Scares, Concerns, & Hope

Two days ago I had the scare of my life. I recently adopted a cat from Foreacre Fosters; a BEAutiful grey striped tabby named Charisma, and love her dearly. She’s my emotional support animal, and she loves her job. I went out into the street the other day and saw this:

I literally thought that was my cat, and panicked a little; checking my cameras to see if she got out, asking my roommate if he seen her, throwing furniture around checking for her, the works. I was crying calling out for her name and was in denial about that being my cat dead out in the street. And I just heard a trill, looked forward, and saw her in my dresser. I fell down to my knees, and cried. And then I held her in my arms, crying, happy to see her alive and well. Well, as well as she could be in a grown man’s arms crying like a baby. I then called the PSPCA to see if they could help give the other one a proper burial. My roommate picked what was left of the other cat off the street and they picked her up and cremated her. I felt like this whole scare was a lesson to truly appreciate what you have, before it’s gone. As life comes and go, you never know when it would end..

Hallo, Whirled!

This is the inaugural post of the new generation of www.yusefhamed.com
The absolute last time the domain was under my rule was the initial version in 2005

Anyways, today onwards kickstarts a new wave, a blitzkrieg of sorts, of everything pertaining to me, Yusef Hamed, being wrangled back into control, and organized very neatly for your pleasure. I intend this and much more for all of those who love me, who hate me, who overall, think enough of me to type my damn name into the URL and have added a DOT COM. So, without further delay or digression, welcome, welcome to the party!!

Crank the Speakers up to Seven-Eleven

I went to my first concert ever to see my best friend Alex play with his two bands Gypsi & Tomorrow Awaits at The Champ in Harrisburg (Technically it’s in Lemoyne but it’s right across the river so for all intents and purposes it’s in Harrisburg)

I have mixed feelings about it. I for one liked the music. It’s was just the kind of metal I like: Metal enough to hear actual lyrics and not screams and grunts. What I didn’t like was the audience in the so-called mosh pit. From what I heard from my friends moshing is shoving into your co-spectators like a bunch of NFL jocks. What I witnessed, however, was a bunch of drunken Karate Kid-wannabees high on crack swinging their arms and legs like a bunch of fucktards. I had to stand in the far corner so I wouldn’t get hit. One thing about me is I have a very short temper. You look at me the wrong way and I’ll curse at you, let alone talking shit either in front of me or behind my back. And if you hit me, prepare to have a fight until the gestapo arrive. Or I’m incapacitated, either way I won’t back down until one of those two terms are met. Anyway, I was enjoying the show even though I was pissed off a great deal that those “moshers” wouldn’t just sit or stand and enjoy the show. I noticed that from Gypsi onward that was a slow but steady increase in both quality and fans cheering as the bands rotated. Obviously the guys after Gypsi and Tomorrow Awaits were a bit more weathered and experienced which earned them more roadies to cheer them on. Furthermore, some of those roadies were making fun of the two bands, which was both uncalled for and pissing me off. I swear there might have been a fight or two in The ~~Mosh~~ Blood Pit. But enough of those morons, I overall had a good time besides them. The music was brutal, some of the appearances of the spectators were more so, and I had a bloody good time.

Cheers,

Ronzil

Home is where the Constable Is

It’s been over a week since I lost my home for the second time. I have lost it due to my mother’s neglect of essential bills, lending money to me sister, buying Amazon and eBay’s entire stock, and that crack addict of a neighbors’ thievery of $569. I have gotten into a fight with my sister’s husband a little over a month ago, and fate has landed me at their doorstep. I don’t beg: Never have, never will. My mother and sister bargained with my brother-in-law to allow me into their home due to “extraordinary” circumstances. Since then my sister’s home has been one clusterfuck of a mess with 7 people and 10 cats, not to mention the other members of the Animal Kingdom residing in each room. The deal allowing me to stay required me to stay in one of the kid’s bedrooms the entire time, the exception being let out to help with whatever needs doing. I have been steadily losing my patience being in one room dealing with a family that treats me lower than one of the ten million family pets. Christ, the damn cats get better treatment than me as they get what they need ASAP. Meanwhile I just got shoes today I have been needing for almost 2 years now. I have been thinking once I do gain the ability to leave and support myself on my own to just disown my family due to the treatment I have suffered that they not only strongly deny, but justify the wrongs the bestowed upon me. I realize I am not a nice person: Never Have, Never Will. The only exception being is if I like you, otherwise you are a sack of shit for me to demean. That being said, it is probably a way of putting off the suffering I endured on to someone else. Home has never been kind to me, no matter where or what my home is. I will most likely never settle down, just move on to new and different places whilst burning the bridges I come across in the process.

Until next time,

Ronzil

Hell=Earth

During the final years of my dwindling faith as a Christian, I was coming up with more theories on making Christianity believable than the amount of Pokémon (Currently it is at 721). One of my last theories was as follows: There is little to do to get into Heaven as you are already in Hell. Think about it: Eternal suffering in a world filled with more sin and vice than Sodom and Gomorrah put together a thousand times. If there was a God, would he allow such suffering in 3rd World Countries and mild annoyances in 1st World Countries? Would he allow Man to destroy what he created? Would he allow several people with wildly different opinions of God to kill each other over who was right-eous? The answer, quite simply, is no. Your fate was sealed the second you came out of the womb, because before you were “born”, you were alive in the actual world he created, but committed something wrongful, whether it be sins or believing the wrong religion. But you try to ignore the fact you are in Hell by deluding yourself into having yet another crack at getting into Heaven, while you clearly are not. Do you wonder why God won’t answer your prayers? You have been eternally separated from God and put into endless suffering. I myself am an complete Atheist now, and do not believe such things, but I thought you might be interested in my final thoughts as a Christian man.

Yours Truly,

Ronzil