All My Friends are Having Kids

All of them. Every single one of them it seems like. I can't get through a week without hearing about when there kid is due or the great pictures they took over the weekend with the little tike. I am not ready to end my life in order to get three hours of sleep a night and shell out cash for a kid who doesn't make a dime in my favor. I know that might sound harsh, but I feel like I am still a kid. My employment has always been sporadic and the only thing I am saving are jobs at Fast Food Restaurants. Seriously, a kid in my near future may lead to thoughts of suicide . My sister just had a baby. Congrats to her and Nate. It is fantastic feeling being an uncle. But I can walk away when I want but still have the bond of family right next to me. When I get home from work I want to hit the gym and than couch surf. Not feed kids, do their homework, and finally trick them into bed .

I am back

 I have taken some time to get refocused. I went and saw Weezer with my girl last week in San Francisco. We stayed at the Top of Nob Hill and saw the show At The Masonic Temple. I highly recommend going to a show there. You can stay at a hotel less than two blocks away and still be near all the action. If you can't bring a girl and get some trim there, you are pretty much the biggest douche ever. The area is pure culture on the top of the hill in San Fran. Just getting to sleep in till 10am was the highlight of the trip. I am usually up at 5am or 6am and the only people up at that time are fat or anorexic chicks going to the gym, construction workers, and people that need to make some money. All three are survivors trying to gain a little ground in this Fucking Rat Race!

It was just fun not to be sitting in a desk or listening to a co-worker talk about what a failure they are. I mean we all enjoy watching our competition take a nose dive , but getting away for the day made my whole shitty month go away. Again I am glad I quit my old job. That place was turning me into a self-defeating creepazoid. Until next time .

I QUIT!

I quit my job. I said goodbye. It wasn't tough. The exhausting part is being somewhere that makes you want to leave, get upset, or feel out of control. Not my cup of tea.

Everyone eventually needs to make their own mark. Whether that means striking out on your own or being a couch potato for the rest of your life . It needs to be started by you and it's accomplishments are only agreeable with you . So give it a chance. Take the first step, the first jump, or learn how to shut the door on something negative holding you back. Chance are you will sleep and feel a whole lot better the next day. Try it and don't look back .

I Feel Pretty Lucky

Nikki and Nate

I feel like a pretty lucky individual today. I got to meet my niece Tyler Trivers for the first time yesterday. She is perfect. I can only imagine the joy that my sister Nikki and Nate must be feeling. It was a long journey for the both of them. They have come so far in their relationship and truly have something that can be respected and followed.

My sister has always been a fighter and a champion. She does things her own way and has been bruised and praised for doing so. She has the biggest heart in the world and would do anything for her family. Nate her soon to be husband has been a great friend to me over the years. We started playing college rugby together on the fields of Chico, Sacramento, and Humboldt. We had the chance to coach together at Sacramento State,and that was the time Nikki and him met.

I couldn't be lickier to have them in my life and I wish them the best of luck for the road ahead. Welcome baby Tyler

Don't Vote, but you can't talk to me about anything serious. Ever

Don't Vote. I don't really care. But don't expect me to listen to you regarding any of the many political topics out there. That includes any conversations about taxes, the unemployment rate, social security, and education. Or as I like to call those four events, you're fucking life and well-being!

The reasons the lack of voting angers me is not because our Great Grandfathers, Grandpas,  Dads, Brothers, and Sisters fought in wars for the simple idea of democracy. It's not  for the fact that our Grandmothers worked for Women's Suffrage and the right for an equal vote. I am not even upset that in the state of California, a population of over 37 million, only about 8 million people voted in the most recent election. And in all reality it is closer to 7.5 million. I am angered because we have a right to vote and to be informed and we fail to do so. But it is only out of our own selfishness that we do so. Nobody sees your vote once you enter into the booth.

Here is the situation that infuriates me about the lack of voter turnout in the Untied States. People all over the world are murdered, raped , and displaced because of there religious and political beliefs. Entire ethnicities are wiped off the face of the earth because of believing in democracy and an equal vote. People around the world burst into tears just for the opportunity to vote for a leader, a savior, or possibly just change .

Maybe we have it too easy here in the US? We have never had to fight for anything that has been taken away from us. Maybe if it was or you had to qualify to vote based on education or volunteerism then the importance would increase? But something needs to change.  

Get Down With The San Francisco Giants

Today is the official day parade for the World Champion San Francisco Giants . They did it, they won the World Series against the Texas Rangers. I am proud of the Giants because no one thought they were going to make it this far . But isn't that what it is all about. Proving the masses are incorrect from time to time .

Making "The Man" eat his words is a better phrase.

Viewing the pictures of the preview to the parade also make me realize that the difference between 1st and 2nd place could be a movement, thought, or idea. In a flash it could all be over. Life is very precious and should not be decided in an instant. But it often is . So you need to celebrate it while it's available.

