Waiting for God Himself to punch me in the face
Drama, drama, drama, blah, blah, blah, stupid fucking people..... this is my life. Friends fighting amongst themselves, expecting me to choose a side. Hours cut back at work again. My father who aren't in heaven tells me i'm useless. Friend dying of lung cancer because of his mother's crack-whorish way of raising..... dumb bitch. Club sucked ass S@turd@y, except for 3 points. First Zack Gowan, ex-pro wrestler for the WWE, who i happen to know, not well, just hung out a couple of times, asks me to "spot" him a drink. I go to the bar and sneek away as i hear him order a Jack & Coke and a Long Island. He tells her to put it on his tab. Bullshit!!! It was funny as hell though. Derich and I had a good laugh at it. Saw Jessie, not Poopy even though he shoulda been there, but Sal's super hot woman. As Abobspazma Berzerk and i left the club early because it was dead (no pun intended), Drew, Ed, and Nita show up. God i've missed those guys. If any of you read this, I hope your face is ok Nita :^P These are the only things that kept me sane that night. If life is like a box of chocolates, mine would be melted, stepped on, and covered in dog shit right now. Lovely huh? Maybe i'll step out of my driveway, get hit by Bill Gates driving a car, and then my family will be rich.
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