Sep 13, 2005 02:19
When death is present..when you are afraid, that is when all of a sudden "god" comes out of your lips, when you beg, when you hope..hope for him to be merciful and spare you your life..this time. When you happen to say sorry more than once for forgetting about him..and when you realize..why should he spare my life?
Shit.
I thought for sure I wasn't going to make it on Saturday. I was driving in the middle of that fucking tornado. Lighting was striking all around me, I couldn't see where I was going. That was some crazy shit. I felt so small, so vulnerable. A little doll in a little toy car. I did make it. I was god the day before in this game there..I tossed little people around, drowned one that didn't believe in me..I thought he deserved to die, who the fuck did he think he was to question me?..ironic.
This whole weekend I was pretty much drunk, so I can't really say what happend.
Today I'm going to happy hour..in honor of me. Thats pretty damn cool. It's my last week training in Coconut Grove, so we are all going to Monty's and have some drinks. I shall get fucked up and have a blast. I really do need to stop intaking all these substances, I know it's fucking me up..but damn..It's so hard staying sober for too long.
Anyways theres this party on Saturday..OPEN BAR..so yeah. I can't really avoid it.