Mortality: Fuck it.
I just got back from my friends dad's wake. Needless to say, it is kind of depressing. No one likes to see one of their best friends crying, or going through any types of troubles like that. It sucks because you cant do anything to help them. It did make me realize one thing though, your living life, having fun, then someone throws a curveball and decides to fuck your shit up. You never know when you're going to lose someone close to you; that sucks. My parents are older, and it makes me think about losing them. I dont know what I would do. I'd cry for days on end, for sure. I dont know how dakota did it. He's a soldier; definately stronger than me.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
RIP
This blog isn't going to be as much on the lighter side as my other ones have been. I know, F me right?
Anywho, my whole weekend was pretty much dedicated to one of my best friends, Dakota. In the past week, his dad passed away. That's never easy one anyone, but Dakota lives alone, works 60 hours a week on swing shift (which is the shittiest thing out there) and still enjoys life.
I found out his dad passed away and i was instantly bummed out. It kind of made me thing about life and mortality and all that bullshit. I had to cheer him up; he'd called me a few times and just sounded absolutely crushed on the phone. Normally he is extremely up beat and hyper as shit- not lately. So my whole weekend was pretty much to keep his mind off things and make sure he had fun
Friday night me and Nick met him in Fairview to go out and eat and just bullshit. You could see his mood was still kind of down, but he was happy to be with us. Eventually we went to the mall, porn shop, you know, all the necessary places and decided we wanted to do something else. Finally we were like "fuck it"- we went to Washington Ave. to a hookah bar; it was packed so we left (which dakota wasnt happy about) so we drove around and bullshat some more and finally ended up at a pretty chill hookah bar on S. Grand. We stayed there till it closed and went back to dakotas and left. I didn't really want to leave him because if he was alone he only had one option to think about... We said our goodbye's and took off. His mood was exponentially better than it was when we first met. I was feeling pretty good about myself- helping a friend out like that, espescially when he needed me the most. Honestly, I would have done anything for him.
Saturday night, I had to go to the symphony for my music class and Dakota decided he wanted to come along- thats perfectly fine with me. We went to the symphony and had as grand of a time as you can at a symphony (lol). Then we went to the same hookah bar we went to the night before, except this night there was a burlesque show. Yes a fucking burlesque show. It was awesome. Ordered a few drinks, cheered his ass up, went back to his house and left.
The funeral is on Tuesday, and i would cancel anything to go to it.
Love you bro
Anywho, my whole weekend was pretty much dedicated to one of my best friends, Dakota. In the past week, his dad passed away. That's never easy one anyone, but Dakota lives alone, works 60 hours a week on swing shift (which is the shittiest thing out there) and still enjoys life.
I found out his dad passed away and i was instantly bummed out. It kind of made me thing about life and mortality and all that bullshit. I had to cheer him up; he'd called me a few times and just sounded absolutely crushed on the phone. Normally he is extremely up beat and hyper as shit- not lately. So my whole weekend was pretty much to keep his mind off things and make sure he had fun
Friday night me and Nick met him in Fairview to go out and eat and just bullshit. You could see his mood was still kind of down, but he was happy to be with us. Eventually we went to the mall, porn shop, you know, all the necessary places and decided we wanted to do something else. Finally we were like "fuck it"- we went to Washington Ave. to a hookah bar; it was packed so we left (which dakota wasnt happy about) so we drove around and bullshat some more and finally ended up at a pretty chill hookah bar on S. Grand. We stayed there till it closed and went back to dakotas and left. I didn't really want to leave him because if he was alone he only had one option to think about... We said our goodbye's and took off. His mood was exponentially better than it was when we first met. I was feeling pretty good about myself- helping a friend out like that, espescially when he needed me the most. Honestly, I would have done anything for him.
Saturday night, I had to go to the symphony for my music class and Dakota decided he wanted to come along- thats perfectly fine with me. We went to the symphony and had as grand of a time as you can at a symphony (lol). Then we went to the same hookah bar we went to the night before, except this night there was a burlesque show. Yes a fucking burlesque show. It was awesome. Ordered a few drinks, cheered his ass up, went back to his house and left.
The funeral is on Tuesday, and i would cancel anything to go to it.
Love you bro
Monday, November 15, 2010
The Adventures of Randy the Wrench Ranger
The Adventures of Randy the Wrench Ranger:
based on a true story
It was a sunny afternoon in early July, and Randy was out collecting honey from his bees. He had to collect honey because his grand-pappy was very, very sick and the only way to cure him was to get a magic flute from Mobile, Alabama. Randy didn't have any money, though because he only worked part time at the local factory- Red Bud Industries. Honey was a growing commodity in his local community so he decided to grow it and make some money.
Late one afternoon, a few Boeing 757's crashed into his bee farm! "What the heck!?" Randy thought, "I was just about to raise enough money to take a train down to see my grand-pappy". So, because all of his options were exhausted, Randy decided he had to sell crack; it was his only option.
Randy sold crack successfully for a few weeks, and made a fair share of money, but his dad, who used to be a vital part of the Doobie Brothers, intervined. Randy had to stop selling his crack! What could he do now?
There was only one option left- he had to whore himself out to either 500 chicks, or 50 fat chicks, or 5 really, really fat chicks. "Lord have mercy," Randy thought. Please help me to not get caught in this prostitution ring. Randy almost had enough money, but contracted a serious case of syphalis and aids.
The end.
Randy sold crack successfully for a few weeks, and made a fair share of money, but his dad, who used to be a vital part of the Doobie Brothers, intervined. Randy had to stop selling his crack! What could he do now?
There was only one option left- he had to whore himself out to either 500 chicks, or 50 fat chicks, or 5 really, really fat chicks. "Lord have mercy," Randy thought. Please help me to not get caught in this prostitution ring. Randy almost had enough money, but contracted a serious case of syphalis and aids.
The end.
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