Werd up! My head has not been in a good place the last few weeks. I am not where I want to be, and the situation i'm in feels like a damn prision. Hopefully, with all willing, this will be over by next week and i'll actually have some gnatly news to share. On top of that, I have to move by like August 10th (which screws me out of going to Florida). Move to where you ask? Well, not sure yet, but I have to be out of this hellhole by then. Maybe to Pinckney, maybe Harlem, maybe Compton, shit maybe another part of Grand Rapids (lol), who knows. It better be figured out by next weekend though or I am going to be moving to jail instead of a house.
So my brother and Teri are going to be graduating in a couple weeks, which (see above) I will not be able to head down to see, which sucks. I will be seeing them for awhile at my Dad's though which will be cool since they are off to La La land soon thereafter. At least now when I head to Vegas i'll have family less than 3 hours away. Congrats to them.
Ahhhh, well back to my tails after a month break. So Tara and I somehow meet and start dating, if you call it that. Well, whatever it was it was really cool for awhile. We hung out a lot and really got along well (in the beginning, i cant go too fast with this crap because these things because this relationship is too funny) and everything seemed to be working out on a good basis. I worked for Autozone at the time and still did live at my Mom's until around July. We had always hung out over at Shawn Moore's apt. and Gabe's apt. This usually was the case because I was only 20 at the time and we could actually drink between those places.
The first time we ever really did anything "as a couple" was try to head off to Tawas for a night. Now, me being me, I figured that it would be a good chance to "get away" and really see if I could stand longer than 3 hours with her and not get pissed. Good testing grounds also. So, that day I had Paul from work go buy some beer, Tara told her Mom (who I hadn't met yet) she was staying at a friends house and off we went. This seemed like the perfect plan, you know, hotel room, booze, and innocent little couple headed secretly to nowhere...hahaha. Well, it wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Nothing exciting happened unfortunately, but i did realize I could stand her more than a few hours.
See all the exciting, punishing, crazy, arguing, insane bullshit happens later into the relationship, which I will cover over the next little while. It probably will actually cheer me up a bit because how anyone survived those times is still beyond me.
Okay, so i'll be jumping ahead, but I have to cover meeting her parents and all. at first I was always the "dude who pulled up in his car and left" guy. I never went into the house or even got out of the car for the first couple of months. So finally one day I decide to go meet them. I get greeted by her mom with the, "So you're the one who's been dating my daughter." Bitch please, seriously, get over yourself. This "mom" didn't honestly give two shits about who or where her daughter was running off with/to each night, now all of a sudden, she cares. That started off great, then I meet her dad, who actually was a really laid back nice guy. He is about 10 years older than her mom, and I soon found out why he was so chill...he had a damn pot farm in the basement of the house. (Now some may wonder why I'm putting this here in virtual ink. I am because it's a damn truth. Whoever doesn't like it can get ahold of me and file complaint, and maybe for secrets sake, i'll do something, or maybe i'll just turn them around, slap their ass, and say "off you go.") Anywho, that is why, and I still can't figure how he could be so laid back, yet her mom, who smoked just as much was always on the warpath. Weird. I do remember that Christmas buying her a 24 pack of Milwaukee's Best and wrapping it up with a card that said, "If I had your kids, i'd be drinking too!" haha, funny cause I chose to date one of them.
This is actually making me feel a bit better...can't wait to pick it up with the good stuff tomorrow. Starting with moving out of my Mom's. That is honestly when it all started to go DOWN HILL. Like plllllllooooooop (splash).
Headed to see the Tigers on Friday. Woot Woot!!
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Living well is the best revenge
Wow, has it been like two weeks since I wrote. Jeez, I haven't gone two weeks without something in a long time. What a crazy two weeks though. Polish festival, 4th of July, Michael Jackson dying, work being fucktards, a spiked nail through my foot, and other goddamned nonsense that is pretty dumb. Let's roll with it.
Michael Jackson's funeral today looked pretty normal compared to what the news was saying. I imagined a full blown Watts Riot or Rodney King style beating about to happen and be live on tv, but really it looked like a normal memorial. Thank goodness my brother and Teri got out of L.A. before that airport exorcism took place. My brother needs about 5 years of smooth sailing at airport after what happened the day before my Grandpa's funeral.
The polish festival was pretty sweet and I had a good time considering we split around 1030ish. Seeing a few people and catching up was cool, but I definitely need more time with these folks. Maybe next year i'll stay all night and get crazy trashed like the old days. Well, seeing as next year it'll be a much further journey than just 2 hours to get to Bay City for the festival, i'll probably need it pretty bad.
the 4thof July fireworks were pretty tight. I really took them for granted when I lived there and watched them every year, but when you see others and then come back to see those ones, you are blown away. They really are the best around, and the festival was pretty cool too...minus the (how do you say it) donkey riff-raff hoodrat hillrod's walking around. I mean, come on people. The carnival looked like every wanker from every sewer in the tri-state area emptied out and said, let Bay City take care of you today. Now, i'm all for everyone living life how anyone wants, it is your life after all, but when you've got a row of six, hood rat homegirls, each 8 months pregnant with there newest way to get another $9,000 from the government, and they've each got 2 other kids (all under 5 years old) already tagging behind, and no one is sight who even remotely looks like a father-figure...and multiply that by 89...well, you've got the carnival.
I am sooooooo glad that my friends and the people I care about have not gone down that path. Now, by no means am I saying everyone I/we know is making 100 grand a year and rolling with perfect kids and lives, but I do say everyone is doing good! Not pumping out kids because they are too lazy to get a job and just want free money.
I've got experience in this. I single-handedly heard over 100 times while working in Saginaw for 4 years how the "system" works, and still wonder why I didn't just start having kids at 17. Call me naive, but doesn't knocking up a bunch of girls, getting free money, buying rims for my car, chillin on the corner all night, sleeping in til 3pm everyday, getting high and drinking all day, and then not having any responsibility for those action sound good?!?!? Fuck yeah it does, but I guess my and our parents just taught us better than that.
I don't know, I really couldn't have done that shit and acted that way if I wanted to. Honestly, my brain wouldn't have allowed me to do it. It would literally be hard work for me to "fuck off". I guess my best advice to everyone who has passed that age and now notices every little nuance of these festivals is that remember how you are doing now, and how bad it could be or could've been. Everyday no matter how shitty getting up and going to work is, regardless of what youre doing, at least you are doing something and trying to get somewhere. Even if you don't no where that place is, you're headed somewhere, and eventually it'll all work out. Not one of those forementioned dipshits has any clue of the future, or of how when all those little neglected kids turn 18 and split, and all your checks stop coming cause the government runs out of money, well, they'll all be sitting around with nothing, when you'll be around living pretty damn well because of all those days you didn't feel like getting out of bed, but you did anyway. It might seem shitty now (believe me, i know) but in 5-10 years, when that shit sneaks up on you, you'll be doing fine, laughing at how you though you'd never get through those hellhole jobs, but you did, and you'll be talking how I am now.
Ahhhhhhh, i'm sorry about rants, but i've got too much on my plate that pisses me off, and no release. I miss too many people and am too far away to do anything about it. I need like a month's vacation to see everyone and talk about stuff. I will always help anyone with anything, all they have to do is ask!!! Silence doesn't help anyone, that's why I talk so damned much.
Well, back to Eddie & the Cruisers...i wish I lived in the 50's (i wish everyday of my fn life)
Michael Jackson's funeral today looked pretty normal compared to what the news was saying. I imagined a full blown Watts Riot or Rodney King style beating about to happen and be live on tv, but really it looked like a normal memorial. Thank goodness my brother and Teri got out of L.A. before that airport exorcism took place. My brother needs about 5 years of smooth sailing at airport after what happened the day before my Grandpa's funeral.
The polish festival was pretty sweet and I had a good time considering we split around 1030ish. Seeing a few people and catching up was cool, but I definitely need more time with these folks. Maybe next year i'll stay all night and get crazy trashed like the old days. Well, seeing as next year it'll be a much further journey than just 2 hours to get to Bay City for the festival, i'll probably need it pretty bad.
the 4thof July fireworks were pretty tight. I really took them for granted when I lived there and watched them every year, but when you see others and then come back to see those ones, you are blown away. They really are the best around, and the festival was pretty cool too...minus the (how do you say it) donkey riff-raff hoodrat hillrod's walking around. I mean, come on people. The carnival looked like every wanker from every sewer in the tri-state area emptied out and said, let Bay City take care of you today. Now, i'm all for everyone living life how anyone wants, it is your life after all, but when you've got a row of six, hood rat homegirls, each 8 months pregnant with there newest way to get another $9,000 from the government, and they've each got 2 other kids (all under 5 years old) already tagging behind, and no one is sight who even remotely looks like a father-figure...and multiply that by 89...well, you've got the carnival.
I am sooooooo glad that my friends and the people I care about have not gone down that path. Now, by no means am I saying everyone I/we know is making 100 grand a year and rolling with perfect kids and lives, but I do say everyone is doing good! Not pumping out kids because they are too lazy to get a job and just want free money.
I've got experience in this. I single-handedly heard over 100 times while working in Saginaw for 4 years how the "system" works, and still wonder why I didn't just start having kids at 17. Call me naive, but doesn't knocking up a bunch of girls, getting free money, buying rims for my car, chillin on the corner all night, sleeping in til 3pm everyday, getting high and drinking all day, and then not having any responsibility for those action sound good?!?!? Fuck yeah it does, but I guess my and our parents just taught us better than that.
I don't know, I really couldn't have done that shit and acted that way if I wanted to. Honestly, my brain wouldn't have allowed me to do it. It would literally be hard work for me to "fuck off". I guess my best advice to everyone who has passed that age and now notices every little nuance of these festivals is that remember how you are doing now, and how bad it could be or could've been. Everyday no matter how shitty getting up and going to work is, regardless of what youre doing, at least you are doing something and trying to get somewhere. Even if you don't no where that place is, you're headed somewhere, and eventually it'll all work out. Not one of those forementioned dipshits has any clue of the future, or of how when all those little neglected kids turn 18 and split, and all your checks stop coming cause the government runs out of money, well, they'll all be sitting around with nothing, when you'll be around living pretty damn well because of all those days you didn't feel like getting out of bed, but you did anyway. It might seem shitty now (believe me, i know) but in 5-10 years, when that shit sneaks up on you, you'll be doing fine, laughing at how you though you'd never get through those hellhole jobs, but you did, and you'll be talking how I am now.
Ahhhhhhh, i'm sorry about rants, but i've got too much on my plate that pisses me off, and no release. I miss too many people and am too far away to do anything about it. I need like a month's vacation to see everyone and talk about stuff. I will always help anyone with anything, all they have to do is ask!!! Silence doesn't help anyone, that's why I talk so damned much.
Well, back to Eddie & the Cruisers...i wish I lived in the 50's (i wish everyday of my fn life)
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Polish festivus redux
It is so hot out today, but I will gladly deal with heat far, far, far more than I will the cold. Basically because of the conditions (driving, etc.) The heat doesn't cause you to slide all over the road, get stranded in your house with no food, or give you pneumonia. Again, welcome heat!!
So my lovely day of the best Polish Festlival begins with work until like 3pm. (BTW, we all lived at the house on 5th Street this summer) Then as Bill, Brad, Ryan Casteneda, Tom Slavens, and myself get ready to go, the night was beginning to have a weird but good feeling. Much like you knew it was going to be a good night. Ryan and I start drinking about 5pm and who knows why, playing chess while everyone else is getting ready. We show up at the festival and notice Shawn (haha) working security in the St. Stans parking lot. WTF? I was like, "Dude, get that crap uniform off and come drink!" Of course he didnt, but hey, I'm a good friend and think that if you're working for parking lot security, you need to just stop right then and take a damn good look at yourself.
Anyway, you all know how St. Stans is. Get booze, do a lap, get booze, do a lap, get booze, do a lap...all while talking to people you haven't seen in awhile and catching up. It really is a good time, which I enjoy very much. Well, around 1030 each of us except Bill is well beyond plastered. I'm talking to god knows who about god knows what, and it's one of the few time each year my family can see me out of my mind, and not be mad about the whole deal. So we start to leave to head to Midland St. On the way out we had about 4 girls tagging along to our "group" the entire night. We had no idea who they were, but hey, who am I to tell girls not to hang around us??? We are heading through the parking lot and I proceed to give it to Shawn about how if I dont see him at our house later that night, im gonna kick his ass. As we load into Bill's car, I get in back, as usual, and one of the random girls climb in with me. SCORE! haha, just kidding. I need to get some composure back before getting to Midland St. So, I decide to lay down and/or take a nap on the way over. I just put my head in this random girls lap and start talking about who knows what, but I do remember everyone laughing about whatever I was saying. Now instantly this girl thinks I have interest in her because of my head in her lap. (Tip for pickup moves all, just lay on whoever you like and it'll work itself out, well, probably)
We show up to The Pharmacy bar on Midland St. (This is when that bar was "THE PLACE") and Bill is about ready to kill me because of my drunken ramblings. We all show up and this place looks like the festival moved here. Wall to wall traffic, which I love by the way.We all order more beer, and these girls are unstoppable. Why a few of the dudes didn't like them hangin around, I still dont know, but whatever. I decide it would be a good idea to go dancing with everyone and do a flip off the little mini-window stage the have. So, yeah, I do a flip of the stage right onto Brad, knocking him back into some girl. This leads to her dumping her beer all over her friend, which leads to her friend dumping her beer purposely all over Brad (like it was his fault), yet he is so sweaty from this place, he seems to enjoy it, and then keeps dancing. Now, this place is bumping until about 2am. Once we leave, I start talking to people and forget about leaving with the dudes. All of a sudden another girls comes up to me outside and starts grabbing at me and "hugging" and stuff. Now, I havent seen this girl all night long, but hey, nothing wrong with some 2am affection right?
She decided to somehow figure out that Taco Bell was my weakness, probably because it was the only place open at the time, and asks if I want to get some food. Of course I say, off to her car. Now, I didnt know this but Bill saw me getting into her car, so he figured I was getting a ride home. So they all split for the house. In the 5 minutes it takes to get to Taco Bell, she is driving and trying to "rub my leg" the entire way. If you know me, you know I dont just let people, who's name I dont even know, start getting their way with me. (Maybe in retrospect, i shouldve not had this policy, haha) I just keep playing this like no big deal until I get my food. I did not want this girl knowing where I lived, so when she asked where to go, I said back to the bar, hoping my friends would still be outside there. We get back and I have her drive around the block a few times to see their car, which of course is not there. I say keep circling, because I had to build up the nerve of when to jump out of her moving car.
So yeah, we hit some stop sign and i book it! Heading for the hills! I just started running down Midland St towards the Liberty Bridge. She goes to pull up, to "trap" me and I bolt down to the base of the bridge, frantically calling Bill to come get me. As i'm running explaining where I am, he's laughing his ass off thinking I'm scared of some girl. Regardless, im under the Liberty Bridge, drunk, waiting for a car to come get me. They pull up and cannot believe what the hell i'm talking about, but say that they called a bunch of people and we're now partying at our house. We all pull up to the house, still locked like when we left. No one has arrived yet and all the lights are off, except the bathroom light...
