Austin's Fatal Truth

"The Pawn Shop" Just your usual, hole in the wall sort of place. Where people sell the christmas presents they never wanted, toys their kids have outgrown, or anniversary gifts that have been collecting dust for far too long. Where memories are abandoned for twenty cents a piece and some extra storage space in the hall closet.  That old ring grandpa gave mom when grandma got sick helped pay rent one more month, too bad mom didn't have more of those laying around. I guess I wasn't supposed to tell.  But, this is America! You can also score some great deals!  You can own a new stereo system, for the low price of it being stolen out of a college kid's car who spent a year saving up for it. They didn't add that to the little green label.  How about shelf price? Fifty-nine ninety nine, sale on that today! Boy, that's cheaper than online. I love me a good trip to the pawn shop. There one of the only establishments that embraces i...

"Should" I shouldn't want you I shouldn't have gave you my all I shouldn't have let my guard down I shouldn't have soaked you in It shouldn't have gotten here It shouldn't have clouded my judgement It shouldn't have progressed so quickly You shouldn't have entertained the idea You shouldn't have shown me attention You shouldn't have loved me back It should be broken off It should be at its end It should be easy But I do

"When Push Comes To Shove" How does one know? Really know for sure Is it measured in minutes? Or what it has managed to endure? How does one tell? the two similar burns apart Does your heart pick as a whole? Or are feelings a la carte?  Only time will reveal When push comes to shove Is it love Or is it lust?

      Delete me. In a world of liars, phonies, and half truths, I'd like to get real. To say that I'm fed up at this current point in my life would be a ghastly understatement... Not that anybody that even MIGHT be reading this really remotely gives a shit. Which, in a way, is good. Because, I've decided to shut most of you out of my life in many ways.

I hate it. I hate everything it represents. I hate the smells it comes with. I hate how much it changes people. Most of all, I hate how people think it's no big deal. So, to all you pot zombies out there, this one's for you. To all the family and friends (that I currently know of) smoking pot, it sickens me that I know the strength each of you hold and yet you consistently choose to be weaken by such a nasty, mind-melting habit. Save the excuses, too. I've heard them all. Don't try and defend your actions either. You can't. It seems everybody has some kind of excuse as to why they smoke or use marijuana, with self medicating and recreation among the most common. I plan to address each excuse individually. Another thing most users do is try and defend their usage with non-facts and half-assed explanations. These, I also plan to address.

Seeing as this is a blog, and I like to consider myself somewhat of a writer, I figured it was about time I start making use of such an outlet (instead of continually customizing it without any actual content going up). Nonetheless, here we are... finally.