It's been a long time
Where should I begin? How about where I am now. I've grown quite close to my sister since our mother has become a bit more observant of what we are doing in the backyard, coming back in with red eyes, possibly smelling like Mary Jane, and when is it my girlfriend and I want to lock ourselves up in my room with Tarek, Karla, and my roommate? Also, business has got real slow, especially when losing the Dolphin Stadium account, which is known as Landshark Stadium now. I really would have been busy with football season and stuffing season this Fall into Winter. My girlfriend and I have gone onto a weird state of emotions which I'm going to talk to her about later. No one knows the cold stares, and answers as well as I do. I know I most likely did something, or didn't do enough of something to upset her. Could be how I'm reacting to our oral sex life. She has been kinda rough to the old friend down South. He is not the stick from a manual car, You have to be more gentle ladies. You'll get better results. Which leads me to my final dilemma. We have been living in this house for free almost 9 months. The previous owners did not tell us the property was up for foreclosure, So the bank said we could stay till April of this year. We've contacted the bank and lawyers for an extension at the time but nothing. So we figured they forgot about the property. Finally, a letter comes in stating this house is up for sale in the market. So this means my family and I have to look for a new place...separately. My mom and i on our own again. My sister with her family now. So now the pressure for a second job is even worse, but hey, I did it once, I can do it again. But can I find the work?
Aside from all of that, I have met a lot of good people along the way. Eric, the son of a distributor, Carlos, who my boss and I met on our route. Eric is one of the most, laid back person I have met. Jon, the bassist to my ex girlfriend's baby daddy's band. We just clicked. Talk about music, cars, etc. Real cool dude, which I haven't met in person yet. These two specific individuals are way older than me, close to their 30's already. Something about older people I can hold a decent conversation with, and they can understand. Worse part is, when they tell me, "Damn, I can't believe how old you sound." Never gets old hearing that =/.
My regular friends are fine, but they're very picky about drugs. I love smoking now. That's all I do aside from drinking. But they don't. My smoking buddy, Gamer is gone. Deserted all his friends for Mel, the group whore if I may. Once a best friend till she starting fucking one of my friends, then moving on to another, then finally settling for Gamer. Gamer has been alone for two years plus. I understand, but no man should get desperate, and try building a relationship with someone who sleeps around like if it's a sport. Gamer and I are not talking due to my beliefs. And even though I stopped reminding him of his mistake, and accepted it, he still makes no effort keeping our friendship. He was my best friend, and all because of what I know about his girl, and the fact one of the guys she fucked is living with me, our second best friend mind you, he bothers not to keep in touch. And because of Mel's drama, I lost a dear friend of mine, which I won't mention her name out of respect (Doll Face).
One special friend of mine was lost November 6, 2008. He took his own life without any reason, only theories. David Vitiello (a.k.a) Raging Lunatic. With very little hang outs between us, I was closer to him, than any of the other wrestlers. We introduced light tubes to the industry, in one of the best matches I've had. When I heard he died I thought it was one of his pranks. He was a big, serious, prankster. Then, When I went to my first wake, and saw my good friend in that coffin, I fell apart. The pain I felt was none I ever felt before. It's hard talking about it, without crying, but I have too. Then the funeral was worse. When they placed him in the Mausoleum, and I gave him our last D$W hand shake, a part of me went in there with him. His death made me realize any good friend I've had , I want to say I'm sorry for being distant, or causing drama, but I want you in my life friends. And just see, my intentions are good, but I have a hard time with words, so it may sound cruel at first, but I care for you a great deal, and only want the best, no matter what.
Well, this had been an emotional one, so I have to take a break. Next will be my drug problem with another substance, and drinking. Till next time my friends.
Aside from all of that, I have met a lot of good people along the way. Eric, the son of a distributor, Carlos, who my boss and I met on our route. Eric is one of the most, laid back person I have met. Jon, the bassist to my ex girlfriend's baby daddy's band. We just clicked. Talk about music, cars, etc. Real cool dude, which I haven't met in person yet. These two specific individuals are way older than me, close to their 30's already. Something about older people I can hold a decent conversation with, and they can understand. Worse part is, when they tell me, "Damn, I can't believe how old you sound." Never gets old hearing that =/.
My regular friends are fine, but they're very picky about drugs. I love smoking now. That's all I do aside from drinking. But they don't. My smoking buddy, Gamer is gone. Deserted all his friends for Mel, the group whore if I may. Once a best friend till she starting fucking one of my friends, then moving on to another, then finally settling for Gamer. Gamer has been alone for two years plus. I understand, but no man should get desperate, and try building a relationship with someone who sleeps around like if it's a sport. Gamer and I are not talking due to my beliefs. And even though I stopped reminding him of his mistake, and accepted it, he still makes no effort keeping our friendship. He was my best friend, and all because of what I know about his girl, and the fact one of the guys she fucked is living with me, our second best friend mind you, he bothers not to keep in touch. And because of Mel's drama, I lost a dear friend of mine, which I won't mention her name out of respect (Doll Face).
One special friend of mine was lost November 6, 2008. He took his own life without any reason, only theories. David Vitiello (a.k.a) Raging Lunatic. With very little hang outs between us, I was closer to him, than any of the other wrestlers. We introduced light tubes to the industry, in one of the best matches I've had. When I heard he died I thought it was one of his pranks. He was a big, serious, prankster. Then, When I went to my first wake, and saw my good friend in that coffin, I fell apart. The pain I felt was none I ever felt before. It's hard talking about it, without crying, but I have too. Then the funeral was worse. When they placed him in the Mausoleum, and I gave him our last D$W hand shake, a part of me went in there with him. His death made me realize any good friend I've had , I want to say I'm sorry for being distant, or causing drama, but I want you in my life friends. And just see, my intentions are good, but I have a hard time with words, so it may sound cruel at first, but I care for you a great deal, and only want the best, no matter what.
Well, this had been an emotional one, so I have to take a break. Next will be my drug problem with another substance, and drinking. Till next time my friends.