We open the front door and look to see the light on, which no one left on. Now, all being drunk we're thinking some Pulp Fiction bathroom machine gun scene is gonna go down. We start talking quietly getting a bat from behind the couch and lining up to knock a home run with whomever head is coming out of there. The door open and out pops...Jenny. I swear she doesnt know how close she was to a concussion that second. I think it was Ryan that grabbed the end of the bat to make sure it wasn't swung. Evey one is yelling like, "How'd you get in?" and all that, and she answers, "Through the window." What??? hahaha, Jenny, you climbed through the damn window. Now everyone remembers we had a big porch, you couldve just waited 5 minutes.
So over the next 3 hours we keep drinking and talking to everyone over, and lighting more fireworks off of the lawn pissing the neighbors off, and then I went outside to talk to our friend Dana who was sitting on the lawn. Now I did like Dana for awhile, so I thought , Perfect! Outside talking Bill decides to start "working out" on the lawn at 4am doing push-ups and jumping off of random tree stumps or something, trying to look cool. As the night turned to morning, I remember laying back to look at the stars, then the next sound I hear is at 10am, and it's a damn lawn mower.
I asked Dana the next day why the hell she let me fall asleep 5 inches from the sidewalk. Her reply was, I went inside to go to your room, and you said you'll be upstairs in 5 minutes. Now, how is that for what I remember? Everything except what would've led to an excellent time. I swear, it's like my brain has selective guidance, and it is set for things that dont make normal sense. You should remember saying to a girl, i'll be in my room in 5 minutes, but you don't. Pfffff, anyway. I wake up 5 inches from the lawn, sunburn face and all and the damn neighbor with the mower is staring at me laughing.
It was a very good night. haha
So my lovely day of the best Polish Festlival begins with work until like 3pm. (BTW, we all lived at the house on 5th Street this summer) Then as Bill, Brad, Ryan Casteneda, Tom Slavens, and myself get ready to go, the night was beginning to have a weird but good feeling. Much like you knew it was going to be a good night. Ryan and I start drinking about 5pm and who knows why, playing chess while everyone else is getting ready. We show up at the festival and notice Shawn (haha) working security in the St. Stans parking lot. WTF? I was like, "Dude, get that crap uniform off and come drink!" Of course he didnt, but hey, I'm a good friend and think that if you're working for parking lot security, you need to just stop right then and take a damn good look at yourself.
Anyway, you all know how St. Stans is. Get booze, do a lap, get booze, do a lap, get booze, do a lap...all while talking to people you haven't seen in awhile and catching up. It really is a good time, which I enjoy very much. Well, around 1030 each of us except Bill is well beyond plastered. I'm talking to god knows who about god knows what, and it's one of the few time each year my family can see me out of my mind, and not be mad about the whole deal. So we start to leave to head to Midland St. On the way out we had about 4 girls tagging along to our "group" the entire night. We had no idea who they were, but hey, who am I to tell girls not to hang around us??? We are heading through the parking lot and I proceed to give it to Shawn about how if I dont see him at our house later that night, im gonna kick his ass. As we load into Bill's car, I get in back, as usual, and one of the random girls climb in with me. SCORE! haha, just kidding. I need to get some composure back before getting to Midland St. So, I decide to lay down and/or take a nap on the way over. I just put my head in this random girls lap and start talking about who knows what, but I do remember everyone laughing about whatever I was saying. Now instantly this girl thinks I have interest in her because of my head in her lap. (Tip for pickup moves all, just lay on whoever you like and it'll work itself out, well, probably)
We show up to The Pharmacy bar on Midland St. (This is when that bar was "THE PLACE") and Bill is about ready to kill me because of my drunken ramblings. We all show up and this place looks like the festival moved here. Wall to wall traffic, which I love by the way.We all order more beer, and these girls are unstoppable. Why a few of the dudes didn't like them hangin around, I still dont know, but whatever. I decide it would be a good idea to go dancing with everyone and do a flip off the little mini-window stage the have. So, yeah, I do a flip of the stage right onto Brad, knocking him back into some girl. This leads to her dumping her beer all over her friend, which leads to her friend dumping her beer purposely all over Brad (like it was his fault), yet he is so sweaty from this place, he seems to enjoy it, and then keeps dancing. Now, this place is bumping until about 2am. Once we leave, I start talking to people and forget about leaving with the dudes. All of a sudden another girls comes up to me outside and starts grabbing at me and "hugging" and stuff. Now, I havent seen this girl all night long, but hey, nothing wrong with some 2am affection right?
She decided to somehow figure out that Taco Bell was my weakness, probably because it was the only place open at the time, and asks if I want to get some food. Of course I say, off to her car. Now, I didnt know this but Bill saw me getting into her car, so he figured I was getting a ride home. So they all split for the house. In the 5 minutes it takes to get to Taco Bell, she is driving and trying to "rub my leg" the entire way. If you know me, you know I dont just let people, who's name I dont even know, start getting their way with me. (Maybe in retrospect, i shouldve not had this policy, haha) I just keep playing this like no big deal until I get my food. I did not want this girl knowing where I lived, so when she asked where to go, I said back to the bar, hoping my friends would still be outside there. We get back and I have her drive around the block a few times to see their car, which of course is not there. I say keep circling, because I had to build up the nerve of when to jump out of her moving car.
So yeah, we hit some stop sign and i book it! Heading for the hills! I just started running down Midland St towards the Liberty Bridge. She goes to pull up, to "trap" me and I bolt down to the base of the bridge, frantically calling Bill to come get me. As i'm running explaining where I am, he's laughing his ass off thinking I'm scared of some girl. Regardless, im under the Liberty Bridge, drunk, waiting for a car to come get me. They pull up and cannot believe what the hell i'm talking about, but say that they called a bunch of people and we're now partying at our house. We all pull up to the house, still locked like when we left. No one has arrived yet and all the lights are off, except the bathroom light...
We open the front door and look to see the light on, which no one left on. Now, all being drunk we're thinking some Pulp Fiction bathroom machine gun scene is gonna go down. We start talking quietly getting a bat from behind the couch and lining up to knock a home run with whomever head is coming out of there. The door open and out pops...Jenny. I swear she doesnt know how close she was to a concussion that second. I think it was Ryan that grabbed the end of the bat to make sure it wasn't swung. Evey one is yelling like, "How'd you get in?" and all that, and she answers, "Through the window." What??? hahaha, Jenny, you climbed through the damn window. Now everyone remembers we had a big porch, you couldve just waited 5 minutes.
So over the next 3 hours we keep drinking and talking to everyone over, and lighting more fireworks off of the lawn pissing the neighbors off, and then I went outside to talk to our friend Dana who was sitting on the lawn. Now I did like Dana for awhile, so I thought , Perfect! Outside talking Bill decides to start "working out" on the lawn at 4am doing push-ups and jumping off of random tree stumps or something, trying to look cool. As the night turned to morning, I remember laying back to look at the stars, then the next sound I hear is at 10am, and it's a damn lawn mower.
I asked Dana the next day why the hell she let me fall asleep 5 inches from the sidewalk. Her reply was, I went inside to go to your room, and you said you'll be upstairs in 5 minutes. Now, how is that for what I remember? Everything except what would've led to an excellent time. I swear, it's like my brain has selective guidance, and it is set for things that dont make normal sense. You should remember saying to a girl, i'll be in my room in 5 minutes, but you don't. Pfffff, anyway. I wake up 5 inches from the lawn, sunburn face and all and the damn neighbor with the mower is staring at me laughing.
It was a very good night. haha
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
This is Side 1, flip me over...
(Insert the rest of the Fallout Boy lyrics here)
So what's new? Not much here, just sitting alone listening to The Ramones as usual. School is done for at least the next 8 weeks, which is awesome btw. This means much more poker playing, thank god, and hopefully by next week some very good news will be coming my way. (Well, hopefully anyway. I think positive people.) Oh, and Halloween 5 is on AMC right now. Now, honestly, why would they be showing Halloween 5 at 6pm on June 23rd? This in itself is the question of the day, and since I know just about every little factoid about the Halloween series, I figure it will bother me until I realize that someone weirdo fan is sitting at a control board right now and said, "I wanna watch Halloween 5." Hard to believe, but you know this dude is like 42 years old and lives in a basement.
I'm gonna be at my mom's Friday from like 930am til 2ish beating a garage to death, so if you have nothing else goin on, come visit me.
So back to the tales...maybe Ducktails actually.
So, the next day (after the Jessica/boyfriend night, read other posts, etc.) I gave her a call around 4pm. My ploy was to get her before her boyfriend got out of work, so when he called up, she wouldn't be home, and therefore, well, I win. Remember this is before every person on earth had a cell phone. Of course somehow she answered on the first ring, now I do believe in an odd form of telepathy, but sometimes when you want things to happen they just do. The first words out of her mouth were, "I need to talk to you." Awesome right? Well, sparing all the "I can't hang out with you anymore detail" running through my head, that was not what happened. Instead, she came to my mom's and began to explain that she broke up with her boyfriend the last evening! How cool is that? For me? Well, not directly. She went into explaining why and such and I did have a big part to do with it, but really it was seeing everyone that brought her back to who she "really" was.
We decide to just hang out for awhile and see what happens. The political approach right? No problem, I was happy, i had my crew and friends back, and everything was good. About 3 weeks into the approach she springs on me, "I know you like me and want a relationship..." (Well, no shit, duh, where have you been for 3 weeks?), "So here, I do too, but since you basically run at your own pace, which is always on FAST, I think we need to read this book together." Jessica pulls out "Women are from Venus, Men are from Mars" or whatever. SERIOUSLY people, this is no joke. I give her this look like WTF, but of course, with her mom laughing in the background, I agree and now i am into my first bit of marriage counseling, before even the dating starts.
How's that for progression?
Now, as this is transpiring over the next 6 weeks, a girl named Tara starts hanging out periodically around my work. Myself working at Autozone on Center Ave. noticed that some of the girls working next door at Ponderosa would continuously come into the store, wander, and then leave. Now I thought they were just blowing time on there breaks or whatever, but then realised that I knew one of them, Tara.
I need some help here now--- The first time Tara ever ever ever met me, she came to my mom's with the triplets (Burley's) that lived by B&C Pizza. I remember that because I was making my own "chicken tenders" and had no shirt on. (spraying grease with no shirt on, smart ole me) and she thought I looked "hot". BUT, this was like 6 months before I even have a legit memory of her, so her is where the help is needed. I have no idea what, where, when, or how we began dating. No friggin clue, and I know someone out there knows. I know it was near the beginning of summer, the year Weezer's Green album came out (whatever that was). I was still living at my mom's (until that fall), I was 20 years old. I really need to know because I really do not remember, so please get at me if you have a clue.
So, lets just put it this way...I (we) never finished the marriage help book. Way too many things started to pop up. Like another dude in her life, another bunch of things in mine and so forth, but I need a subject for tomorrow. So werd up.
Check out here tomorrow because as in POLISH FESTIVAL fashion, you will read the funniest polish festival story/night/day whatever you will ever read which involves St. Stan's, Midland St., Jenny almost getting her head knocked off, some chick taking me to taco Bell trying to sleep with me, and me sleeping nearly in the road all night long. Trust me, this is a story of all stories, and somehow I remember it all. Also, Taco Bell is the way into my pants everyone (big secret). Maybe that is what the "girlfriend" girls did, and the others didn't. I think I just gave out my secret.
Oh, and go listen to this:
So what's new? Not much here, just sitting alone listening to The Ramones as usual. School is done for at least the next 8 weeks, which is awesome btw. This means much more poker playing, thank god, and hopefully by next week some very good news will be coming my way. (Well, hopefully anyway. I think positive people.) Oh, and Halloween 5 is on AMC right now. Now, honestly, why would they be showing Halloween 5 at 6pm on June 23rd? This in itself is the question of the day, and since I know just about every little factoid about the Halloween series, I figure it will bother me until I realize that someone weirdo fan is sitting at a control board right now and said, "I wanna watch Halloween 5." Hard to believe, but you know this dude is like 42 years old and lives in a basement.
I'm gonna be at my mom's Friday from like 930am til 2ish beating a garage to death, so if you have nothing else goin on, come visit me.
So back to the tales...maybe Ducktails actually.
So, the next day (after the Jessica/boyfriend night, read other posts, etc.) I gave her a call around 4pm. My ploy was to get her before her boyfriend got out of work, so when he called up, she wouldn't be home, and therefore, well, I win. Remember this is before every person on earth had a cell phone. Of course somehow she answered on the first ring, now I do believe in an odd form of telepathy, but sometimes when you want things to happen they just do. The first words out of her mouth were, "I need to talk to you." Awesome right? Well, sparing all the "I can't hang out with you anymore detail" running through my head, that was not what happened. Instead, she came to my mom's and began to explain that she broke up with her boyfriend the last evening! How cool is that? For me? Well, not directly. She went into explaining why and such and I did have a big part to do with it, but really it was seeing everyone that brought her back to who she "really" was.
We decide to just hang out for awhile and see what happens. The political approach right? No problem, I was happy, i had my crew and friends back, and everything was good. About 3 weeks into the approach she springs on me, "I know you like me and want a relationship..." (Well, no shit, duh, where have you been for 3 weeks?), "So here, I do too, but since you basically run at your own pace, which is always on FAST, I think we need to read this book together." Jessica pulls out "Women are from Venus, Men are from Mars" or whatever. SERIOUSLY people, this is no joke. I give her this look like WTF, but of course, with her mom laughing in the background, I agree and now i am into my first bit of marriage counseling, before even the dating starts.
How's that for progression?
Now, as this is transpiring over the next 6 weeks, a girl named Tara starts hanging out periodically around my work. Myself working at Autozone on Center Ave. noticed that some of the girls working next door at Ponderosa would continuously come into the store, wander, and then leave. Now I thought they were just blowing time on there breaks or whatever, but then realised that I knew one of them, Tara.
I need some help here now--- The first time Tara ever ever ever met me, she came to my mom's with the triplets (Burley's) that lived by B&C Pizza. I remember that because I was making my own "chicken tenders" and had no shirt on. (spraying grease with no shirt on, smart ole me) and she thought I looked "hot". BUT, this was like 6 months before I even have a legit memory of her, so her is where the help is needed. I have no idea what, where, when, or how we began dating. No friggin clue, and I know someone out there knows. I know it was near the beginning of summer, the year Weezer's Green album came out (whatever that was). I was still living at my mom's (until that fall), I was 20 years old. I really need to know because I really do not remember, so please get at me if you have a clue.
So, lets just put it this way...I (we) never finished the marriage help book. Way too many things started to pop up. Like another dude in her life, another bunch of things in mine and so forth, but I need a subject for tomorrow. So werd up.
Check out here tomorrow because as in POLISH FESTIVAL fashion, you will read the funniest polish festival story/night/day whatever you will ever read which involves St. Stan's, Midland St., Jenny almost getting her head knocked off, some chick taking me to taco Bell trying to sleep with me, and me sleeping nearly in the road all night long. Trust me, this is a story of all stories, and somehow I remember it all. Also, Taco Bell is the way into my pants everyone (big secret). Maybe that is what the "girlfriend" girls did, and the others didn't. I think I just gave out my secret.
