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After much deliberation in trying to decide between the Nissan 350Z and the Subaru WRX, a sleeper stole my heart:


As far as performance goes, the G35 'overall' is better than the 350Z, which was the front runner all along. I won't "spec you" to death, but the top of the line 350Z is equal to the base model G35; however, my particular model is not the base model which then separates itself from the 350Z in other ways.

Now, the WRX is faster; however, its body style is ugly in comparison. Plus, who wants 4 doors on a sports car? Sports cars should be coupe's in my opinion. That said, the G35 is not necessarily a sports car - if at all.


Basically, if the top of the line Infiniti Sedan met the top of the line Nissan (GT-R) and invited it over for drinks and some unprotected unadulterated sex which would consequently lead to pregnancy. Well, 9 months later the G35 would be born. Of course, for you car connoisseurs, you'd know that the G35 is inferior to the G37, but that's for another story. In a nutshell, the GT-R is a tramp and slept with the G35 as well (keep it in the family is what's up) and then 9 months later (unprotected sex - just feels better right?) out would come the G37.

I digress though, this is about my choice of car. For reasons that went beyond cost, the G35 was my choice and I could not be happier with my decision.


I got it Friday evening and have driven it for 2 marvelous days now. No complaints - the baby is fully loaded and she's even earned a nickname:


Okay, so what if it's not original (thanks Kobe Bryant), she's just as cold, just as lethal, and just as bad ass as #24 for the two-time Champion Lakers. Either way, that's what I've named her. Deal with it. Ha!
I'm not going to lie though, when I see a 350Z or 370Z pass by, I can't help but admire the body work; what can I say, Nissan's got some great genes. If I ever decided not to go Infiniti again, I would definitely go Nissan; after all, Nissan and Infiniti are one (for those who didn't know).

Either way, if you are ever in the market for a new or used vehicle, if you do not NEED 4 doors, I highly recommend a G35 or G37 (they're similar - with the G37 being newer and better overall). The 306 horses certainly put a smile on my face every time I jumped on the freeway this weekend. I mean, not everybody can say that in a 24 hour period they have the opportunity to have two powerful things in their hands.

BAHAHAHA!!!!

Any who, I know my friends and family members are glad the search is over; they don't have to hear me no more. I'm sure I can get an amen on that one, huh people? Ha! Ha!

So, I was supposed to bring you all a new "Flashback Friday" story; however, due to my car shopping rendezvous this evening, working late, and a few other distractions, I was unable to get you a new story in time.

Don't Trip!

Next Friday, I will make it up for you and bring you two stories. I'll make sure they are the best yet - promise.

On that note, if you're in "sunny california" it's not so sunny these days, so dry and stay dry - and warm! It's crazy "2012" type weather. Since you don't have a story to read though, I will say go check out some cool videos HERE!

Little Johnny comes home from school one day and asks his mother what "shit" meant.
Thinking fast she replied "food on the table".
Next day he comes home and asks his mother what does "son of a bitch" mean.
Again, thinking fast again she says "It's a priest".
Next day he comes home a asks what does "fuckin'" mean. She says it means "getting dressed".
That same night a priest was coming over for dinner. Johnny is just finished setting the table when he hears the doorbell ring.
He yells "got it". He opens the door and says "Hey son of a bitch, shits on the table and mom and dad are upstairs fuckin'".

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The year was 1998, War Emblem and I were fresh out of high school. When we weren't playing basketball, cruising through the mall looking for some fine "breezees", or eating at 'Taco Lita' - we were rapping.


Sure, some of our closest friends were assholes and laughed at us, but in retrospect, we had skills. We weren't gangster - we were lyrical and had potential; we just didn't have the right beats or producer. In any case, we did have this friend of War Emblem's; his name was Andy (R.I.P.). He used to do radio back in the day, he was an older man with a studio in his home. It wasn't a studio like one you'd see in Diddy's house, but for aspiring rappers getting their feet wet; it did the job nicely.

