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...