Oh, and go listen to this:
Sunday, June 21, 2009
I'm Just Lion Around
Wow, it's been awhile, and too much has gone on in the last week to even explain. I'm sick of work, i'm sick of driving, i'm sick of school (even though tomorrow is the last day til fall), and most of all i'm sick of this shithole town known as Grand Rapids. I start out like this, at my Grandpa's brunch (more on this later) a cousin of mine says she lives in Grand Rapids and loves it, and starts going on and on about how much she likes everywhere, and the artsy area, and all that crap. Look everyone, Grand Rapids is NOT a place you should move to. It's cool for about 10 minutes when you first get here, then you start to notice the difference between the "westsiders" and us...the "eastsiders". (i'm talkin about the east and west side of the state) You would think there cannot be much differences right? Wrong. Grand Rapids is divided into about 5 or 6 sections and you can definently tell when you cross each ones boundries. They are not known as Downtown, Alpine, Heritage Hill, Eastown.
No, No, No
They are known as ghetto, worse ghetto, mexican town, mexican town south, wealthy(rich)land, shitbird retard convention area, and "when you stop your car at a traffic light you get 6 bums coming to the window asking for money brick street." There. Grand Rapids to everyone in a nutshell. Soon, I will be gone forever, and trust me, i'm not coming back.
Other news, my brother and his fiancee are moving to La La land after graduation. You can inquire where La La land is if you cannot pickup on the initials. (word games people, fun fun)
And most importantly, my Grandpa Guzdzial died last Monday. Pretty sad all around, and thank you to all my friends that were supportive and such, it really helps knowing people are out there as I always will be for you. My brother had one hell of a time getting to MBS Airport through Chicago. Note to everyone---NEVER get a connecting flight out of Chicago---EVER. Regardless he made it up fine, and the funeral services were as good as a funeral can get. My brother and I, with 4 of our cousins were paul bearers and i'm sure my Grandpa would be proud. I never had any clue how many people he knew (south end Bay City should've clued me in about 25 years ago) or organizations he was aligned with. The whole service (funeral home and church) went great, and at the cemetary they had the whole Honor Guard there to the flag folding and gun salute. It was really really meaningful and I am 100% positive that he was looking down going, "Why all this for me?" It was all for you Grandpa because you deserve it, no need to be modest. You were a great infuence on a lot of people and they all wanted to show you the respect you deserved. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you, and I am glad that I am. I will miss you forever.
So, i'm gonna be up for the Polish festival next weekend. Prob will be at my mom's from about 930am Friday til about 5pm, so if you wanna swing by a watch me beat the hell out of a garage...feel free to stop by so we can catch up. I'm probably only going to the Festival Saturday night...so yeah, plan accordingly! haha
Oh, and Jenny, if your birthday is Sunday, you have the same birthday as Jim (Flemmer). Too funny.
No, No, No
They are known as ghetto, worse ghetto, mexican town, mexican town south, wealthy(rich)land, shitbird retard convention area, and "when you stop your car at a traffic light you get 6 bums coming to the window asking for money brick street." There. Grand Rapids to everyone in a nutshell. Soon, I will be gone forever, and trust me, i'm not coming back.
Other news, my brother and his fiancee are moving to La La land after graduation. You can inquire where La La land is if you cannot pickup on the initials. (word games people, fun fun)
And most importantly, my Grandpa Guzdzial died last Monday. Pretty sad all around, and thank you to all my friends that were supportive and such, it really helps knowing people are out there as I always will be for you. My brother had one hell of a time getting to MBS Airport through Chicago. Note to everyone---NEVER get a connecting flight out of Chicago---EVER. Regardless he made it up fine, and the funeral services were as good as a funeral can get. My brother and I, with 4 of our cousins were paul bearers and i'm sure my Grandpa would be proud. I never had any clue how many people he knew (south end Bay City should've clued me in about 25 years ago) or organizations he was aligned with. The whole service (funeral home and church) went great, and at the cemetary they had the whole Honor Guard there to the flag folding and gun salute. It was really really meaningful and I am 100% positive that he was looking down going, "Why all this for me?" It was all for you Grandpa because you deserve it, no need to be modest. You were a great infuence on a lot of people and they all wanted to show you the respect you deserved. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you, and I am glad that I am. I will miss you forever.
So, i'm gonna be up for the Polish festival next weekend. Prob will be at my mom's from about 930am Friday til about 5pm, so if you wanna swing by a watch me beat the hell out of a garage...feel free to stop by so we can catch up. I'm probably only going to the Festival Saturday night...so yeah, plan accordingly! haha
Oh, and Jenny, if your birthday is Sunday, you have the same birthday as Jim (Flemmer). Too funny.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
I really need to move on...
So tonight there are the Tigers playing, basketball, and the Wings championship. Lots of channel surfing to do, yet somehow I will find myself playing PunchOut during all of this. Oh, and my teacher forgot to post the homework for tomorrow online, so no one will have done it, then he'll wonder why and it'll take 10 people to explain how it wasn't up. And the powers that be at my work decided to fire 2 people, the 2 people above me in the food chain. I'm not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing. I definently will let you know in a few weeks though. By the way...Grand Rapids sucks worse the The River Rock bar on a Tuesday morning. Honestly, I could go into a 12 page blog about how much the people in this place suck, along with other things, and maybe someday I will, but seriously right now...this place can kiss my ass.
I get my wisdom teeth out on Friday too! Hooray!
James, Higgins, and I split from the arcade and head back to James house to hook up with his sister. I was still in shock on how Jessica could actually be so excited to see me. Maybe it was just the excitement of the situation or something, but who cares. The sun was setting and we all decided to just go for a walk instead of sitting around for a bit. By now the entire "crew" had shown up. The group had not totally hung out in so long that when nigga Shawn drove by and saw us all out he almost crashed his car. Now this was a longgggggg walk. We took off from Elm St. (Bay City know exactly where this is) over 2 bridges, down by Midland St., and back. It took up about 2 hours of our time, and I didn't mind a bit. The whole time (with the crew trailing behind us talking too) Jessica and I just caught up about our lives, and how stupid everything was. Our lives weren't that different now, just older. I don't remember exact things from the conversation, which I normally do. I have an excellent memory of conversations and events, but when I don't remember them, it's usually because I'm talking too fast or too much. (well, I probably shouldn't remember anything then)
Now, call it the "rebound" effect or whatever, but since I had just broken up with Stacy about 4 hours before, Jessica was looking pretty damn good at the time. Now she always had, but you know...rebound! So i'm trying really hard to foocus on how I can just stay in the moment forever. This day was already such a big deal to me, and I didn't want it to end. Once we all got back to their house, we all sat outside and just chilled for awhile. Certainly something was going to come up about Stacy or anyone elses girlfriend/boyfriend soon, we all just kept avoiding the issue. Everyone did. No mention of Shawn's random women, Gabe's 7 day old bride (he got married while I was in St. Louis), Stacy, nothing. And then it came, "Oh, Justin, you have got to meet my boyfriend. His name is Justin too and he lives at Huntington Place Apartment's." Goddammit! Seriously, I almost needed a fucking respirator. (now, the next summer I moved into Huntington Place ironically) Great, huh? Well of course he shows up about 20 minutes later. It's about 12:30 am now and it;s just me, shawn, and her until "justin" shows up. Once he got there, well lets reword that, he was one of those dudes now known as "hollister bro's". Get it? (You know the type, i won't get into it) So , once he got there it was instantly weird. Like Jessica knew that he wasn't her type, and we knew it, but he didn't know it, and the only thing that was keeping them good at that moment was that this was all new again.
Well, the other thing is that since it was cold, they had a blanket, and I swear to this day she was playing with his balls underneath it out there, Anywho, I sure wasn't shacking up with Shawn that night, so we called it cool and tok off. Jessica said to call her tomorrow so we could hang out, and she knew I would. Wait until you hear what comes out of her mouth that next day. Next time people, other tasks to tend too.
New Year's Eve, Y2K1 i believe, Bill and I got stuck working at the pizza joint til 2 fucking AM that night. Shitty yes, but we made it worth it. All of my friends knew we were working, and since we couldn't be at any party, they brought it to us. That night it was shitty out. Like ice all over the streets, snow everywhere, and horribily cold. What better than to have myself go "shoeskating" holding onto the outside of a car door?!? What a New Year's. At midnight I decided to grasp the car door (with the window down) and have Shawn truck me around the side streets. the oads were like glass, an since my shoes are always worn down, I slid around like I was on skates. I probably could've let go, hit a pole, busted my head through a car's grill, whatever. But at the time, it was just too cool to pass up. Of course no one else did, they weren't that stupid, but hey I gotta do what I gotta do. Much like everytime I did flips into the bushes outside of my homes. I still have the marks on my back from those fucking things, but no one else was gonna flip into them, so of course, I wiil always be the exception.
So listen to Green Day's new album. It's just okay on the first and second spins, but once you listen to it a few times, it really is pretty damn good.
And i'm gonna leave you with this gnarly pic of Shawn to help you through hump day tomorrow. Enjoy! hahaha
I get my wisdom teeth out on Friday too! Hooray!
James, Higgins, and I split from the arcade and head back to James house to hook up with his sister. I was still in shock on how Jessica could actually be so excited to see me. Maybe it was just the excitement of the situation or something, but who cares. The sun was setting and we all decided to just go for a walk instead of sitting around for a bit. By now the entire "crew" had shown up. The group had not totally hung out in so long that when nigga Shawn drove by and saw us all out he almost crashed his car. Now this was a longgggggg walk. We took off from Elm St. (Bay City know exactly where this is) over 2 bridges, down by Midland St., and back. It took up about 2 hours of our time, and I didn't mind a bit. The whole time (with the crew trailing behind us talking too) Jessica and I just caught up about our lives, and how stupid everything was. Our lives weren't that different now, just older. I don't remember exact things from the conversation, which I normally do. I have an excellent memory of conversations and events, but when I don't remember them, it's usually because I'm talking too fast or too much. (well, I probably shouldn't remember anything then)
Now, call it the "rebound" effect or whatever, but since I had just broken up with Stacy about 4 hours before, Jessica was looking pretty damn good at the time. Now she always had, but you know...rebound! So i'm trying really hard to foocus on how I can just stay in the moment forever. This day was already such a big deal to me, and I didn't want it to end. Once we all got back to their house, we all sat outside and just chilled for awhile. Certainly something was going to come up about Stacy or anyone elses girlfriend/boyfriend soon, we all just kept avoiding the issue. Everyone did. No mention of Shawn's random women, Gabe's 7 day old bride (he got married while I was in St. Louis), Stacy, nothing. And then it came, "Oh, Justin, you have got to meet my boyfriend. His name is Justin too and he lives at Huntington Place Apartment's." Goddammit! Seriously, I almost needed a fucking respirator. (now, the next summer I moved into Huntington Place ironically) Great, huh? Well of course he shows up about 20 minutes later. It's about 12:30 am now and it;s just me, shawn, and her until "justin" shows up. Once he got there, well lets reword that, he was one of those dudes now known as "hollister bro's". Get it? (You know the type, i won't get into it) So , once he got there it was instantly weird. Like Jessica knew that he wasn't her type, and we knew it, but he didn't know it, and the only thing that was keeping them good at that moment was that this was all new again.
Well, the other thing is that since it was cold, they had a blanket, and I swear to this day she was playing with his balls underneath it out there, Anywho, I sure wasn't shacking up with Shawn that night, so we called it cool and tok off. Jessica said to call her tomorrow so we could hang out, and she knew I would. Wait until you hear what comes out of her mouth that next day. Next time people, other tasks to tend too.
New Year's Eve, Y2K1 i believe, Bill and I got stuck working at the pizza joint til 2 fucking AM that night. Shitty yes, but we made it worth it. All of my friends knew we were working, and since we couldn't be at any party, they brought it to us. That night it was shitty out. Like ice all over the streets, snow everywhere, and horribily cold. What better than to have myself go "shoeskating" holding onto the outside of a car door?!? What a New Year's. At midnight I decided to grasp the car door (with the window down) and have Shawn truck me around the side streets. the oads were like glass, an since my shoes are always worn down, I slid around like I was on skates. I probably could've let go, hit a pole, busted my head through a car's grill, whatever. But at the time, it was just too cool to pass up. Of course no one else did, they weren't that stupid, but hey I gotta do what I gotta do. Much like everytime I did flips into the bushes outside of my homes. I still have the marks on my back from those fucking things, but no one else was gonna flip into them, so of course, I wiil always be the exception.
So listen to Green Day's new album. It's just okay on the first and second spins, but once you listen to it a few times, it really is pretty damn good.
And i'm gonna leave you with this gnarly pic of Shawn to help you through hump day tomorrow. Enjoy! hahaha
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
It's in my nature to be changing
I have stupid homework, groceries to buy, Tigers and Red Wings to watch, a sexy body to keep gleaming, and I feel like writing. Plus, I said i'd be doing this about every other day. You can blame school for keeping that away, but only 3 weeks left for these shit summer classes, then the real fun begins. They end the Monday before the Polish Festival, so believe me, i'll be up and celebrating for more than just the typical reasons.
Now before jumping into the whole St. Louis-coming home conundrum, i;d like to say that I have left out a bunch of dumb ass things that happened during "The Stacy year-and-a half." Those will probably be thrown in from time to time over the next bit because drugs have killed my brain. Actually, it's just that I don't keep notes about life events (i don't do drugs dummy, even though no one believes that) and usually remember them in my sleep, so then I can write them the next day. I remember now when Ryan Casteneda and I first were hanging out and he rode with me out to Randy's house in Munger to meet that entire group for the first time. Somehow we decided to have like a 6 on 1 wrestling match against "the new guy" in his front yard. I dont remember much from that day except that Ryan got an acoustic guitar busted over his back for no reason. Driving home he said, "Your friends are crazy, i'm never going back there." Haha, such a lie. He was back with Randy and such from the next day until now. Funny how such good friends come from such odd beginings (much like me and Jim Flemmer). Us too, Ryan and I became friend because Jessica initally wanted to date him, and Micheal and I tagged along one night, and then he and I became great friends without those two.
So I go to St. Louis directly after court, and spend the next 8 days there hanging at my dad's cousin's house. My grandparents, my brother, my dad, and my eventual step-mom also came down. Ann was actually on business in Kansas City at the time so she just met us there. (Funny inset -- Ann was staying at the same hotel in Kansas City that the Ozzfest tour was one night, and when she showed up to St. Louis she said, "Justin, have you ever heard of Ozzy Osbourne?" Now this was before the whole pop culture explosion and you actually had to listen to heavy music to know him. I said yeah, duh. She goes into this story of how 2 days ago she met him in an elevator on the way up to their rooms. He introduced himself and she said something about how odd everyone in the lobby looked [haha]. Nothing more, but it's funny how if you don't know someone is "famous" you dont think about it much) Okay, back to the tale. This trip was awesome because it was what I NEEDED. I had my head so far up Stacy's ass for so long that it became a way of life. I'd leave school, leave work, leave home, and head directly to Stacy's. If my friends wanted to hang out, Stacy would have a shit-fit and then i'd end up sitting around with her. All day and night, everyday.
