Will Miss you Uncle Joe...

I know bullshit, I've spent my entire life spitting it out and sifting through it. But the one man I know who spit it out with the best intentions was my uncle Joe. He used to tell the same joke to everyone in the family. About how he graduated from the school of hard knocks, only to go to USC, the University of Chihuahua. It always cracked up my grandma and my aunts, and I guess I used to laugh at it to. My uncle never went to college, it wasn't his kind of thing. I never thought less of him, he was one helluva man, and taught me a lot about being a shark. See my uncle joe was one of those smooth guys, he could talk his way into the big leagues and I never knew how. I know now, but for years it always puzzled me. I see it now and admire him even more now then I did then. His greatest asset was he didn't care about the odds. He didn't think less of himself for any disadvantage he may have had. He grew up with my grandma... they lived in a house that had holes and slept with stray cats that used to go in the house for shelter. Yet he saw that as an advantage... his confidence in himself and his abilities allowed him to always be happy. He spent his last years hunting, fishing, and living the high life on his own terms. He never spent 30 years behind a desk, he never sacrificed who he was or conformed. He lived his life on his terms and made that shit work for him. He showed me that its not always about black or white... it's about ME.

Don't dream it, live it.

RIP Uncle Joe...

I know that GiJoe was named after you Tio, I still remember you calling me a girl for playing with those GiJoe dolls. You always told me you never played with dolls because you were too busy playing doctor with the girls. You were always the ladies man.

Joe out...