Bigfoot. It's Real

Bigfoot exists. I am not going to even fathom the possibility that it is a made up creature. The question remains though, What is Bigfoot? Are they Ape, Human, or both? When we do find out what they are it could change how we think about evolution. The simple belief in God could change overnight. I am not saying an apocalypse will brew from the discovery of Bigfoot but I am saying it will lend proof to the existence of non-religious acts of evolution .

I myself believe that Bigfoot may be a hominid that has evolved differently over millions of years. It may carry both Human and Ape genetic traits. We all are related.  Another fear that people may carry is it could be superior in every way to Homo Sapiens . Size, Strength, Mental Alertness, and most important Awareness of Surroundings.  Frankly I don't know what I would do if I ever saw one. I don't even want to suspect my reactions.

The bottom-line is Bigfoot is out there. They have alluded human contact from non-native residents for over 500 years. They have been successful in living and successfully raising offspring. I think one day we will be very surprised on exactly how far they have come .

Stand up for who?

 I am at a crossroad of career change and perpetuating doubt about what to do next?  I have so many great things in my little insignificant life and I should be very thankful for them all. I am.  But when it comes to work and employment I hit the wall. I have never had a job that pays over a hundred thousand and I have never been a part of a corporation that offers health, 401K, or any of the  employee perks companies offer. I consider myself very smart but how smart can one claim to be when they aren't even in control of their income? I mean really? I am going to make two thousand dollars this month. Seriously! After taxes it is going to be in the neighborhood of sixteen hundred dollars. Not much for an apparently intelligent individual. Dumb du-dumb dumb!

So what am I suppose to do? I could fake it to make? I could give up and continue to work for a very small paycheck? I could get off my ass and go find something else( I already have been doing this but this a blog people). Or I can become my own boss? Find something that I am talented enough to accomplish and hopefully bust my ass at trying to make it happen.

Life is funny that way. You need to keep scratching away just to make a dent. But I will keep scratching and clawing  because it has to be better than the job I got now .

Go San Francisco Giants. Keep it Heavy on the Luck and Bring God



Willie M



Usually I am the guy that says "Fuck Baseball!" Compared to Basketball or Football it doesn’t hold a candle to my attention span. Though Rugby is my game of choice, in the United States, it isn't getting a lot of television play. So here we are with baseball. Ready to embark on the San Francisco Giants' quest to win the World Series. I know they can do it but what happens when something you have dreamed of all your life becomes a reality? You have been thanking all of these underlying feelings your entire life. Those feeling might as well be bullshit but they have seemed to work. God and Luck may as well be the same thing. Neither got professional players to the point that they are at but we can all pretend can't we? I mean at some point both entities may or may not have played a role in the success of the individual. But the player draws power in knowing that even if it didn’t it would be hard to prove against. It is sort of like relating your good looks to a parent. That person may not even be your real Dad but you get a sense of accomplishment and strength knowing these physical attributes were originally from them.

      This brings me to my next point. What is wrong with pretending, using your imagination, or making it all up to benefit you? Sounds like a game plan to me. Make it all up if it gets you to the spot of optimum performance. It is sort of like reciting you third grade baseball team in your head while you're pounding a hot chick. Bringing random thoughts and scenarios in your head assists you in becoming the best at that point in time. Or at least it keeps the momentum going until she is satisfied. You know how bitches are…

So my thoughts to the Giants are be fake, make it up, bullshit your way tot he top because if you look at the stats, media, or the history than you are going to lose. I will be giving you all my good luck lasers and praying to Allah in hopes that you will win the World Series and tell the Rangers to go "Fuck Themselves". Good luck to you San Francisco Giants.

Every show on T.V. wants me to shed a tear

                      It's the god damn truth! Every show on the television wants me to break down and cry in sadness or glory. It doesn't matter to them. Just as long as my tears are flowing. Hopefully for show sponsors(there's "TheMan" again)the moment I start to cry it goes to commercial break and keeps me interested just long enough that I don't dare flip the channel. I am sure reality television shows hate commercials too but if they want Snooki to be able to loose enough weight for next season they have to keep her paid. POOR PEOPLE EAT MORE CARBS AND LESS PROTEIN. It's a fact.USDA research But back to my initial thoughts about T.V. making me shed tears.

               I watch a little of everything. And what I mean by that is I try to watch as many beginning and ends of programs that I can. The best stuff happens in the first 11 minutes and in the last 6 minutes of a 1 hour show.  But turn to any prime time non-comedy show and chances are you better break out the box of Kleenex. The worst culprits are those Makeover Shows. Whether it's a house, school, boss, face, or body when that object gets a new coat of paint, tears will be shed. Throw a retard or disabled person in the mix and the chances of crying are double. Pop a down and out Mom in there and I may need to be hydrated before I watch the show . Mission accomplished. These shows enforce the fact that despite my low self-esteem and self-defeating personality , I am most definitely not the most pathetic person on the planet. And provided with the proper tools the person I originally thought was the most pathetic person in the world now has a new house, job, lease on life, or maybe even the chance to get laid.



