What the fuck... seriously.
So, here i am at home. I am not really having the best of times this week. Broken relationships... leading to depression leading to anxiety leading to anger and so on and so on. Well, just as i think things are at their craziest. It gets crazier. I am having the strangest dreams, lets start there. weird dreams. Some of them hot makeout dreams, some of them me fighting people. All the wrong people, weird people that are on the periphery of my life. Anyway. Earlier this week, i got to throw two drunk dudes out of the rocket star. They were fighting in the doorway, and so i pushed them into each other, and then in to the mud. It was funny, and strangely superheroesque. The cops were called, and they didn't come, so we instead pushed the panic button. whoah nellie! that panic button works. So police come and away go the drunks.. weird, and dramatic. Oh and maybe a week and a half ago, my brother gets my favorite moped, milani tomato stolen. Fuck. But i cant be mad at him. At that time however, i was super lonely and depressed because my then better half was out of town. So, it didn't help at all. Which leads to a blur of monopoly pinball, and many bad movies. I keep falling asleep on Bill's couch, maybe because i don't want to go home to an empty bed. Oh, and Jim the barber cut my hair. I dont like it much. And Eric G is leaving. I cant win this week. Tonight i had to kick my brother out. That sucks. i love my brother. he is being a total idiot right now. I will probably take him back in a few days. he has to learn though. so tonight. i kicked him out. i am pretty distraught about it. Right after he leaves I hear a car alarm, and i think shit. someone is breaking into my car. so i run outside, and there is this dude braking into an SUV. So i yell at him, and chase him. He is carrying a bunch of shit, and i am dialing 911 while running. It seemed very slow motion. I chased him up some steps into the bum hotel next door. he fell down on the steps. so i grabbed up all the shit he was carrying. at this point i am swearing at the guy, and yelling at the 911 lady. He disappears into the darkness of apartments, and i am standing in the rain and the dark. Then he comes back out with some friends, and start walking towards me. i really thought i was going to get stabbed, and i mentioned this to the operator who was far away in some 911 control room. Then the police roll up. he takes off, and i send my brother after him. Oh yeah, in the middle of this i ran into my brother on bumtown porch. i guess he had nowhere to go. Which makes me feel like shit. Anyway, the cops grab the dude, I ID him, and i get big drunken hugs from the girl whose stuff was stolen. She had come over from the gay bar across the street. Lauren, beth and devon who heard me swearing on the phone, came to save me. thanks guys. SO here i sit. It is way to fucking late. I have to work for Derrick at 6am because he is sick. I am going to be wrecked. I am also getting off the phone right now. a sad conversation.... Nothing, and everything ever changes. How can i sleep, and how the fuck do i move on.