He’s chasing his sixth championship, a second three-peat, and still, Kobe Bryant doesn’t want to talk about Twitter followers. He doesn’t want to talk about all the Hollywood acting roles he has turned down, the parties and nightlife that he has mostly forsaken in his career. He’s chasing a ticking clock, chasing the ghosts before him – Jordan and Magic and Russell.
The world has changed around Bryant in this modern NBA, but his core basketball values have remained largely untouched and unimpeachable: His will stays greater than yours; his talent evolves but hardly diminishes. His single-mindedness remains maniacal.
Yes, he’s got five, and the Lakers stand as a favorite to get him his sixth this season. The false god of celebrity still isn’t intoxicating to him like the grit, the grind of greatness. He still loves the work, craves the pain that comes with pushing himself – pushing everyone. The craft, he calls it: Honor the craft. On the night before every game, he still downloads video into his iPhone from Mike Procopio in Chicago about how opponents may attack him, the way the defenders will rotate to him, the spots where he can feed his teammates the ball – small things beyond the Lakers’ own scouting reports, another edge. Sometimes, they’ll email thoughts back and forth past midnight, which isn’t such a big deal because Bryant seldom sleeps more than three hours a night.
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming– “Wow! What a Ride!”— Hunter S. Thompson (via flipsamsara)
Life is good I still haven’t ran yet fuck it. This one girl is talking to me again we use to be friends but I do not wanna be her friend any more she just needs to enjoy high school and move on with us not being friends. She told me she doesn’t like it when we do not talk. Bitch we never talked anyways thats why I fucked you over and lied. She was not even a friend to me she is not to true to me. I have semi decent grades which makes me happy so I want to just try and get real classes next semester so I can start my educational goals. Girls are still not a concern of mine I only care about them when I am sleep deprived but when I am in the right mental state it doesn’t even matter to me what so ever. I hope people read this since I love attention.
The hipster would never explain how they feel about mainstream culture, people should just know what they are thinking and automatically agree with them. Anyone who doesn’t share those views, is a product of consumer culture and should be converted but not by, like, them but by reading an old irrelevant book about an obscure author who lives in Brooklyn.