Jack's saga part II
So the reason I am writing all this: This weekend was one of the best weekends I have had in a LONG time. I went back home to Houston this weekend. Friday night I went to a party that Kevin was having at his new pad, which by the way is so rad and such a bachelor pad. Going there brought back alot of good memories about that complex because I used to live there too. I also saw so many people that I never thought I'd ever see again after I graduated high school, which was awesome. And you know the kinda weird thing is is that I had alot of fun and didn't really even drink that much. I think I had maybe 2 beers. Then the next day, saturday, I went to Jeremy's pad and hung out with him a while and also watched him get digital cable hooked up. Damn I need to get that. That shit is so bad ass. Then that night we went to his parents house and ate dinner, (I guess that's what you would call it, right Adrian?) although it was nothing more than a shitload of finger foods. Went back to Jeremy's pad( which is fucking sweet; nice going Jeremy)and watched SNL. I heard the funniest joke on there. "Hey, I'm selling CD's and tapes...which one do you want a CD or a tape?"...(you say a CD) ..."well CDs nuts in your face." I almost fell off the chair laughing so hard hearing that. Then the guy goes, "I'm afraid what you would say if I asked for a tape." "Well, TAPE these nuts on the back of your head!" Fucking hilarious. I crashed on the couch there for the night. Then woke up the next day and went back over Jeremy's parents' house and hung there for a while. It was really cool just sitting on the back porch chilling out. I talked to Jeremy's mom for a bit and in talking to her I started to get really bummed out. It hit my like a brick to the head. Why did I ever move to the shithole they call Corpus. The only reason I could justify it with is SOME fucking false hope of playing in a FUCKING band. I went through all the ups and downs of the band all as just somewhat of a friend. Don't get me wrong, they were a great band and wouldn't have traded the experiences I went through with them, for example, going on tour which was fucking awesome and something I will never forget. Also I got their logo tattooed on my arm because I went through ALOT of shit with them and because of them. But why I ask myself, after this weekends happenings ? All for some stupid-ass, false hope of MAYBE, just maybe, getting a chance to join them and play my guitar with them. I'm writing this because I am fucking screaming my ass off, "I can't fucking stand this place and everything about this place anymore! I caused and put myself through so much hell this passed year that I just can't take it anymore." I want just want to get in my truck with nothing more than my clothes and my music and get as far away from this place as possible. But the only thing that's keeping me here is a fucking shit-ass apartment lease with MY fucking signature on it saying I would stay here until August 15th. By going to Houston this weekend I have learned that I had it made in Houston. I had everything I ever wanted there. I had a nice place to live, awesome friends(thanks Jeremy and your family, Kevin, Chris, Bucky, John, Paul, Adrian, and too many more to name I can't name them all.) Why did I ever leave and go and fuck myself up like I did. I miss Houston SO much. Thank you to all my friends in Houston for showing me that I should have never left. I'll be home again August 15th. Only four more months of hell. I can do this. Please somebody come and visit me in these last four months here. I will pay for all your expenses, gas, food, and fun for whoever comes and vistis, PLEASE come visit somebody. Once again thank you Houston.