The Greatest Journey is the One That Brings You Home
so my last entry was all about my apprehensions of going to Michigan for the NASCAR race with my family. well my preminitions turned out to be true. i'll admit, it was better than expected, but it's still the dumbest thing i've ever seen in my life. maybe if the races weren't 100+ laps, i could get into, but fuck that. i had fun being with my family and stuff, ya know, it's not like i hated being there with them. but i wanted nothing to do with NASCAR. but no matter what, my brothers dragged me into NASCAR shit. gay as hell. plus all the walking around. i know it sounds lazy, but if i'm not into it, i don't wanna do it. and don't even get me started with all the fucking rednecks. oh my god. i have nothing against rednecks, but jesus christ, they're some of the most annoying people on earth!
well on to the real part of the story. so i was just real tense the entire time. i really just did not wanna be so far from home at this point in time. and i told everyone there, i don't really like NASCAR and i don't really wanna be here. everyone kept bitching at me about being with family, and just have a good time. well fuck off, i love being with my family, but not in an uncomfortable situation like this one, and i can't have a good time if i don't have anything i like around (other than my family, cock stains). but i dealt with it the best that i could, and i did have fun being with my family. however, the overall atmosphere just drove me insane. everyone knows i like a good party, but not 24/7. there were people there that were piss drunk THE ENTIRE FUCKING TIME. that's just a waste. i can't deal with that. that's the kind of people that drink that drive me nuts.
well sunday morning rolls around, i was drinking the night before, woke up way to early, and everyone wanted me to do everything. anytime i got a chance to sit down, some one came around and was like "hey matt, go do this". and that was just pissing me off. then the real clincher was when i got up to go to the store with my sister, i smashed my head off of something, i don't really remember. now you have to realize, i have this thing about hitting my head. it's gotta be my biggest pet-peeve, because i just go insane. well, i got pretty pissed here, and i flipped out on my sister and i told her to take me to the bus station (i planned ahead :-D) and she got all pissy about it and wouldn't take me. well i was over the edge, nothing was getting in my way at this point. so i gathered up all my things in my one bag, asked one last time if some one would really take me to the bus station, and they got in my face about it. so i just left. my asshole brother-in-law told me to have a nice trip. fuck them, if they weren't gonna help me, i'd do it on my own.
now the fun begins
when i talked to the lady at the camp store, she told me the bus station was only like a mile away or something. so i got the directions, and started walking. well about 2 miles down the highway, i decided to stop and ask a side vendor where i was going. and he was like "...yeah, the nearest washington st. (where the bus depot was at) is like 20 miles away" well luckily this guy was awesome and he helped me find a taxi and all that good stuff to get up there. the taxi was fucking $100 because of the race, but the guy had fucking wal-mart spinners on his cab! you can believe me or not, he fucking had them. and that makes him awesome. but he was real cool, and he even took me to the bus station for no charge (the trip was only supposed to be to the taxi station) so he's cool. his name was bill.
so i get to the station, and some guy helps me find the 800 number to get my ticket, cause wouldn't you know it, the terminal was closed. so i got that all situated and just had to wait for my bus to show up. so i killed the time by calling everyone and telling them my story. just about everyone was amazed, and didn't doubt i was pulling this off. and about 10 minutes before my bus came, A MOTHER FUCKING PIMP!!!! rolls up in a busted ass caddy, he steps out in a full purple polyester suit, purple leather shoes, and a white pimp hat. i was on the phone with my buddy eimers and i looked over and saw him and was like "...OOO!!!! eimers... holy shit... (whisper) dude there's a fucking pimp here!!!" oh my god, it was amazing, and he seriously looked like a real life A Pimp Named Slickback (you don't know who that is, find out)
so my bus finally came, and my journey home officially began. i dunno what it was, but driving around on the bus was just amazing. going in and out of little towns, big citys, it was just amazing. i saw a crazy black guy dancing in a field, i saw like swahili priests (i don't know the name of the religion off hand). just the overall feeling of knowing i was making it home was amazing, and the sites were just fueling my high. like this felt so good, that unless there's a ridiculously good circumstance, i'm giving up pot.