I of course called her when I could (before personal cell-phones folks), but after a few days without her, and enjoying my dad and brother, it began to feel that when I called it was a chore. I was doing so much, but didnt feel like telling her about it. It was kind of like, hey, i'll see you around. I hadn't been "free" in so long, that just the feeling was invigorating. Either way, when we got home, it was only around 9pm one night. She was begging for me to come over once I got into town, but my dad knew that, so he of course "barred" me from going there. He had me stay at his house until the next day. My parents didnt ever like her too well, and my dad could sense that I was straying from her, so I think he had a little motive here. When I showed up the next day, it was the same old shit. Sitting around, whatever. I felt that there was a whole world out there that I was missing because of this. And she didn't want to go anywhere. 2 days went by and it was like this. I felt like a damn freak-on-a-leash. Finally one day, Higgins called me up on her house phone asking if I wanted to come to his house and chill. I said of course, i couldnt wait to leave, but really didnt have any excuse. I got off the phone and immediately said, "I'm goin to Ryan's, by myself." Now this would piss any girlfriend off, but I was fed up. This was my chance to grow a set of balls.
I just said whatever and walked out the front door. There she stood, on the porch yelling, "If you drive off, we're done!" And that's what I did, I drove away. Now the reason I say James had really saved my life was this. I show up at Higgin's, and call it divine intervention or whatever, but as soon as I get there James pulls into the driveway. Now to understand the seriousness of this: I HADNT SEEN, SPOKEN, NOTHING FROM JAMES OR JESSICA IN 20 MONTHS. So when he pulls in, i'm thinking, "great, here come a fight." But in honesty, i was so relieved because what I needed the whole time was James. He was the most normal "old" friend that hadnt gone nuts with some girl (that'll be soon though, haha) and I fucking needed someone like that. When he got out of the car it was like everything was cool. I said my girlfriend just left me (or vice-versa) and he says "good, about time." WTF? We all decide to go to the arcade (wtf also) and then he drops it, "Hey, someone wants to see you.." Jessica of course (woot woot). We stop in front of his house on the way and she comes outside, it was almost like a setup seriously. We talk for a few like nothing was ever wrong and I said we'll be back soon so we can talk. Now this day/night of my life was a big event even though to others it might seem like nothing really. This day I grew some balls toward my girlfriend instead of being the pussywhipped donk, met important people again and learned that grudges are for retards, and after the rest of the night learned that the world again would rule.
Believe me, all I could think about at the arcade was what Jessica and I could talk about later. I wanted to get back to that front porch immediately, and James and Higgins could sense it. But, more on that later. It's so good though.
I gotta get pictures on this thing too. Soon I say!
I think instead of putting the music I listened to of that time, i'll put what i'm listening to now. I still listen to that old shit too, but this way maybe you'll like something I put up and check it out.
Word...Millencolin - Kingwood (recommended from my buddy in the Lawrence Arms today.)
Thanks for reading!
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Take a chill pill lover or youre gonna explode...
Ever wonder why so many people use the (...) you know (...) as in the title obviously. I know this dude who's notes I read everyday (figure out where) and after every little sentence he puts (...). Like after, "Leave on..." Now why the hell would you put (...) after that? It's a statement. Put !,!!!,., anything else besides (...) It almost falls into the category of comma rules. Meaning if one is good, then more has to be better! Even when they don't make any sense, but hey, I use them periodically too...only in the correct contents (haha).
Anyone out there beside me watch soccer? I cannot believe how Manchester got destroyed by Barcelona for the championship today. Insane.
So once Stacy's jailbird boyfriend got out of the Jackson lockdown he decided since he has no family, i'll come back to her house. The main reason for this was that, (hold up RED WINGS GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!), okay back to the story, he kept in contact with her step-dad througout his term. Now her step-dad had (has) plenty of problems of his own and usually figured that if he wrote back and/or talked on the phone to someone who has no other contact with the outside world, he would always have a listener for his bitching sessions. So of course now everytime I notice this dickless donkey chillin at the house while we are there, he keeps acting like he is better or "more superior" than me. Like dude, "I been to prison," (insert hardcore Chad from the Chappelle Show "Mad Real World" skit voice here). Yeah dude, we all know you've been to prison, sucked some dudes off not to get beat down, and joined a skinhead rap group...it's all good bro, but like seriously, you need to get out and get a job.
Basically whenever he was there, we weren't. I didn't have any problems with him being there when I wasn't. I did trust Stacy, and I have always been one of those guys that says, "If you want something else, or think somewhere else is better, then more power to ya." I have always said and thought that, and probably always will. If she wanted him, or whatever, then she could've gladly had him (even though she wouldn't, ewe). I know when I have something good, and I do not fuck it up like so many Bay City drama queens like to do. Either way, this boy decided that it would be funny to basically hang around there all day every day to piss us off. Well, during that previous winter, I fucked up driving pretty bad. The story goes that Stacy and I were leaving my mom's house and driving to hers. I turned down a street not far from mine and slid into the back of a parked car. Now in the snowstorm, I didnt feel like knocking on doors to get my ass kicked, so I took off. This was long before personal cell phones by the way. (Insert: fucking Blackhawks!!!!!!) So I ended up at Stacy's house in full panic mode. I knew I was going to go back to the place and leave a note, but i'm not waiting in a snowstorm. Of course, by the time I get back, the car is gone and i'm take my ass back home. Well, a few days go by and I don't think anything of it. Until one morning i'm up at like 8am outside for some reason, and I notice some old people driving really really slow by my house.
Typically this wouldn't be a deal, but with the nonsense of the previous days, I had a right to be concerned. Of course, 2 hours later the cops show up asking me about a hit and run. Now initally I play dumb, acting like some idiot 18 year old. But after a few minutes I say straight up what happened. Well, cops (as i've said before) don't listen to anyone or anything. They didn't care that it was a blizzard or anything (regardless my fault, i know) and write me up for a misdemeanor ticket. I'm not too worried about this but once I go for the "pre-trial" by myself (i didnt tell my parents anything about this) I knew I needed to find my "out". I plead not-guilty and they set the trial date. Now yeah a misdemeanor is max 90 days in jail and some shitty fine, but come on, it's ME, i'm not going to fucking jail. Come on, you know me better than that.
My family has now planned a trip to St. Louis (during this period my parents were divorcing, so by family I mean my dad, brother, grandparents, and future step-mom) which we were scheduled to leave for...the afternoon of my "trial" date. WTF?!? So, i had to come clean with my parents. Not totally, but enough so that I don't just go missing that afternoon if I get sent to the drunk tank. Well, I decided to use my "traffic ticket outty" plan against this. Basically instead of going to trial, or magistrate, you ask to speak with the prosecutor. This saves the state from paying for a trial, and you usually luck out by paying a dumb fine, but get no points on you license by explaining yourself, i mean, come on, these people aren't cops, right? Thy have a heart, right? Well, they say cool, and schedule the meeting for my "trial" date, and move that to unknown. Well this whole time, the jailbird exboyfriend is not working legit, pissing me off, and I hear that the Bay City po-po are looking for him on probation violations among other stuff. Now I have never ratted anyone out about anything in my life, but since this dude is NOT my friend, or in fact, anyone of anything to me. And since he was just trying to annoy me 24/7, I said screw you bro. That day, my parents came with me not knowing really what was going on, but since i'm 18, i can talk by myself, for myself...and no one can outsmart me. I basically tell this prosecutor that I can tell you where the jailbird donk is, if you give me a break. I explain my side of the "ticket" and the whereabouts of ole' jailbird, and then come back with a $65 fine, and say see ya. How about that? See kids, the wheels of justice do work when you know what you're talking about (even though I still hate cops). After that 20 minute conversation, i'm out the door, parents wondering what the hell?, and on my lovely way to St. Louis. Wow, such a good time.
If anyone wants a refresher on how the "traffic ticket outty" works, feel free to get ahold of me. It has helped me out about 10 times for tickets in Bay City. Yes, I drive fast.
Next time: Home from St. Louis, and the next day my life changed forever (...) haha
Thanks for reading this long one!
Anyone out there beside me watch soccer? I cannot believe how Manchester got destroyed by Barcelona for the championship today. Insane.
So once Stacy's jailbird boyfriend got out of the Jackson lockdown he decided since he has no family, i'll come back to her house. The main reason for this was that, (hold up RED WINGS GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!), okay back to the story, he kept in contact with her step-dad througout his term. Now her step-dad had (has) plenty of problems of his own and usually figured that if he wrote back and/or talked on the phone to someone who has no other contact with the outside world, he would always have a listener for his bitching sessions. So of course now everytime I notice this dickless donkey chillin at the house while we are there, he keeps acting like he is better or "more superior" than me. Like dude, "I been to prison," (insert hardcore Chad from the Chappelle Show "Mad Real World" skit voice here). Yeah dude, we all know you've been to prison, sucked some dudes off not to get beat down, and joined a skinhead rap group...it's all good bro, but like seriously, you need to get out and get a job.
Basically whenever he was there, we weren't. I didn't have any problems with him being there when I wasn't. I did trust Stacy, and I have always been one of those guys that says, "If you want something else, or think somewhere else is better, then more power to ya." I have always said and thought that, and probably always will. If she wanted him, or whatever, then she could've gladly had him (even though she wouldn't, ewe). I know when I have something good, and I do not fuck it up like so many Bay City drama queens like to do. Either way, this boy decided that it would be funny to basically hang around there all day every day to piss us off. Well, during that previous winter, I fucked up driving pretty bad. The story goes that Stacy and I were leaving my mom's house and driving to hers. I turned down a street not far from mine and slid into the back of a parked car. Now in the snowstorm, I didnt feel like knocking on doors to get my ass kicked, so I took off. This was long before personal cell phones by the way. (Insert: fucking Blackhawks!!!!!!) So I ended up at Stacy's house in full panic mode. I knew I was going to go back to the place and leave a note, but i'm not waiting in a snowstorm. Of course, by the time I get back, the car is gone and i'm take my ass back home. Well, a few days go by and I don't think anything of it. Until one morning i'm up at like 8am outside for some reason, and I notice some old people driving really really slow by my house.
Typically this wouldn't be a deal, but with the nonsense of the previous days, I had a right to be concerned. Of course, 2 hours later the cops show up asking me about a hit and run. Now initally I play dumb, acting like some idiot 18 year old. But after a few minutes I say straight up what happened. Well, cops (as i've said before) don't listen to anyone or anything. They didn't care that it was a blizzard or anything (regardless my fault, i know) and write me up for a misdemeanor ticket. I'm not too worried about this but once I go for the "pre-trial" by myself (i didnt tell my parents anything about this) I knew I needed to find my "out". I plead not-guilty and they set the trial date. Now yeah a misdemeanor is max 90 days in jail and some shitty fine, but come on, it's ME, i'm not going to fucking jail. Come on, you know me better than that.
My family has now planned a trip to St. Louis (during this period my parents were divorcing, so by family I mean my dad, brother, grandparents, and future step-mom) which we were scheduled to leave for...the afternoon of my "trial" date. WTF?!? So, i had to come clean with my parents. Not totally, but enough so that I don't just go missing that afternoon if I get sent to the drunk tank. Well, I decided to use my "traffic ticket outty" plan against this. Basically instead of going to trial, or magistrate, you ask to speak with the prosecutor. This saves the state from paying for a trial, and you usually luck out by paying a dumb fine, but get no points on you license by explaining yourself, i mean, come on, these people aren't cops, right? Thy have a heart, right? Well, they say cool, and schedule the meeting for my "trial" date, and move that to unknown. Well this whole time, the jailbird exboyfriend is not working legit, pissing me off, and I hear that the Bay City po-po are looking for him on probation violations among other stuff. Now I have never ratted anyone out about anything in my life, but since this dude is NOT my friend, or in fact, anyone of anything to me. And since he was just trying to annoy me 24/7, I said screw you bro. That day, my parents came with me not knowing really what was going on, but since i'm 18, i can talk by myself, for myself...and no one can outsmart me. I basically tell this prosecutor that I can tell you where the jailbird donk is, if you give me a break. I explain my side of the "ticket" and the whereabouts of ole' jailbird, and then come back with a $65 fine, and say see ya. How about that? See kids, the wheels of justice do work when you know what you're talking about (even though I still hate cops). After that 20 minute conversation, i'm out the door, parents wondering what the hell?, and on my lovely way to St. Louis. Wow, such a good time.
If anyone wants a refresher on how the "traffic ticket outty" works, feel free to get ahold of me. It has helped me out about 10 times for tickets in Bay City. Yes, I drive fast.
Next time: Home from St. Louis, and the next day my life changed forever (...) haha
Thanks for reading this long one!
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
You can go your own way...
I made it through class, it's gorgeous out, the Tigers are killing it, and Eddie Money is on Friday...pretty damn tight!
So yeah, Stacy and I kind of hit it off right away. Somehow. I think it was more the combination of me wanting/needing a girlfriend and trying to accumulate problems. The issue with Stacy was that her ex-boyfriend (who will come in later and HELP ME OUT [even though he didn't know it, hahaha] later on, awesome story) was in PRISON. Awesome, huh? This fucking donkey was in lockdown thinking the whole time he was away, they were gonna get back together when he got out. Now of course I find out about this months into our relationship when i start noticing "prison" letters showing up to the house. You know the type, the well-written, pictures of mexican symbols all over them style with drawings on the envelopes too. Yeah, those "prison" letters. Well, whatever, she says he's long gone and has written him back with a letter to that effect, which I actually mailed to insure it getting there. Now, obviously Stacy was much more... will call it "experienced" than me...with just about every aspect of a relationship. And she had a damn near cracked out family as well. The type where the mom and dad don't get along, the sisters are total 180's of each other, the younger kids dont get along, prison boyfriend, yeah, the whole sheeeee-banggggg!!! WHAT DID I GET MYSELF INTO???...(more on this later)
you might say..what about Jessica dude??? Oh yesss, we were locker partners, my way in right?? WRONG. This whole thing with Stacy started innocently enough, and since Stacy never came around "those" friends, no biggie, I could work'em both seeing if either went anywhere. Well, Jessica starts to notice me not coming around as often. This is a big problem when someone likes you and then you disappear. (Of course I find out later that Jessica was just not telling me she liked me.) So she decides to be an ass to me because of Stacy. Now, I have a pretty good understanding about the way girls work together.....THEY DON"T. So I figured no big deal again (mistake) because Jessica didn't like me anyway (wrong)...so this leads to 2 big events that change our relationship for awhile.
We were all on a Saturday morning bowling league at this time, and one morning after a week of being treated like an ass for no reason, at least I saw it that way at the time, I decided to not talk during bowling. I brought my cd player and listened to Everclear (remember them?) the whole time, only talking at a minimum to even James. This set her off in such a way that I knew something was up by the end of that day. The following Monday at school I proceed to open our locker to find all of my "items" on the door (a gnarly Misfits poster, various skateboarding stickers) were ripped off and gone. Now, this really really pissed me off. We basically started yelling at each other in the hallway like fools and I moved out. To the 3rd floor I said! (those few lockers next to Central's library up there, yeah, that's where I went) After that second I wouldn't talk to Jessica for almost 2 years. I mean seriously NOT ONCE. This issue changed my life for a longgggg time. And to James it wasn't much better. He was the innocent by-standard in this fallout mess and didn't deserve anything. Although, THE NEXT DAY THAT CHANGED MY LIFE will be soon...and I couldn't appreciate James more.