***One last note before I move on, War Emblem worked at a local Karate dojo and Andy had recently taken over as owner of said dojo. The dojo became our "peach pit" (yes that was a 90210 reference) and on Saturday's I would go and wait for War Emblem to finish training or teaching and then we'd head over to Andy's house (down the street).

So it was a Saturday and we left the dojo (in one car - I left mine at the dojo) on our way to Andy's to drop some hot tracks; I'm talking straight fire. After all, that's how 'Paradox' rolled - oh yeah, that was the name of our rap group.

Without boring you all to death, we dropped it like it was hot and our producer Andy, he gave us each copies of what we had just done on tape. We hopped in War Emblem's ride and headed back to the dojo to get my car.

Now, I usually parked in the alley in back of the dojo that looked something like this...


War Emblem pulls in back, I get out and hop in my ride (Old ass Toyota Corolla). War Emblem pulls up next to me, I'm sticking my head out of the window talking to him when all hell broke loose...


I hear people yelling, it was too loud and sudden to make out what they were saying; however, actions spoke MUCH louder than words as I saw a rifle pointed at War Emblem from just outside the drivers door. Then I see cops pop out from in front of both our cars and they're yelling at us to put our hands where they can see them. They tell War Emblem to get out and basically get down and they proceed to cuffing him and detaining him in the back of their ride. Then they go through the motions with me. Now, I don't know how many of you have had dozens of cops roll up on you like it was Black Ops, but things move kind of fast; especially, when you have absolutely no idea why. I could see if we had robbed a bank, then it would make sense and wouldn't surprise me much.

Unfortunately - it did surprise us both.

I remember the cops telling me to get out of the car, so I reach for my seat belt and all hell broke loose once again.

Now I'm tripppin' cause I got guns in my grill and I'm supposed to get out, but unless I've got super 'X-Men' powers, I've got to unbuckle my damn seat belt. So I reach with my opposite hand and one of the cops yells...


Okay, shit just got real! It got real ridiculous cause there's more instructions than for Gremlin's man. I swear the dude just wanted to put a hot one in me; least, that's how it felt 'cause I couldn't do shit right!

Eventually, one of the cops gets close enough (with pistol pointed at me) to watch me undo my belt, then I open the door and the cop nearest me pushes me on the ground. I'm wearing a red Fubu sweater (it was in at the time) and black nike mesh pants, so when he made me get down on my kness - on the gravel - it hurt. After awhile, both War Emblem and I were in separate cop cars, in cuff's dying to find out what the hell all this drama was about.

Was Ashton Kutcher going to pop out? Probably not, he wasn't around at that time.

Turns out a bank nearby had just been robbed and the suspect (get this) had a red top and black bottoms. Well aren't I the lucky one for matching the description. Being in the back of an alley in separate cars with the bank being less than a block away is probably the epitome of "wrong place-wrong time". The cops had one of the tellers stand far away, then they had War Emblem and I get out and stand far from the teller. Basically, he was identifying us - which obviously he told them we were not the culprits.

Without so much as an apology, they released us and said they were just doing their jobs. I mean, I guess they were, but damn that was some Saturday afternoon. At the end of the day, it was funny and for two aspiring rappers - it definitely gave us something to rap about; it also gave us a little "street cred" as they say.

After all, that's the rappers life right? We were actually living the dream. No Hollywood gangsters here.










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So, my fiancé and I decided that this year our Valentine's Day gift to each other would be to take a trip to a resort this coming weekend. No candy. No flowers. No gifts. Well, at least that was the agreement. If you know my fiancé, listening to me is not always her strong suit.

Gotta love her.

I walk into the office eager to talk to my Supervisor about taking a longer lunch; you see I wanted to go surprise my fiance with flowers. I'm thinking about this all the way into work this morning. After all, if any of you know me, listening to her is not my strength either.

