Suburban Intro to Homesteading

I'm still alive. Without trying to sound overly dramatic, I want to write about why I believe in and support the current protests going on in America. We have for a time now seen NFL players taking a knee, or sitting on the bench during the National Anthem. So here is a story from my life, and some thoughts. I'm still alive, and it's because I'm white. My family and a few close friends and colleagues know this story, but it wasn't until recently that the entire event has really taken a deeper meaning with me. Before my wife was pregnant I spent some time basically wasting life away as an Uber driver trying to avoid the daily 9-5 grind. What I found was that to make money, I had to drive drunk people home at night. About this time, there were surfacing stories about people attacking their Uber drivers. Well, I'm a little dude with little muscles. And at the time, didn't have the money to get a CCW license to carry a firearm. So I did what I thought was ...

If you ask for something, it will be given to you. Of course, it wont necessarily be what your expecting. All day I've been looking for something to write about that matters. I feel like my blogs have been pretty running focused, but that's only a part of me and honestly, not even my favorite part. One of my favorite things is to sit and talk with people about unmentionables. Unmentionables? You know what they are. Religion and Politics. 30 people just stopped reading and closed out of the blog. Ha-ha. That's ok. Kind of. But it's time they talk about them anyways, and Juan Vasquez is my case and point. Who the heck is Juan Vasquez? Juan was the answer I was looking for today as I was scrolling through a popular time wasting website. Juan was an LA gangster. He did gangster things.  However, the story didn't end there. Juan had a baby, and a familiar story emerged. His "I don't care to die" mentality turned into "My kids are more important tha...