Jayman Through the Years

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal">Hola y’all! One of the things people ask me about most is my past. Seems as though I’m some kind of international man of mystery to most of you people and you get to wondering about me. So, I thought I’d take everyone a photographic journey through my life today and maybe you’ll know me a little better that way. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I was born in the Spring of 1968, just before all hell broke loose in America. Luckily, I arrived in time to attend the Woodstock Music Festival in ’69 with my fellow “Free Love Hippies.” <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIfu2OAqkaJBMNkAYYx1v9p7pMw7W9rQmUNBTYqRblB1L3tyRRr8_7u6YhtNqhZQr5Ot3SIIa0XZeQTEQgN5nSEYhKEX_QHL6XD1d7qxr6bqJ62-mWWk2rQGyvuQavZ-_XMO65rF89CGxX/s1600/Jay+60s+Hippies+Bus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIfu2OAqkaJBMNkAYYx1v9p7pMw7W9rQmUNBTYqRblB1L3tyRRr8_7u6YhtNqhZQr5Ot3SIIa0XZeQTEQgN5nSEYhKEX_QHL6XD1d7qxr6bqJ62-mWWk2rQGyvuQavZ-_XMO65rF89CGxX/s400/Jay+60s+Hippies+Bus.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Those were some good times. Dropping acid and making love under the stars and shit like that. We were gonna change the world you know! Well, those days eventually gave way to the Disco Era of the 70’s. More wild times! I had a closet full of leisure suits and an awesome fro and was hitting Studio 54 a few nights a week!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRgT4ng5CZtPTK-asGeuEPxR5b32zOtvNmsmmdbVzVoszC8GW040kTsUdtSJRQMilPbEgZQGXO2rWXkKSmLVpPOfZJU0mIB2K74vUl2hdkwEKp8fnOUruGLKh7fSClwzpNleWhhr8VxBqf/s1600/Studio-54-Strippers-Jayman-Leisure-Suit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRgT4ng5CZtPTK-asGeuEPxR5b32zOtvNmsmmdbVzVoszC8GW040kTsUdtSJRQMilPbEgZQGXO2rWXkKSmLVpPOfZJU0mIB2K74vUl2hdkwEKp8fnOUruGLKh7fSClwzpNleWhhr8VxBqf/s400/Studio-54-Strippers-Jayman-Leisure-Suit.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Unfortunately Disco died a brutal and untimely death and things really got weird.  The 80’s was all about big hair, heavy metal music and cool fashion like Member’s Only Jackets. I spent most of that decade on the West Coast partying and rock ‘n rolling hard with the likes of Phoebe Cates. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtFArKehol_aUIGahldhklXBku3Jz4FAux5rtFyJKABWkJUe_dr0U1anoGAhLvspUY-_0XdNrBNpVVDY176CJ6m4brpF5hzstla-vgHCKuDHXcBsTiFB39OAZ67JY2dQpqhs24l7KyBsZy/s1600/Jay+80s+Metal+Fast+Times+Phoebe+Cates.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="325" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtFArKehol_aUIGahldhklXBku3Jz4FAux5rtFyJKABWkJUe_dr0U1anoGAhLvspUY-_0XdNrBNpVVDY176CJ6m4brpF5hzstla-vgHCKuDHXcBsTiFB39OAZ67JY2dQpqhs24l7KyBsZy/s400/Jay+80s+Metal+Fast+Times+Phoebe+Cates.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Ohhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Hottest babe ever! That’s pretty much all the 80’s had to offer though and by the time the 90’s hit we were all ready for something completely different.  Yeah, it was Grunge time y’all! Nasty hair, plaid shirts and jackets and all the music was just someone mumbling into the microphone bitching about some shit nobody could understand. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">It was awful really. The mosh pits were gross and full of guys who never showered or anything. People were doing crack and meth and it just wasn’t as fun as the 60’s, 70’s and 80’s had been. Mostly it was meaner and there was a lot less love to go around. