words: j. spira • photos: g. freeman • s. engler
2011. What a fucking shitty year. Not speaking for myself but for the world in general. I mean, a lot of famous influential people died. A bunch of wars and revolutions are fucking shit up. The economy and unemployment got worse. And yes, cops were still beating the living shit out of peaceful people. What else can I say, 2011′s a botch. Fuck it. We’ve now got less than one year before December 21st 2012, the supposed end of times predicted by the Mayans, to fix this little shit can up. It’s a Self-fulfilling prophecy anyway, like “hey look they said the world is gonna be over, so lets just give up on giving a fuck” so that it actually happens due to our laziness and neglect. Not that I’m saying most people believe 2012 is the end, but most of us westerners were raised on some kind of religion telling us “the end” could happen any day soon, so putting a year on it is like blowing out the birthday candles… or opening the presents. Doom and gloom is in our culture. You gotta ask, what is the “End”? According to many of the New Age researchers who made the 2012 predictions famous, it will be a “transformation of consciousness”. Good. There are way too many assholes walking around with a bad attitude. Selfish, egotistical pricks who should be stuffed in a rocket and shot to the sun. Hope they transform’em good like. But seriously, its gonna take something huge to wake up billions of half asleep ding bats and I won’t be the one to try and predict what that will be. I am certain something IS coming though, just some feeling I have, some tension building, like what goes up must come down type business.
Didn’t really care or notice until I woke up and realized I had a child to look after, that will change your whole view on shit. When life is just about taking care of yourself you kind of forget about the fragility of it all. Now that I’m a dad I’ve got a lot to figure out that goes beyond the eat-shit-fuck-piss-sleep of ones life. LIKE, her health, school, fricken emotions and stuff. On this very subject the results of 2011 are in, and they are pretty fucking awesome. My daughter kicks ass. She knows her ABC’s, can count to ten in spanish, plays on a miniature drum set, yells VAGINA in public, and when I’m being a total dick on my computer ignoring her she will randomly come and hug my waist OUT OF NO WHERE. Yeah cool I’m a dad bragging about his kid blah blah blah… well you can just FUCK OFF! I think I’m actually good at this shit, maybe. I mean I sometimes feel like I might be good at rollerblading, or at being a husband (i fuck that up a lot) but this dad thing, not too shabby. So hey, here’s to another shitty year a.k.a. the last year on earth, a.k.a. the last year of the fucktard meatball heads, or hey here’s to another year of getting better at shit and saving the world… Why don’t ya?
Things you should know about my brother from another mother…
He’s a bad mamma jamma. He’s a huge Star Wars fan and has light sabers on a gun rack in his home. He’ll put you up for a place to sleep. He’s married to an awesome woman Sessy Spira who is loving, wonderful, caring and will not hesitate to beat some ass (her father was a world class boxer). He’s a father of a beautiful daughter, Arden Louan. And he also is a driving force behind SCUMPIRE.com. So peep game… Edit made by our main guy GREG FREEMAN.
Song: Devo – Watch Me Dance