This blog is finished. Thank you for reading. I hope I came off as transparent and sincere as possible. Will have more writing in the future, but now is not the time.
This blog is finished. Thank you for reading. I hope I came off as transparent and sincere as possible. Will have more writing in the future, but now is not the time.
As I change my career, I realize that I will be not only interacting daily with my customer but also representing something much deeper. My attitude everyday is now more important than ever before.
A positive attitude isn’t everything. If I’m positive that I have what it takes to be a football player, yet have no legs- my attitude does nothing for me. In general though, I do believe attitude is key. Every venture I take, my goal is to make a product that will make the world a better place. But if I don’t have the right attitude, none of it will make a dent. Let me rephrase to reiterate- Samuel Johnson once said “He who has so little knowledge of human nature as to seek happiness by changing anything but his own disposition will waste his life in fruitless efforts and multiply the grief that he proposes to remove.”
Wow. That kicks me square in the …. It’s nuts to think that in order to change our surrounding circumstances for the better, all we have to do is change how we perceive it. I’m not saying we give in to things we morally disagree with, believe me- I disagree with an insane amount of ideas in this world. But anyone who knows me, knows how much it affects me. Which is caused by my pre conceived thoughts, turning into attitude, affecting my mood, finally getting in the way of my success.
How I interact with others from this moment on is going to be the image I build for myself. I don’t have to rely on anyone’s past perception of me because each day is an opportunity to mold it. To clarify, that negativity can’t affect my attitude moving forward because I will then prove it to be true time and time again.
Instead of Twitter, Instagram or any other social media I could get on first thing in the morning and be influenced by typical negativity such as the Monday Blues, I’m starting with stories pertaining to my field & scripture; Two things that I want to mold me. That way when I get on social media, I bring something to influence my followers. Becoming a curator of information is what twitter is all about. Compare it to life- do you want to be the innovator or the follower?
Either way, my attitude affects the message I’m sending one way or another. And if creating brands to better the world is really my passion, then it starts with me.
Consider this- a seed doesn’t deserve to become a tree. A seed is expected to become a tree. When the tree reaches it’s full potential, you wouldn’t tell it “congratulations, you deserve this.” Would you?
I’ve been told that recently by multiple people and first off, thank you. I know you meant it sincerely and I appreciate it. But I personally hate it.
Every single person in the world is expected to become SOMEONE. Or has it become quite the opposite? Who genuinely believes that they are looking at a future astronaut, movie star or president when they see a new born? The highest achievement most of us familiarize ourself with is being a college graduate… To become an employee. I learned something this week- when this country was growing, when it was booming, 30% of America worked as an employee and 70% owned business’. Now it is the opposite.
I’m not degrading a college graduate or even working for someone your whole life. But I am saying I expect more from myself. I don’t deserve anything. Not one thing. I’m incredibly lucky to have met the people in my life to get me where I am and when I achieve what I plan on achieving, it is my obligation, my duty, to invest in someone else’s dream. Vera Largo itself is a clothing brand based on aspiring to be in a more enjoyable world. You think that’s random?
I think all four of the owners have plans beyond the clothing. Our dreams are huge and we’re nowhere near achieving where we want to be. We don’t deserve this, we’re just getting 100 “no’s” to catch that occasional, beautiful “yes.”
I hate going back to this over and over again but apparently I’m not the only one in awe. In fact, reporters from MSNBC are making an ignorant effort of exploiting Beaumont’s enter white supremacy.
Let me first acknowledge the articles I read today as extremely informative and mildly accurate. I applaud Zack Roth’s research and thoroughness. Because of that, I’m blown away at his ability to overlook the obvious.
The issue at hand is fraud. Not race. In this case’s rawest form we see the Genesis: fraud. That is what started it all and was a well planned, drawn out scheme that eventually surfaced. The difference in this case than most, is that the parties guilty were black, and the ones convicting were white. Or wait, that’s the norm here in the south, huh? The problem with Beaumont IS racism. But it’s not what Mr. Roth is accusing us of. It’s anytime there is any type of accountability, we take offense from it instead of growth. In this case, the oh, so cliche, “white man trying to hold me down.”
The point is, Mr. Roth, that you come down here, stick your nose into BISD drama, hear what you want to hear, and not what’s being said.
I have done quite a bit of traveling and what is said about Beaumont is true, it is a different world here. It is comparable to the fifties. But why is that?
