Within the past year I have been blessed with the opportunity to add a few new people to my repetoire of friends. As we all know, this is a rare and wonderful thing that doesn't come around all that often. One of these fine indivduals just happens to be an eloquent writer (who may still someday write a book) who is also an avid blogger. He has inspired me to attempt my own, and hopefully successful, narrative of the events of my time spent among the living, and the sometimes fucked up thoughts that role through my ever wandering mind. We will have some laughs, and ever so often a cry, and once in a while we may even kick somebody's ass, so sit back, relax, and enjoy the journey...
This happens to be the winding down of the most festive weekend of July, and although sad to see it all end, there is a part of me (especially my liver) that is relieved. The conclusion of the weekend also happens to coincide with the conclusion of a relationship. Well, I guess that calling a relationship would be a slight overexaggeration, as it only lasted for the blink of an eye and ended up being a "relation-shit". Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed most of the brief time we spent together, but what is it about these boys in and around their thirties that makes them so non-confrontational? I am a lover not a fighter, but I am also the tiniest bit of a realist. No offense to you guys out there, but for Christ's sake, grow a pair of balls, grab them, and be honest with people for just two fucking minutes. It's really not that difficult and it will end up making you feel just a bit better about yourselves. Oh, and it moves you out of the Dickhead Box and back into the Human Box. Alright, I am officially over it and him.
The last two days in the Poi are a drunken blur...beer, pudding shots...beer...whiskey...beer...strawberrybombs...beer..."you're a coward and a dickhead"...whiskey...beer..."whose phone number is this???"...beer...Big League Chew...whiskey..."just scrape the top off the fucking cake and eat it!!"...beer...
Any questions?
So now we rest on "The Lord's Day", and swear off drinking and smoking for at least another 24hour period. Sundays are like New Years. Each Sunday I make resolutions for the week. Last week it was to make Pudding Shots, a birthday present, a birthday cake...success...this week it is no smoking, no drinking, and lots of time at the gym...the resolutions grow bigger as the shit grows deeper.
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I hope the mystery phone number was mine! This is great. Keep writing. And stop picking on the poor kid--he don't know no better.
What a start lady! So psyched to see your writings, and look forward to all posts.
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