Honesty

So I tried to think of topics for this blog and this one kept popping up. Honesty. Is it the best policy ? What would life be like if we could see the truth one hundred percent of the time?

Isn't there some lies that should be told? I also apologize for the long gap in between blogs. I have had a lot on my plate as I am working full time and trying to write music and comic/movie scripts. I am taking suggestions on topics if you would like to hear my take on them just comment on this or drop me an email.

Back to the topic on hand , honesty. I try to pride myself on trying to be as honest as possible. Now two things usually come out of this. One , people know I am very loyal and will always give my opinion on anything they ask. Two , I will give my opinion even if it is not something they will want to hear and hell sometimes I give my two cents when I am not asked but thats just cause I am a asshole.

What if no one lied? Would you want to know what your friends really think of your new girlfriend or boyfriend ? Maybe that new hairdo isn't as "fly" as you think it is. If the world was really like that movie "The Invention of Lying ", I think I would have zero self-esteem and would be scared shitless to even approach a woman for not only fear of rejection but of what she might really think about my appearance/overall being.

I have not been in many relationships but I think small lies are essential not only to make things easy on you but for your partner as well. Now hold before you think thats a free pass to go pick up any floozie looking for one night stand while your significant other is on that weekend business trip because you can just lie about it. I am talking about lying FOR love not against it. Do I really want to know how many guys hit on you when you are out during "Girls Night"? Answer is NO! Just like I won't truthfully answer you when you ask me constant questions comparing yourself to my ex-lovers.

There is some things that will never be found out. What really happen in Roswell ? Was JFK's assassination a conspiracy ? Now boy I wish I could live in an honest government but as long as politicians are corrupt by back room deals and people who think they know what's in our best interests when they them selves our extremely out of touch with society, we probably will never know what really controls our government.

In all I think on how you live your life determines if you are an honest person. While white lies can be good tell enough of them and they will consume you. Then the only person you will be lying to is yourself.

Until Next Time

Translating Traffic

"REALLY? THANKS DICK!"

That is usually what comes out my mouth when someone cuts me off in traffic. Am I justified in my obersavation? Is that guy really a dick? I have always thought that maybe the way you drive somehow derives from the kind of person you are. Well, this may not be 100% true , I will just humor myself.

Speeding. We all do it at some point or another but some do it with such obnoxiousness. They turn getting on to the off ramp into a scene from the Transporter. Why? What could this tribal tattoo branded , blasting Nickelback to the full volume meathead be heading and why is it so important that he has to nearly cause a four car pile up to get there? Now I am sure there are legit reasons for speeding , such as family emergencies and being late for an engagement. Work for an example and boy do I know this first hand (Alot of mornings blazing down 235!). What really angers me is to see a mini-van flying pushing 90 mph and to look in the back seat and see two toddler seats but hey maybe I just haven't read "What to Expect When you're Expecting Dale Earnheart as a Toddler"

Is weaving in and out of traffic like crazy then when you can't pass anybody you honk your head off until the driver in front of you feels like a coward for doing the speed limit so he hangs his head and changes lane , necessary. Oh and he does something you don't do , he SIGNALS when he does it!

But hey maybe that guy was moving far too slow. I mean the frat boy in the Denali had to make it to the court house in time to pay his last speeding ticket. What kind of people hate the speed limit though? I understand it is limit and yes you can go the minimum but I still can't comprehend why you would do so. Now the elderly they have every excuse to do whatever they want. Now if I was 90 I would be doing 90 mph without hesitation but some reason "The Greatest Generation" can only do 10 in a 45. Maybe because time slows down after you hit the "Golden Years". I mean your body and the organs in it start to slow down. Does your foot on the gas have to also? Now I mean no disrespect to the elderly. They are far wiser than I'll ever be. They had to learn things the hard way. My generation is spoiled by the internet. Now if I want to learn how to do something I just Wiki it.

But I digress, If you are under 70 and are not going the speed limit. WHY? Don't tell me its to take it all in because unless you are on vacation you are going to see it all again on the way home from work and you'll do it all again tomorrow. Maybe your over cautious. Protected as a child but now you're free! Embrace the world at FULL speed! Just watch out for that dick cutting you off.

