The Saga Continues

It’s another “lovely” day on the BART train and things are as sterile as ever. I look around and try to read people’s faces. Everybody here has a story, I’m sure.

The middle eastern tech support admin with the dress socks and tennis shoes on… Did he want to be a professional Cricket player?

The white Guy with the gel in his hair and the dark glasses… Did he want to be a vet?

The Asian lady that’s sitting next to me that doesn’t think I know that she’s reading what I’m typing… yeah YOU, bitch! Read the back of your BART ticket and stop being so f%cking nosey… or at least go to www.marcstretch.com so I can get the traffic for my site, damn… Did she want to be spy or private detective? Fuck off, Nancy Drew…. seriously… eyes on your own paper!

I look around and wonder how many of these people are doing what they dreamed of doing when they were young. My guess would be “not many”. I wonder how many of these people even attempted to chase their dream. I wonder, what age they were when the naysayers, haters and doubters finally overpowered their own will and self-confidence and caused them to finally just give up.

People seem to be in various states of mourning, here. People with their head in their hands… no smiles… one lady looks reeeeeaaaallly constipated.

Man… what the fuck am I doing here? I’m not like these zombies. I still dream… I still believe… I still strive… I haven’t even hit my peak yet!

Fuck it! They can live vicariously through me. Me and my team are the best thing going… the first thing smoking.

If you’re still out there, world, don’t let anybody tell you to quit. Don’t let anybody convince you to die, inside. Don’t let anybody talk you into ignoring what’s in your heart. That’s just fear. Fear to admit to themselves that they could have tried harder. Fear that you may get where you need to be and look down upon them for not doing the same. “It’s in the nature of people. Why you think muafuckas like to feed pigeons and try shoot down eagles?” © Phontigallo

Keep flyin’ y’all so the when the sun hits you, you can light up. That’s word to Jigga and Drizzy.