domingo, 30 de diciembre de 2007
The horns and thorns of life.
This town rink of pheromones after the clubs closes their doors. I just realized how much I hate this place. As I am standing in the balcony with a whiskey in one hand and a cigarette in the other. I could not sleep again and I still can’t find out why. Maybe I need to get out more, meet new women. Yeah, that always helps. So I put out the cigarette, and drink down the whiskey. Make myself some breakfast and have a shower. I come out clean, fresh, and ready to roll. Put on my jeans and my typical black t-shirt. Grab the keys, the wallet, and the silk cut box with my black Zippo lighter (I know smoking kills, but for Silk Cuts to kill you it takes some time). When I get in the elevator I bump into Emma (the girl that lives above me). We had a fling once but nothing more. She gave me this stone cold look that said if you go in it would be the last thing you do, so I decided to take the stairs. A thing I learned from this relationship is “Don’t Shit were you Eat”. One of the most important lessons of my life, self-taught.
viernes, 28 de diciembre de 2007
MERCYFUL FATE...
SO YESTERDAY I DECIDED THAT I WANTED TO GO VISIT A FRIEND THAT LIVED ON A TOWN NEXT TO MINE. SO I DID WHAT ANY NORMAL PERSON WOULD HAVE DONE: I TOOK A BUS (MY CAR HAS BEEN IN A SHIT HOLE CALLED THE MECHANIC FOR THE PAST FEW MONTHS BECAUSE SOME BASTARD DECIDED TO CRASH MY CAR WHILE I WAS DRIVING, THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS NEVER FINISH UP THE JOB, THE MECHANIC NOT THE CRAZY DRIVER) SO THE BUS YEAH WHAT DID THAT SHITY OLD THING DO, TURNS OUT THEIR WAS A LEAK ON THE ENGINE AND IT STARTED LOSING OIL. SO HALF WAY THERE THE BUSDRIVER STOPPED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD AND WE ALL (PASSENGERS) WERE LIKE WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED, I FOR ONE SENSED SOME SMOKE QUICKLY GOT OFF..EVERYONE WAS LIKE I GOT TO GET THERE ON TIME I GOT BUSINESS THERE BLAH BLAH BLAH I JUST PUT ON ACDC ON MY FUKING IPOD AND TRIED TO READ LIPS TO SEE HOW LONG I HAD TO WAIT. THEY FIRST TOLD US IT WAS ABOUT AN HOUR, YEAH RIGHT FUCKING BULLSHIT THATS WHAT IT WAS..I WAITED 2 HOURS AND A HALF LISTENING TO MY FREAKING IPOD UNTIL ANOTHER BUS CAME A SMALLER ONE WHICH DIDNT HAVE A BATHROOM. SO WHEN THEY WERE EXCHANGING THE LUGGAGE FROM ONE TO THE OTHER I TELL THE "SMALL BUS" DRIVER THAT I WILL GO TO THE "BIG BUS'S BATHROOM" HE SAYS YEAH SURE GO RIGHT AHEAD..
SO I GO IN AND PII SO FAST AND WHILE I WAS PIING I KEPT THINKING SHIT THEY ARE SO GOING TO LEAVE Y HURLED OUT OF THE BATHROOM HURRIED BACK OUT AND THE "SMALL BUS" WAS JUST TAKING OFF.. THANK GOD THE OTHER FAT DRIVER SAW ME AND TAPPED ON THE BACK OF BUS BEFORE IT TOOK OFF.. AS I GET IN THE BUS I TELL THE DRIVER I TOLD YOU I WAS GOING TO THE BATHROOM ASSHOLE AND HE SAID SHIT MAN I FORGOT AND WAS LIKE IT WAS TO MINUTES AGO FUCKING SHIT... SO YEAH A FUCKING MERCYFUL FATE..RIGHT?
SO I GO IN AND PII SO FAST AND WHILE I WAS PIING I KEPT THINKING SHIT THEY ARE SO GOING TO LEAVE Y HURLED OUT OF THE BATHROOM HURRIED BACK OUT AND THE "SMALL BUS" WAS JUST TAKING OFF.. THANK GOD THE OTHER FAT DRIVER SAW ME AND TAPPED ON THE BACK OF BUS BEFORE IT TOOK OFF.. AS I GET IN THE BUS I TELL THE DRIVER I TOLD YOU I WAS GOING TO THE BATHROOM ASSHOLE AND HE SAID SHIT MAN I FORGOT AND WAS LIKE IT WAS TO MINUTES AGO FUCKING SHIT... SO YEAH A FUCKING MERCYFUL FATE..RIGHT?
jueves, 27 de diciembre de 2007
SAD BUT TRUE..!
WITH EVERY PASSING YEAR I FEEL LESS HAPPY AROUND CHRISTMAS TIME... IT'S A MATTER OF GENERATION. IN MY FAMILY THERE ARE NO KIDS ANYMORE EVERYONE GREW UP (SHIT I KNOW). SO THE MAGIC OF CHRISTMAS OR WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT TO CALL IT IS GONE... IN MY FUCKING HOUSE THERE ISNT EVEN A CHRISTMAS TREE. SO I FOR ONE THINK THAT CHRISTMAS IS OVERRATED BUT MAYBE THATS JUST ME (WHEN YOU GET OLDER SHIT HAPPENS) AND BY THE WAY I HATE THE PEOPLE THAT FEEL LIKE DECORATING THEIR WHOLE HOUSES WITH THIS SHIT AND MAKE SANTA SHAPED COOKIES THEY ARE BLINDED THEY CANT SEE THAT ITS JUST AN EXCUSE SO THAT STORES CAN SELL MORE SHIT...OH AND IF NOBODY READS WHAT I WRITE ILL BE SO PISSED OFF! BY THE WAY THIS WHISKY'S GOOD...
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