Post by sampsoncyprus on Apr 18, 2013 8:31:37 GMT -4
Weblog Entry #1. Sampsoncyprus.com 4/18 2:35am
Alright so I finally let a guy make me a website. Roy said a web log can make a little extra money and APW isnt paying much and this thing is pretty much free to have one so I figured I should board this fucking gravy train, you know? It's set up all nice and easy so I can post shit like this from this spaceship they are calling a phone. Hard to believe how far these things have come from the first one i saw in the back of John 'Hit Man' Jameses limo. the thing was huge and didnt work half the time. Everyone still thought it was amazing. Nothings amazing these days. Worlds fucking crazy now.
Tell the truth, this was a pretty good idea. i thought about getting into this shit a few years back when Zenk was getting his website together. I likes that no one else got to decide how it sounds. Plus I was thinking, this could also be somewhere to get some shit out there. I mean, the new guy never gets much facetime. Wait, whose new?
Well, I guess I am the new guy in the locker room. i just wish there were some wrestlers in there. Some one who could really put the fear of god into a man. Used to be the pinnacle of achievement was to be the hardest man in the building. Not no more. Everyone is doing some stupid character or living out some bullshit dream. That isn't what this business is about. That's the part these kids don't get yet.
You see you start out and it's all about this dream you have. You just want to get a foot in the door. You'll do anything for it. then when you work so damn hard that you can hardly stand up you finally slip that bitch in there. Then your on cloud fuckin nine because theres you baby. Theres you, foot in the door living your dream.
once you step inside though you realize its a big ass kitchen. You know what goes on in the kitchen? Fuckin sausage gets made. You realize you aren't living your dream. Nah you are living some rich bastards dream about how you wreck your body to make him money and not a damn thing else.
Don't get me wrong. This is my trade by choice. Even tho a man like me, there wasn't a lot else I could have done. I couldn't ever push a broom or flip a damn burger. And why should I have to? As long as I can remember people have enjoyed seeing me hurt other people. Sick world. It's a living I guess.
Alright so I finally let a guy make me a website. Roy said a web log can make a little extra money and APW isnt paying much and this thing is pretty much free to have one so I figured I should board this fucking gravy train, you know? It's set up all nice and easy so I can post shit like this from this spaceship they are calling a phone. Hard to believe how far these things have come from the first one i saw in the back of John 'Hit Man' Jameses limo. the thing was huge and didnt work half the time. Everyone still thought it was amazing. Nothings amazing these days. Worlds fucking crazy now.
Tell the truth, this was a pretty good idea. i thought about getting into this shit a few years back when Zenk was getting his website together. I likes that no one else got to decide how it sounds. Plus I was thinking, this could also be somewhere to get some shit out there. I mean, the new guy never gets much facetime. Wait, whose new?
Well, I guess I am the new guy in the locker room. i just wish there were some wrestlers in there. Some one who could really put the fear of god into a man. Used to be the pinnacle of achievement was to be the hardest man in the building. Not no more. Everyone is doing some stupid character or living out some bullshit dream. That isn't what this business is about. That's the part these kids don't get yet.
You see you start out and it's all about this dream you have. You just want to get a foot in the door. You'll do anything for it. then when you work so damn hard that you can hardly stand up you finally slip that bitch in there. Then your on cloud fuckin nine because theres you baby. Theres you, foot in the door living your dream.
once you step inside though you realize its a big ass kitchen. You know what goes on in the kitchen? Fuckin sausage gets made. You realize you aren't living your dream. Nah you are living some rich bastards dream about how you wreck your body to make him money and not a damn thing else.
Don't get me wrong. This is my trade by choice. Even tho a man like me, there wasn't a lot else I could have done. I couldn't ever push a broom or flip a damn burger. And why should I have to? As long as I can remember people have enjoyed seeing me hurt other people. Sick world. It's a living I guess.