you wanna know what it's like to be alive? fucking go off, have no clue where you're going, get there, and when you're on your way back home... that's when you know you're alive. and when you're watching the highway signs saying you're just 10 miles away from home, you let those fucking tears come. this was by far the greatest thing i've ever done with my life, and i don't regret a minute of it. my family will probably be pissed at me for awhile. but i don't care. if they really cared about my like family should, they would've realized i was miserable and helped me out. i may not have went around the situation the best possible way, but i did what i could. and i made it home.
well on to the real part of the story. so i was just real tense the entire time. i really just did not wanna be so far from home at this point in time. and i told everyone there, i don't really like NASCAR and i don't really wanna be here. everyone kept bitching at me about being with family, and just have a good time. well fuck off, i love being with my family, but not in an uncomfortable situation like this one, and i can't have a good time if i don't have anything i like around (other than my family, cock stains). but i dealt with it the best that i could, and i did have fun being with my family. however, the overall atmosphere just drove me insane. everyone knows i like a good party, but not 24/7. there were people there that were piss drunk THE ENTIRE FUCKING TIME. that's just a waste. i can't deal with that. that's the kind of people that drink that drive me nuts.
well sunday morning rolls around, i was drinking the night before, woke up way to early, and everyone wanted me to do everything. anytime i got a chance to sit down, some one came around and was like "hey matt, go do this". and that was just pissing me off. then the real clincher was when i got up to go to the store with my sister, i smashed my head off of something, i don't really remember. now you have to realize, i have this thing about hitting my head. it's gotta be my biggest pet-peeve, because i just go insane. well, i got pretty pissed here, and i flipped out on my sister and i told her to take me to the bus station (i planned ahead :-D) and she got all pissy about it and wouldn't take me. well i was over the edge, nothing was getting in my way at this point. so i gathered up all my things in my one bag, asked one last time if some one would really take me to the bus station, and they got in my face about it. so i just left. my asshole brother-in-law told me to have a nice trip. fuck them, if they weren't gonna help me, i'd do it on my own.
now the fun begins
when i talked to the lady at the camp store, she told me the bus station was only like a mile away or something. so i got the directions, and started walking. well about 2 miles down the highway, i decided to stop and ask a side vendor where i was going. and he was like "...yeah, the nearest washington st. (where the bus depot was at) is like 20 miles away" well luckily this guy was awesome and he helped me find a taxi and all that good stuff to get up there. the taxi was fucking $100 because of the race, but the guy had fucking wal-mart spinners on his cab! you can believe me or not, he fucking had them. and that makes him awesome. but he was real cool, and he even took me to the bus station for no charge (the trip was only supposed to be to the taxi station) so he's cool. his name was bill.
so i get to the station, and some guy helps me find the 800 number to get my ticket, cause wouldn't you know it, the terminal was closed. so i got that all situated and just had to wait for my bus to show up. so i killed the time by calling everyone and telling them my story. just about everyone was amazed, and didn't doubt i was pulling this off. and about 10 minutes before my bus came, A MOTHER FUCKING PIMP!!!! rolls up in a busted ass caddy, he steps out in a full purple polyester suit, purple leather shoes, and a white pimp hat. i was on the phone with my buddy eimers and i looked over and saw him and was like "...OOO!!!! eimers... holy shit... (whisper) dude there's a fucking pimp here!!!" oh my god, it was amazing, and he seriously looked like a real life A Pimp Named Slickback (you don't know who that is, find out)
so my bus finally came, and my journey home officially began. i dunno what it was, but driving around on the bus was just amazing. going in and out of little towns, big citys, it was just amazing. i saw a crazy black guy dancing in a field, i saw like swahili priests (i don't know the name of the religion off hand). just the overall feeling of knowing i was making it home was amazing, and the sites were just fueling my high. like this felt so good, that unless there's a ridiculously good circumstance, i'm giving up pot.
you wanna know what it's like to be alive? fucking go off, have no clue where you're going, get there, and when you're on your way back home... that's when you know you're alive. and when you're watching the highway signs saying you're just 10 miles away from home, you let those fucking tears come. this was by far the greatest thing i've ever done with my life, and i don't regret a minute of it. my family will probably be pissed at me for awhile. but i don't care. if they really cared about my like family should, they would've realized i was miserable and helped me out. i may not have went around the situation the best possible way, but i did what i could. and i made it home.