So it continues on, I was 13, growing up and understanding that I must be a slave to a image. I went to see my father in Orlando, and tried to live down there quite a few times, I did much more than fit in, I was the status quo. I would be a slow-motion cool kid (even though I was a fat ugly little kid) but to have the sneakers that only drug dealers would have on and afford, I was raised in the "inner city" at this point in my life, had extreme abandonment issues with both of my parents mom ( new husband, she worshiped him, he tortured me, and he could never do any wrong in her eyes) and dad (abandoned me for 4 years until I was 12, and then I replaced all the things I hated with him, and replaced them with products, like super nintendo, air jordans, etc.)



I would be in a Minneapolis city school system, having Air Jordan VI (2 X pairs) and the Nike David Robinson pumps, the real name was the Nike Air Command Force 180, I believe which were $175 ( in 1991, that would be more than $250 today) It was very different it was then, I was just a child, 13, I had been moved 5 places in 2 years and 3 months, (27 Months, 5 different schools, and so many peers to adjust to) and I always was accepted, a fat, ugly, insecure, bitter child, I started my ego on warp drive right away, I became a shit talker, a argumentative to teachers and elders, disruptive, and disrespectful as I could possibly be. The perfect ADHD child that I was, or could become, I could be was coming to fruition.`
A meme is not just a stupid viral video, smart ass tight jean wearing insecure asshole Brainy Smurf types are the ones who play this phenomenon off as a cultural joke, but the joke is on us, not just the Brainy Smurf people either, each and every single one of us.
A meme is something universal, could possibly go back to antiquity, nobody can define it exactly. Memes are more than a word virus, or a pop-culture trendy gadget sentence, these are under-tones and over-tones to the cycle of life. We will see so many trends and cultures that are continuations of religion, or something far deeper and more important in my eye, the stars above, and the rotating house that we are under at that time, that is the real secret that I can see anyways, will add more later...
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