Cancer, Airplanes, Urine and Death
Cancer!
I have it.
Sure, I won't be dying or anything anytime soon. However the first procedure and biopsy from last Tuesday did not render itself as benign as the doctor would have liked, so now he's gonna butterfly me and lay me open with a 6-inch scar. All precautionary, so no worries, but still. At least I finally have a story to tell.
And as for the airplane?
It crashed.
It all went down (literally) about 20 doors down from my home on New Years Eve. It was the same single engine plane I had been seeing for months, easily recognizable by the Geico banner it flew behind him. Landed nose first right between a fireworks stand and a gas station. 20 doors. Wow.
What a pissy day!
My girlfriend received the unexpected golden shower that same evening. In the face even! Wasn't even mine! Some hoodlums were pissing several floors up from the parking garage we were passing. Only a drop or two (most found it's way to my arm) however you can't let stuff like that go. But I'm also aware I'm in no shape to run up five flights of stairs and expect to win a fight against three guys, even if I could pick them out of the 2000 other people up there. So I screamed and hollered, but only heard laughter as they ran away. But the real question was in regards to the girl I told at work who stated it wasn't a big deal, and certainly not worth fighting over. Huh? Really?! I guess we now all know your fetish.
So...who died?
An old buddy passed away, again on that same day, within a mile from where I currently live (diagonally opposite from the airplane). He was the first person to ever get me high. It would appear he failed to remember to get un-high. Overdose of Xanax and Roxies. I felt kind of bad because he emailed me on my birthday last year to catch up, and I blew him off. He had written in recent personal letters that he didn't feel like anyone loved him anymore and was apparently reaching out to a lot of people within these last few months. And now I feel like the biggest douche, as did everyone else who got a similar text/email. We just didn't have any idea. Lesson learned, unfortunate that it is the same lesson we hear over and over, but never heed. And probably the most important one. Time is limited, take advantage.
He did have a significant influence on the man I would become. I never really cared too much for myself. Not at all. I figured most non-nerdy people would hate me, but for some reason this cat thought I was the shit. Totally shocked me, because he was one of the cooler people around. I vividly recall the first time he told me he fucked his girlfriend's titties. At that time, I didn't think chicks really let you do that kind of thing! Man, this guy was cool! Anyway, he would seek me out to hang out all the time, ask me to bust out some Pantera or Metallica on guitar and he'd eat it up. He would always tell me how cool I was and get me to put myself out there more. He would talk me up to the other cool people, and then one day when I opened my eyes, I was part of that same in-crowd. He helped me to expand my mind, my influence and my total self. And I'm most grateful.
And what do I think so far of all this? Fuck, you 2012. Fuck you long, and fuck you hard.
I have it.
Sure, I won't be dying or anything anytime soon. However the first procedure and biopsy from last Tuesday did not render itself as benign as the doctor would have liked, so now he's gonna butterfly me and lay me open with a 6-inch scar. All precautionary, so no worries, but still. At least I finally have a story to tell.
And as for the airplane?
It crashed.
It all went down (literally) about 20 doors down from my home on New Years Eve. It was the same single engine plane I had been seeing for months, easily recognizable by the Geico banner it flew behind him. Landed nose first right between a fireworks stand and a gas station. 20 doors. Wow.
What a pissy day!
My girlfriend received the unexpected golden shower that same evening. In the face even! Wasn't even mine! Some hoodlums were pissing several floors up from the parking garage we were passing. Only a drop or two (most found it's way to my arm) however you can't let stuff like that go. But I'm also aware I'm in no shape to run up five flights of stairs and expect to win a fight against three guys, even if I could pick them out of the 2000 other people up there. So I screamed and hollered, but only heard laughter as they ran away. But the real question was in regards to the girl I told at work who stated it wasn't a big deal, and certainly not worth fighting over. Huh? Really?! I guess we now all know your fetish.
So...who died?
An old buddy passed away, again on that same day, within a mile from where I currently live (diagonally opposite from the airplane). He was the first person to ever get me high. It would appear he failed to remember to get un-high. Overdose of Xanax and Roxies. I felt kind of bad because he emailed me on my birthday last year to catch up, and I blew him off. He had written in recent personal letters that he didn't feel like anyone loved him anymore and was apparently reaching out to a lot of people within these last few months. And now I feel like the biggest douche, as did everyone else who got a similar text/email. We just didn't have any idea. Lesson learned, unfortunate that it is the same lesson we hear over and over, but never heed. And probably the most important one. Time is limited, take advantage.
He did have a significant influence on the man I would become. I never really cared too much for myself. Not at all. I figured most non-nerdy people would hate me, but for some reason this cat thought I was the shit. Totally shocked me, because he was one of the cooler people around. I vividly recall the first time he told me he fucked his girlfriend's titties. At that time, I didn't think chicks really let you do that kind of thing! Man, this guy was cool! Anyway, he would seek me out to hang out all the time, ask me to bust out some Pantera or Metallica on guitar and he'd eat it up. He would always tell me how cool I was and get me to put myself out there more. He would talk me up to the other cool people, and then one day when I opened my eyes, I was part of that same in-crowd. He helped me to expand my mind, my influence and my total self. And I'm most grateful.
And what do I think so far of all this? Fuck, you 2012. Fuck you long, and fuck you hard.