Hey guys,

We got a new track from the homies Jim Chief and Tommy Widow. The song is called New Day. Make sure to scope it out and give them some love on twitter @JiMChief and @TommyWidow and as always make sure you are supporting local music! Putting Colorado and Denver on the map one song at a time!

 

Tommy Widow and Jim Chief-New day

“Never complain about getting older, it is better than the alternative.”

Words from my late grandfather. I never had the opportunity to hear him say it personally, but I live by it like it was drilled into my head. In my line of work, I meet someone new everyday, and everyday I am approached by old faces. Many of the familiar faces are adults that have known me longer than I’ve known them. And there are unfamiliar faces that for some reason allow me into their personal lives. Maybe forgetting that I’m there to assist them, and move on to the next person’s problems. Or maybe because I’m a fresh pair of ears in their eyes. I may never know, but it surprises me daily what people let me know about their lives. I smile now as I’m writing this, thinking of all of the characters who have allowed me to get to know them. From the people who walk in and drop 56 friendly “fucks” in the 20 minutes with me. To the strong, elderly woman who confides in me about her husband’s ailing health. As I sit listening, wishing I knew every right word to say to her. Knowing nothing I say or do can help her, so I listen. But she is strong, and never discouraged. And speaking with her always puts me in my place, makes me hate myself for every minor complaint I have throughout the day.

I am turning 24. Admittedly a day that I always thought was 24 years away, no matter how old I got. I’m not happy, atleast I don’t think I am. My job, I dislike. For eight hours a day I do something that provides me with a paycheck, but nothing more. And it drains me. I make money, some months I break my personal “income record”. And I never thought, “money can’t buy happiness” was a real thing. Granted, I still believe that give me a certain amount of money, and happiness has no choice but to follow. I believe that. But it’s nowhere close to what I’m making, it’s nowhere close to worth slowly dying behind my desk. Every morning, I drink a cup of coffee in complete silence, meditation if you will. Sometimes I think about growing up, and learning that “you can do anything you want to do”. That is incorrect. A lesson learned.

I’m asked every day by customers, many who know my father, many who know me, if “insurance is what I want to do?” And I reply truthfully, “no”. I explain that what I do is temporary, and that a steady paycheck is the reason I am where I am now, until my next opportunity comes along. I am told to, “be patient”. And I took heed to that advice, over and over again. And patience has gotten me stuck, for now. I have become unhappy with what I do, and I have nothing to thank for it but “being patient”. I am turning 24, I appreciate everyone trying to help me, give me advice to be patient. But it took some time to figure out that I am not like the middle aged advice giver. I am not patient, I never have been, and now is not the time to become so.

Our elders have been our age before, many have struggled, fought, scratched their way out of dark places to get to where they are now. But we are not them, and everything they say is NOT always good advice.

This is not me complaining, I would be doing her an injustice if I complained when she deals with what she deals with every day of the week. Never knowing if today, or tomorrow could be the day. Maybe my job was to be that ear for her to get everything off of her chest. Maybe the “helpless” words of encouragement in my eyes, are exactly what she needs. Just knowing that when she goes home with him, someone else is who was a complete stranger 7 months ago is thinking about them. And that when the day comes, someone who has never met him, will also hurt with her. Maybe the relationship we have built over the past months, is bigger than what is seen on the surface. I have grown to know her husband, without ever shaking his hand. I have gained her trust, without ever lifting a finger. When I extend an offer to help her with anything I can, she politely declines. She’s strong, stronger than I. Sadly, the day is coming that she’ll need someone, I’ll be strong.

Thank You – With Love To You, EF

It has been AGES since I made a post on KeepBraggin but this was the perfect thing to get back on it. New local music being released by my boy Jim Chief and the track is some good ass shit! And included is a ridiculously awesome video made by T Cott! Check it out and enjoy! As usual make sure to catch them both on twitter @JiMChief and @TrentonCotten

 

I was really touched by this story. Seeing that massive smile and his determination to do things on his own was very inspiring. I want to thank Tom Downing for sharing this with me via Facebook.

via SourceFed on YouTube

Cains Arcade Everyone remembers making something out of cardboard as a kid, well this 9 year old boy made his own arcade! A group of people make his day with this surprise event at his arcade.

 

Here’s a pretty interesting video showing a savant monkey showing off his incredibly fast memory skills. Keep Bragging monkey man!