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQuHJcS7cibijlBTDCqTObhfSsAOlJIVe48LSHn7P8RtHIfuxGO_qFBNos5P7HTRLHT3N4cERZH1EF_QXFVQEi9_jjHsKYoH0RqNBdcNYztit98Jw5usM-rh6rfXLFgdjDs7A9X5uaLXId/s1600/mosh-pit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQuHJcS7cibijlBTDCqTObhfSsAOlJIVe48LSHn7P8RtHIfuxGO_qFBNos5P7HTRLHT3N4cERZH1EF_QXFVQEi9_jjHsKYoH0RqNBdcNYztit98Jw5usM-rh6rfXLFgdjDs7A9X5uaLXId/s400/mosh-pit.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Then the 2000’s hit and things got a lot worse. All we ever did was hang out on street corners in our Sopranos style track suits flashing our bling and keeping folks in line. People were up to all kinds of dirty deals too. Not just selling a little weed to the working man or even just crack and meth to freaks either. We were into serious corruption like money laundering and providing protections. It got pretty scary yo …. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoFhb2XoVqaJUENzUPYuRpjtXDHpB1Vux4FFlY9cWoG_1pQBvqfJ9K8Sh3T0E2g73ITmoYbXxAXrFGykx9PUXSaVBti9ML7U2YRxWmIjDrIQsUo-y-snqINuWwXaUBvtEtr4XRW2mJyKCL/s1600/Sopranos+Jayman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoFhb2XoVqaJUENzUPYuRpjtXDHpB1Vux4FFlY9cWoG_1pQBvqfJ9K8Sh3T0E2g73ITmoYbXxAXrFGykx9PUXSaVBti9ML7U2YRxWmIjDrIQsUo-y-snqINuWwXaUBvtEtr4XRW2mJyKCL/s400/Sopranos+Jayman.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I’m glad those days are behind me. You know that partying all the time and doing drugs and gang-banging and shit is a young man’s game. I ain’t about that life anymore. Nope. Today I’m just your average everyday mild-mannered <a href="http://www.blogtalkradio.com/im-with-stupid">internet radio star</a> who sometimes shows up on the red carpet with someone like Blake Lively … <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiLMmERT4EeyO8tvCIxg8RbMf9ax4aX2IIShLijF8luyEcY0G1jo3bUQcOvJYmLEJBq2JNbHEQL-JL-_GIwJXkC1Ettchjgk0lHSb7jHN_C57s2LGkKzdEQHmxcd-X11H2Wi3kKYsHqygX/s1600/Blake-Lively-Jayman-Hot-Sexy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiLMmERT4EeyO8tvCIxg8RbMf9ax4aX2IIShLijF8luyEcY0G1jo3bUQcOvJYmLEJBq2JNbHEQL-JL-_GIwJXkC1Ettchjgk0lHSb7jHN_C57s2LGkKzdEQHmxcd-X11H2Wi3kKYsHqygX/s1600/Blake-Lively-Jayman-Hot-Sexy.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I guess we all gotta grow up sometime right? A whole lifetime of Rock ‘n Roll and partying and living in the fast lane is just too much. I mean, I’m glad I did it cause those were some wild times no doubt, but this whole international celebrity thing has its advantages too. I guess all this just gets mixed together and makes me the man I am today. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLL4pPpnIg5Qhq_9aPq8xmk3aQ4SEZ5kC2M_XK-W7W3IjlFKTCqDKUF61G-9V5PnIAXOt5glODMzRIMK0jbT1Q-o-b-UdcWROCfMMPjQ6mLOv-c6niYKdOIKV2Nt-NYw14BUrT51V6DzP2/s1600/Jay+IWS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLL4pPpnIg5Qhq_9aPq8xmk3aQ4SEZ5kC2M_XK-W7W3IjlFKTCqDKUF61G-9V5PnIAXOt5glODMzRIMK0jbT1Q-o-b-UdcWROCfMMPjQ6mLOv-c6niYKdOIKV2Nt-NYw14BUrT51V6DzP2/s320/Jay+IWS.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I hope you enjoyed my little trip down memory lane. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="mailto:Jayman3768@gmail.com">Jayman3768@gmail.com</a><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/jayman68">Facebook: Jayman68</a><br /><a href="http://www.twitter.com/jayman_iws">Twitter: @Jayman_IWS</a> <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div></div>

Jayman Through the Years

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