So yeah, more on Stacy's shit and the day soon, but here are 2 dumb fn stories from around then. I decide to light a mini pine tree on fire outside of Lindsay Schhol one day for no apparent reason. Well, it blazes and we all run to Gabe's house..with the front door in clear view of anyone looking at us. The fire dept. gets called and of course come right to the house we run into. Now this is arson in case you didnt know. Damaging property by fire on a school grounds is not something that authority figures take lightly apparently. When these guys and a cop show up, I go into full-on bullshit mode (this mode I have basically perfected throughout the years with guidence from Jim Flemmer, haha) and kind of use the Jedi Mind Trick. No one else can get away with what I do, and this moment was when I found out that if you say you didn't do something, and believe you didnt do it, then it was easier to prove your point. Either way, those donks left without a clue of what they originally came there for. I started talking about how I saw some kids run by and we had been there all day, and then when they said someone saw us run in, I of course said, "who?" Their answer was an old lady who they didnt know the phone number to, or where she lived. I ran that crap into the ground before they just gave up. Not bad for avoiding 5 years in prison with Stacy's ex-boyfriend. HAHA
This is dumber...I decide to fuck with Butt-Butt (anyone from Bay City, especially the Banks, knows Butt-Butt) by yelling out my bedroom window as he rides his bike by one day. He decides to figure out where the noise is coming from and proceeds to ride in circles around my neighborhood. Well of course I keep yelling cause it's so funny, i mean, he's in the street screaming at the top of his lungs to god knows where. All the neighbors think he yelling at street signs and shit and decide to call the cops. During this time my parents come home and of course Jimmy (his real name) come up the front door and saying someone was yelling at him from my house. My dad of course calls to me and asks, and I play the whole, "what are you talking about?", thing. Well, my dad tells Jimmy to get the hell out of his yard, full well knowing that I was yelling at him, even though he never said anything about it to me. I think I got away with something. So, i ask my mom a few days later, "did dad know I was yelling at Butt-Butt?", of course she says, "yeah, but he couldn't stop laughing about how nuts he was going. He wanted to say something to you about not treating people like that, but he couldn't say the words without laughing so he just gave up." hahahahahahahah
My Dad is the coolest dude ever.
Music: Superdrag still
So yeah, Stacy and I kind of hit it off right away. Somehow. I think it was more the combination of me wanting/needing a girlfriend and trying to accumulate problems. The issue with Stacy was that her ex-boyfriend (who will come in later and HELP ME OUT [even though he didn't know it, hahaha] later on, awesome story) was in PRISON. Awesome, huh? This fucking donkey was in lockdown thinking the whole time he was away, they were gonna get back together when he got out. Now of course I find out about this months into our relationship when i start noticing "prison" letters showing up to the house. You know the type, the well-written, pictures of mexican symbols all over them style with drawings on the envelopes too. Yeah, those "prison" letters. Well, whatever, she says he's long gone and has written him back with a letter to that effect, which I actually mailed to insure it getting there. Now, obviously Stacy was much more... will call it "experienced" than me...with just about every aspect of a relationship. And she had a damn near cracked out family as well. The type where the mom and dad don't get along, the sisters are total 180's of each other, the younger kids dont get along, prison boyfriend, yeah, the whole sheeeee-banggggg!!! WHAT DID I GET MYSELF INTO???...(more on this later)
you might say..what about Jessica dude??? Oh yesss, we were locker partners, my way in right?? WRONG. This whole thing with Stacy started innocently enough, and since Stacy never came around "those" friends, no biggie, I could work'em both seeing if either went anywhere. Well, Jessica starts to notice me not coming around as often. This is a big problem when someone likes you and then you disappear. (Of course I find out later that Jessica was just not telling me she liked me.) So she decides to be an ass to me because of Stacy. Now, I have a pretty good understanding about the way girls work together.....THEY DON"T. So I figured no big deal again (mistake) because Jessica didn't like me anyway (wrong)...so this leads to 2 big events that change our relationship for awhile.
We were all on a Saturday morning bowling league at this time, and one morning after a week of being treated like an ass for no reason, at least I saw it that way at the time, I decided to not talk during bowling. I brought my cd player and listened to Everclear (remember them?) the whole time, only talking at a minimum to even James. This set her off in such a way that I knew something was up by the end of that day. The following Monday at school I proceed to open our locker to find all of my "items" on the door (a gnarly Misfits poster, various skateboarding stickers) were ripped off and gone. Now, this really really pissed me off. We basically started yelling at each other in the hallway like fools and I moved out. To the 3rd floor I said! (those few lockers next to Central's library up there, yeah, that's where I went) After that second I wouldn't talk to Jessica for almost 2 years. I mean seriously NOT ONCE. This issue changed my life for a longgggg time. And to James it wasn't much better. He was the innocent by-standard in this fallout mess and didn't deserve anything. Although, THE NEXT DAY THAT CHANGED MY LIFE will be soon...and I couldn't appreciate James more.
So yeah, more on Stacy's shit and the day soon, but here are 2 dumb fn stories from around then. I decide to light a mini pine tree on fire outside of Lindsay Schhol one day for no apparent reason. Well, it blazes and we all run to Gabe's house..with the front door in clear view of anyone looking at us. The fire dept. gets called and of course come right to the house we run into. Now this is arson in case you didnt know. Damaging property by fire on a school grounds is not something that authority figures take lightly apparently. When these guys and a cop show up, I go into full-on bullshit mode (this mode I have basically perfected throughout the years with guidence from Jim Flemmer, haha) and kind of use the Jedi Mind Trick. No one else can get away with what I do, and this moment was when I found out that if you say you didn't do something, and believe you didnt do it, then it was easier to prove your point. Either way, those donks left without a clue of what they originally came there for. I started talking about how I saw some kids run by and we had been there all day, and then when they said someone saw us run in, I of course said, "who?" Their answer was an old lady who they didnt know the phone number to, or where she lived. I ran that crap into the ground before they just gave up. Not bad for avoiding 5 years in prison with Stacy's ex-boyfriend. HAHA
This is dumber...I decide to fuck with Butt-Butt (anyone from Bay City, especially the Banks, knows Butt-Butt) by yelling out my bedroom window as he rides his bike by one day. He decides to figure out where the noise is coming from and proceeds to ride in circles around my neighborhood. Well of course I keep yelling cause it's so funny, i mean, he's in the street screaming at the top of his lungs to god knows where. All the neighbors think he yelling at street signs and shit and decide to call the cops. During this time my parents come home and of course Jimmy (his real name) come up the front door and saying someone was yelling at him from my house. My dad of course calls to me and asks, and I play the whole, "what are you talking about?", thing. Well, my dad tells Jimmy to get the hell out of his yard, full well knowing that I was yelling at him, even though he never said anything about it to me. I think I got away with something. So, i ask my mom a few days later, "did dad know I was yelling at Butt-Butt?", of course she says, "yeah, but he couldn't stop laughing about how nuts he was going. He wanted to say something to you about not treating people like that, but he couldn't say the words without laughing so he just gave up." hahahahahahahah
My Dad is the coolest dude ever.
Music: Superdrag still
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Minghags - The Movie!!
So last nights Alkaline Trio and Saves The Day show was AWESOME!!!! Seriously fuckin great! Now since I finally have 10 minutes here I can write. I still stink from the gym and have homework, but hey...I like this better. Plus i'm watching the Judgement Day WWE pay-per-view anyway.
So, during the summer between Junior and senior year we all discovered, thanks to Higgins red wings, what sex was. Or at least gave a damn anyway, we all knew what it was, it just hadn't concerned us yet. Since everyone was smoking too, not me though, and most of our parents drank, we found that out too. Way too often we would be hiding bottles of liquor behind James and Jessica's basement freezer. Since we were there everyday it was a perfect hiding place. Once the school year began, Jessica and Randy had been broken off for awhile, Micheal and I hadn't been together in a long time, and everyone was just kind of chillin. Well, since Jessica and I birthdays are close, we decide at orientation to locker together. This works well for awhile (more on that later) and it is close to the freak hall, and in my mind i'm like "score!!!" It was like my first communial property with a girl, and a girl I liked. Now throughout the school year this would go on as being not as cool as I thought, but thats for next time.
So around homecoming, Jenny tells me that if I have nothing to do to come by the Homecoming Dance (i'm pretty sure Homecoming). Her, Stacy, and a few others wil be there. I had never gone to ANY dances before and didn't feel like starting tonight, but you know...girls. Well, I enlist Higgins since no one else is around for some reason, adn I suggest we go over by Kenny (KC) Chope's house first. Thinking this was a good idea at the time was great...until I forgot what the exact house number was on his place. As we are driving down the street in pitch blackness, I feel something hit my shoulder softly. I think nothing of it, we drive to Midland Street to head towards the school. Well, i look down and I had been sniped by a paintball. Now any paintball gun I have fired is wayyyyy more powerful than whatever shot me, but still. Luckly enough, it hit my seatbelt strap, and didnt get any paint anywhere but on the seatbelt. How cool? This is another reason why everyone should wear seatbelts and not drove down blacked out street with your windows down.
From what I remember we head to the school, and head into the dance. We are in no way dressed for this thing, but it's close to 11pm when they let out, so no one says a word. We find Jenny and she introduced me to Stacy (Anastacia is her full name). It was liek an odd occurance. I could tell she wanted to talk to me for awile, but I avoided the whole situation for some reason. I remember them asking for a ride home from us since they rode with other girls, and we gonna leave them for us. Score!! Not the case honestly, but you'd figure right?? I have no idea what we talked about in the car, but I remember Higgins letting one of the girls sit up front with me to talk. I wanna say it was Stacy, but i'm not sure how Jenny would've allowed that, but I think it was. No clue what we talked about because my next memory of that night is pissing on the telephone pole in front of Stacy's house at about 1am. Us saying see ya to her, and giving her my phone number. Weird. Then we drove Jenny home, and continued on our way to just go home, but loving that we actually had girls that liked us! haha how cool!!!
So, I got a lot on my mind today/tonight, sorry. This story has gotta be cut short, I will pick it up tomorrow if I get tired of playing poker. i never get tired of playing poker, but i'll still write. goddamn homework!
music: Soulfly
So, during the summer between Junior and senior year we all discovered, thanks to Higgins red wings, what sex was. Or at least gave a damn anyway, we all knew what it was, it just hadn't concerned us yet. Since everyone was smoking too, not me though, and most of our parents drank, we found that out too. Way too often we would be hiding bottles of liquor behind James and Jessica's basement freezer. Since we were there everyday it was a perfect hiding place. Once the school year began, Jessica and Randy had been broken off for awhile, Micheal and I hadn't been together in a long time, and everyone was just kind of chillin. Well, since Jessica and I birthdays are close, we decide at orientation to locker together. This works well for awhile (more on that later) and it is close to the freak hall, and in my mind i'm like "score!!!" It was like my first communial property with a girl, and a girl I liked. Now throughout the school year this would go on as being not as cool as I thought, but thats for next time.
So around homecoming, Jenny tells me that if I have nothing to do to come by the Homecoming Dance (i'm pretty sure Homecoming). Her, Stacy, and a few others wil be there. I had never gone to ANY dances before and didn't feel like starting tonight, but you know...girls. Well, I enlist Higgins since no one else is around for some reason, adn I suggest we go over by Kenny (KC) Chope's house first. Thinking this was a good idea at the time was great...until I forgot what the exact house number was on his place. As we are driving down the street in pitch blackness, I feel something hit my shoulder softly. I think nothing of it, we drive to Midland Street to head towards the school. Well, i look down and I had been sniped by a paintball. Now any paintball gun I have fired is wayyyyy more powerful than whatever shot me, but still. Luckly enough, it hit my seatbelt strap, and didnt get any paint anywhere but on the seatbelt. How cool? This is another reason why everyone should wear seatbelts and not drove down blacked out street with your windows down.
From what I remember we head to the school, and head into the dance. We are in no way dressed for this thing, but it's close to 11pm when they let out, so no one says a word. We find Jenny and she introduced me to Stacy (Anastacia is her full name). It was liek an odd occurance. I could tell she wanted to talk to me for awile, but I avoided the whole situation for some reason. I remember them asking for a ride home from us since they rode with other girls, and we gonna leave them for us. Score!! Not the case honestly, but you'd figure right?? I have no idea what we talked about in the car, but I remember Higgins letting one of the girls sit up front with me to talk. I wanna say it was Stacy, but i'm not sure how Jenny would've allowed that, but I think it was. No clue what we talked about because my next memory of that night is pissing on the telephone pole in front of Stacy's house at about 1am. Us saying see ya to her, and giving her my phone number. Weird. Then we drove Jenny home, and continued on our way to just go home, but loving that we actually had girls that liked us! haha how cool!!!
So, I got a lot on my mind today/tonight, sorry. This story has gotta be cut short, I will pick it up tomorrow if I get tired of playing poker. i never get tired of playing poker, but i'll still write. goddamn homework!
music: Soulfly
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
I exit stage left...
So within the last 2 days, i've driven my awesome car about maybe 10 miles total. Now since I live about 2 blocks from my school and about 6 blocks from work, this is a lot for 2 weekdays. Anywho, if you knew the car I have you'd realize why driving around these shitbird roads of Grand Rapids is unnerving, even for me. Yesterday- 7:15 a.m. Driving downtown to work (yes, it's 6 blocks, but at 7am...I'm not walking anywhere) some dipshit tries to race through all the 8 traffic lights, which is impossible. The donkey's who set those thing obviously likes to piss people off in the morning because you can NEVER make it through more than 2 before the other has just turned red. Well, he nearly tries to wreck 8 other cars and a bus on trying to outwit the traffic light gods. Well, I pull up next to him of course at the "major" corner traffic light and look at him. My windows are down and he decides to "make a face" at me. No biggie, I flip him off and say, "You're an idiot," to him which he can hear. Well this donkey wants to wreck his piece of shit Toyota Tercel because the light turns green and he floors it, right by the police station, right at shift change here (when all the cops pull out of the garage and take off for the day). DIPSHITTTTTTT gets pulled over instantly, I roll by going about 5 mph honking the horn laughing. VINDICATION BABY!!!
Then the gods decide to punish me as i'm on my way home from Subway later that night. Of course I take the less bumpy side roads home, and it was nice so the top is down on my car. Well, thank god I pay attention driving because out of nowhere some hood rats like 7 year old kid comes shooting out on her bike directly in front of my car. Damn it! (This is like a scene from drivers training where theythrow a dummy in front of your car, seriously) I jam the fn brake and look around. This kids donkey mom is of course chillin on the porch not paying attention to shit. So with my top down I yell, "Get your damn babies out of the street!!" (Boyz in the Hood reference, of course) By now her kid is still in front of my car stopped, crying cause she almost got killed. This bitch doesn't even come off the porch...she stands up, looks out at me with the "Is this my drug dealer" look, and sits back down. Finally the kid moves and I pull off yelling fuckkkkkkk youuuuuu about as loud as I can. Wonderful!