I strongly believe it is because of people like you. When I was growing up, if I couldn’t do something as well as the kid next to me, I had an excuse. If I was in trouble with my mom, I had a reason to justify what I did. Quit justifying criminal activity and calling it Beaumont Racism. Because frankly, us whites, are tired of hearing it.
I don’t have a problem with black people, red people, green people or yellow people. I have a problem with justice not being served because people are scared they will offend someone by being politically incorrect. I have a problem with people not owning up to their crimes and calling it racism when further investigations take place. I’m proud to say I’m directly linked with some of the most vocal people involved in the BISD madness and support them 100%.
You sir, have no idea what’s going on in Beaumont and I assure you, you and your “journalism” only make it worse. Quit giving people a crutch. Not black people, but people.
Look at what some of the most influential black men are saying in their songs and tell me that we, as white people, are not obligated to walk on egg shells in fear of crossing the line-
Kanye West- “meanwhile the DEA teamed up with the CCA, they tryna lock niggas up, they thryna make new slaves.”
Nas- “our history, black history, no president ever did shit for me.” In campaigning for Obama in ‘my president is black.’
He must have forgotten about that Lincoln cat…
I could go on and on but do I really have to? It’s all about equality but in reality, it feels like … Wait, it doesn’t feel like, they are blatantly saying “fuck the system, we our on our own.” Deliberately throwing manners and respect out of the window.
Now, you see how I basically lumped all black people into that stereotype at the end? THAT is racist and completely wrong of me but I am making a point.
Dear Mr. Roth, we all have to get better. We all have to grow and truly believe in equality to achieve it. If the push to blatantly separate a race from the rest of society continues, (I.e. Rap lyrics, blackpeoplemeet.com, bet, etc…) then we in the south will never grow but only repeat history. To ANY black person who respects themselves, their career and the future of this world- thank you. You are not the problem and you’re making the world better by being above a stereotype. But for the most part here in Beaumont, Texas, especially those involved with the fraud in BISD, that’s not the case.
I don’t remember the first time I saw her. Being the traumatic experience it was, she was just another face telling me she’d be there if I needed anything.
The difference with her is she was actually there. For everything.
When Katie and Sarah passed away I didn’t really know how to handle myself. Me and Satah- It wasn’t love. I was 11. It was the oddest feeling I’ve ever experienced in my life. It was awkward. I was awkward. When people expected me, as Sarah’s boyfriend, to tell happy memories or even cry non stop, I just sat there in silence not knowing what to say. There was only one person I could talk to and that was Brenna. She understood me better then anyone and quickly became my best friend.
We were the most dramatic couple possible for our age for four years. Off and on, off and on. I was in the makings of what I became later on- a player. A damn good player. Back then it was Missy Fox and Bailey Radley. Son of a gun, they had me chasing. But some way or another I’d always go right back to B.
When I started dating Adrien, apparently I stepped across a line. See- Adrien danced with Brenna. So I suppose it began there, the hate that B had up until about… 2 years ago.
Hate that was served brutally cold. Yet in the same breath, she always remained there for me. If it pertained to Sarah, we would talk. If I needed advice, we would talk. But if I tried to hit on her WHATSOEVER – denied denied denied.
I dated some great girls. All of them actually I sincerely admire… and I played them all. I’m not bragging, please don’t read it that way. Each one caught my bullshit and kicked me to the curve. Occasionally one would take me as a project. Say she was going to change me and she believed in me… She too- played.
If you are one of those girls let me first apologize, but second- know that Brenna was who I always ended up talking to about it and she always sided with y’all- reiterating that I was a jerk. Worded nicely.
I went on a ski trip with Young Life one year and I will never forget a call I got in an airport… I think I was dating Lonna. Brenna had heard that I did something stupid and called me to bitch me out. OUT OF THE BLUE! I’m not exaggerating when I say she yelled at me for twenty straight minutes. Asking when I was gonna grow up and start treating girls how they deserve to be treated. I hated her.
Little did I know, that’s why she hated me.
We lived in College Station at the same time briefly and I gave multiple efforts to win her over. Time after time, I fell short.
When I moved back I eventually met my first fiancé. An odd pairing but I’m glad it happened. It taught me so much and there was a lot of pain. In all of it, B helped me through. Usually, like always, telling me it was my fault. When it finally ended, her relationship with her boyfriend got stronger- At least in an outsiders eyes.