Now lets see about me , I guess I am a laid back driver. I hardly ever get road rage except now I am venting a little bit I guess. I always do 4 over the speed limit the most you can do without getting a ticket. I always single 100 feet before a turn. I do everything by the book for the most part but we all have are bad days. I just try to keep mind out of radar range.

Well until next time,

Dream Job

I had a wonderful dream last night. The kind you never want to wake up from. Everything just seems perfect because it feels like everything is going your way and you can do anything you want. Everything in my life seems to have fallen in place just the way I wanted it to. I am having conversations with amazing people I couldn't even come close to chatting it up with. Next thing I am back in high school doing things the way they should've been done. Then I am travel across the galaxy in my very own space cruiser.

But then something horrible happens. No not proton torpedos hitting my already weak deflector shields , something worse. I wake up! I toss over pretend I didn't just see the waking world. Try to hold on to the dream , that high. Hello My name is Anthony and I am a dream addict. If they can bottle that feeling I don't think I'll be ever be leaving my house. "Oh you got that bottle up dream. Well, I got these cheeseburgers man! Please you know I'm good for it!" as I would say if that product exist as I would be fiend-in lying in the gutter with a bag of month old burgers.

I guess I am so obsessed with dreams because I am looking for that feeling. Nirvana. Bliss. Heaven. The Great Happiness Space. Whatever you call it . To be able to do whatever you want is what I call bliss. In schools they tell you , "You can be anything you dream to be!" It's a nice idea and true somewhat but that is the point it's only SOMEwhat true. Most of us , actually a lot of us , won't get our dream job. Hopefully half of us will find a balance of something tolerable and maybe a little enjoyable too. Then there will be some who will hate their jobs and drink very heavily and be completely miserable. I just hope I don't end up there.

Then there are the few , the proud , THE HAPPY. Who will absolutely love their job and wake up every morning not actually dreading to pull themselves out of bed to go in. They might even go in early and stay late just because they just can't stand to be away from their job. That number though has to be low. I can't say that I have statistics but I would love some to show kids in school a percentage of people who will one day have their dream job. But I guess thats just another one of my many many dreams.

Until Next Time,

My First Blog , Ever.

I haven't really written anything expecting anybody to read it since middle school. I can't remember exactly what that was , but I am sure it had something to do how I would change the world through music , and how everyone would get along if they only followed the Jedi code. While I still believe the latter , (in fact I think Star Wars should be mandatory in schools EVERYWHERE!) I have changed a lot in the past years and so has this town and the people in it. So I guess with this blog I am trying to capture my young adult angst and me trying to end it. All the while documenting all the interesting/regrettable experiences and brilliant/murky characters along the way.

So I guess it's time for you to get to know me . Hello world wide web, I'm Anthony Bradley. Prepare to be boarded! I am just your average 21 year old except I have a super power of sarcasm , a titanium liver , and a Gandhi tolerance for douche bags. I taught myself everything in life. How to learn , how to live and love. If I fail at it I guess I can only blame the teacher.

I was born and raised in Wichita , Kansas. Don't get the name of the blog wrong. I love this town. What can I say it has been home for so long. One thing I always heard growing up is how bad and fast people wanted to leave this town but I can't see why. I know I haven't seen all of the world and I could be wrong hell I plan on moving someday but not before I figure this little mystery that is Wichita. Why it seems to be this black hole no matter how grand of plans they have to leave they always fall through. Even if they some how manage to get over that event horizon , they somehow get sucked back to the singularity.

I know this experience first hand as I wanted to get out of this "Box Town" , as I called it then. I got the chance to move to California when I was 13 with my Mom. So I did. I started to call Wichita "Box Town" because no matter how long in between my visits from Cali were. Wichita seemed unchanged every time I would fly over on my descent to Mid-Continent. Even on the car ride to my Grandma's house the whole city seemed frozen as I left it. Sure a few stores closed here , there. A new Wal-Mart maybe but not a lot changed backed then. Everything seem boxed-in. Hence the name "Box Town"!

Well it's almost 2 a.m. and I need some sleep. So first blogs done and more to come. I got to think of some topics. Suggestions welcomed.

Well until next time ,