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WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR FREAKING PROBLEM!

Seriously. Maybe I’m paranoid? I really don’t think so.

While I sat today waiting for the doorman or coop owner to pick up there prospectus, about 6 different people came in and out of the new yorker building. Some smiled and said hi, some nodded apprehensively, but nodded nonetheless.

All except THE OLD ASIAN LADY.

Now why is that? There were old white people, an old black lady, a middle aged korean couple, all smiled, or at least didn’t curse me with their eyes..

Then comes along this miserable wh*re. This old b*tch not only didn’t smile or say anything, which I don’t need or care for, you don’t have to smile or say hi to me, I don’t care. But what she DID do pissed me off.

She looked at me, I smiled and said hello, she looked me up and down and scoffed as if she were looking at garbage. She closed the door, looked at me with contempt in her eyes, then she shook it to ensure it was closed. She then looked at me nastily again and walked away looking back at me dirty.

Now lord forgive me for this, but I wanted to kick her so f*cking hard in her f*cking *ss for that sh*t. I got so angry at that gesture.

I held my tongue, and didn’t say or do anything, but God knows this c*nt deserves a good *ss whooping.

Part of me feels that I should of taken her f*cking coat right off of her back, her purse and scared the f*ck out of her. I should make her fantasy come true.

Its not like I’m f*cking dressed or acting in a way that implies criminal. Some people are just stupid f*cks.

Same sh*t as when I was at dim sum with kitty, nasty looks from the old asian folks. This time though I was alone, I wasn’t with “one of their daughters”.

Maybe I have the asian female scent on me, and she knows I’ve been there?

In any case, you’all old folks need to stop that sh*t, she’s lucky she ran into me, because I know some people that would of taken action and made their anger known to the b*tch.

She’s lucky I have common sense, I’m a decent guy and I simply blog about my anger. Watch your step lady, someday you might the knocked the f*ck out. Do that sh*t to one of the latinas or sisters I grew up with, see what happens to your racist, prejudice *ss.

B*tch!

Talking about rock band 2 sale over the phone with a potential buyer, buyer will be called “b” henceforth:

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B: I’m sure we can negotiate a good price.

Me: Yeah I bought this thing and paid an arm and a leg for it was pretty expensive.

B: You must have gotten it when it first came out, its pretty cheap and on sale now. Like $100.

Me: Ah, I see. I paid a lot more for it. But I’m taking a pretty big hit on it for $80.

B: Yeah I saw it for 100 on sale brand new! You must have bought it when it first came out..

Me: I think if you saw it for 100, you are better off paying the extra 20 bucks for a brand new, total warranty, rock band 2 special edition.

B: You seem like a good guy, I’m sure we can come to a fair agreement.

(I don’t think the whole kit goes for 100, so I’m calling the bluff)

Me: 80 is a fair agreement. It cost me a lot more.

B: How about 70?

Me: That’s fine, we can do 70.

B: Ok, I’ll reach out to you then. I’m sure we can reach a fair agreement.

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It was a pretty funny convo, we were both cordial, and passive, but also making our points. Like I said in the ad, I am not desperate to make the sale, I’ll make it whenever. I won’t go under 70 for it. Someone offered me 30 bucks for my bindings which I listed at 80. What kind of negotiating is that? Over 50% less than the asking price. They must have missed the part where I state I AM NOT DESPERATE!

Let’s see how this all plays out, or if another buyer comes along, then I’ll just sell it to them. I don’t really care who buys it, I just want to get a couple of my invested dollars back..

Today is a rather beautiful morning. The sun is shining, spring is in the air, and some people have already ditched their coats. Not me though.

So as my day begins I wonder how my beautiful son is doing, I keep seeing his little smile in my mind as he does his little mischief and jokes. I miss my boy.

I consider that just yesterday my fiancee’s sister gave birth to a beautiful little boy who will call me uncle, and I consider yet another boy still developing within my sister’s womb. My family is blessed.

As I ride in my subterranean limousine within stops, out of nowhere I remember the elementary school icy lady. Yummy icy’s too. She is the standard to which I hold any icy I will ever have. Just like mom is the standard for “arroz con pollo”!

I was my son’s age, and just like today, during the nicer weather months there was a lady who live across the street from my school. I believed she lived on a first floor, but a little higher than the ground level.

Basically everyday after school all the children would say “ma, can I have a quarter?” If our moms would entertain us and give us a quarter, we’d then climb on this little gate and ledge and offer it up to the older lady.

We’d put it in her little basket of sorts, she had it tied to a little string or shoe lace or something, she’d lower it for us to put the funds in, then she’d raise it up, ask us what flavor we wanted and deposit our “coquito”, (cup icy) into the little basket and lower it down to us.

I always opted for the coconut flavor, that was my favorite. Occasionally I’d get creative and get cherry or tamarindo, also quite yummy.

Loudspeaker recording says:

“In order to maintain even spacing spacing between the trains, we are being held at the station momentarily. Please be patient, and thank you for riding with the mta.”

Don’t you find it funny little random things like this pop into our minds? I wonder how the old lady is doing? Its been over 22 years, is she still with us? I wonder.

Regardless of where she is, today I have brought her to life in my mind, and I send a thank you my old icy lady. God bless.

And to my wonderful mom, I thank you for all those quarters back then.

Its sad, but it is reality. People can and will try to manipulate others to achieve their aims. The manipulation is not always straight forward, in fact usually it is not. Now this is a compilation of my knowledge, things I’ve learned from reading books, articles, life and just general experience. Don’t quote or expect book accuracy. These are in my own words, based mainly on my own experience. That being said, there are many forms of manipulation. The worst by far in my opinion is “intentionally” manipulating someone. Recognizing a weakness or a kind heart and exploiting it to some end beneficial to you or your cause. This usually occurs with planning and deceit in the agenda. This is by far the nastiest form of manipulation in my opinion.

There is what I call “desperate” manipulation. Its the type of manipulation where a person uses panic, or desperate action to manipulate someone. For example: “I will cut my wrists if you leave me Johnny”.

Some manipulators are so accustomed to manipulating that they don’t even realize they are doing it. It just flows naturally from them.

I like to consider myself a pretty smart guy, legit smart and street smart, so I’m pretty sharp and catch on fast to people’s attempts

Yes.

This should be my entry in this blog, simply the word “yes” and nothing more. But I’ll justify it.

Now bare in mind its not only clothing, but also attitude, your hair cut, the energy you project and even the expression of your face. All those go a long way in promoting an image.

I had this conversation with a friend some time ago about how we can potentially take someone rich who works in Wall street, dress them up a certain way, cut the hair a certain way, and see the way that the person looks in contrast to how they look now.

Most of the people I work with wear suits and ties, but if we put them in baggy oversized jeans, and some huge baggy shirt, hoodie and jacket, cut the hair maybe like eminem, I am sure I can turn even the most harmless looking wall streeter into a thug, at least in appearance.

Now, am I saying people that wear clothes like that are all bad, and thugs? Yes! Lol. I’m just kidding, I’m not saying that at all. I’m just implying that it does promote a certain urban image.

Point in case, you go into the train and see a guy in a suit, do you feel threatened, do you make sure other people are in the car? Probably not, you figure its a working guy and probably better off than any of us, so why worry?

Now you walk into the train, you have a guy in baggy jeans, pants on the ground, wearing a huge avirex with a hat and hoody on, bopping there heads to some T.I, you probably move to the next car or pretend you are looking for someone and jump out.. Deny it as you will, but you will be more cautious and apprehensive. Human nature.

Do you dress for success? Remember that from school?