Get the fuck outta my way

Yes indeed... It's new, it's now, and it's real.

Das Behr is growing oh, so tired of the bullshit bein' cast around down here in San Blah-zay...

One man's stalker is another man's confused friend.
Boy, some guys feel as though they enjoy the idea of having or have had a stalker.
What the fuck ever happened to a "secret admirer"? Y'know the harmless people for whatever reason become infatuated with another person. All I'll comment on this topic is this...

If you don't like someone hangin' out wit cha-

HAVE THE FUCKING BALLS TO TELL THE PERSON TO KNOCK IT OFF-!!!
There are many folks that do not respond to subtlety. Many and Das Behr is one of the many, may think of this definition by WordNet- Princeton University:

the quality of being difficult to detect or analyze; "you had to admire the subtlety of the distinctions he drew"...

Yeah, there it is- that's the thing that really defines that man I was infactuated with- he has the quality of being difficult to detect or analyze. Intrigue and mixed signals be gone!

I was out of my mind. There it's out there. Posted in cyberspace for public record.
This may be taken in defense of my actions or more likely the cause-

You try working at a physically demanding full-time job that you hate and must live in your vehicle because you don't earn enough to put a real roof over your head and let's see if you recover from that experience un-scathed.

Yeah, maybe under those conditions, a true friend would've had the ability to see through the infactuation and have the courage to be bold and tell me- bluntly:

"Y'know, Robb- I'm not into you. No seriously- dude. You're not my type- you're more of a brother to me and I want it to stay like that. I'm sorry that you hate your life right now, but I'm not your salvation. Things will get better, just wait and see."

Something like that would've been cool. But no, it's so much easier to make sound-bytes to the ones that enjoy re-hashing dirt to keep it at the top of the chain. It lends bragging rights- what a poor wretch he was. Yeah, that's right buddy-boy, "was" as in past tense.


New Year: New Attitude: Get The Fuck Out Of My Way.

If you're driving the mini-van of your life, all white knuckled and cautious in the fast lane of life, where you clearly do not belong- have the forethought to move aside and let me pass.

If you got a big-assed chip on your shoulder and a problem with the agents of law enforcement which in-turn aggravates your inability to break out of your self-induced delinquency, a label that you've grown so comfortable with... blah, blah, blah.

Lemme make it simple- STAY OUT OF MY WAY.

I've got NO TIME FOR BULLSHIT. Don't like it? Too fucking bad. Get The Fuck outta my way or you'll be kicked to the curb or I'll just step over you- it'll depend on my mood.

Basically: - 2k7 is my year and I've got no tolerance for "little" men living in the past and clinging to old notions that stagnate and rot.

Ah, that felt good.

So Sayeth Das Behr