I was recently reading Stathi's latest post and I could help but smile at just what a completely unique method of blogging he actually has. You see he doesn't ever write full posts, he only uploads his poems. To be completely honest I actually didn't think he was going to keep it going for longer than a couple of weeks, however he's proved me wrong and has been going strong since August.

In this particular post I actually understood exactly where he was coming from without him having to explain it to me. This poem came about from one of the Thursday basketball practices where he had stuff stolen from his jeans in the locker room. Credit cards, cash and his memory stick with several poems he was meaning to get onto the site.

See if I had my wallet stolen the post you'd be reading would go something like this:

MotherF$%er, wan$ing piece of sh*t that can't do anything but pry on other people, the parasitic a$$hole seriously needs to be taken out and f%£ed up the nose....I got my wallet stolen today....

Or something along those line. However this is how Stathi decided to talk about this subject:

Would it be six thirty? Would it be the five o' ones? Would it make a difference? Faded they were, worn out and dirty With six years of history

I left a piece of myself in them though In the frequent adolescent sweat rooms Where boys still burdened with abstract realizations Of welfare and the boogie man Have all become first class limping gangsters

Not their fault though Accidentally took a piece of mine From my overdrawn hole-full-hope-full pockets Left me change for a bitter ride home