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to say last nite was interesting would be an understatement. the first ten minutes alone had to have been the oddest ten minutes i have experienced in awhile. as trav and i were finishing up our road sodas, i look out into the parking lot and there is this grl so lost out of her mid she didnt even realize she had either piss or beer all over the front of her jeans. she was walking around the parking lot by herself i assume looking for her car. she walked right by us and didnt even realize we were there. that amused us for a good five minutes.

so we walk in and there is a swarm of police officers near the front of the door and i look inside and i see two grls just drop and hit the floor. the lady at the front of the place goes “yeah they just hit those grls with the stun gun”. the cops pulled the grls up handcuffed them and escorted them out the door. all these guys were following behind, i guess someones girlfriend got into with someone else.

as we walk further into the place it smelled as though i was back in high school in the locker room. i hadnt smelled that funk in a good eight years. then this guy comes up and starts dancing right in front of me, and i was like umm can i help you and he turned around so i could get a better look at him and it turned out to be a friend of mine from austin. he was just fucking around with me.

so we go and grab a beer and just start bullshitting. thats when i saw her and she of course didnt see me. i can never understand how people overlook me or dont see me there. to make a short story long…it was a very interesting evening.

i got home at around 330. got up at nine and now im headed back to work.

even in your drunken stupor it was nice to see you 2nite. too bad you were too busy…

In the early days of the space program, NASA spent millions of dollars to develop a ballpoint that would write in a zero gravity vacuum in extreme temperature conditions. The Russians used pencils. Have a happy tax day!

this past fri nite i was in the company of greatness. jerry jeff and willie played here in waco and it was a magical nite. i know this is one of those concert 15 years from now i will be able to say that i saw. it was incredible.

seeing jerry jeff up on stage reminded me of the nite that i had the best sleep ever. as some of you know and i guess everyone else will now know, i have become friends with django over the past year and half. django was playing at hills cafe one nite last summer and i had the opportunity to go to the show with him. afterwards we went and grabbed something to eat at magnolia and he said i could crash at his house if i wanted. now as a kid growing up in high school the highlight of the year was going to the fair in october every year to see jerry jeff play. and to have the opportunity to hang out with him as an older person is one that i couldnt pass on. well django informed me that i would be sleeping on the third floor. i go into “my room” and it is ice cold. i love sleeping in cold conditions. not only was it ice cold, it was pitch black. there was not a stitch of light penetrating the windows in this room. it was as close to a third floor cave that exisited.

waiting for the next friendly face
that can whisk you off to some unheard of place
someone to change your ordinary life
someone to make you really feel alive
something about you that i just cant pin
maybe thats why im startin all over again
but i know you couldnt stay
i think about that moment just about every single day
waiting for those feelings to fade
so i can act the same
so i can act the same as before you came

i am ok. people have been asking me everywhere i go if i am alright. so to answer your question, yes i am fine, thanks for asking…

this weekend was crazy nuts. it started promptly at 4:15p when i got off work. i got the first beer of many for the weekend right around the corner from work. i raced home to pack and get ready to drive to glen rose to meet up with marge and her teacher friends. mike trav and i get there right around 7p and stop at this gas station on the outskirts of glen rose to use the facilities. it had to have been the smallest restroom i have ever been in. even smaller than the port o potties. we get to the concert and i was blown away by this venue. i was expecting cowshit and hay everywhere. boy was i wrong. it was pristine. i dont remember much from the concert other than we were having so much more fun than everyone else. i do remember over paying for beer and the people pouring the beer were putting coors bud and miller all in the same cup. gross. we also decided to do the wave when pat played wave on wave. yeah we were drunk. but alas had a good time.

after the concert we hit up waffle house. regardless of the time, waffle house is always good for a laugh. and this was no disappointment. there was this older gentleman there who got up from his table promptly put his aunt jemima syrup underneath his arm as though it was his newspaper and strolled out the door. as he was leaving all the waitresses said bye to him and that they would see him 2morrow. i was on the floor laughing. it was the oddest funniest waffle house experience i have ever had.

so we get back to margarets and of course trav and i are wired so we decided to stay up and think of all the seinfeld references we could. that was a good hour and half.

saturday we woke up at 7am. for no reason at all. so at 9 me and trav decide to get the day started off right. headed to the pool popped the top on the first beer of the morning yes that is 9am, and relaxed poolside for a few hours. the only reason we got up and left at 130p was to go and get more beer. we went to bennigans and got some food and had a few shots. at this point it was no turning back. we ran up a $90 bill and then headed back to the pool. we sat around for another few hours drinking more beer just socializing.

around 8 margaret wanted to go check out the purple cow. i was none to impressed with the purple cow. the food wasnt that great and the service blew.

after the cow we headed downtown but couldnt find a parking spot so we went to this irish pub down the street from her apartment. and its a good thing. man another few jager shots and a pitcher or three of harp and a few red snappers, good lord we were all on the lean. trav was still drunk when he awoke sunday, around 130p.

sunday was spent sleeping. all day. it was nice. except for the hour i was glued to the tv watching sopranos.

work is keeping me busy. but my schedule is now the 330p to midnite shift. so i will be able to adjust accordingly. everyday is a challenge, and i really enjoy that. ok this post should keep people at bay while something else crazy happens in my life…

ive been listening to this song. and i just cant bring myself to write anything. i was going to…but now i am not. i am not going to be able to sleep tonite. at all. fuck…

one thing
restless tonight
cause i wasted the light
between both these times
i drew a really thin line
its nothing i planned
and not that i can
but you should be mine
across that line
if i traded it all
if i gave it all away for one thing
just for one thing
if i sorted it out
if i knew all about this one thing
wouldnt that be something
i promise i might
not walk on by
maybe next time
but not this time
even though i know
i dont want to know
yeah i guess i know
i just hate how it sounds

and im taking away the comments for awhile cause there are a lot of fucking idiots out there that think shit is funny, but you know the real funny thing is i can see the IP address of those who visit. cover your tracks better if you think you are smart and want to be funny. asshole.