Hold up, why are you still here?

"I've been dirtier than you want to know.
I've left earlier than you'll ever know."

Those lines are from a song called Dirty And Left Out - By The Almost.

You know it's really interesting because to me, it really hit me hard listening to the song. It was like eyes piercing through me, that type of heartfelt song. The kind of song that makes you think of how those exact words are branded on you, but almost no one knows they're there. The song goes on to say:


"Why do you wanna be all listening to me
Why do you spread your arms and tell me I'm free
Why do you wanna be in my life
In my life"


I realize I could relate to each part of the song. Those lines to me are asking anyone, friends, family, Jesus. Why? I mean they say that you won't get an answer until you ask, right? Well, it's a good line of questions and each line of the song is just amazing. In this case the song is in fact about Jesus.

It's a beautiful song about him and why he wants each and everyone of us to let him in our lives, not just certain parts. I personally have realized that I have sort of made boundaries for God in my life. I'll say a prayer and then sometimes I have found myself praying for something that I can control myself or so I think, so I just sort of tell God to let it alone, and just stay out of that aspect of my life, but hey you can have all the other parts.

It's really not helping us in the end, I'm learning that slowly, especially since I've gone back to church, I've really found it comfortable and I want to stay, I mean for now at least, so yes I very well may have just contradicted myself some, but it is an amazing church none the less and I like it. So this summer I've asked myself to let my guards down and to let him in all parts of my life, and it's so hard to do. There is a particular part of my life I want him to show me where I'm supposed to be and with what people, and so many things.

I'm just waiting and waiting, and I know in the end it'll be shown when I don't expect it, which is the beauty of it.

Bring love. Bring change.

Reggae has no Color of Face

So here goes nothing.

Ok, so it’s definitely far from nothing, but hey you’ve got to start off with something.

So, this past weekend I went to the Roots Rock Reggae Festival @ Pier Six Pavilion in Baltimore with my cousin Erin and my girlfriend Keri. The day started off with everyone over sleeping and then down the road pounding Mt. Dew, Rock Star, and Bawls energy drinks. Erin drove and I read of directions because she fails at directing herself somewhere she hasn’t been. So we get into Baltimore and we’re driving in circles looking for this damn parking garage that Yahoo’s directions is telling us to get to.

So after 15 minutes or so of driving I randomly see a parking garage and point it out to Erin, then I get the expression of the light bulb in her head going off, “Oh, that’s the parking garage we’ve been looking for.” Having past it several times already. So we park, then I change my shorts in the middle of this garage with families around packing their vehicles, so needless to say, I put on a badass show haha just kidding. We hit up the elevator and head towards Inner Harbor which was a short walk.

We head strait to Hooters for lunch. Then we bounce and head back to the garage to get the chairs and head to the festival. Our tickets are valid and we then head in and are stopped by this black guy who in my opinion seemed rather annoyed with this job, which was to check out I.D. and then put X’s on our hands if you are underage of drinking. We get some banging seats in the lawn and we just kick it and chill.

Now, here is my like big eye opener of my day in Baltimore. Sitting and just seeing so many colors, races, and stereotypes all come together to listen to Reggae and yeah, I couldn’t tell you who wasn’t smoking it up, but like I was saying, it was just all too amazing seeing so many come together. Once the jams were blaring it was all good. Ziggy Marley played his acoustic set, which was by far the highlight of the entire festival. So much energy, even had a group of Rastafarians kicking it next to us. It was a great show and a great day in the city.

The ride home wasn’t half bad, we only got our directions messed up twice, and I even got to take my swamp ass boxers off bare ass naked behind the gas station we hit up on the way home. So it was interesting. Once in Waynesboro again, we hit up McDonalds and then headed home. Can’t complain at all with the way the day went.

Bring love. Bring change.