Anywho, the moral of the story (and 90% of my friends have kids...so pay attention) Take care of your kid(s). We can still be hood rats, but please don't act like one unless your kid is in the house. And, don't try to drive through downtown areas trying to beat lights. You'd think "how is Justin saying this? He drives faster than anyone." True and True, but i've learned that you can't mess with the traffic light god, he listens to know one.
Back to the story tomorrow, I gotta go work out.
Music tonight: Cavalera Conspiracy
Then the gods decide to punish me as i'm on my way home from Subway later that night. Of course I take the less bumpy side roads home, and it was nice so the top is down on my car. Well, thank god I pay attention driving because out of nowhere some hood rats like 7 year old kid comes shooting out on her bike directly in front of my car. Damn it! (This is like a scene from drivers training where theythrow a dummy in front of your car, seriously) I jam the fn brake and look around. This kids donkey mom is of course chillin on the porch not paying attention to shit. So with my top down I yell, "Get your damn babies out of the street!!" (Boyz in the Hood reference, of course) By now her kid is still in front of my car stopped, crying cause she almost got killed. This bitch doesn't even come off the porch...she stands up, looks out at me with the "Is this my drug dealer" look, and sits back down. Finally the kid moves and I pull off yelling fuckkkkkkk youuuuuu about as loud as I can. Wonderful!
Anywho, the moral of the story (and 90% of my friends have kids...so pay attention) Take care of your kid(s). We can still be hood rats, but please don't act like one unless your kid is in the house. And, don't try to drive through downtown areas trying to beat lights. You'd think "how is Justin saying this? He drives faster than anyone." True and True, but i've learned that you can't mess with the traffic light god, he listens to know one.
Back to the story tomorrow, I gotta go work out.
Music tonight: Cavalera Conspiracy
Sunday, May 10, 2009
How graffitti changes lives
Werd up! It's Sunday, the most boring day of the week. Homework day for me actually; summer classes suck. Anywho, the Polish Festival is only like 6 weeks away, Alk3 and Saves the Day is only 6 days away, and Eddie muthafuckin Money is only 12 days away! I am sooo pumped.
So we had to leave sitting behind Lindsay School because some wiggers/wanstaz white wanna be hoods decided to spray paint the church behind the school and those fools thought it was us. Now, this is when the whole "gang" fad was going on in Bay City and the stinkin cops thought every group of more than 2 kids were gonna go jump someone. So, needless to say, we started phasing out the memories of Lindsay and changing them into new ones between homes. We were at Gabe's a lot, but it did get old because he had no cable, no "games", and we all usually just hung around anyway so it didn't matter where we went. During the summer we started hanging out at Micheal's a lot during the day, and then Jessica and James' at night. We had it planned out pretty good. Go to Micheal's during the day when her parents were both at work, then head to Jessica/James that night because once their dad got home from work, their mom would of course hang out with him and we had free reign downstairs. The best part of the basement was obviously the pool table. Now we all know that every home in Bay City, built pre-1979, has a pool table built in the basement right? Like they pour the foundation, put the pool table in, then build the rest of the house. They're about as common as being asked by a total random dipshit if you know someone who sells weed while walking through the mall on a Friday night. Yeah, that common..
So Gabe and James were like already masters of billards, Shawn wasn't much further behind, and everyone else, including myself, were just there to play around and chill. Many of us honestly became better, or at least much better pool players there just by accident. When you sit around a pool table for 4 hours a night every night for like a year you gotta absorb something. We often had a bunch of people stop by besides the normal bunch. Jenny, James (Knappman), Randy, Matt, Tara, neighborhood one-offs, you know, other people, and especially during the summer we'd be down there so long you just forgot what time it was. It always felt like 10 p.m. down there. Needless to say, numerous great times just chillin occurred there and it's a shame that they sold the house a few years back. That house had such special memories all over it and I guess we'll just have to talk about from now on. (Much more with this setting throughout the tale)
The earliest memory I have of Jenny Rowell was hanging out at her house because nigga Shawn wanted to go chill with some girls one night. Now, I absolutely know that we met before this night, but I think this was the "time" when we started hanging out and were like, "oh, I know you." Whatev, I remember initally really being into Jenny, but she wasn't into me. She was probably into Shawn (hahahah, he did have a minivan!), anyway, I started to give up and find someone or something else and then she started getting into me, but you know me...always playin hard to get with every girl i've ever met. So, yeah we became good friends, started hanging out more and that will lead us into the next subject (well, not the next blog, but the second to next blog).
So about Micheal and I. While hanging out all summer we started to realize that we did like each other. With Randy and Jessica getting together near the end of that school year, I wasn't about to try to steal Jessica away from a great friend at that time. We became a good couple because we got along. The only thing I never liked about her was that fucking Marilyn Manson kick everyone was going through (must've been the fallout from the hoodrat wanksta trend), and of course she was the only one of my friends to get into it. I just didnt get it, but she wasnt some "let's cut ourselves" retard, so we got along just fine. Well, not much interesting juicy stuff really happened between us (i'll save that for the rest of my girlfriend entries), but I could sum up our relationship as being "good". I do enjoy the times we had together (dating or not) and hope when we all chill again someday that she'll be around.
Okay before I gotta finish this friggin homework...Higgin's REDWINGS!!!! Yay! So, during the summer, one of Jessica and Micheal's friends named Amy (forgot last name) decided to runaway from her home in Essexville and come near us. Lame yes, but she though you could just spend the night forever at your friends house like no one would ever notice. That's what you get for smoking weed everyday and thinking the world will take care of you when you're 15. (Later, we all found out that is NOT the case) Well, of course she decides that she'll just stay in a tent down by the river. (yes, DOWN BY THE RIVER) You know, down by Defoe park and the train bridge area, those woods where just 2 weeks before I "accidentally" lit a tire on fire and found out you can't put it out using Mountain Dew, and that trees burn too! Yes, those woods. Well, she did not have tent, but guess who did...Higgins!!! So, we all can see where this is going. He decides to borrow her his tent and slip on over there "protect" her for a few nights. I mean it's camping right??? Well, he comes over the next day trying to brag about how he scored and all, but not using his dick. Now what the hell is that? Either you did or you didn't. He proceeds to inform us of the wonderful details about how cool it is to go down on a girl when it's her time of the month (or in some cases, time of every week, haha). You can just imagine Higgin's bright red haired head movin around in that shit.
Hope the visual of that holds you through til tomorrow!!
This has been some weak stuff, but i assure you tomorrow it gets into the great, naughty, throwdown, drag out, details of when everyone starts to go insane, find out what booze and sex are, and of course...some how Jenny Rowell hooks me up with my first serious girlfriend. Jeez, How the hell did that happen Jen???
Music: Mighty Mighty Bosstones
So we had to leave sitting behind Lindsay School because some wiggers/wanstaz white wanna be hoods decided to spray paint the church behind the school and those fools thought it was us. Now, this is when the whole "gang" fad was going on in Bay City and the stinkin cops thought every group of more than 2 kids were gonna go jump someone. So, needless to say, we started phasing out the memories of Lindsay and changing them into new ones between homes. We were at Gabe's a lot, but it did get old because he had no cable, no "games", and we all usually just hung around anyway so it didn't matter where we went. During the summer we started hanging out at Micheal's a lot during the day, and then Jessica and James' at night. We had it planned out pretty good. Go to Micheal's during the day when her parents were both at work, then head to Jessica/James that night because once their dad got home from work, their mom would of course hang out with him and we had free reign downstairs. The best part of the basement was obviously the pool table. Now we all know that every home in Bay City, built pre-1979, has a pool table built in the basement right? Like they pour the foundation, put the pool table in, then build the rest of the house. They're about as common as being asked by a total random dipshit if you know someone who sells weed while walking through the mall on a Friday night. Yeah, that common..
So Gabe and James were like already masters of billards, Shawn wasn't much further behind, and everyone else, including myself, were just there to play around and chill. Many of us honestly became better, or at least much better pool players there just by accident. When you sit around a pool table for 4 hours a night every night for like a year you gotta absorb something. We often had a bunch of people stop by besides the normal bunch. Jenny, James (Knappman), Randy, Matt, Tara, neighborhood one-offs, you know, other people, and especially during the summer we'd be down there so long you just forgot what time it was. It always felt like 10 p.m. down there. Needless to say, numerous great times just chillin occurred there and it's a shame that they sold the house a few years back. That house had such special memories all over it and I guess we'll just have to talk about from now on. (Much more with this setting throughout the tale)
The earliest memory I have of Jenny Rowell was hanging out at her house because nigga Shawn wanted to go chill with some girls one night. Now, I absolutely know that we met before this night, but I think this was the "time" when we started hanging out and were like, "oh, I know you." Whatev, I remember initally really being into Jenny, but she wasn't into me. She was probably into Shawn (hahahah, he did have a minivan!), anyway, I started to give up and find someone or something else and then she started getting into me, but you know me...always playin hard to get with every girl i've ever met. So, yeah we became good friends, started hanging out more and that will lead us into the next subject (well, not the next blog, but the second to next blog).
So about Micheal and I. While hanging out all summer we started to realize that we did like each other. With Randy and Jessica getting together near the end of that school year, I wasn't about to try to steal Jessica away from a great friend at that time. We became a good couple because we got along. The only thing I never liked about her was that fucking Marilyn Manson kick everyone was going through (must've been the fallout from the hoodrat wanksta trend), and of course she was the only one of my friends to get into it. I just didnt get it, but she wasnt some "let's cut ourselves" retard, so we got along just fine. Well, not much interesting juicy stuff really happened between us (i'll save that for the rest of my girlfriend entries), but I could sum up our relationship as being "good". I do enjoy the times we had together (dating or not) and hope when we all chill again someday that she'll be around.
Okay before I gotta finish this friggin homework...Higgin's REDWINGS!!!! Yay! So, during the summer, one of Jessica and Micheal's friends named Amy (forgot last name) decided to runaway from her home in Essexville and come near us. Lame yes, but she though you could just spend the night forever at your friends house like no one would ever notice. That's what you get for smoking weed everyday and thinking the world will take care of you when you're 15. (Later, we all found out that is NOT the case) Well, of course she decides that she'll just stay in a tent down by the river. (yes, DOWN BY THE RIVER) You know, down by Defoe park and the train bridge area, those woods where just 2 weeks before I "accidentally" lit a tire on fire and found out you can't put it out using Mountain Dew, and that trees burn too! Yes, those woods. Well, she did not have tent, but guess who did...Higgins!!! So, we all can see where this is going. He decides to borrow her his tent and slip on over there "protect" her for a few nights. I mean it's camping right??? Well, he comes over the next day trying to brag about how he scored and all, but not using his dick. Now what the hell is that? Either you did or you didn't. He proceeds to inform us of the wonderful details about how cool it is to go down on a girl when it's her time of the month (or in some cases, time of every week, haha). You can just imagine Higgin's bright red haired head movin around in that shit.
Hope the visual of that holds you through til tomorrow!!
This has been some weak stuff, but i assure you tomorrow it gets into the great, naughty, throwdown, drag out, details of when everyone starts to go insane, find out what booze and sex are, and of course...some how Jenny Rowell hooks me up with my first serious girlfriend. Jeez, How the hell did that happen Jen???
Music: Mighty Mighty Bosstones
Thursday, May 7, 2009
2,000 Light Years Away
On with the vast chronicles of my life...but first. I have to say that I often like about every professional sports team, but with as much basketball, baseball, football, and soccer that I watch (a f'n lot) I do hate certain players/teams. As in Derek Fisher of the Lakers ( i love the Lakers team though), Nick Swisher (former Chicago White Sox), and the entire San Antonio Spurs roster (especially Bruce Bowen, whom I would punch in the face if I ever walked by him on the street). I just wanted to put this out there.
Okay so once high school was rollin along with the entire crew there it was quite fun. The whole group had French class together (some how??) and interesting enough, Mr Llama (the teacher) had to take like a years leave, so Steve Hildinger's mom was our permanent sub. She is the absolute coolest teacher you will ever meet. Ironically, she was on a bowling league with me for about 3 years well after high school where she totally proved over and over how cool she was (her husband was on my team and she was on the ladies). As we were all in French class we figured out that Jessica was the smart one, Gabe had no clue, Micheal (michelle) and myself were about normal, and Shawn just missed it a bunch. Imagine a homegrown Missourian with a lisp speaking french...seriously.
I somehow ended up dating a girl named Tara (not the one you're thinkin about) for awhile that year, whom was a friend of Jessica's. The thing was that since only Shawn had a car or even a driver license, we never got to see each other except for at school, or maybe somewhere with everyone together on weekends. Tara was a cool girl; the problem was that I was basically forced into a relationship with her by Jessica. She introduced us, she "got us together", and once I had to talk to her by myself on the phone each night or whatever...I had nothing to talk about. We had nothing in common at all. Then of course, in the hall at lunch one day, after 2 months of dating, Tara asks Jessica to ask me why I haven't kissed her yet. WHAT??!?!? Yeah, so Jessica pulls me aside and tells me to go kiss Tara. Now I did not do that. I didn't want to because I didn't feel that way to her and I really wanted to date Jessica anyway. So, why would I kiss Tara in front of Jessica? Who knows. I didn't do it, and I know it got Jessica mad for awhile because they were good friends, and I rejected her good friend. So be it. I had my eyes on the prize, someday...
side note: maybe I should've kissed her because her next boyfriend used to get laid by her all the time in the tubes at McDonald's playland on Center Ave. (seriously) Then she showed up at my apartment one day like 6 years later, to hang out with Bill of all people, and ends up screwing him for like 2 weeks. What the hell did I miss out on??
Well, after that episode and year...the summer was quite fun. Shawn had his grandma's vans for our transportation and other than that we walked everywhere. It was pretty much a 3 month hang out to wherever we wanted to go. Typically Gabe's house, Micheal's house, or Jessica and James' basement. Gabe's house was the best becasue his parents couldn't care less about what we did. Not saying we sat around smoking crack or anything, but it was the feeling that you could do anything there and not get yelled at. Also, his parents were gone all hours either at work or at different motorcycle rallies. The only adult around was his semi-mentalally handicapped aunt, who was nocturnal I believe. She would be sleeping every minute until it was dark, then wake up and be that way until the sun rose. Maybe she was like a crazy vampire or something, who knows. Anywho, one awesome benefit of Gabe's house was the satellite dish. The satellite was just left around from the previous owners, and they didn't ever use it because it didn't work for normal channels. BUT we found out one day that if we switched a box behind the entertainment center, it fired it up...only to show us 4 channels of international PORN. hahaha Every 14-16 year old boys dream!! Now, being a bootleg satelite in the first place, their was no sound, but who cares...it's porn! Gabe obviously was home for awhile everyday before we came over, and everytime we got there he was always in that room,. He says just "watching normal tv", but he can deny it until 2056, we know why he were always in there before we came over. hahaha ( I woulda been too)
That particular summer was also the summer of "Friday", the movie with Ice Cube and Chris Tucker. Nigga Shawn and I probably watched that goddamn movie 90 times that summer, and to this day I still can recite the movie line for line on demand (nice wasted brain space). It also became the summer that Jenny Rowell and I became good friends, Micheal and I became a couple (yeah yeah), Randy and Jessica became a couple (yeah yeah, squared), Higgin's earned his "redwings" in the woods by the river, and James' basement pool games became the times I will never forget. All of this tomorrow!!! I gotta go drink.
