Take another shot of courage.

[theredbamboo]

Hey everyone. I'm reaaaally drunk again. You know what that means... time to be honest and blunt... because I'm too drunk to...to...to...umm... oh yea... too drunk to hide the truth behind metaphors. *feels tired* I'll delete this post prolly in the morning... this is for those avid readers who wake up... and then read my posts. I wouldn't be anywhere without my fans... what? Oh yea... where was I... truth.... ahh well today... I woke up at my parents house to a cup of coffee and cap't crunch and my mother hands me a locket inscribed with celtic decor and I tell her to write a prayer for me and she writes "Keep me safe and happy" Words I hold over my heart. It's exactly... what I would have wrote. Then I went to church to learn how to paint from this cool old lady. Turns out classes are over... I missed the memo. I go back home... take moms car out for a random ride. Then begins my quest for sunflowers... don't ask me why just intuition. I got to three places none have it so I pull over to ask for directions to yet another florist when I realize I'm parked in front of a pretty well renound Florist. I walk inside and tel the lady of my good luck... she tells me they have sunflowers and that it's miraculous I parked outside cause not 10 minutes earlier it had all been blocked up. She said they must have opened it just for me. I go to the hospital.. I'm looking for Albert Sanchez... Sorry try the ER.... Sorry wrong hospital... Drive some more sister calls... she's singing at a Threshers game? I'm gonna go build a porch in the mountains in a week? Ok, *hangs up* Driving. "Hi, looking for Albert Sanchez." *wearing red overalls and a bra and holding tightly to her precious sunflowers. I see Albert and hug him forever and then talk for another 4 eternitys about God, about evolution, about people, about ruling the world. times up. Gotta go. Drive home and shower was supposed to hang with Mandie and/or Nathan. But Mandie has stuff to sort out and Nathan wasn't getting in till about *looks at the clock* now.. and So he said we'd go to the beach tomorrow. Ok. Sit down, What to do? *knock on the door* Solicitors? Nope! Uncle Mike and Aunt Vicki... well kinda.. and dogs... come to dinner.... buisness to discuss. Dogs... Pools....websites...paintings...Ozzfest? YES! Onward... few beers later... ok lets open the champagne... it's Uncle Dave's borthday... then we're gonna go get Lobster Ravioli... Time passes... too late for fancy fancy drive around and we say fuck lobster.. lets get dominos and split... Jump in the Jag and Me Vicki n Mike head to Ringside Cafe... Stormbringer is playing... amazing music... classic Rock... *a few long islands later*... old hippies dance. Behemian Rhapsody... YES! *dances wildly* "Hey that bitch carded me! Lets give em' the Ringer!" Vicki gets the Jag and me and Mike feign pay and run out on the bill. Laughter.. Happiness... Computer... I am.. very drunk. Tip: long islands always bring out the truth in me... but I might hate you in the morning. Bastards... I'm angry... no I'm not. Fuck it. I have to urinate profusely. Mountain boy is back.. HE didn't die... yay. I'm a bad person. I think I sell my company for money... is that bad? I need some anal retentive bitch in my life... to tell me right from wrong cause to me it's all right and left and whether there's a wrong way jest depend on where you're going... sweetheart.

North Clearwater Beach tomorrow around 11 or 12 or sumthin. Call me... lets go.

Good morning America how are you? Don't you know me? I'm your native son...