But see, apparently, me getting engaged was the start of a huge wake up call for Brenna. She realized that we were, for real, never going to be together.
Getting engaged was the best thing I could have done!
She reached out to me in the months after my engagement ended and we quickly escalated. The two year relationship she was currently in, had to end. She wasn’t losing me again and I wasn’t about to let her. Finally she gave me the opportunity I’ve been begging her for since before I can remember. When she agreed to marry me this summer it was a dream. It didn’t even seem real. It still doesn’t. The best thing about us is I’m scared to death to lose her like I have so many times before..
I’m stupid a lot of the time, but she knows me better than anyone. I know for sure that I don’t deserve her, but we somehow found our way back to each other. Everyday with her is a reason to thank God. Happy Birthday, B. I love you.
This is simply for self evaluation. Lazy Sunday fun..
How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?
20- I still get nervous drinking around cops, old enough to know my place, young enough to not care about it.
Which is worse, failing or never trying?
Never trying. Failure makes us dig deep.
If life is so short, why do we do so many things we don’t like and like so many things we don’t do? Security. The first step is the most important.
When it’s all said and done, will you have said more than you’ve done?
My whole life I’ve been all talk. My entire past. My mouth has taught me to shut up and get to work.
What is the one thing you’d most like to change about the world?
If happiness was the national currency, what kind of work would make you rich?
Playing drums in a rock band.
Are you doing what you believe in, or are you settling for what you are doing?
At the moment, both. I’m close to doing what I believe in full time, leaving behind what I settled for.
If the average human life span was 40 years, how would you live your life differently?
I’d never have a career. I’d work jobs all over the world, making necklaces and entertaining, networking and traveling.
To what degree have you actually controlled the course your life has taken?
100%. No question.
Are you more worried about doing things right, or doing the right things?
Doing things right. If you do what you believe in the right way, you may expand the perception of “the right things.”
You’re having lunch with three people you respect and admire. They all start criticizing a close friend of yours, not knowing she is your friend. The criticism is distasteful and unjustified. What do you do?
Defend and end immediately. Respect their opinion but end the conversation. They obviously have a reason.
If you could offer a newborn child only one piece of advice, what would it be?
Would you break the law to save a loved one?
Have you ever seen insanity where you later saw creativity?
Probably. I try to be as open minded as possible, being from an extremely narrow minded upbringing.
What’s something you know you do differently than most people?
How come the things that make you happy don’t make everyone happy?
To each is own. Organization and ability make me happy. All my ducks in a row with the ability to turn around one day and know they’ll still be there.
What one thing have you not done that you really want to do? What’s holding you back?
Traveling and charity. -Timing. The money will come.
Are you holding onto something you need to let go of?
No. I can’t change the past.
If you had to move to a state or country besides the one you currently live in, where would you move and why?
California. Obvious reasons. But be real- who wants to leave Texas?
Do you push the elevator button more than once? Do you really believe it makes the elevator faster?
Would you rather be a worried genius or a joyful simpleton?
Joyful simpleton. Ignorance is bliss.
Why are you, you?
Because I have a goal in mind and the balls to pursue it.
Have you been the kind of friend you want as a friend? Yep. And that’s not always what my friends want.
Which is worse, when a good friend moves away, or losing touch with a good friend who lives right near you?
One is controllable. The other is a test.
What are you most grateful for? Brenna.
Would you rather lose all of your old memories, or never be able to make new ones?
Lose all my old ones. I haven’t even begun making my favorite ones.
Is is possible to know the truth without challenging it first?
Faith. My religion is based on this.
Has your greatest fear ever come true?
No. No where close.
Do you remember that time 5 years ago when you were extremely upset? Does it really matter now? Ha, 2 years ago. It was the greatest change of my life.
What is your happiest childhood memory? What makes it so special?
I can’t pick a specific one. Little league baseball though. It molded me, defined me and taught me so many life lessons.
At what time in your recent past have you felt most passionate and alive?
When I realized Vera Largo was reality.
If not now, then when?
The question I ask myself everyday.
If you haven’t achieved it yet, what do you have to lose?
Blood sweat and tears.
Have you ever been with someone, said nothing, and walked away feeling like you just had the best conversation ever?
Hell no. I talk to much.
