Last Day of the Month, My lost weekend.

(The giant rib)

Lets start this off with fuck me. Yeah I had quite the weekend, holy crap. Friday i get paid and looking at it and realizing i had to pay rent this week I realized, I'm broke. What the Fuck. So I figure I'll work, So that's what I do. I meet up with Omar, Mikey and Elise over at Lucky 7's had a drink and then I walked on my way leaving Mikey and Omar with Elise. As the night progressed I ran into my friends and neighbors. Workin on a Friday ain't all that bad, Granted it still stinks that you can not really do what ever you want but such is life. after the night went on I ended up hanging with RyBorg and his new "lady Friend" we went to his place but I was kinda tired and a bit drunk.
Saturday was Laundry day over at the rents house. R & M went to AC so it was gonna be a nice peaceful day with no distractions. Then I found My newest obsessions...People I talk about http://www.hulu.com/ WOW it's filled with T.V.'s shows and Movies. I watched 6 episodes of "The Tick" and not the Cartoon the short lived and brilliant live action version. After I came down from my T.V. High I had to pick up Courtney cause it was soon time for Rollie's Surprise Birthday! Ahhh good times we all loaded into Skinners Loft, the look on Rollie's face was priceless. After some drinks and food we walked up to Pop's to continue the festivities. All was good till "panda Vest" showed up. From what I gather "Panda Vest" is the brother to one of the guys who has stake in Pop Merrigans. The only thing is he is 20 and does not have a bar card so Ryborg got a bit more then pissed. Ryborg is very protective of pop's I guess we all are. So Panda vest and his boys take it outside and Ryan is yelling on the phone about how this kid could get the place in a lot of trouble. It's very tense so I walk into the bar and grab a few of the Super Regulars and we go out to get Ryborgs back if any "shit" would go down. It seems cooler heads have prevailed things broke up and it was the go home time.
Sunday and I have one hell of a hangover from the frivolity of the night before. Sweet pea is texting me. Something about Lamp Post and her working. Ehh I ain't got nothing better to do. And honestly a day at the bar with a Hot chick is not the worst day. Go over there she asks if I want a bloody Mary. NO, Not for me but I do come up with a good hang over cure and rapid accelerator to drunkenness. A Bloody RS3. You take a pint of PBR, add a shot of whiskey, and some Tabasco, and you have a Bloody RS3. Drank a few of those looked at some Tattoo mags, ate a delicious Samwich and decided it was time for a tattoo. Walk over to the Jersey City Tattoo Co. and Jessy and Billy was working but really just watching Deuce Bigelo: European Gigolo. I went and got us a tall boy we drank, and laughed and then I went home. Then I get a text from Cherry Coke. You See we have been having a Blog war and it was getting ugly. We Talked it was good. we made a truce and then I was ready to hang out with LuLu and watch dinner for five. I was all about it. LuLu being LuLu Flaked. Now what?
Oh I know I'll go to the Lamp Post for some more beer (I need this like a hole in my liver. But that's what I do. Brooks id pouring Drinks, Chuck was Manning the 1's and 2's and I sat there with Di working on her Stand-up Routine. it was getting late and we all had the hunger. Di and I went to the chicken spot for a bucklet of chicken and a rib.
Yes a Bucklet surprise to anyone but the good folks at the Chicken spot...not the greatest spellers (like I can talk) Brooks brought up the Rib is huge so we had to see if for our selves.
Good People this fuckin' Rib was huge. I said to Di, "I can use this as a weapon. we went back to the bar ate out Bucklet O' Chicken and it was then closing time. Sweet Pea and her pal Freddy showed up looking for an after party. Me I was going home. and that's what I did. Went home and slept.
Today I worked a bit, tonight I'll work. and that's it for me, Do not forget to Dispose of all needle properly.
BTW the Rib Pic will soon follow good readers.

Truce

so I have been commenting on Cherries blog, i gave her a challenge to blog more as an anonymous person, she knew it was me being that her blog is pretty private. she texted me to tell me she commented on my blog. I called her. we talked, for a long while realizing that I'm the same asshole as she is but she is more honest than I, when it comes to blogging. She called me out. The truth is when you have a Very public blog, it can hurt people. I have learned this. so tonight after a good long talk we made a Truce. And so it is. The backend of forever, Cherry.
good night this is what she had to say she is more eloquent than I.



sometimes
its just not worth it.
the pain
the tears
he fighting.sometimes....
you just need to call
a truce.

