Evan Sweeny

I had a friend named Evan. Tonight, I thought of him. He was a really great kid. He died way too soon. I am in not the right way, to properly write about him. I will. Evan, I hope you are rockin out. I owe you.

Boo Hoo me

before I even write this blog, I wish some one would punch me in the face. yeah I am a good friend. yeah I'm a nice guy, but I'm not. I want to start the fight. I want to end it. You see at the end of the night, everyone goes home with the hero. No you throw yourself out there, and end up with no a thing. ehhh, remember to always look at the expiration date.

S.A.P

Sometimes you are on top of the world. Sometimes the filler (read my past blog, it's not life it's filler) hands you a hot lump of shit. That is when you feel S.A.P. now granted I have used this "phrase" since I was in high school. It related to people who just did not get "it" they where S.A.P.
Tonight was the first time I ever put into acronym form. Funny it equates S.A.P. and we all know what a SAP is. look if you don't know, I'm sure you can find a Goofis and Galent comic on another blog. Yea, the worst part is, I think Karma may be kicking me lightly in the nuts. I am S.A.P
S.A.P is not a sap. who is gonna figure out what S.A.P stands for?
Challenge.
Remember do not point a nail gun at another person.

Life, Death, Beer and Cigarettes

So last night was another night off. So what did I do? well I went to the bar of course. Mikey call me and was over at Lamppost which worked out fine cause, well that is where I was gonna go. Sweet pea was bartending, and I texted people all about it so I kinda had to be there, right. So I walk over and take my seat next to Mikey order a beer and settle in for a night. At the early part of the night it was kinda slow, but it picked up.Cindy stopped in, Sarah, and the usual group of guys you will find at the Lamp Post. So after a much needed smoke break we walk back into the bar when Mikey asks Sweet pea, on a Scale of 1 to 10 how would she rate life as a whole. She responded well since life is a gift it's a 10 cause she is still alive. A good question. Mike asks me and I say 9.5 cause sometime life just stinks.

That is where it hit me The Best thing that can ever happen to you being born has already happened, and the worst thing that can happen is to die. Everything else is just filler. Kind of a fucked up thought that "this" is filler. I am glad to say that my filler is not all that bad, it's filled with good friends, good food, beer. yeah fill is good. Well that's it for today don't forget there is no reason to cry over spilled milk.

I do not like this dream.

Easter Sunday Night, I stayed in. watched transformers: the Movie (the animated movie) then played some wacky fucked up game online it was crazy...and then I went to bed. I had the most fucked up dream I have had in a long time. here is how I remember it.
I in some sort of school or complex and there is a killer loose and I think I was trying to stop him. As I walk from room to room it is just dead people all over the place. some with no skin. just bad. I walk into one room and there is a girl that kinda looks like Cindy's friend Grace, but she is kinda crawling she has stump arms and Legs. The I walk into a large Gym type of place and there is Pat, Tom, Mike and Sean all tied up, and on the stage is the band Anthrax positioned like the last supper...all dead with no skin.
at this point I wake up and was like Holy shit I don't want to back to that dream.
as soon as I fall asleep I'm in a closet with a lunchbox, I open the door and there is members of Kiss with half their faces ripped off and the try to vomit some yellow goo on me, and I wake up again. Finally I roll Over open a porn page, watch a dirty girl do good things. I figured this is a good way to force out bad dreams. Funny thing is it did. Porn is our friend. well that's it for that.
don't forget, to look both ways when you cross the street.

Sleep is for the dead.

Holy fuck, what the hell have I been up to? lets see well start with Saturday. After I posted a message on myspace to see what kind of Non-alcholic fun was out there I realized, there is none. That sucks. I called Miss Amanda (aka Amanda 1) and she was going into the city, MMmm it was different, and it's been a while since I had a good time in the city. So I put on my boots took out a nice shirt and we headed in. We met up with Razz's friends at the White Horse Tavern, it was ehhh. It was after my second $5. bud when J-Pac walked it telling tales of a bar around the Block called the Tree house tavern, and they had PBR for a mare $3. you know that's what I'm talking about. we get there and it looked like my kinda joint. people playing Wii, Good music emanating from the juke box, nice bartenders, Christ I got a bay back...in the City. Good times, at some point in the night, I hit the elusive Super beast point.
For those of you who are not in the know, I have a few Phases of drunkenness. there is buzzed, fun RS3, Drunk, singing, dancing, hop on the bar RS3, Bitter angry Rs3 and Superbeast. Super beast is when no matter what sort of booze I throw down my gullet it really does not hit me. So we get back to JC around 4-4:30am but I'm still ready to hit this town. The whole night I have been in contact with Ryborg and Sweet pea, so I found out from Sweet pea that there was an after hours, over at Chucks. (you know Chuck co-owner of jersey city Tattoo Co. www.myspace.com/jerseycitytattooco ) So I head over there with J-pac who is a little worst for wear. I get to the joint and it looks like everyone is still going strong, it was a nice crowd. The Pac and I stayed till I made him call a cab I chilled for a bit longer then headed home around 5:30-6 in the morning. Mind you, this is Easter Sunday. Bad Boy.
wake up Sunday head to my cousins place eat like a king, go Home and chill, all night just relax.
then came Monday! Monday I have off cause they are in the middle of switching our companies, anyway not work. Sweet pea texts me too early, had it been anyone else I would have punched them in their text finger, But she so Damn cute I let it go. she asked if I was up to anything and well I was not, So we met up she had to run an errand so I gave her a lift, we then got back to the DT/JC and she was like lets Visit Dancin T. get some "butter" and make some cookies from scratch. The girl can whip up a batch of cookies kids, she is good. Granted I helped. yea I help with the baking I'm secure in my manhood to bake. after that we walked back from her place she had to work I had to hit the rents. Hung out with Court, then hit the Lamppost, had some beers, walked sweet pea home hung out watching Bad t.v. and then I walked home, around 4:30. So the plan for tonight is to stay slightly sober, and get home at a decent hour. That's the Plan. we shall see how well it works out. well that's it kids and don't forget to make sure you found all the Easter eggs you hid or else come a hot July Day. NO GOOD.

St. Pat's Shenanagins

So you read all about my Car. I was Mighty pissed. I went home and said "fuck St. Patrick's Day it suck" I planned on staying in and watching some movies and being all by my lonesome. That plan was thwarted by good ol' Ryborg. He calls and was like get over to Pop's the Bag pipes and drummers are here have a drink. So I did. well yes the Pipes and drums where in the house, then we had a one block parade. We started at 4th, Conner stopped the traffic the pipers piped the drummers drummed and the drunkards walked in the middle of Newark ave. for about 600 feet it was a sight. then we go inside the bar that one beer turned into Many. then there were the Shots, Jamison and Powers. Then the car bomb. then I called all the ladies I enjoy hanging with Elise, Amanda, Emily, Sara, and the all heeded my call. it was a good time. Yes in true Ralph Fashion I even got up on the bar and started a Chant..."when I say Pop's you say merrigans" yes It was a Night for the books. Till I got into it with Shamus. the whole argument was over the fact that he said I belong over at "that coke bar Lucky 7's" well that set me off. I was like fuck you this is my house fuck you! well it is at this point that Elise drags me out of the bar and was like come on lets go.
so we went to Lamp Post where I proceeded to order a beer and fall asleep in my chair. I hear Jacky has some pic's. after that I went home...rather back to pop's where I feel asleep next to Cisco, then when he left I fell over and slept on the bench. come closing time lucky for me, Zack found me sleeping in the back. He then sent me home. So yeah that was more or less my St. Patrick day.