Gotta love me.

So, I walk in, I see heart shaped balloons from afar, and I think to myself, "No way those are on my desk." Of course, as I got closer - they were. The first thing that crossed my mind was, which of my ladies such an arrangement had come from. Ha! I kid! I kid! I honestly was surprised...it was a pleasant surprise for sure. They were in a nice red vase, red and white roses with two Mylar balloons. Something in would have sent her for sure. Although traditionally guys don't get flowers, I must say, as the day goes on and I see all the women who are watching others get flowers, and they do not have any, it makes me feel even more special. Especially, because I'm probably the only man in my building to have received flowers.

I truly am grateful to have found somebody i could be myself with, somebody i could grow into the man God had intended me to be with, basically, I am grateful to have found my partner in life. As we approach being together for one whole decade, it's awesome that she thought of a very thoughtful way to make what otherwise is a woman's day, a day that any man who received flowers from their loved one would and could appreciate. The flowers are not just for me, they are for every man out there who has grown accustomed to today being strictly about the woman.

Thank you babe!

Today, you re-calibrated the bar for woman across the globe, and in the process, you solidified why you will be Mrs. Downs.

So, apparently I've been under a rock, 'cause I hadn't heard of Bruno Mars until he released the single, 'Just The Way You Are'. It's crazy. I've heard several of his songs and all I can say is wow, this man is the real deal. I always thought Ne-Yo had skills, which he does; however, Bruno Mars' voice captures the essence of what an acoustic R&B singer would/should sound like.

IMO.

So, check out this song titled, 'Lazy Day', as it applies to how I feel today.

I finally got around to watching the movie 'Zombieland'. To be clear, I finally got around to finishing the movie 'Zombieland'. I tried watching it weeks ago at Chub's house, but there were too many distractions (Chub talking) to pay attention. It's all good though, today was the day Jimmy Kicks popped it in (the movie that is) and I finished it. Chub, Jimmy & Grip all said it was a really good movie. They recommended it. Those are some facts.

So, what was my take on it?

I will refer to "Rule #32 - Enjoy the little things" and this movie simply was worth enjoying. It wasn't epic, it wasn't a trilogy (although I do think a sequel could be made), and it definitely wasn't the prototypical zombie movie. After all, that's what made it so good - the fact that it depicted zombies as we've never really seen them before. Let me break down the ways in which I feel it differed from the rest:

1. The zombies had on Jordan's, Nikes, New Balance (made in the USA), or something 'cause they ran fast! That's why in the movie, "Rule #1" is 'Cardio'. In all other zombie movies the zombies kind of limp towards people as if they had a ball and chain attached to them - or like a married man would when walking inside of a woman's shoe store with his wife. You get the point. However, in 'Zombieland', the zombies ran full speed with blood dripping from their mouths like rabid dogs. Fortunately, they were not smart; therefore, one could simply run in a circle and out run them.

2. The cast was an "All-Star" cast. I use "All-Star" loosely; however, it's not without argument. You have Jesse Eisenberg (The Social Network), Emma Stone (Easy A), Woody Harrelson (You know what he's been in), and Abigail Breslin (Little Miss Sunshine). In all other zombie movies, you really don't find actors of their caliber. Albeit, a comedy movie, it still maintained the essence of how Hollywood has always depicted zombies. Again, the casting is where director Ruben Fleischer broke the mold.

**There was a cameo by Bill Murray (You have got to know what he's been in), so he adds to the comedy nicely.

I found that in these ways, 'Zombieland' was different and definitely worth watching. If you're a zombie fan (Hi Melissa in the mid-west!) or a fan of any of these actors, you may consider buying this movie - on blu-ray. However, if you simply want to watch an entertaining and funny movie when there's nothing else to do one night, you can Netflix it; it is available as an "Instant View" movie.