Why do religions that support love cause so many wars?
Ha. Hippy question. Nothing is free. That must be understood.
Is it possible to know, without a doubt, what is good and what is evil?
If you just won a million dollars, would you quit your job?
My job? Yes. Work? No.
Would you rather have less work to do, or more work you actually enjoy doing?
The second one.
Do you feel like you’ve lived this day a hundred times before?
No. Monotony makes misery. So I avoid it.
When was the last time you marched into the dark with only the soft glow of an idea you strongly believed in?
Still marching. #relaxinourworld
If you knew that everyone you know was going to die tomorrow, who would you visit today? The television station.
Would you be willing to reduce your life expectancy by 10 years to become extremely attractive or famous?
No. The path to that (famous, not attractive) is what defines your image.
What is the difference between being alive and truly living?
When is it time to stop calculating risk and rewards, and just go ahead and do what you know is right?
Whenever you see the opportunity.
If we learn from our mistakes, why are we always so afraid to make a mistake?
What would you do differently if you knew nobody would judge you?
I like being judged.
When was the last time you noticed the sound of your own breathing?
Every night. I snore. Judge me.
What do you love? Have any of your recent actions openly expressed this love? Growing and helping others grow. I hope. I broke up a fight. Does that count?
In 5 years from now, will you remember what you did yesterday? What about the day before that? Or the day before that?
No. Yes. No. Yes for yesterday because it was the Bama game. I heart Johnny Football.
“Decisions are being made right now. The question is: Are you making them for yourself, or are you letting others make them for you?”
When we get a new helper at our shop, they’re usually ‘green’ as hell. They don’t know what simple orders mean. In fact, the last few we’ve had don’t take simple orders.
It’s a tough business, working with your hands. Especially for a small business. This isn’t Exxon Mobil. Every job has a dead line and every man has a job. I’m coming to the realization that how I was raised, isn’t acceptable anymore. See, I was always told to learn quick, work hard, and say yes sir. Now if they don’t learn quick, they have a story for why, that their parents told them is true. If they don’t work hard, they have an excuse for why they can’t keep up and they need special breaks. If they don’t say yes sir, then that’s just how it’s gonna be.
I see these excuses and issues now while the memories of being a fresh hand remind me to handle it or get off the job. For me, there was no choice, I handled it and grew. When we teach that now- son of a bitch, they get off the job.
Work is hard. There are a million jobs that pay great for doing jack shit. I can talk because I’ve done them. And let’s be clear- if you succeed in getting your education- I’m not talking to you. You deserve it.
Plant work is a spoiler. Matter of fact, all big business, unions, and other organizations kill people’s ability to work. I worked for a contractor in Exxon Mobil for 6 months. My job was simple- when we weren’t waiting on permits, meeting, or sleeping- I tightened a few bolts. A team of ten of us. A few bolts… I started out making 18 dollars per hour and got bumped up to 20 in the short time I was there. I’m telling you this because we start our helpers out at half that and you earn every penny, every raise, every anything. The math doesn’t add up. I understand their logic- why the hell would I want to work for Hansen Plumbing?
It’s tough work. And it’s frustrating to try to understand. But seeing helpers come and go makes me proud of what I do. When I take a stance on political issues or some of the radical opinions that I so frequently voice- it’s because I bust my ass for everything I have and I’m damn proud of what it’s made me. If you ever see me without my shirt- first off I apologize for not spending enough time in the weight room. But secondly, you will see a pipe wrench tattoo. That’s what that stands for. I hope Vera Largo succeeds so I will be worry free financially and able to accomplish a million more things, but I will never forget where I came from or who I am.
The problem with America is pride in every shape and form. First form- Gay pride, black pride, white pride, veteran pride, ANY pride segregating you from everyone else- giving you the audacity to think you are entitled to ANYTHING. Secondly, a cheap pride. A pride in ourself that we let become more and more achievable. We want shortcuts, handicaps and anything else to make our lives easier. We are no longer held accountable for what we do. If we are, we accuse them of being racist, old school, or simply mean. So each day we lay our heads down to rest, saying we did it. Whatever it is that we did, we are proud. No, we didn’t challenge ourselves or even others, we didn’t make an impact or hell, even smile that much. But we’re proud.
