Your World, not mine..

 

Yo fools, 

This ain’t going to be the summer of love, it ain’t another Heavy Metal weekend..and by the looks of things the scene is trying to keep itself alive..ain’t nothing wrong with that.

But at what cost? And what point do we all take a step back toss a handful of mothballs into the box and seal that bitch up!

I mean I’m not gonna sit here and waste your night with another one of Ts long winded cry me a 

river of how it should be, and how we used to do it back in the day.

But I am gonna say beck can and this place still has my name on the mortgage...

It’s scares me a little, but it don’t surprise me none. Maybe because I’ve lived too long.

But is the scene really hosting a State Championship road race? And are they really calling the Cherry Roubaix? And did hear correctly it’s gonna be a mass start, all categories run together sort that shit out at the end and then call up the Champion? 

Part of me wants to start deleting everything I’ve ever lobbied for, and start a clean slate..

And the the other part wants me to hug the fucker who came up with such a more befitting idea, since the whole scene is running at cat 3/4 level, and this by no means is slam full disrespect to those cat1/2 card holders.

I suspect I’m prolly the minority on this one being since most folks are just happy to call it a road race. But for me it reminds me of soup my old Aunt used to make, the first time she dished that shit out it was chocked full if all the good stuff, but as time passed fewer ingredients got put in, until eventually it was just chicken stock, and some egg noodles...

Yuck, I’m gonna pass on the soup as well as another...