"4.28.08" from Selected Works 2004 - 2008 by Christopher Gutierrez
4.28.08
3:59a
go get it on.
i want you to understand one thing.
i am a cheerleader for the underdogs.
blacks. gays. canadians. the small. the timid. the weak.
i always root for the little guy. hell, i still pee in the one little kid urinal because i dont think it gets enough action.
the rants i go off on arent for the "punk" kids. i hope you know that.
theyre for the mothers who get 3 hours of sleep in order to make breakfast for their kids.
theyre for the gay kids who havent told a soul.
theyre for the kid with the shitty clothes, and not in the hip and ironic way.
theyre for the women who sacrifice social lives so their kids wont have to repeat that cycle.
theyre for the cutters who just want to feel something.
theyre for the girls who throw up, not to be skinny, but so they have some sense of control.
theyre for the meek and embarrassed acne scarred faces.
this community is my heart and soul. i breathe it, i promote it and i defend it... but it is not my end all, be all.
i do not think less of you if you dont know who minor threat is.
there are plenty of cowards and life-wasters on this planet and i dont know what side you're on.
i have never told anyone to drop out of school. i make a point to say this at almost every speaking i do now. please, get an education. the best investment you can make is in yourself.
if what makes you a full and happy person is getting that degree, do it.
if being the best mother makes you smile at the end of the day, do it.
if designing the greatest bootleg shirt in the entire world makes you feel like a fucking artist, get it on.
just do something, because there are plenty of people in this world doing nothing.
i dont give a fuck what your job is. i know miserable, hateful, small and insecure "professionals" with expensive educations. yet, i know some of the most generous, faithful and compassionate people who sit behind desks in offices.
see, its not about what you have...
its about what you're willing to give.
if you are the harvesters, the tourists, the takers, the ones who climb over the weak to "get theirs", well then you can get fucked in my book.
but if you are the givers, the shoulders, the extended hands...
you have my adoration.
just because you choose a more traditional path doesnt make you wrong. it just means that more people pat you on the back and tell you you're doing a great job. and thats fine. perfect, if that makes you smile at the end of the night. you dont need me to cheer you on, you have enough people in your section.
but see, i rant for the underdogs. the ones who choose a different path. one that is looked down upon, scoffed at and called 'irresponsible'.
because im tired of meeting the faces of regret because no one believes in their dreams and no one has ever told them the words of encouragement they so desperately crave.
sure, you're right, ill admit i cant write my way out of a paper bag. im just a spazz and a criminal who never learned how to keep his mouth shut. but see, i dont mind much; because after the football players, band and prom queens have their evening, i am still here, sitting in the cheap seats and screaming to the kids who clean the field, "i fucking believe in you."
and ill keep putting my sloppy and uneducated words in books for all the kids who dont get the hugs, high fives and pats on the back.
because there are still kids who believe in me.
"I am a cheerleader for the underdogs," might be the most accurate job description I have.
4.28.08
3:59a
go get it on.
i want you to understand one thing.
i am a cheerleader for the underdogs.
blacks. gays. canadians. the small. the timid. the weak.
i always root for the little guy. hell, i still pee in the one little kid urinal because i dont think it gets enough action.
the rants i go off on arent for the "punk" kids. i hope you know that.
theyre for the mothers who get 3 hours of sleep in order to make breakfast for their kids.
theyre for the gay kids who havent told a soul.
theyre for the kid with the shitty clothes, and not in the hip and ironic way.
theyre for the women who sacrifice social lives so their kids wont have to repeat that cycle.
theyre for the cutters who just want to feel something.
theyre for the girls who throw up, not to be skinny, but so they have some sense of control.
theyre for the meek and embarrassed acne scarred faces.
this community is my heart and soul. i breathe it, i promote it and i defend it... but it is not my end all, be all.
i do not think less of you if you dont know who minor threat is.
there are plenty of cowards and life-wasters on this planet and i dont know what side you're on.
i have never told anyone to drop out of school. i make a point to say this at almost every speaking i do now. please, get an education. the best investment you can make is in yourself.
if what makes you a full and happy person is getting that degree, do it.
if being the best mother makes you smile at the end of the day, do it.
if designing the greatest bootleg shirt in the entire world makes you feel like a fucking artist, get it on.
just do something, because there are plenty of people in this world doing nothing.
i dont give a fuck what your job is. i know miserable, hateful, small and insecure "professionals" with expensive educations. yet, i know some of the most generous, faithful and compassionate people who sit behind desks in offices.
see, its not about what you have...
its about what you're willing to give.
if you are the harvesters, the tourists, the takers, the ones who climb over the weak to "get theirs", well then you can get fucked in my book.
but if you are the givers, the shoulders, the extended hands...
you have my adoration.
just because you choose a more traditional path doesnt make you wrong. it just means that more people pat you on the back and tell you you're doing a great job. and thats fine. perfect, if that makes you smile at the end of the night. you dont need me to cheer you on, you have enough people in your section.
but see, i rant for the underdogs. the ones who choose a different path. one that is looked down upon, scoffed at and called 'irresponsible'.
because im tired of meeting the faces of regret because no one believes in their dreams and no one has ever told them the words of encouragement they so desperately crave.
sure, you're right, ill admit i cant write my way out of a paper bag. im just a spazz and a criminal who never learned how to keep his mouth shut. but see, i dont mind much; because after the football players, band and prom queens have their evening, i am still here, sitting in the cheap seats and screaming to the kids who clean the field, "i fucking believe in you."
and ill keep putting my sloppy and uneducated words in books for all the kids who dont get the hugs, high fives and pats on the back.
because there are still kids who believe in me.
"I am a cheerleader for the underdogs," might be the most accurate job description I have.
