The Reason You Really Piss Me Off.

Because you're fucking dumb as fucking dicks. Your "dream man" fucked you over and now you're fucking crying and shit like a the dumb fucking female you are. Then you go on to say "Oh I can do better", "I don't need someone like" and you post shitty ass lyrics to say you're better. Then other days you're saying "What when wrong", "We can work things out" and once again posting shit lyrics. I've never felt so much need to fucking clown on you. If I saw you in public i'd fucking laugh at your fucking face and call you a loser cause thats how I fucking feel about you and here is where it gets crazy. I fucking liked you. A lot. Possibly to the point in which I felt the need to text you everyday. I liked you so fucking much I began gaining weight and stepped out of depression for when I lost 30 pounds. You were "her". The fucking dream girl that I wanted at some point in my life. I wanted to see you, get to know you, take you out on cheesy ass fucking dates, play videogames, eat pizza and watch spongebob etc etc etc. I would tell my friends about you and they would even think you were imaginary at some point because they never heard of you but I understand them now. I didn't want to fuck you. I didn't care for that shit. I didn't care if you were mad, sad, spewing hate the world for what you were going through, I just wanted one single date. To assure myself. To know that I had you as a friend that I can actually talk to whenever I'm down in the gutter or when I'm filled with happiness and yet you always flaked. All the time. Every. Single. Fucking. Time. But it's okay, it was meant to be and yeah, I can wish that one day you met your "him" and he cheers you up and all the bullshit only to leave you for some girl but no, I simply hope you find yourself and truly be happy with what you have, just like the way you made me find myself, and made me happy.

Since it's our "Last Day"

Might as well add a little tune into the mix.
It's been a great year. Honestly, not much of the bad as happened. I've been spending my weekend with Santos, Eddie, Jen, Alf and many others. It's repetitive but always fun. I still look the same. Facial hair never really grows. I've become friends with people I didn't like but I've also had people that used to like me, grow a bitterness towards me. Good riddance. I got a new bicycle which I call the Swordfish II and I had Irony stolen. I got her back but she'll be returning with a fresh coat of paint thanks to Ulye. I got a decent job with my father's roofing company. 400 bucks in my savings account and a look on my face that says, "I have so much to look forward too"

  To the Midnight Ridazz that read this: I'll be honest to say I didn't enjoy much this year besides 99cent rides, BeastSide Mosey, Spoke N Art and Monday Night Rehab. The spirit still lives on tho. Funzie is great but the Skull must live on. To me the riders of the year has to be CamelToe Manalo, Rick (BSM) and The Commodore. They have been giving in a great amount of detail and work into the Beast Side Mosey. It reminds me of the old C.R.A.N.K. MOB. Great ride. Great people. More riders should make rides like these ones for when there are empty slots on the calendar.

 To the adults that have influenced me: Just many thanks. Especially to those I see on rides. Influence of the year has to go to, July Cardoza. One of the top dudes I enjoy kicking it with. Possibly old enough to be my father, this dude acts so young and positive towards everyone he meets, that I sometimes don't understand why people get on his bad side. Also would like to thank, John "Osnap" Clark, Alex Barrera, CamelToe Manalo, Albert Quiteno, Jae Marin, Big Gio also known as Cockaine Moonday, La Norma Herrera, Aktive, Detox, Byron, Spano, the NELA MoMz, fucking Troy Herrera, the rest of the Angelopes, and many more who have my life awesome. Many thanks.

 To my friends I kick it with (almost) every weekend: I fucking hate you guys and I think this is why we get along so well. We talk so much shit about each other's back it makes us great friends in general. Thanks to you assholes I've been stuck at the arcade playing that stupid Wangan Midnight Maximum Tune and that bummy ass pool hall. It better be like this in 2013 or I'll swear to God my life would be so fucking boring without you dickheads around. <3

 To the girls I messed around with: I'm not the father. You probably have an STD. YOLO. #OnceYouGoPalucha. (I don't have an STD. But....get yourself checked. Most of you are sluts anyways.)

 To those people that don't like me: I'll tell you this the nicest way possible. Eat a bag of dicks.

 Last but not least, the people who read this but I didn't mention: Thank you guys. Honestly, I love writing . It's a passion now since I have such a tiny fan-base  I might be taking be taking some writing classes in the future to improve myself but anyways, thank all of you so much.

  In conclusion, it's been a fascinating year. The world is probably not going to end but hey, might as well right this. Like most of your parents say, "Por las dudas." Many thanks once again to all of you. Have a beautiful December 21st, 2012. Chao.


p.s. (For those of you that get the joke) RITCHIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

Arcade Noir.

