Life & Times of Wes Obvious

As for me I am your normal Highschool graduate. I was forced to move BACK with my parents after I had made some poor decisions and am regretting it more and more each day. See, now that I'm stuck here in this shithole of a town, I am missing out on the finer things in life, ie: partying; staying out till dawn; hanging out with highschool friends (exceptions do apply); and best of all, not being stuck at home with the parents.

I can't complain. They do feed me, shelter me, all the bare essentials. I can play my guitar really loud (or when convenient), hmmm, actually that's about it.

Well, I've finally got a job. I now work at Blockbuster Video so I'm not stuck on my ass anymore. It's pretty cool, except for the people who forgot what it's like to be behind the counter. Yeah you know 'em. It's like if they have to wait because THEY forgot their shit, it's my fault. Oh well, I just laugh at them. And then there's the old man that comes in and makes a joke about something and you have to laugh even if it isn't funny. Then there's the guy with the girlfriend coming to get a movie to spend a romantic evening together... but a-ha! you see the girl the next day with another guy rubbing up on him. Then you get the gangster thugs that are too cool to ask where the 'Winnie the Pooh adventures' is, but "it's for his baby." Oh shit, I can't forget this one, the drunken woman who is probably getting over a divorce or some type of breakup but still has the idea that if she stays young at heart she will find love again. It's hard telling a horny 35 year old that you're eighteen and not afraid to call the cops. *OH NO!* My favorite encounter so far was this hot girl who came in alone and rented some romance movie. She was gorgeous, and well, if I went on I'd just sound like a pussy so never mind. Then there's the bratty kids, ages 7 to 17... make that 25. The ones that knock all the shit off the racks and make a mess, leaving shit on the floor. And the fucks that don't have any idea that the world doesn't revolve around them. It can get rough, but hey, I'm getting paid so I can't complain. But yeah, I think it kicks ass.

I'm in a band called BUGADA. We play... well, I'm not sure. We get into the punk stuff but I don't want to call us punk. We're aiming for Circle Jerks/Vandals meets Dropkick Murphys/Casualties with some hard core crazy shit too. We recently finished our shit ass demo and are trying to get it out to people in our area. Will people like it? Who cares! We do. We've been talking back and forth to the guys at Stand Off Records and they are interested in helping us out. So be looking for us on their website.

I'm not a total bum, I do my bit around the house, but I mostly smoke my Marlboro Menthal Ultra Light 100s.

I guess one of my favorite things to do is go to shows. The shitty part, no punk shows come to this area. The Punk-O- Rama tour??? Amarillo, TX, I'm not walking a hundred miles to see a show.
WALK?!? Yeah, Judge Muffley thinks I don't deserve a license. Don't worry, I agree.

I also like long walks on the beach and candle lit dinners... No, I haven't had any of those but I bet I would like them.
Oh yeah, I'm also a hopeless romantic

I guess that's about it, if you've made it this far you either have nothing better to do or you are stalking me. Either way, I am still flattered. Thanks for your time, psycho.


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