This is a collection of Adventures I have had ever since I opened my eyes to the beautiful world and started living my dream. Hopefully if anyone actually reads this blog they too will be inspired to venture out of their own lame reality and build a truly fun, exciting, and adventurous life that is well worth living.
For issues of complete paranoia i will refer to myself as EasyE in this blog, yeah i've done a few things i'm not too proud of in my life but are necessary for the story and sometimes hilarious, and if my poor mother where to ever read this her heart would be broken so i will refrain from using my real name. But EasyE flows well because i'm about as easy going as you can get so let's roll with it.
Well I guess I really made a turn around in my life when i was about twenty years old, I was a complete idiot at the time on the verge of suicide. I couldn't understand why such a well privileged good looking young man with all the opportunities in the world could be such a sorry asshole with no hope for the future. All I did was smoke weed all day contemplating the meaning of everything. I was in college away from my family and all the things we learned about and all the things we heard about the world were just so damn depressing i just found it very hard to give a shit about anything, this is also the true value of college, you start to see how the real world and your society actually works and man is it usually pretty shitty, not always the fairy tale land you thought it was, this was also mary jane talking. My college buddies and I would go out and get completely wasted on thursday, friday, and saturday. The typical retarded american college kid that has to drink his body weight in alcohol in order to have a good time. I mean it gets pretty sick and i see this shit all the time, I would drink to the point of mental retardation every weekend and often during the week too. The only cure in the morning after would be either drink more or smoke the hangover away. The weed makes you so complacent and worthless, maybe not for some but for most it makes them lazy good for absolutely nothing but maybe a very sticky dime bag. I was making around a thousand a week selling the shit and would buy andre about every night thinking i was the shit, buying the cheapest champagne 7 eleven has to offer yeah i was a real don gatti, what a worthless asshole. Anyway one night i'm sitting in my bed sobbing like a big pussy because i was just so angry, confused, and fucked in the head, and just couldn't realize why i was being such a little bitch about the whole thing. I said either something is going to come around or like the selfish piece of shit i was, i was going to have to kill my worthless self.
Well my prayers were answered i guess because not soon after that, my soon to be good buddy Brandon moves in next door, he was using the money the navy gave him for school to take some classes at the community college down the street. We would shoot the shit he was funny as hell, we went out one night to drink heavily, and that we did, and i dont recall what i did but he said the next day he never met anyone in his life with more heart, and no matter how many times i went down i just kept getting back up for more until i was unconscious of course. I was half the size but throwing blows like i meant it at him. The next day he says lets go to the boxing gym. I had always wanted to try boxing out ever since i was a young boy and saw a Muhammed Ali Joe Frazier documentary. Boxing was always in the back of my head but i just never got around to it until then. So yeah i jumped at the chance to go learn how to box and hopefully get some of my unchecked rage and anger under control.
We arrived at the Boxing gym which was in Melrose at the time, a big shitty half abandoned strip mall in between salem and roanoke. That is the day i met one of the most influential men in my life, I'll call him Big Q. I truly fell in love with the boxing gym that day, and more importantly the people in it. And it was history ever since then. Now i've been boxing for four years, I'm 24 years old and life doesn't get much better than this. I'm truly living my dream. That day when I was a boy and i watched that documentary i vividly remember praying and wishing i would one day be a great boxing champion, and what do you know it took a while but now i'm living it. If that wasnt the single most influencing event in my life that has set the stage for success i dont know what is. EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON. I mean all that bullshit i went through just made me crazy enough to be a great boxer, i mean you got to be crazy to want to keep going into a ring to try and hit someone while they are also trying to take your head off.
After I found boxing I began with my self improvement, and I truly feel this has helped me discover a magical world I once never thought possible. So I figured I would start a blog to share my experiences, It helps me re-live the good times I have been having and hopefully it can inspire someone else to pursue a dream of their own and share in the fun, exciting, adventurous world of life.