I walked out of the local arcade to a cold Los Angeles night only to find a young woman smoking at the outside patio. Light skinned, possibly in her early 20's with a lonesome look. Not lonesome enough to spend the night with a fool like me. With the cold breeze nothing felt better than a Lucky. Trying to find my lighter this young woman steps up. Her beautiful lips utter "Would you like a light?" I could only respond with a smile. As the lighter comes closer, she utters a few words. She escapes from her struggles at the arcade. The machines take away her worries from this city. She becomes engulfed with the beauty of technology just like I am engulfed by her mysticism. Zippo closes. No names are given. One last smile and her blue eyes shine under the moonlight's glow. She walks away and vanishes into the Los Angeles night...

The Carousel II

I've recently stepped out of being with someone. Typically I'd be bothered from being alone but my emotions towards other human beings has died down. I've quit caring about others and focused on myself. It's been like this for the past 2 years. I honestly don't know what love is anymore. I date someone and get tired of being with them. Sexual relations are not even worth anything to me. I don't enjoy feeling the warmth of anyone else. I've been going round and round, looking for that place in which I felt loved. I've been looking for someone who'd I'd enjoy going out with, I'd ride my bike with her, go look at art galleries with her, go to the arcade to play Midnight Maximum Tune with her, and be proud that I'd be in love with this woman. I had this at one point in my life, but I feel the outcome of that has made me become selfish and not care towards any woman I've come across. I should be alone. I've hurt too many in the past 2 years. They don't like to admit it but every woman has that glitter in their eyes when they find that someone special and I've seen that glitter go away...

Some old messages.

Now that Facebook has that small chat thing on the lower right hand side, I sometimes forget to check if someone has sent me a message. I clicked on the last message Grisel sent me just to make sure I didn't miss anything. I realized that she had either deactivated her Facebook because she finds it annoying or her overprotective boyfriend saw her talking to me and now he has forced her to block me. Regardless, I opened up our previous messages only to fall into an abyss of nostalgia. Messages from I was still barely getting to know this girl. So I went to other people I had conversations with only to realize how much different I've become with just a few years. Besides being an emotion wreck I was also an aspiring youngster (still am) barely getting into the world of bicycle riding. I found various messages from people that now have a bitter hatred towards me, letters from my exes and friends that have disappeared. I think it's genius how I can look back at the past to influence me now. I believe I have a lot to learn and in a few years I'll be looking back at the messages of today.

A Trip to the Other Side.

I'm not much of a drug user. Besides Vicodin or Ibuprofen for my knee, I typically don't resort to any type of drug. I've never enjoyed weed unless I have Dark Side of The Moon playing inside my house and I'm about to go to sleep. On Saturday, I was hanging out with a few friends who were making blunts and drinking. It was around 7 and it was a really boring Saturday. I was supposed to go to Spoke N Art but I didn't really care about it that much this time. After awhile, they put a movie on the projector. It was called "The 5000 Fingers of Dr. T"; some old Dr.Seuss flick from the 50's. A few of the blunts were being passed around so I was like, "Fuck it". Bad idea. Not being a chronic pot smoker, the drug took it's toll. I was so high, I couldn't move my neck to the point in which I thought it was going to snap off. My ears started ringing and after awhile, it felt like I fell into this pit of stars around me. I had lost recognition of where I was and who was next to me. Feeling sick to my stomach I closed my eyes. It was like being on that old acid trip. Losing control. Not knowing who you are. Out of a crack, I saw my friend's face. I told him "I feel sick". He asked me if I wanted water and of course I responded with a "yes". I saw him walk away and once again I fell into the daze. Noises. Flashing lights. The movie playing it's roller-skate dancing scenes. My friend came back with what appeared to be a massive jar of water. As soon as the first drop of water hit, I returned. I was just really high now. It was all good. I laid down in the floor. I checked my watch and it was 11. I began laughing and having a decent time. When the movie finished, I fell asleep. I woke up around 2, to find everyone else going to sleep. I was still high but good enough to go home. I grabbed my stuff and rolled on home. I was having time lapses but I was telling myself that I was good. I just had to get home. After a few red lights, stop signs and dark neighborhoods I was finally at square 1. I was glad to be in my bed, with my pillows and blanket. I learned a lesson. Never be under the influence when you don't feel comfortable. It will be a bad ride.

Patience.

"Oh, there'll be time to get by;
I get dry after the swimming pool.
Oh, there'll be time to just cry;
I wonder why it didn't work out.
Oh, there'll be time to fish fry
for letters by yours truly.
Yours truly."