Tha Trick 2 Ur Treat.

I can't help but jot a little something,

On this South Beach Holiday of fright.

Everybody is out all dressed in costumes,

Some of which are not for a kid's sight.

But as I write on tonight briefly,

There's a question that is biting me in tha booty.

What is tha thing I'm most scared of?

For this I might need a gum stick of Juicy...Fruity.

This is our diary, u know so,

I'm sure what we say, is gonna be ultra private.

Things that nobody has heard us say before,

The words may turn u as cold as tha Arctic climate.

Let's get down to it, right now,

No more time for small preludes to destiny.

Just gonna let it rip, in our own way,

On tha count of One...Two...Three.

Prime Time Special.

Alright.  I'm kind of at a small crossroads as to what to write on tonight.  Part of me wants to be all cool, calm and collective.  While another part of me, wants to turn this diary upside on it's heels, and start calling out some names of some folks who have become part of...tha story.  What do u think we should do, hey???  Just gonna write from our heart and let tha chips fall where they may.  I got a feeling this is about 2 get interesting tonight.

Like A Movie.

Fingers, I'm letting u do tha work,

Whatever tha case, please don't fail me now.

Let this be a home run of a post,

Not ahead of this pitch, which will make it go foul.

Just relax on this Saturday Morning,

Wanting something special to be created.

Whether that'll make me loved like Mother Teresa,

Or whether I become Cyberspace's poster boy for tha Most Hated.

No idea what is gonna come of this today,

We're just writing from our heart and soul.

Somehow I think it's gonna be really, really good,

Get your snacks and popcorn...Matter of fact, make me a bowl.

Undercover Lover...The Return of Big C.

Last season on The New Adventures of Austino Galaxia....Click Here.

Boy, that was some kind of workout today.  Added a few new thangs, thank our Trainers for hooking us up.  We feel like we're in tha best shape of our life, for real.  People think we joking, but I not bulling around, I got a lot to prove in every single aspect of our life.  I want to share nothing, and I do mean nothing but love and fun, that's it.  I'm not like other people, you can be straight up with me.  Anyways, I used to live for love and fun, now not only do I live for it, but now I'm willing to die for it.  And believe u me, there's a big difference.  Talked to my brother Ant Skeezy on today.  Him talking about snow up North in Indiana.  We get so spoiled down here living in South Beach.  Great talk about tha good old days.  Now he's married with a kid...Wow.  Life is really something...

One-on-1

The feeling of a loss, 

It truly cannot be put into words.

Empty, unfulfilling at best,

The yelling of the other team shouting, "Yes Sir!"

Walking back to tha locker room,

Contemplating if I'm ever gonna simply...Win.

Is this tha reward for those early morning sacrifices,

Or looking at tha playbook late night in tha basement den.