I always hated the idea of creating memoirs for others to read. They just felt like attention grabbers for egotistical bastard who do nothing more than go on about how rough there life is or was (whichever context makes more sense) just for a couple favorites that only evaporated their innovative thoughts into a corrupt clouds that showered acid into their well being and rinsing and repeating the shallow cycle.
Speaking has never been one of my strongest assets and about my life, yeah right. Being the person that I am and the the amount of life I’ve lived so far there was no way for me write this in a way that would grab someone. Just a young black man who only just graduated high school last year. But let me get somethings straight before anyone jumps to conclusions about me:
- I’ve never been in trouble with the law
- Rap isn’t my favorite genre of music
- I can’t dance
- I hate soul food
- I don’t use drugs.
I only agreed to do this on one condition: this is not about my life, well not directly. But life death any topic I feel I can go on about in only two weeks. To tell you the the truth I kind of had a head start with this project like a full year head start so a lot of what I say has been edit stale thoughts. Technically is that lying?
The same time last year I created a resolution for the first time:
- Find a steady job
- Buy a scanner
- Get my license
- Visit Massachusetts
- Draw a perfect tree
- See a counselor
- Make my 20th year worth living.
I sit at my desk regretting all the time I’ve wasted, I only accomplished one of these goals and even though it’s a kick-ass scanner it only shows that I can get what could given by the power of money. Okay I’m loosing track of my thoughts, let me bring you all back to the reason what on earth would make me want to put my thoughts onto the one place where I’ll never be guaranteed safety. One word: liberation.
My name is Shelton McNair, but you can call me JSeries.