Extreme Home Makeover

        What does crying do? It makes us feel human again. But human enough to do what? To make a change, a correction, or maybe a difference. Hopefully for the show sponsors just enough to make you want to clean up your act and buy something.

Does anyone else want to Firebomb their place of employment??

PLAN B

I work in the Financial Settlement Industry. It's my daytime gig for my nighttime dreams. I am one step above an insurance salesman, and one below a car salesman. Pretty meek existence if you ask me. I have been trying to get on with the State of California for almost a year. I used to like my job for the first three months, but it was only cause I was the new guy in the small pond. Five months later all I can say is Fuck This Place! I am ready for plan B!


My advice to you is never get credit cards, don't fall for high interest loans, and stay away from any bitch that want material items. And after watching many stories about America going into the toilet I have come up with one solution.
Be your own boss no matter what it takes. During a recession period the rules go out the windows. People no longer have friends they do business with. It's either this relationship is benefiting me or I am out of here.

Mind you these comments are coming from someone that doesn't have the guts to tell his boss to FUCK OFF or throw him out the window! It's too bad I work on the 1st floor.

Stay on Track. It's the weekend.

I hope everyone has a great weekend. I have to stay on track because as everyone knows today is payday in the world of the 1st and the 15th. Hopefully it's a good one cause I have golf, the Giants game, and the 49ers vs the Raiders this weekend alone. But after that I have to save every measly penny

I am going to have some dinner tonight with the lady at a new restaurant in Sacramento called  SHABU Japanese Fondue .

It looks like a delicious place . I am always a big fan of restaurants that keep it simple.

    

 I had a great Kettebell workout last night and I challenge anyone who wants a real burner and gain some true strength . Check out the wiki definition Kettlebell .

They are easy on the body as long as you use the proper weight and technique. They are fun, easy,and it doesn't take a lot of time so you can get back tot he grind of real life.

Have a great weekend and drink a few Bud Lights for me.

It Is Your Job To Fight The Man Until You Become The Man

That is the quote of the day. I don't know who said it but he or she was a fighter and I can only congratulate them. You can't let the man get you down. The Man's job is to keep all the resources for himself and give you only enough so you don't starve but never enough so you don't revolt. It is the story of life. We should be fighting for peace and against famine, but  we have to fight the Man instead.

        The Man holds no physical gender but The Man does have some sort of sexual prowess to either promote or neglect. You need to money to get sex,  food, or shelter. Or you need the form of currency that is accepted. Whether that is drugs or just an opportunity in life that depends on the person getting fucked . The Man has the choice on whether to provide for you so you can "get yours" or he can keep it from you and he retains all the control.

       The next question is what beats the man?

1.The first thing is self-respect. If you can't respect your choices and opportunities than you don't deserve a chance.

2.The next is to stay educated. No one said you had to be a Rhodes Scholar. But don't act like a retard and expect to make it to the top.

Fight the Man

3. Support. People don't do it alone anymore. Whether you have a good woman or a ruthless gang you need someone on your side, team, and page(as on the same..)

4. Don't be scared of the odds. They were stacked against you before you were born. Either you believe the hype or you walk the line .

5. If you act like you care than you care. Sometimes you got to cry about it and other times you just have to be happy you made it this far.

6. And lastly, don't play yourself out. Interpret this however you want sucker.

THE MAN'S LIVELIHOOD DEPENDS ON THE CARE AND TREATMENT OF THEIR SERVANTS AND SUPPORT. IF THEY SUCCEED WITH THAT THEY ARE OF THE PEOPLE .

Golf On Brother



I have been trying my luck on the links. I used to be Anti-Golf. I hated anything golf because at the time I thought I was a big, bad rugby player and if it didn't have physical contact I wanted nothing to do with it. Ten years later and two bad legs later I have decided to apologize for my previous thoughts. Much like life, when you look back at how you felt about something ten years ago it makes you want to kick your own ass.



       So here I am. Trying to learn how to golf but also keep the composure of a brand new member to the sport. It is not just about making contact with the ball. It is about dress, attitude, and the ability to hide smoking weed and pounding Bud Lights from elders. Golf is a party where you choose how fucked up you want to get. You hear people all the time tell you they need to do "X"(smoking, drinking, good luck charms, warming up) before they can succeed at "Y" (playing a good round, hitting a key shot, or just to enjoy themselves). I am just happy to be out there and even happier when someone else is paying for my round. Thanks Tom G.  Golf is a sport where if I don't take myself too seriously it can never hurt my psyche. Unlike rugby where your psyche can be altered when someone punches you in the face or your back line plays like a bunch of fags. So my hat's off to golf. It is fucking hard but losing doesn't leave you bruised and bloodied . And neither does winning. Unless you have a fat mouth. Until next time golf fans



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Vitamin P and Me

This is the first post where I am going to be completely serious about my situation. In all honesty it took me a while to be true with myself and my feelings but here it goes.....