Music: Oasis
P.S. I promised Rob Ollette. So this donkey had this like '86 Pontiac Sunbird or somethin, and 4 days into the school year he asks if we all want a ride to Gabe's after school. We all obviously said no, we'd ride the bus...and thank god we did. As we are turning onto the bridge, it is open, therefore we are stopped. Well, it closes and 10 minutes later we finally start moving. We notice a traffic jam in the right lane. So we all start hanging our heads out the window (smart, huh?) and notice that dipshit Rob didn't realize that another school bus had stopped for the bridge opening and decided to drive into and underneath the school bus. How stupid do you have to be? This is long before cell phones and other driving distractions, and it's a fucking school bus. Giant, yellow, flashing lights, smells like shit exhaust. How do you miss it, and then drive underneath the damn thing. This just shows you Rob Ollette. C ya tomorrow!
Okay so once high school was rollin along with the entire crew there it was quite fun. The whole group had French class together (some how??) and interesting enough, Mr Llama (the teacher) had to take like a years leave, so Steve Hildinger's mom was our permanent sub. She is the absolute coolest teacher you will ever meet. Ironically, she was on a bowling league with me for about 3 years well after high school where she totally proved over and over how cool she was (her husband was on my team and she was on the ladies). As we were all in French class we figured out that Jessica was the smart one, Gabe had no clue, Micheal (michelle) and myself were about normal, and Shawn just missed it a bunch. Imagine a homegrown Missourian with a lisp speaking french...seriously.
I somehow ended up dating a girl named Tara (not the one you're thinkin about) for awhile that year, whom was a friend of Jessica's. The thing was that since only Shawn had a car or even a driver license, we never got to see each other except for at school, or maybe somewhere with everyone together on weekends. Tara was a cool girl; the problem was that I was basically forced into a relationship with her by Jessica. She introduced us, she "got us together", and once I had to talk to her by myself on the phone each night or whatever...I had nothing to talk about. We had nothing in common at all. Then of course, in the hall at lunch one day, after 2 months of dating, Tara asks Jessica to ask me why I haven't kissed her yet. WHAT??!?!? Yeah, so Jessica pulls me aside and tells me to go kiss Tara. Now I did not do that. I didn't want to because I didn't feel that way to her and I really wanted to date Jessica anyway. So, why would I kiss Tara in front of Jessica? Who knows. I didn't do it, and I know it got Jessica mad for awhile because they were good friends, and I rejected her good friend. So be it. I had my eyes on the prize, someday...
side note: maybe I should've kissed her because her next boyfriend used to get laid by her all the time in the tubes at McDonald's playland on Center Ave. (seriously) Then she showed up at my apartment one day like 6 years later, to hang out with Bill of all people, and ends up screwing him for like 2 weeks. What the hell did I miss out on??
Well, after that episode and year...the summer was quite fun. Shawn had his grandma's vans for our transportation and other than that we walked everywhere. It was pretty much a 3 month hang out to wherever we wanted to go. Typically Gabe's house, Micheal's house, or Jessica and James' basement. Gabe's house was the best becasue his parents couldn't care less about what we did. Not saying we sat around smoking crack or anything, but it was the feeling that you could do anything there and not get yelled at. Also, his parents were gone all hours either at work or at different motorcycle rallies. The only adult around was his semi-mentalally handicapped aunt, who was nocturnal I believe. She would be sleeping every minute until it was dark, then wake up and be that way until the sun rose. Maybe she was like a crazy vampire or something, who knows. Anywho, one awesome benefit of Gabe's house was the satellite dish. The satellite was just left around from the previous owners, and they didn't ever use it because it didn't work for normal channels. BUT we found out one day that if we switched a box behind the entertainment center, it fired it up...only to show us 4 channels of international PORN. hahaha Every 14-16 year old boys dream!! Now, being a bootleg satelite in the first place, their was no sound, but who cares...it's porn! Gabe obviously was home for awhile everyday before we came over, and everytime we got there he was always in that room,. He says just "watching normal tv", but he can deny it until 2056, we know why he were always in there before we came over. hahaha ( I woulda been too)
That particular summer was also the summer of "Friday", the movie with Ice Cube and Chris Tucker. Nigga Shawn and I probably watched that goddamn movie 90 times that summer, and to this day I still can recite the movie line for line on demand (nice wasted brain space). It also became the summer that Jenny Rowell and I became good friends, Micheal and I became a couple (yeah yeah), Randy and Jessica became a couple (yeah yeah, squared), Higgin's earned his "redwings" in the woods by the river, and James' basement pool games became the times I will never forget. All of this tomorrow!!! I gotta go drink.
Music: Oasis
P.S. I promised Rob Ollette. So this donkey had this like '86 Pontiac Sunbird or somethin, and 4 days into the school year he asks if we all want a ride to Gabe's after school. We all obviously said no, we'd ride the bus...and thank god we did. As we are turning onto the bridge, it is open, therefore we are stopped. Well, it closes and 10 minutes later we finally start moving. We notice a traffic jam in the right lane. So we all start hanging our heads out the window (smart, huh?) and notice that dipshit Rob didn't realize that another school bus had stopped for the bridge opening and decided to drive into and underneath the school bus. How stupid do you have to be? This is long before cell phones and other driving distractions, and it's a fucking school bus. Giant, yellow, flashing lights, smells like shit exhaust. How do you miss it, and then drive underneath the damn thing. This just shows you Rob Ollette. C ya tomorrow!
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Hellion's on parade
Okay, since lovely high school went into so many different directions for me, all at the same time btw, I'm gonna take it easy on everyone and divide it up for you. Over the next week i suppose, instead of going in order, i'll grab a subject and write about that. Most of the thing have to do with each other, but their were so many different groups and people that explaining them together and all is just as confusing to write about as it is to read about.
Let's start with FREAK HALL.
Yes everyone, fucking Freak Hall. The hall that everyone is school knew of, but never wanted to talk about. Its actual location is near Bay City Central's courtyard. As walking up the sidewalk on the right side, it was the middle hall that leads directly to the stairwell. This is the area where we all made a name for ourselves. It started out innocently enough as Randy Badour, Russ Batzer, and myself hanging out there each morning. We sat there everyday talking about music, wrestling, and other awesome stuff until class started, then didn't show back up there until the next morning. Over Sophomore year it grew into a phenomenon, picking up Tom Hardy, Mike McMann, Ryan Casteneda, Brandon, Matt, Dan Aherns, the rest of the normal crew, and about 15 others by the end of Junior year. The problem was that we caused so much shit in that hall/around school that by Senior year, anyone who was caught hanging out in the hallway would be suspended from school immediately.
We would honestly cause more trouble than it was really worth. Pounding on doors near the lockers where the exchange students sat, grabbing trash cans and just waiting to scare someone with them unexpectedly walking through the wrong doors. I don't know how many times I volunteered to ride inside the trash can flipping down the stairs. Random wrestling matches breaking out weekly, as well as real fights breaking out weekly too. Every time as certain "Dirt Smurf" walked by (that was nickname for an actual person) we'd of course yell at him. He was an asshole and deserved it. Bringing boom boxes in everyday and jamming Metallica way too loud for school. For a long time it was either you were with us (friends) or against us.
The best thing were the things everyone took part in for a long time. Maybe we'll call them the longevity trials. For instance, Mike McMann would take one of the drop ceiling tiles out of the ceiling each day...every day. And of course each day it would get replaced. Now this was fun because he didn't leave it there just to get replaced, he smashed them into bits. So, we always enjoyed seeing how many days we could go doing this before someone had enough nerve to come ask us what the hell is happening to them. (dumb? yes, but come on, it's high school). Another task was absolutely insane. Once everyone started hanging out there in the morning and then at lunch also, we decided to start throwing our trash up into the area between the drop ceiling and the actual ceiling. We hid it all quite well by no longer breaking ceiling tiles, just pushing one up, chucking it all in then sealing it back up. Well, after doing this for about 6 months, it was piling up good. Pop bottles, boxes from 7-11, and any garbage we had all went up there. We started to notice that the ceiling was sagging. Laughing as usual, we continued to this until summer vacation. Once the school year began again, I couldn't believe that all the shit was still up there, so it began again. This lasted for about another month before it finally collapsed one night. when I got to school the next morning there were two janitors with shovels picking all of our shit up. Wow, I wish it would've fallen when we were there. I would've had tears in my eyes laughing so hard.
Many other great times occurred in this hallway. Once some dipshit tried to pick a fight with me for the usual reasons. He picked me up like a donkey allowing me to have his head under my arm. Well, wrestling I guess turned me onto DDTing his head into the solid floor. He never came by us again. Or how I got suspended for knocking nigga Shawn on his ass in the courtyard at lunch while his Dad was in town (The once every 3 years trip,embarrassing) From writing on the walls everyday with permanent markers to locking all the doors on other students so they had to knock to get in, such good times. This hall got me into so much crap that I often was called to the assistant principals office 3 times a week. Not because I was in trouble, they were trying to use my as an informant. If something went wrong there, they called my in. If someone did something in the cafeteria, they called me. That office assumed that I knew everything that was going on in the school, and I had no friggin clue about anything. I hated that school and didn't want to know more than I had to, but they somehow knew only my name, and I was there mule.
Anywho, the Freak Hall rocked and I really miss those guys. More tomorrow about THE CREW, and the fun shit outside of school...how about Jenny, Stacy (my girlfriend for awhile), everyone else in the goddamned west side of Bay City, nigga Shawn's grandma's vans (hahahah), and Rob Ollette driving his first car under damn school bus on the bridge like the dipshit he is.
Music - Metallica (DUH)
Let's start with FREAK HALL.
Yes everyone, fucking Freak Hall. The hall that everyone is school knew of, but never wanted to talk about. Its actual location is near Bay City Central's courtyard. As walking up the sidewalk on the right side, it was the middle hall that leads directly to the stairwell. This is the area where we all made a name for ourselves. It started out innocently enough as Randy Badour, Russ Batzer, and myself hanging out there each morning. We sat there everyday talking about music, wrestling, and other awesome stuff until class started, then didn't show back up there until the next morning. Over Sophomore year it grew into a phenomenon, picking up Tom Hardy, Mike McMann, Ryan Casteneda, Brandon, Matt, Dan Aherns, the rest of the normal crew, and about 15 others by the end of Junior year. The problem was that we caused so much shit in that hall/around school that by Senior year, anyone who was caught hanging out in the hallway would be suspended from school immediately.
We would honestly cause more trouble than it was really worth. Pounding on doors near the lockers where the exchange students sat, grabbing trash cans and just waiting to scare someone with them unexpectedly walking through the wrong doors. I don't know how many times I volunteered to ride inside the trash can flipping down the stairs. Random wrestling matches breaking out weekly, as well as real fights breaking out weekly too. Every time as certain "Dirt Smurf" walked by (that was nickname for an actual person) we'd of course yell at him. He was an asshole and deserved it. Bringing boom boxes in everyday and jamming Metallica way too loud for school. For a long time it was either you were with us (friends) or against us.
The best thing were the things everyone took part in for a long time. Maybe we'll call them the longevity trials. For instance, Mike McMann would take one of the drop ceiling tiles out of the ceiling each day...every day. And of course each day it would get replaced. Now this was fun because he didn't leave it there just to get replaced, he smashed them into bits. So, we always enjoyed seeing how many days we could go doing this before someone had enough nerve to come ask us what the hell is happening to them. (dumb? yes, but come on, it's high school). Another task was absolutely insane. Once everyone started hanging out there in the morning and then at lunch also, we decided to start throwing our trash up into the area between the drop ceiling and the actual ceiling. We hid it all quite well by no longer breaking ceiling tiles, just pushing one up, chucking it all in then sealing it back up. Well, after doing this for about 6 months, it was piling up good. Pop bottles, boxes from 7-11, and any garbage we had all went up there. We started to notice that the ceiling was sagging. Laughing as usual, we continued to this until summer vacation. Once the school year began again, I couldn't believe that all the shit was still up there, so it began again. This lasted for about another month before it finally collapsed one night. when I got to school the next morning there were two janitors with shovels picking all of our shit up. Wow, I wish it would've fallen when we were there. I would've had tears in my eyes laughing so hard.
Many other great times occurred in this hallway. Once some dipshit tried to pick a fight with me for the usual reasons. He picked me up like a donkey allowing me to have his head under my arm. Well, wrestling I guess turned me onto DDTing his head into the solid floor. He never came by us again. Or how I got suspended for knocking nigga Shawn on his ass in the courtyard at lunch while his Dad was in town (The once every 3 years trip,embarrassing) From writing on the walls everyday with permanent markers to locking all the doors on other students so they had to knock to get in, such good times. This hall got me into so much crap that I often was called to the assistant principals office 3 times a week. Not because I was in trouble, they were trying to use my as an informant. If something went wrong there, they called my in. If someone did something in the cafeteria, they called me. That office assumed that I knew everything that was going on in the school, and I had no friggin clue about anything. I hated that school and didn't want to know more than I had to, but they somehow knew only my name, and I was there mule.
Anywho, the Freak Hall rocked and I really miss those guys. More tomorrow about THE CREW, and the fun shit outside of school...how about Jenny, Stacy (my girlfriend for awhile), everyone else in the goddamned west side of Bay City, nigga Shawn's grandma's vans (hahahah), and Rob Ollette driving his first car under damn school bus on the bridge like the dipshit he is.
Music - Metallica (DUH)
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Striking out for the first time. Intro to THE CREW
The fair was a complete disaster. When we got there it was immediately known that I purchased a XL t-shirt because I was too stupid at 14 years old to try anything on. I looked like I was about 300 lbs. instead of 110. I couldn't come up with anything to say, and when I did I was too worried that James would say something to protect his sister. Jessica could tell I was nervous too, being sarcastic and such all day in replies. Finally when their Dad arrived to take us all home, it couldn't have been fast enough. I went home that night feeling like a schmuck. I knew that I had just looked like a fool all day and had to figure something out quick. School was starting in a few weeks and I desperately needed some (new) friends. I had of course the beginning of The Freak Hall from freshman year, but those dudes (Randy Badour, Russ Batzer) lived in Munger and I could rarely convince my Mom or Dad to give me a ride out there during the summer. I decided to let a couple days pass then call over and see whats up. Nothing significant occurred until a few days before school started. We all noticed that we would be riding the same bus to school everyday, which was more of a help to Jessica and Micheal than myself. They were incoming freshmen and I always a grade past them, even though technically I should've been in their grade. About 3 days into the school year we noticed a dirty blond haired dude who looked a little scrubby in a leather jacket every morning smoking at the bus stop. (Jessica and Micheal always walked to my bus stop early just to hang out, even though it was about a 1/2 mile further away from there official one.) Finally one morning Jessica said let's go introduce ourselves. I honestly figured it was so they could ask where he got cigarettes from, but that's later. We said hi and he introduced himself as Gabe Dvorsiok. He only lived one block from the bus stop and said he just moved here from Pittsburgh, PA to be with his mom, Trudy, and step dad, Charlie.
