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)
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