Evan Sweeney II

when I was a kid growing up in the heights, i did not have a lot of neighborhood friends. Believe it or not I was shy. I got over it and one day met the Twins. Two beautiful girls who would sort of shape the way I act around other girls. Not Identical twins, but the other. Blue Eyes, Dark hair. They where both a bit evil but in different ways. one would Kill you with kindness, the other was a bitch, and at like 10 she knew it. They where my age, Christ they might be married by now. Anyway, they had a younger Brother. Evan. He was your typical kid, always getting into trouble. Always making my "job" hard. My "Job" being keeping him out of trouble. But he was a good kid. The Sweeney kids where always on the Honor roll, where as I was never. We looked out for one another.
The Twins, Evan and I always hung out. We made our own fun, Yes we produced our own Halloween Play for the people in the neighborhood. We had a club house made up of Pallets. We even recorded radio plays. I had the biggest crush on the "nice" one. Yet in retrospect, I think the mean one liked me. Evan had mischief on his mind always. They came from a broken home, They lived with their mentally unstable mom. their house was always a mess, so shit you could do what ever you wanted. I broke a glass in their basement once and it never got picked up. For me this was great I came from such a clean house, My mom always keeping things in order, my first taste of anarchy.
We had so many good times, we grew into our teens, they moved to their Dad's house in Jackson. I missed them but I had other friends, so it was cool. Evans relationship with his father was never good. His dad walked out on his mom when Evan was but an infant. So the Move to his dads house really affected him. he would eventually move back with his mom on his own request.
when he came back we where both in High School, so we did not really hang much. At this point His mother was worst then ever. Losing her kids for those years made her worst. Evan would climb the wall of my house and knock on my window. we would listen to Suicidal Tendencies and smoke Marlboro menthol's.
As time passed I would see Evan in the neighborhood, but he had new friends as well did I. Evan got into Hard drugs. and so did his mother, I guess when your son is on junk and you have no other way of reaching out to him might as well join him in his down fall. One Day Evan came home from what ever job he was working to find his mother in bed with one of his friends.
Evan made a call to me, But I think I was busy being an asshole.
sometime after that, Evan killed Himself. I am sorry Evan. To this Day I always think about him. Life was was way unfair to that kid. But I guess he will never really be gone, cause I still think of him. On the day of his wake as My parents and I got ready, I felt the need to write something that he would like. I hand wrote the lyrics to a Suicidal Tendencies song and at the very end wrote, you where never alone.
Alone-
I scream at the sky, it's easier than crying I'm shyest when I'm shouting out loud, I feel so alone in a room full of people. I'm loneliest when I'm in a crowd, I'm alone, and nobody hears me Can't nobody heal me, won't nobody help me I'm alone, I just need Someone to take my hand and pick me up when I'm feeling down Someone to take my heart and give it a home Someone to help me through the times when I'm down and lonely Someone to be with me when I'm alone I'm alone, all alone Alone is the way I live, it's not the way I want it but you know You can't give in, alone is the way I feel, it's so hard to understand Why I've got to be alone [ Chorus: ] If you took a look at my heart you'd see it I'm trying to be something better If you look at my heart you'd feel it I've got to keep moving on If you look in my heart you'd know it I'm just trying to make my world better If you look in my heart you'd see it I got to do it alone I've been down, I've been down I've been down, down, down so low I've been lost, so lost with no place left to go I've had emotions, emotions that you better hope you never know Sometimes it feels like I just can't take no more [ Chorus ] Seems like things just keep getting further out of hand Why can't for once things go as I plan How dare you, how dare you tell me that you understand Let me tell you straight out, there ain't nobody here that can I'm all alone, I'm so alone, to be alone, just leave me alone If you look in my heart, you'll see it If you look in my heart, you'd feel it If you look in my heart you'd know it I'm not trying to make no one bitter I'm just alone, leave me alone, alone, alone, now leave me I've lived in places that you wouldn't never ever want to be Places where for a minute you couldn't ever stand to be I've seen things, I've seen things you'd never want to see So what gives, what gives you the right to be the judge of me I'm all alone, I'm so alone, to be alone, just leave me alone A room full of people, can't nobody hear me, can't nobody help me, I'm alone I just need someone to take my hand and pick me up when I'm feeling down, when I"m down Someone to take my heart and give it a home, when I'm down Someone to be with me and help me through the times I'm down and lonely, when I'm down Someone to be with me when I'm alone I'm alone, all alone Alone is the way I live, it's not the way I want it, but I Know I can't give in Alone is the way I feel, there ain't nothing quite as sad as a person that's alone
Evan Sweeney, I am proud to say I was his friend. Love you Kid.

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.