Happy Labor Day to all of you, but this week, don’t make excuses. Work to get ahead, not to remain afloat. Work to inspire, not to show someone up. Work for yourself and raise your bar of what being proud means. I was talking with my fiancé who is extremely hard on her self and how she eats, which is incredibly admirable, and she couldn’t grasp that her idea of splurging is still HEALTHY!!! We talked about pure progress and the fact is there’s no such thing! Every time you raise your bar of self expectancy, your slip ups become less and less bad and encourage us to keep raising the bar.
Life is about improving. Work at it.
In case you were wondering, a Vyvance for breakfast and a redbull at three completely destroys the ability to take an afternoon nap. Even a much needed nap following four hours of sleep in Vegas. Not happening. So here I sit. Or lay… Whatever.
The Show is awesome. I’ll be honest, we started off kinda slow yesterday and I was a little worried, but we killed it today. Over twenty buyers. Is this real life? As a former consulting group reminded us today, less than a year ago we were still an idea. We were grabbing our favorite clothes trying to give educated answers for why we liked them. We were buying fabric with dreams of turning it into a shirt. We were reaching out to friend’s friends for a rookie designer. And no slam to him, but now here we are in Vegas with the best team we could possibly ask for, listening to Nordstrom’s tell us “oh, this is good!”
I love being on the road with these guys. They’re quickly becoming family. It’s tough to keep up sometimes, like now, while I’m resting for tonight and they’re on the roulette table, but it’s an experience ill never forget. We all have one focus- growing. And it’s happening everyday.
The sights are amazing. Seriously, I’ve never seen anything like the bellagio water show, the Venetian, or even the guy I played cards with earlier. But the most amazing thing I’ve seen yet is the Grand Canyon on the flight in. Ha, It’s amazing, billions of dollars in lights and sights, still nothing compares to what God did and continues to do.
My point- I’m thankful he’s giving us this opportunity. It’s amazing how its unfolding. Life is good.
For a Friday afternoon read, I find it appropriate to discuss what type of person drinks what kind of drink. Actually, it’s not a discussion at all. It’s me stating a ridiculous opinion that you can verify over this weekend. It will be fun. You can report back to me with pictures.
Before I go any further, shots are not included in this diagnosis. But you can make it a drinking game, by every time I use the word ‘schizophrenia’, take a shot. You may be thinking that id go out of my way to use that word. But that’s just you showing signs of schizophrenia. Drink.
First we have to establish if the person is in a state of extreme behavior. This person could have been fired from work, broken up with, cheated on or just ready to freaking party because its been so ridiculously long since his last night out that’s it’s all going to climax by 9 p.m. He or she is going to be drinking a whiskey drink. This one is easy. If you’re not good at identifying mixed drinks though and are unsure, look for the person to be looking over his shoulder frequently, walking up to groups interjecting his random laughter into conversations he knows nothing about, and most importantly, putting a hand on or around your shoulders. These signs of schizophrenia confirm they’re on whiskey for the night. Drink.
For the rest of us, we like our beer and our queer drinks.
Ladies, if you’re not drinking beer, you either a) can’t handle a beer and so you go with the fruity fru’s. That’s fine, y’all aren’t very interesting anyway so just go sit in the corner and figure out how to make the drink disappear without drinking it. Or b) you’re there because you have to be so perhaps you’re having some vodka or some rum, in hopes that you forget the night that your man is forcing you to attend.
Guys, schizophrenia. Drink again. That’s why we drink. Always. To get drunk and loud. Unless you’re my dad and firmly believe that one glass of red wine will keep you alive longer. The question is how do you get drunk though. It’s simple for us. How much money do you have and do you have horrible standards in life.
-Whoa. That might have thrown you off…
If we’re broke, we’re drinking draught beer. Plain and simple. If we’re ballin a little, we’re drinking mixed drinks. But on a normal night, it’s our standards of life that separates us all. If he’s drinking miller lite, coors, or any beer we drank in high-school like water (you know what I’m talkin about) then he doesn’t give a shit. He probably didn’t brush his teeth this morning. Schizophrenia. Drink. If he’s drinking bud-light, dos Equis, or any other that I didn’t mention in the last list, then he gives a shit. He probably got in a workout, laundry & and a home cooked meal for his grandmother before arriving to the bar. Guys are simple.
Lastly, margaritas. We only drink those at Mexican restaurants and beaches. But when you see someone doing it elsewhere, tell them I said to stop. They’re taking the specialness away.