A flier from a show in 2010

                 I  play in a band. Or I played in a band. The name of it is Vitamin P. But Vitamin P became more than a band when we parted ways the first time in 2003. Vitamin P became a name associated with me, Cam Villa. The reason we parted was  forthright, our guitar player, died in a car accident. Fell asleep at the wheel of his car after a long day. His name was Christian Bartesch and in my young mind he was the best guitar player I had ever seen. Very charismatic with an instrument in hand and a loyal friend. Ben Hazard was the another member of Vitamin P. A drummer, guitar player, songwriter and producer, Ben has been, and continues to be one of the biggest influences in my short musical career.  Ben created the idea of Vitamin P but he has always had other musical projects occurring over the years. Other members have come and go over the years but Ben and Christian in my mind have always been the original Vitamin P members.

Doey Rock opened for us

                                 Ben and I have had the opportunity to reconnect when his wife and him moved back to Sacramento in the fall of 2009 from NYC.  We instantly started working on music stuff again and found ourselves in a  unique situation where we had both grown as people which luckily transposed into creative music . One thing though was very evident, we had never had an argument, a disagreement, or any other growth confrontations. We had gotten along for so long that outside of music we were great friends . The last time we worked on music related projects I was 22 and Ben was 32. Now we are at it 10 years later . We play rap. Rap with the live and synthesized song of drums and guitar. We used to play in a full live band but changed it up and working with the resources we got .

         We have played a few shows this year at Harlow's, The Firedance, The Blue Lamp, and my Favorite Cheaters'. Great turnouts and good support. But now we are at a point where it is time to get serious and either make a CD or close it up. I am ready to make this CD or EP and see where it takes us. But my deepest fear has been realized in understanding that Ben does not feel the same way. He has other music and ideas in his mind and I don't think those coincide with my ideas. It looks like after all these years we are parting ways. I love the guy and i thought the only reason i was doing all this was for our satisfaction.

But I know now that music and the enjoyment of sound is something that must only bring me satisfaction first before it is released to the masses . So I am off to try this on my own.

Chris C had it easy?

Happy Chris Columbus Day. 

What did  Chris do on Mondays?

He probably worried where the next meal was coming from or if the next illness he contracted would be life threatening. It is easy to say that some of Chris' problems were a bit more serious than the ones we deal with today. Thanks for the day off. If I ever got a fucking day off . Fuck you Chris C. Everyone knows you were Portuguese .

Imagine all the People...

Happy 70Th birthday John Lennon. I am not a huge Beatles fan but I am a fan of music that inspires a change in humanity. The Beatles shocked and awed the world in a time where War and Fear stood strong. The Beatles opened doors for people that had been beaten down by World Politics and the threat of a nuclear war.

So this weekend take a moment and imagine a world filled with only peace and love. A world that does not teeter in the balance over an interest and employment rates. A world where my helping hand does not choose a color or culture in order to lend assistance. Be good to yourself and make an effort to be good to your fellow beings .

As the Seasons Change......

As the seasons change so does the outlook on our own lives. Summer brought carefree living and escape from the binding pressures of work.

Fall brings the reality of family and a change to the trees. Fall tells that life is not everlasting and it is constantly reinventing itself in order to survive the change. Nature is not for or against you. It just is.

When something does not fear or support us it tends to make us feel uneasy. But why? Is it because the pressure is put upon me for success in this specific situation?

Everyday I am trying to push myself to deal with the sense of being scared and uneasy about my future and surroundings. One day at a time.

It's Lonely Out here for a G.

It's not easy being one who says what they mean and at the same time tries to stay out of confrontation . It is a street with no lights, no right of way, and no law.

But speaking your mind while attempting not to infuriate the masses is a road that only few have travelled. It is a tough existence to be proclaimed the "Shit Talker" of a group.

Are you adult enough to handle to consequences of your mouth and it's actions? I hope so. One must perceive that what they say may only be a recreation of their imagination. And that is a whole notion in itself.

Truth Be Told

The truth will set you free. If you truly love someone you will put your selfish notions aside for the the opportunity to better the situation. I have come to this conclusion in my life and have decided to offer the truth as both a sign of resistance and servitude to my loved ones.

Creation and hard work is a devotee to truth and tolerance. You must know the boundaries before you can break them. No one has ever hit a home run without swinging a bat. Be true to the chance or the possibility that you are a flawed human being and deserve the power of forgiveness.

With no God available you must allow yourself to be the righteous one .