1. the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form such as painting or sculpture, producing works to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional power.
You are an art project.
The artists were your biological parents. Coming together to create you. Human expression in it's purest form, used to start a new life.
The child is born as a blank canvas, just waiting to have their colors come to life. The loved ones who are caring for them hold the paintbrushes as they will influence the child's infantile mind. The child can't pick the ones who surround them, so you just hope they aren't too heavy handed.
As they paint the mind with all the words they speak and beliefs they hold, the child knows no other way but to accept these ways. The Father, a young man who has never picked up a paint brush before tries to become an artist.
His attempts are weak. Laughable at times. But the father doesn't know, for he is blind to the fact that his influence will shape this child's life. What should be common sense, does not come easy to the father.
The Mother, a young woman with a heart full of colors shows a desire to mold the child like a sculpture. Using her influence to show the child the ways of the world.
Nothing is ever black and white. She doesn't allow the child to get stuck in the gray area, but allows the child to view life with all it's colors. She has never done this before either, yet it comes natural to her.
The child turns into a teenager and begins to see the world from a different perspective. She is still there everyday. Influencing, encouraging, pushing. The child knows no other way when they're with their mother.
The Father is there from time to time. Picking and choosing when he wants to be an influence and when he wants to be his own man. The Father is still stuck in his childish ways. Being easily influenced by the world around him, not realizing that his paintbrush is running dry.
His words to the child carrying less weight with every day that passes without his influence. Luckily for the child, 90% of the child's life has been painted by his mother. And as he grows into a young man, she begins to hand him the paintbrush.
The child is now in college. Old enough to begin to paint their own picture, but still young enough to crave the influence of their father. The child's words to the father fall on deaf ears, as after all these years the father is still stuck in his same mindset.
But now as a young man, he wants to begin to draw what he believes will be a beautiful painting. And now, the father wants to grab a hold the paintbrush.
Father: "What are you going to college for?"
The young man is silent. Everything he's ever wanted to be in life is being doubted by the man who created him. He asks himself if the father is right. He has no words.
He goes home to tell the mother what has happened. And asks if the doubt raised by his father is true. But she knows what the child's heart has always desired. To be an artist of his own. To create his own future. To be an influence on everyone who's comes in contact with him.
The mother then grabs the industrial sized paint roller and hands it to the young man and says, "Create a masterpiece so beautiful, that nobody can ever put doubt into your mind."
And as the young man grows, he paints his picture with his father's doubt always lingering in his mind. He is everything his father is not, and the proof is in the painting.
There's an easy way to tell when you're too drunk. You've had too many drinks, you become impaired, you're stumbling, you're texting your ex, you're crying in the bathroom for no apparent reason, you're throwing up. Getting drunk doesn't sound as fun when you're a grown up.
You've got shit to do. People to do, things to see.
How high is too high?
That question doesn't even really make sense if you don't think about it. Someone passes you a joint after you've already smoked two, you're not going to just say no. That's rude.
Anybody who is willing to share their weed with you should be celebrated. So you grab that joint and you take at least one hit. One good one, ya know.
After you pass it, you're kinda just sitting there. You're friends are having a conversation about whether or not self-driving cars are a good idea. And wondering if there will eventually be some kind of taxi service with these self-driving cars.
It's like in that one Will Smith movie, where all the cars drive themselves and you have time to work and do whatever else. You're just sitting there in the driver's seat doing your thing, and next thing you know you're at your destination.
A lot of it will have to do with how the roads are constructed and whether or not we can find a way to keep trash, debris, and animals away from the street so the self-driving cars aren't confused on whether or not what they're seeing is something they can drive past or something they need to stop for.
In an ideal world for self-driving cars, it would have to be a situation where all the cars on the road were self-driven. There would have to be some type of communication between the cars themselves to let each other know how fast they're going and where they're going so that the car can make decisions ahead of time.
And . . . wait we got off topic. Ok, hold on.
Smoking! Yes. That's what we were talking about. Ok, so you're sitting there and you're friends are smoking a joint and you're listening to them.
You finally are ready to put in your two cents into the conversation and BOOM, another joint is in rotation again. Are these guys joking? Like are they trying to get you to a new level of high? Do they hate you or something? Nah.
As you sit there looking at your friend handing you the joint, you're about to say no and next thing you know you're taking another puff. Four joints in, you damn pothead. How did you get here?
But like really, how did you get here? Just a couple years ago, you had a completely different group of friends. One's who didn't smoke you out. They were like "Are you going to drop on it?"