So I hope I see you out this weekend to toast to schizophrenia with me. Drink. But if I don’t,
Jeff. That’s- Johnny Effing Football, Fool.
That acronym is just about as cheesy as the things I have been hearing about him lately. Opinions, that is. And hey, I hear you, everyone is entilted to one. Hell, I especially support that statement, being that I feel the need to blog about every opinion I have. But enough about opinions, lets look at this.
If you read the article I tweeted earlier, then like me, you were probably balls deep in the entire thing. Very well written, with tons of facts and quotes. Alongside reading it, Collin was blasting off on Johnny on ESPN Radio. I’m fine with that. What irritates me is how big this guy and the story is getting. It’s insane. And Aggies are being the dumbest ones. For a school to allow the newspaper to publically tell Johnny to leave, is ridiculous. We all know that the first big SEC win he brings this year, that same paper is going to be eating out of his palm. The kid will grow up. It’s going to happen. If you didnt read the article, there was one part that really stood out to me and made me realize how quickly this kids life changed. After his first home football game in College Station, Johnny ran home from the statium. No one noticed. After his last home game, he had a police escort bring him home. Johnny Manziel probably went home, used his fake i.d., bought a case of beer and went and partied his ass off to celebrate. But as the article informed me, A&M freshmen arent allowed to do interviews. So all we saw was Johnny Football and we imagined a gentleman and a scholar. We all thought he went home, called his mom, told her how great of an experience it was to play at the beloved Kyle Field and went to sleep after his midnight snack of wheaties and a bible study. Get real people. the dude is balling out of control because he is a KID.
I am about to be 24 and potentially, my life could be entirely different next year. Because of that, I pray non-stop for humility and wisdom. I pray for those things because I dont trust myself as a human being to handle extreme …. lets just say benefits.
Uh-Oh. this is where this turns from a sports blog, to a life blog. Someone called in on Collins show today and brought up race. now, his points were horrible but it made me think about everything that’s going on in the world right now. So lets compare it to sports.
Johnny Manziel is a quarter back who, because of lack of interviews, we portrayed as a saint named Johnny Football. A white kid who everyone expected, because of his healthy trust fund and sturdy upbringing, to be flawless. When we find out he isnt, WHEN WE FIND OUT HE DRINKS UNDERAGE, we stone him. Everywhere you look the guy…excuse me- The KID is being hammered with criticism. You know he sees 90% of it! I’m not saying this to defend him… I think he needs to be called out. As a star, you are held to a different level of conduct. Unless your black. oh my gosh, no!
Here’s an example- Look around in the NFL at all the recievers. I will be the first to admit that because black people are usually faster, quicker and can jump higher, they make better recievers. Chris Carter will be the first to tell you that that group of incredible athletes, is a compilation of divas. Selfish, reckless and talented.
Where are you going with this Beau? Stay with me. Why are we not holding these guys to a higher standard off the field? Why is it ok for them to dress like thugs and…for the sake of summary, saturate themself in the ‘hip hop’ culture? Why are we not holding them accountable?
If Trayvon’s case is a tragedy, (Which who knows if it was self defense or not? I dont even care anymore. Thats not my point.) Then why is the black on black crime that happens daily, not? Why is the white ladie, who got mugged in her own driveway and then cut with a knife by a black man in beaumont not making national news? Why? Because all of us white people arent looking for an appology. The entire black race doesnt owe us a favor because one thug mugs a woman. But because of the Zimmerman case, all black people are reminded of how hard they had it in the 1800′s. And I can vouch for them, too, because I also still have nightmares of not having blue eyes when Hitler was around. Thats a grudge i cant let go of.
A double standard. We make a scene for one person but forget about the others. We say Trayvon’s is about race and we say Johnny’s is about expectations. Hold Johnny to a higher standard. But by God, hold everyone to that same standard. Hold Zimmerman to what you believe to be true. But by God, hold every gang bangin thug you know to that same belief. Lastly, Quit making excuses for athletes, or human beings for that matter, to be idiots. Thats a direct reference to Dez Bryant with his ‘tough childhood.’ Accountability is America’s grayest line.
So Dear Johnny,
Stay off Twitter and dont be bitter.
pull up your pants, dont be a …thug.
Just beat LSU and Bama this fall,
as Johnny Manziel or Johnny Football.