Over the next few days we also noticed a tall gangly looking guy who talked with a minor lisp riding the bus home everyday. He always sat directly behind the bus driver and rarely talked to anyone else. Our group was growing (haha) and I said something to him one day when Gabe and I got on late and had to sit in seat 2 behind him. I asked him what his name was and he said Shawn, Shawn Senske. He always had a walkman jamming rap music on, so he instantly assumed the nickname of Nigga Shawn (not racial at all, he's white, duh) he said that he only rode the bus in the afternoon because his Grandma dropped him off at school each morning after her paper route. He seemed interesting enough saying he was from Missouri, and we instantly hit it off. I convinced him to start hanging with us at the bus stop each morning, and soon enough the crew was always walking from house to house every afternoon hanging out non-stop. This group consisted of myself, Jessica, Micheal, Gabe, Shawn, James, and a little later Ryan Higgins (much more later).
We spent each afternoon and weekend basically hanging on each other. Each of us alone would be bored as hell, so everyday we would get home from school, and then immediately get together and hang behind Lindsay School. It was odd to me having friends like this. Just being able to hang out and enjoy each others company was all I ever needed to feel good. So many things happened during the next 2-3 years (which will be discussed very, very much), good and bad, and little did I know that by the end of High School it would all GO UP IN SMOKE, only to come full circle and actually save my life during the early summer immediately after high school. (thanks James, you'll see)
Music: THE RAMONES
Over the next few days we also noticed a tall gangly looking guy who talked with a minor lisp riding the bus home everyday. He always sat directly behind the bus driver and rarely talked to anyone else. Our group was growing (haha) and I said something to him one day when Gabe and I got on late and had to sit in seat 2 behind him. I asked him what his name was and he said Shawn, Shawn Senske. He always had a walkman jamming rap music on, so he instantly assumed the nickname of Nigga Shawn (not racial at all, he's white, duh) he said that he only rode the bus in the afternoon because his Grandma dropped him off at school each morning after her paper route. He seemed interesting enough saying he was from Missouri, and we instantly hit it off. I convinced him to start hanging with us at the bus stop each morning, and soon enough the crew was always walking from house to house every afternoon hanging out non-stop. This group consisted of myself, Jessica, Micheal, Gabe, Shawn, James, and a little later Ryan Higgins (much more later).
We spent each afternoon and weekend basically hanging on each other. Each of us alone would be bored as hell, so everyday we would get home from school, and then immediately get together and hang behind Lindsay School. It was odd to me having friends like this. Just being able to hang out and enjoy each others company was all I ever needed to feel good. So many things happened during the next 2-3 years (which will be discussed very, very much), good and bad, and little did I know that by the end of High School it would all GO UP IN SMOKE, only to come full circle and actually save my life during the early summer immediately after high school. (thanks James, you'll see)
Music: THE RAMONES
The (first) day that changed my life
So, everyone seems to always look back at there life, usually when it's fucked up, and try to see where it went wrong. I do not think my life is messed up at all, but I still always look back and can trace everything significant to particular days and events surrounding those days. I try to indulge myself in knowing that I can see exactly what it was and why it happened to change me...always in the long run...in a good way. There have been, i think, 5 days that i have that changed my life in such a way that it actually put me on another path. Of course I'm not putting them here, they come along in the story, yet this is still so far the most significant.
Fast forward to the summer after 9th grade. Kent Payne and I are sitting on his front lawn at the end of a Dead End by my house. I don't know what had gotten into me that day, but I guess I finally started to realize that sitting there was pretty boring after 5 years+ of doing so. Totally at random two girls were riding there bikes about 1 block away. I (never doing this before) started yelling to them. I expected them to just keep riding away (like everyone else that day), but the two o them came down towards us. I couldn't believe it. I was looking at Kent going, "What do we do?" These girls were Jessica Piasecki and Micheal (pronounced Michelle) Jean.
(sidenote: Jessica has an overwhelming impact of my life throughout [you'll see] and it is crazy how this world works)
We sat there talking for a bit, introducing ourselves and such. It seemed that neither of us knew exactly what to say in these situations. Four odd kids trying to see if this is how random people became friends or what. So after a few minutes of my blistering 9th grade charm (haha) Jessica offered me her phone number and said to call when we wanted to hang out again. All I had on me oddly enough was an issue of Guitar World, which she wrote on the back: "Jessica 667-1923" I would cherish this damn issue with Green Day on the cover for a long long time. I was getting dark by the time we all split, so went back home for bed. That night laying in bed I couldn't stop thinking about those two girls, and how I couldn't believe I actually yelled to them, and then actually came over.
Little did I know that thing was the exact beginning of the (first) crew.
For the next few weeks I called them periodically and we all (minus Kent who's parents had him on lockdown 24/7) hung out when we could and started becoming great friends. The days we couldn't hang out I laid on my cold concrete porch listening to Superdrag all day. We had all usually walked to my old nearby elementary school Lindsay School, and sat behind it near the playground equipment. That area was far off the roads, and basically secluded for all intensive purposes. We hung out there for hours upon hours everyday, only to see me leave at 3pm each day to deliver my paper route, and come directly back as fast as I could. I really had started to like Jessica and there was nothing I could do about it.
Soon she asked me if i wanted to go to the St. Hyacinth fair. I couldn't believe it. My first fn date. I went home that night losing it. The next day I walked to the mall with money from my jacked paper route and bought a brand new shirt trying to seem cool. as that day quickly approached I became more and more excited. The day of the fair I walked to Jessica's house pumped only to see another dude on her porch. I instantly thought it was some other guy going with us (meaning not a date). Well, it was actually James Piasecki, her brother. Jessica never in the month we had been hanging out mentioned a brother (Although now James and I have been the best of friends for a long time and he has "saved' my life more than a few times). I walked up their giant wooden porch oddly and asked if Jessica was home. A few minutes later we all loaded into their Dad's tan Buick Regal and headed to the fair.
Nothing significant occured at the fair, EXCEPT me blowing it with Jessica for the first time....
(btw...i'm going to put the music I was listening during that time at the end of each of these just to show how it also played a huge part in my life.)
music: Superdrag - Regretfully Yours
Fast forward to the summer after 9th grade. Kent Payne and I are sitting on his front lawn at the end of a Dead End by my house. I don't know what had gotten into me that day, but I guess I finally started to realize that sitting there was pretty boring after 5 years+ of doing so. Totally at random two girls were riding there bikes about 1 block away. I (never doing this before) started yelling to them. I expected them to just keep riding away (like everyone else that day), but the two o them came down towards us. I couldn't believe it. I was looking at Kent going, "What do we do?" These girls were Jessica Piasecki and Micheal (pronounced Michelle) Jean.
(sidenote: Jessica has an overwhelming impact of my life throughout [you'll see] and it is crazy how this world works)
We sat there talking for a bit, introducing ourselves and such. It seemed that neither of us knew exactly what to say in these situations. Four odd kids trying to see if this is how random people became friends or what. So after a few minutes of my blistering 9th grade charm (haha) Jessica offered me her phone number and said to call when we wanted to hang out again. All I had on me oddly enough was an issue of Guitar World, which she wrote on the back: "Jessica 667-1923" I would cherish this damn issue with Green Day on the cover for a long long time. I was getting dark by the time we all split, so went back home for bed. That night laying in bed I couldn't stop thinking about those two girls, and how I couldn't believe I actually yelled to them, and then actually came over.
Little did I know that thing was the exact beginning of the (first) crew.
For the next few weeks I called them periodically and we all (minus Kent who's parents had him on lockdown 24/7) hung out when we could and started becoming great friends. The days we couldn't hang out I laid on my cold concrete porch listening to Superdrag all day. We had all usually walked to my old nearby elementary school Lindsay School, and sat behind it near the playground equipment. That area was far off the roads, and basically secluded for all intensive purposes. We hung out there for hours upon hours everyday, only to see me leave at 3pm each day to deliver my paper route, and come directly back as fast as I could. I really had started to like Jessica and there was nothing I could do about it.
Soon she asked me if i wanted to go to the St. Hyacinth fair. I couldn't believe it. My first fn date. I went home that night losing it. The next day I walked to the mall with money from my jacked paper route and bought a brand new shirt trying to seem cool. as that day quickly approached I became more and more excited. The day of the fair I walked to Jessica's house pumped only to see another dude on her porch. I instantly thought it was some other guy going with us (meaning not a date). Well, it was actually James Piasecki, her brother. Jessica never in the month we had been hanging out mentioned a brother (Although now James and I have been the best of friends for a long time and he has "saved' my life more than a few times). I walked up their giant wooden porch oddly and asked if Jessica was home. A few minutes later we all loaded into their Dad's tan Buick Regal and headed to the fair.
Nothing significant occured at the fair, EXCEPT me blowing it with Jessica for the first time....
(btw...i'm going to put the music I was listening during that time at the end of each of these just to show how it also played a huge part in my life.)
music: Superdrag - Regretfully Yours
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Hello, and here you go...thanks for reading
Hello All...First again, thanks for reading...i appreciate it immensily and welcome questions, comments, help if i forget something (or need to be corrected, you'll see why soon), and anything else.
This blog is going to obviously be about my life, but not in the boring day-to-day bitch rant that most blogs are. I'm sure some posts will be that way, but with those being in between depending on the days situations, this will be about my life...a gnarly autobiography. Every detail you will read is true, and it may drive some people crazy. Trust me, you will like this tale, and you'll laugh along the way. (well, most of it, other times you'll either die from the truth about ex-girlfriends, and other shit, or wonder what the fuck I was thinking). If you are/were in my life, I ASSURE YOU, you will be mentioned in this story (Beginning in high school anywho).
Thanks right all. To all of you (my friends whom i appreciate so much) who really have no idea about what my life has been like up until now. Some of you obviously know quite a lot about me, but not everything. I am putting this out there for a few reasons. 1.) I feel like telling everyone in the damn world about the nonsense i've done, be through, nearly been killed doing, etc, etc., 2.) I do not feel like trying to remember all this in a notebook just to tell one other person the whole story someday. 3.) To get all of the "stories" straight, and stop the turmoil on myself and Jim's brain when we get together trying to remember this stuff. 4.) Because everyone has a life and a story and when I think about mine, i cannot belive everything i've gone through...it needs to be told. My girlfriend doesn't even know probably more than 25% of my life, and it's hard explaining it to one person. Anywho...
I'm not going to bore you with the small stuff. I'm starting say about 7th gradeish today, then the next post will be the first day that changed my life. Of course, everything is the Bay City setting until way way long down the line.
Near that time my best friends were Kent Payne and Lori VanRiper. I had a paper route and blew all of my money on guitar lessons and wrestling figures (i still have those damn things too). Mostly what I remember from those days pre-7th grade and until later is honestly not much. It was before my parents divorced, before problems, before money, and before highschool (next posts). All I really remember is that I was a big dork and didn't care about much (still am and still don't). I do remember caring about my family and especially my brother, Ryan, I am often reminded of a story when I was about 10 that my mom still tells me. Back when the Riverwalk was new, we all went down to walk out it for the first time. My brother maybe 7years oldish. Said he didnt want to go close to the edge because he was scared. I said, "don't worry, i'm keep you safe." I never did look back after that day. I still would do anything in the world for my brother, regardless. If he needed me in Florida right now, i'd be on the next flight.
So yeah, i was (am) a dork, and really just hung out with Kent after school each day, not very eventful. I wasn't really into girls then, I was about 1.5 years younger than everyone in my grade and it showed. I had a few girls that always said they liked me, but being young i honestly didn't have a 'fn clue (ah depressing). So either way, pretty boring until then besides paying 20 bucks every week to Brian @ Mid-Michigan Music for what he called guitar lessons. Basically he gave me copied scale sheets and then listened to a cd i'd bring in and tab the songs out for me. Total rip off, but being a dork who was I to tell.
The next post will be the day, AND PEOPLE, that changed my life FOREVER.
This blog is going to obviously be about my life, but not in the boring day-to-day bitch rant that most blogs are. I'm sure some posts will be that way, but with those being in between depending on the days situations, this will be about my life...a gnarly autobiography. Every detail you will read is true, and it may drive some people crazy. Trust me, you will like this tale, and you'll laugh along the way. (well, most of it, other times you'll either die from the truth about ex-girlfriends, and other shit, or wonder what the fuck I was thinking). If you are/were in my life, I ASSURE YOU, you will be mentioned in this story (Beginning in high school anywho).
Thanks right all. To all of you (my friends whom i appreciate so much) who really have no idea about what my life has been like up until now. Some of you obviously know quite a lot about me, but not everything. I am putting this out there for a few reasons. 1.) I feel like telling everyone in the damn world about the nonsense i've done, be through, nearly been killed doing, etc, etc., 2.) I do not feel like trying to remember all this in a notebook just to tell one other person the whole story someday. 3.) To get all of the "stories" straight, and stop the turmoil on myself and Jim's brain when we get together trying to remember this stuff. 4.) Because everyone has a life and a story and when I think about mine, i cannot belive everything i've gone through...it needs to be told. My girlfriend doesn't even know probably more than 25% of my life, and it's hard explaining it to one person. Anywho...
I'm not going to bore you with the small stuff. I'm starting say about 7th gradeish today, then the next post will be the first day that changed my life. Of course, everything is the Bay City setting until way way long down the line.
Near that time my best friends were Kent Payne and Lori VanRiper. I had a paper route and blew all of my money on guitar lessons and wrestling figures (i still have those damn things too). Mostly what I remember from those days pre-7th grade and until later is honestly not much. It was before my parents divorced, before problems, before money, and before highschool (next posts). All I really remember is that I was a big dork and didn't care about much (still am and still don't). I do remember caring about my family and especially my brother, Ryan, I am often reminded of a story when I was about 10 that my mom still tells me. Back when the Riverwalk was new, we all went down to walk out it for the first time. My brother maybe 7years oldish. Said he didnt want to go close to the edge because he was scared. I said, "don't worry, i'm keep you safe." I never did look back after that day. I still would do anything in the world for my brother, regardless. If he needed me in Florida right now, i'd be on the next flight.
So yeah, i was (am) a dork, and really just hung out with Kent after school each day, not very eventful. I wasn't really into girls then, I was about 1.5 years younger than everyone in my grade and it showed. I had a few girls that always said they liked me, but being young i honestly didn't have a 'fn clue (ah depressing). So either way, pretty boring until then besides paying 20 bucks every week to Brian @ Mid-Michigan Music for what he called guitar lessons. Basically he gave me copied scale sheets and then listened to a cd i'd bring in and tab the songs out for me. Total rip off, but being a dork who was I to tell.
The next post will be the day, AND PEOPLE, that changed my life FOREVER.
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