Drop on it?! Is this a fucking pool where everyone pitches in to try to win the lottery and split it up? No. It's weed, dude. And you had friends who were asking you to drop some money? Wow, that's fucked up.
Imagine you're at your friends house for dinner. As they're making the food they're like "Hey this chicken cost me $11 and the potatoes cost $5 and the veggies cost $8. Can you drop $5 on a plate?"
That's your friend? Nah, that's not your friend. They probably never even smoked weed before. And if they did, take away they're weed privileges.
Smoking weed is all about sharing. Sharing stories, experiences, water, conspiracy theories, snacks, water, weed, water, weed.
Treat this 4/20 like it's Christmas. Gather your friends, family, and someone who could use some love and smoke some weed. Wear your comfiest clothes and take a load off. Roll ten fucking joints, who cares? It's Weed Christmas.
And if they don't smoke weed, just give them an edible. They'll be fine, they're not going to die.
People always look at New Year's Day to create a resolution for the year. But the real time to create a resolution should be when Spring comes.
There's nothing like that first sunny and breezy day that makes you feel like a new person. Those long cold winters always seem to give us a sense of comfort and warmth from being inside all the time. Spring is the time for weather change, and a mental cleanse.
Let's change the meaning of Spring Cleaning. Typically it's about donating your old clothes, getting a start on your yard for the summer, or cleaning out the garage. But let's do a Spring Cleaning for our lives.
The best part of winter and staying inside these days is watching Netflix and eating snacks all day. But those days are over. The sun is out and the flowers are blooming. They say April showers bring May flowers, but in Northern California, it's more like February to April and then May starts to get hot as hell.
There's a very small window for Spring here, so don't waste any time! Think about one specific goal you wanted to reach this year. If you haven't really gotten a start on it or are not where you'd like to be, now is the real time to start.
You may be feeling down on yourself for not doing what you said you would, but that sunshine will give you some Vitamin D and some positivity. Let this beautiful weather not only motivate you to clean your house, but also motivate you to cleanse yourself of all that is weighing you down or holding you back.
Take a look at the people around you and ask yourself if these people are motivating you to be better or are allowing you to continue living your simple and comfortable life. People will come and go in your life, so don't be afraid to use this time as a way to evaluate the friendships you have.
Life is too short to worry about hurting people's feelings. If there are people in your life who are not encouraging you to get your ass off of the couch, then it's time to live and let live! Wake up and realize that you are in control of who you surround yourself with, and you are only as strong as your weakest link.
This doesn't mean you have to cut people out of your life, but it does mean that you need to evaluate what's important. Life goals, physical health, and mental health. The only time you should be on your phone when the sun is out is to be taking pictures of the sky and the flowers and your beautiful face with your Spring glow.
Look at how you spend your free time. Relaxing and enjoying some alone time is great, but are you being productive? Sitting on the couch and watching television isn't exactly the best use of your time. Ask yourself what you can do to move forward.
When the time changes this time of year, they call it "Spring Forward." And usually it sounds like a bad thing because you're losing an hour. But just use it as a reminder that time is wasting!
Like really, what are you waiting for?!
When was the last time you went to the Dollar Tree? That place has everything. You go in there with $20 and you are literally a king.
They're not kidding when they say everything is one dollar. Shit, some stuff is even cheaper than that. They've got Hallmark greeting cards two for $1. Those things are like $5 at Target.
A five pack of Top Ramen, trash bags, a 40 pack of envelopes, a liter of Pepsi, silverware, deodorant, and whatever else you can possibly think of. So the real question is, why don't you shop there more often?
They have everything that you can find at any other store. Maybe other stores have better lighting and are more comfortable. Maybe it's because they sell everything in smaller packs so it could get annoying having to go back more often. Or maybe it's because it makes you feel broke.
Whatever the case is, let it go. The Dollar Tree kicks ass. When you see someone asking for money on the corner, we should be giving them gift cards to the Dollar Tree. At least we'd know that it's going to something other than alcohol and cigarettes.
There's really no deeper meaning here. Just be financially conscious in everything you do, and don't be afraid to shop at a place that was invented for #BrokeBoyz. Because if you keep spending more on stuff that you could be getting for a dollar, then you yourself with be a part of the #BrokeBoyz.
This one is for the cheap asses who like to buy Arizona's and Pringles and a bunch of stuff they don't without even spending $10.
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.