I think its time for a little chaos
This islands slept soundly for long enough

If I had an ounce of respect for myself, I would leave this stinking island tonight

this life is lame

So my girlfriend and I purchased our tickets for the ROCKSTAR MAYHEM FESTIVAL 2012 featuring Slayer, Slipknot, Anthrax, As I lay Dying and a couple other U.S. metal bands. though I much prefer Scandanavian Black Metal, I am stoked for this. As far as American Metal goes, this tour has gathered the biggest names…definately worth $200 (VIP)

My thoughts on

Slayer: My heroes as far as evil thrash metal is concerned. I remember the first song I heard from them…Bloodline, back in elementary school and thinking, wow…this is fucking heavy as shit! fast foward to high school, every metal head who played an instrument jammed their Iconic piece, Raining Blood with me on the drums. We chose this song to play at the talent show along with Angel of Death. The auditions were unlike anything the faculty judges and student consul have ever expirienced. It was so destructive that we were pursuaded  to swith our song choice to Crazy Train by Ozzy Osboarne, thus winning the show by a long shot. Slayer shaped the way I carried myself metalically. It has been at the top five bands to see live before I parish. I am truly excited for this.

Slipknot: Say what you wish about this band and go fuck yourself if its negative. Slipknot has been an inspiration to me throughout the early stages of my metal life and to this day. At the tender age of 11 at a Hot Topic Store in Honolulu I browsed the CD section. I remember coming accross the album pre-listing station like it was yesterday. Noticing a silver album with what appeared to be a goat on the cover accompanied with a band name in which I questioned the pronounciation. Yes, I’m talking about their 2001 album, Iowa. I push the play button and bask in the grisly intro song which was followed by the brutal track which remained stuck in my head for the remainding month, PEAOPLE=SHIT! holy shit did that song wake my ass up. A maggot I became! I had to have that album, but I was 11 and I wasn’t a spoiled little brat like most kids were. For some reason IOWA was the one album in like every record store in Hawaii that never went on sale. $18 was a bit hard to come by in the time span I desired back then. I ended up shoplifting the album from a used record store. I then aquired their first albums and along the line, the rest. Slipknot was my first favorite band. The created a new form of metal that was both unique and moving. I wonder how the will perform without Paul Gray. I’ve Always told myself that I will one day see Slipknot in concert growing up…now I get to!

So Im online looking at an aerial photo of my old hometown ewa beach.
So many emotions surface.
Sadness, a sense of detachment, laughter, fondness.
I focus on the finer details….i could see the home I grew up in, the schools I attended, the parks I roamed, churches I terrorized, the beach I used to run on, friend’s houses, the fight gym, the judo dojo, every inch of that area had some sort of significance. It saddens me to not be around my cursed suburban jungle. That was our name for the town of ewa beach, hawaii. “the jungle” as in “youre in the jungle now, you gonna dieeeee!”
A barren wasteland for the idiot locals, stoners, cronics, ocean point mainlanders, scrapers, athletes…and us.
The Cowboys From Hell
The evil ones
The metal heads
The extreme outcasts
Our music was so loud no one was safe.
The heavy, sharp riffs of every guitarist who made the K building of our high school piercing through thy souls.
The crushing drums tremoring the campus. The metal musicians. Uncommonly average but strong in quality. Claiming that section of J building no one else dare enter unless they seek trouble
We all separated, gone our own paths in life. Some pursued it to a higher level and went to college, others started families, some are away for various reasons, others remain yet lonesome and isolated. And some as I recall are now fags…haha
Anyways…I dont know when if ever i could or would return. Id like to without the sense of moving backwards in life pay tribute to the ones that mattered, my friends from music, athletics and my fuckin cowboys. I cant help to dwell on the fond details of my past. My present doesnt feel too right

Easter is so fucking lame.