind I have not been pulled over for speeding once, all but one are non-moving violations. The infractions range from an expired inspection to crossing a solid white line. I'd say half the time I am released without a citation being issued. So, you tell me am I a victim of ::cough:cough:: RACIAL PROFILING? Maybe not, but it sure is ironic.

What's in my pocket? Business cards, $4 and change, bank card, Presidential, cell phone.

Personal soundtrack: Young Bloodz featuring Lil Jon, George Bush...."What we ride? Big rims." That isht works better than strong black coffee with sugar at six in the morning. KRUNK MUSIC!!!