Alcohol VS. Marijuana

    Just a few weeks ago, I was getting drunk most nights and being pretty reckless. Now, I'm playing it safe, cleaning and looking for work. Granted, I am high for a large percentage for the time. My brothers are pretty heavy into marijuana, hence giving me access to it virtually whenever I want.

    Being high is not even comparable to alcohol. Both of the substances have completely different side effects from each other, each with their own pros and cons. With alcohol, you want to get crazy, loosen up. You get confident and friendly.

    Marijuana, on the other hand, leaves you relaxed and completely calm. You notice things, your sense are a bit off and you seemingly appreciate odd things. It's kind of a quirky drug to me. I feel almost like a cartoon character when I'm high.

    So, I can't say I could choose between the two. I can appreciate both vices for different reasons. So I think I'm going to continue to use both.

~Joe G.

Lessons I've Learned: Nothing Lasts Forever

    As a child, I always had a new toy or item that caught my interest. I grew attached to all the cheap bells and whistles that came with them. I used to drain their battery power faster than cowards run for cover. One thing I slowly learned to accept was that more often than not, I would never get my batteries replaced.

    There were simply too many toys to keep up with. Whether I got the full use of the toy or was just unlucky, leaving the toy on in the toy box to find it completely drained by the time it was rediscovered. A few exceptions would be the few toys I would grow especially fond of, including but not limited to Gameboys, keychain lasers, and walkie talkies.

    This inevitable cycle constantly reminded 6 year old Joe that no matter how awesome a toy might be, it was bound to run out of batteries. If I was lucky, I'd get them replaced once or even twice, but in the long run, these toys weren't going to last forever.

    Learning this lesson would become a crucial part of surviving my childhood. A home life that would be filled with empty promises and overflowing with disappointment. A household that even on the greatest of days was tainted by the thin layer of impending doom, but we learned to enjoy things while they lasted and accepted it when good things just ran out of batteries.

Thank You

    We'd like to thank you for making a donation. We are very grateful of your kindness and hope you continue donating to Hardcore Climax's Heartcore Gives Back. In the future, we intend to set up regular donations to music and crisis foundations. 

    Again, we can not thank you enough. Feel free to keep in touch via email with myself or our project in general. Please and thank you!

Joe "GenoCyDe" Maynez

Heartcore Climax Founder

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Heartcore Relief

    On a whim, I set up a donation page to help people effected by the current crisis in Japan. I don't know the tragic details because I haven't been able to get through a news article or blog about it. I don't even want to see the videos.

    The tragedy was the first crisis in my lifetime to hit close to home. One of my very best friends has family in Japan. She has been unable to contact these relatives and it caused me to put myself in her shoes. Knowing loved ones were involved in something this big, and being unable to contact them is something I can't even begin to understand.

Make a donation!

    I hope everyone involved is able to get through this tough time and wish them all the best. Please consider making a donation. I'm straightening out all the financial stuff as I type this.

    Ignore my next post, it's just a blog post that will be linked to after a donation has been made. It's a text post thanking them for their support.

~Joe GenoCyDe

Culture Shock

    I didn't realize I had been gone from home that long. My brothers have really taken on a new view on the world. In a home where it was understood that Lil Wayne was played loudly, no ifs, ands or buts about it.. Now Wayne's a swagger jacker and it's all about freestyle rap.

    If you don't know what I'm talking about, Freestyle rapping has quite the fanbase. My brothers specifically watch "Grind Time" on youtube, which includes freestyle rappers Fresco, Illusion-Z, Soul Khan, and more duking it out in 1-on-1 and 2-on-2 rap battles. I had never really heard about much of this rap battle business, I just thought 8 mile was as relevant as it was going to be. Unfortunately, I was wrong.

    I definitely have respect for these freestyle rappers, it seems hard to do what they do. Some of these guys get really personal. It's almost as if they all hate each other but play it cool, until it's time to write rhymes. Props to all those guys. I'm def going to include a few of my favorite videos below.

Fresco Vs Paperwerks

Fresco Vs Moodswangz

Fresco Vs Soul Khan

    Enjoy the videos, I know I did :]

~Joe G.

Joe Moves Out!

    As sort of a split second decision, I asked my parents if I could move back home. They said yes. I've been here nearly 3 days. I feel like an ambassador for alcoholism sent to research the ways of "The Herb", but secretly, I come from the ways of "The Herb" so this is just fucking awesome.

    In two days, I've already had the wonders of "O.G. Kush" and "Afghan Kush". My mind has taken a vacation. I'm way too chill to be writing a blog right now. I guess I'll be blogging about some pot stories in the near future. Look forward to that!

~Joe

Things I've Learned Living in a Basement

    The title says it all, I've learned quite a few things these last 9 months. I've been living in the basement of an old run-down house. I'm going to share them with you, so that you can learn from them.

    Despite what one might think, depending on where you are in the basement, anyone directly above you can hear everything you're doing. This is awkward on several occasions. Also, there's a strange phenomenon amongst women in this type of environment. When you tell them to be quiet, they really only get louder. I'm flattered, but everyone is asleep.

    Don't fuck with the spiders, and they won't fuck with you. It's an unspoken truce that has been going 9 months strong. There was one incident, I was overzealous, but it has since been resolved. We no longer speak of it. Remember, they were here first.

    After suffering a poop flood, the floor has become tainted and unwell. Anything that falls to the carpet is also tainted with a horrid stench. Think of it as The Bog of Eternal Stench from the movie Labyrinth. I've set up fallen pillows in positions I can use to hop around the room, I have yet to come up with a solution for the smell. It may have lessened, or I may have gotten used to it.

    These are the most important tips I could think of and hope you have all learned something. I'm hungover and thought it'd be a good idea if I let you in on the secrets of survival. Hope you enjoyed.

~Joe GenoCyDe