Been awhile. Update for anyone that cares:
-Went to San Jose. Saw my gorgeous god-daughter ( She's gonna knock those boys dead in about 15 years), went bar-hopping in an actual ' city' for the first time in 10 months. To be honest, the night could have totally sucked, and I would have cared less. With all the shit that's finding it's way to me lately, I haven't smiled os big in almost a year.
It's good to go home , to where people that love you still do... I really needed that motivation, just to keep myself storng, and to reassure myself that I am the way I am, for a reason.
--- I've been such an outcast in this hillbilly fuck town, I wondered why I went to 4 different bars in San Jose and half the fucking city knew me. Literally.. You'd think that there were fucking flyers posted all over the city that I was in town.
Stayed at my friend Santiago's new apartment, directly across a parking lot from the Shark Tank. After the bars, there were about 6 of us, taking bong rips from all of his paraphenelia( 5 foot purple bong, included). We were so shitty, the cops came to complain about the noise...
Get this- The cop peeks his head in the door while I'm holding the 5-footer, half-loaded. All he says is ' Nice bong. what is that, an 8 footer"? WHAT THE FUCK?! SAN JOSE COPS, THE BIGGEST DICKHEADS ON THE PLANET, AND ALL THEY SAY IS 'NICE BONG"?! We got fuckin' lucky, that's for damn sure.
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Back home news:
- I've quit smoking cigarettes, quit drinking ( temporarily), all in an attempt to get back to where I was before: In shape.
It's a pain in the ass, but it'll be worth it, in the long run.
- I'm stuck in the middle of a situation where I was a dickhead to a friend of mine, but at the same time, they pushed me where they knew I should never be pushed. Fucking head games blow, anyone who knows me knows I fucking hate them with a passion, let alone the game where I'm accused of fucking around like I'm some sort of whore. I guess it all boils down to ' If this person really knew me, they wouldn't have any fucking doubts". Looks like I was wrong.
- Received a few phone calls from friends who heard I was bummin' out. Erin * Hayes, Billy ( Serpico, from Vertigo Lounge in ATL) Kohan, and my crackhead buddy Jeniene. Can't thank them enough for lookin' out for me.
- I still have no clue what the song is during the closing credits from Revenge of the Nerds. It's an actual song, to the beat of their concert song. Gotta e-mail the movie company, or something.
- I'm lonely again, out here in this shithole called Manteca. But the fire that once burned inside me has been rekindled, thanks to a refreshing visit to my old stomping grounds.
- To all of my friends, thanks for your support. I'm probably going to need a little push to keep me going once in awhile, so feel free to give me a little kick in the ass...At least, until May 8th.
Until later....
Stay black.
It's good to go home , to where people that love you still do... I really needed that motivation, just to keep myself storng, and to reassure myself that I am the way I am, for a reason.
--- I've been such an outcast in this hillbilly fuck town, I wondered why I went to 4 different bars in San Jose and half the fucking city knew me. Literally.. You'd think that there were fucking flyers posted all over the city that I was in town.
Stayed at my friend Santiago's new apartment, directly across a parking lot from the Shark Tank. After the bars, there were about 6 of us, taking bong rips from all of his paraphenelia( 5 foot purple bong, included). We were so shitty, the cops came to complain about the noise...
Get this- The cop peeks his head in the door while I'm holding the 5-footer, half-loaded. All he says is ' Nice bong. what is that, an 8 footer"? WHAT THE FUCK?! SAN JOSE COPS, THE BIGGEST DICKHEADS ON THE PLANET, AND ALL THEY SAY IS 'NICE BONG"?! We got fuckin' lucky, that's for damn sure.
______________________
Back home news:
- I've quit smoking cigarettes, quit drinking ( temporarily), all in an attempt to get back to where I was before: In shape.
It's a pain in the ass, but it'll be worth it, in the long run.
- I'm stuck in the middle of a situation where I was a dickhead to a friend of mine, but at the same time, they pushed me where they knew I should never be pushed. Fucking head games blow, anyone who knows me knows I fucking hate them with a passion, let alone the game where I'm accused of fucking around like I'm some sort of whore. I guess it all boils down to ' If this person really knew me, they wouldn't have any fucking doubts". Looks like I was wrong.
- Received a few phone calls from friends who heard I was bummin' out. Erin * Hayes, Billy ( Serpico, from Vertigo Lounge in ATL) Kohan, and my crackhead buddy Jeniene. Can't thank them enough for lookin' out for me.
- I still have no clue what the song is during the closing credits from Revenge of the Nerds. It's an actual song, to the beat of their concert song. Gotta e-mail the movie company, or something.
- I'm lonely again, out here in this shithole called Manteca. But the fire that once burned inside me has been rekindled, thanks to a refreshing visit to my old stomping grounds.
- To all of my friends, thanks for your support. I'm probably going to need a little push to keep me going once in awhile, so feel free to give me a little kick in the ass...At least, until May 8th.
Until later....
Stay black.