By the way, if you've never seen it, you're wondering what these "Rules" are that I'm referencing. In the movie, Jesse Eisenberg's character (Columbus) compiles his own set of rules on how to survive a world suddenly filled with zombies; the rules are pretty hilarious, yet logical. There are a total of 32 rules.

On that note, go watch it, come back, and let me know what you thought. I say a sequel can be made, but the question is - should it be? Let me know your take on it.

"Rule #33 - Go watch it ASAP!"

Some aren't really keen on the "holiday", while to others it's a big deal and they go all out. I for one have been both type of people in my lifetime. Currently though, the girl I am with, she is not big on it, so it kind of gets me off the hook. At the same time, we decided to celebrate it in a more practical way - by taking each other to a resort for the weekend. It won't be this weekend; however, it will be soon and that's how we have chosen to honor Mr. Cupid.

You see, my girl doesn't want roses, she doesn't want chocolate, she doesn't need more sexy lingerie, no edible undies, and definitely, she did not want to be proposed to on Valentine's Day. She made it VERY clear on that last one. Let me tell you. I got lucky with this one, that's for sure. Even more so, because her birthday is in January; therefore, I'm looking at Christmas, Birthday, Valentine's Day. As you can see, the only threesome I get - IS THAT ONE!

$$$$$$$$$$

However, I am fully aware that many of you guys and girls out there are not so lucky. So if you can, please answer the following:

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Basically, on Friday's 'The Write Guyz' will bring you a story about something from our past. You might get a funny story, you might get a sad story, heck, you may even get one that has you saying, "TMI". Odds are, if the latter is what you're saying, it's probably one of my stories. In any case, that is what "Flashback Friday" is all about. You getting to know a little bit more about us than you ever thought you would.

And away we go!

It was my sophomore year in high school and 'flojos' were in style. For those who don't remember, those were those rubber sandals that criss-crossed near the front where your toes are. Here's another clue, they resembled "Jesus' sandals" and I'm talking about "HIM", yes that one. Not your friend Carlos' uncle (Tio) who passes out drunk every time the family plays 'Loteria'.

If I weren't typing this on my iPad I'd google a picture and include it. Oh well. Moving on.

My mom asked me to go to JC Penny's with her one morning, so I slipped on my flojos and off we went. We got there, she did some looking around on the 1st floor, as did I, but I didn't have money to blow, so it pretty much sucked. She wanted to go upstairs and knowing the sports gear was up there I happily tagged along. Nothing too exciting went on up there; however, when it was time to go back down, that's where things went terribly wrong.

::face palm::

Mom's went down the escalator first, I followed, but halfway down this cute brunette rocking those black spandex pants, you know the kind fella's, so tight that if she sat on a quarter she'd fart out two dimes and a nickel. Suffice to say, I was distracted. That's when it happened...somehow the rubber from my sandals got sucked in as I reached the bottom of the escalators. The contraption of death didn't stop, it just kept pulling, which kept tightening then sandals around my foot. Mind you, they criss-crossed, so it's not like other sandals where I could have just slipped out of it with ease. I remember looking up and seeing my mom look back with that look of, "Pendejo what are you doing? Hurry up!" She couldn't see that the escalator was sucking my rubber like Paris Hilton on a Friday night in night vision trying to be safe.

Well, I somehow got my foot out, and i do mean that, because it had a death grip like nothing my foot has ever felt. I was embarrassed, so I took the other sandal off and walked out holding one sandal - barefoot. It wasn't until we got outside that my mom asked why I am bare foot. I told her what had happened and she just laughed. Surprisingly, she didn't offer to take me back in to get my sandal from the escalator. She never bought me new sandals either. All I got from her was a "that's what you get for being dumb."

So now it was MY fault. Well, i blame it on that damn girl for being so hot.

The funny part is to this day when I'm on an escalator in sandals, while they are not flojo sandals, I still make sure I pick my feet up extra high. Funny as it may have been to witness, it was pretty scary.

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