It’s 1am and I’m having problems going to sleep so i thought I would write an entry. I think I’m on somewhat of a life high as of late. I know it seems counter-intuitive considering the mess I made of myself but the self realization that came along with it has me more optimistic lately than I’ve ever been. First off, I realized that all girls aren’t whores. On Saturday morning when I woke up with my face mangled, I had my friends looking after me and then Jill was nice enough to take multiple hours our of her life to drive me to the hospital and then sit there and wait for me while they re-attached my lip. Ck4 would have been out the door the first sign of a needle or a drop of blood. The genuine concern from the female gender was a bit different than what I’m used to. So this revelation that I can’t group all girls into the slut category is a step in the right direction despite what Jka$h (from his signature I was previously missing out on the Kesha $ sign) might think. I also think that I have a new found respect for alcohol. Now I know this comment will draw some “yeah rights”. The Sheee is very skeptical about this and thinks that I’m underplaying what happened but like I told him tonight, “just give me a chance and we’ll see if I can do a better job.” I’m not going to go as far as to say I’ve been reborn because I don’t have a religious bone in my body but I think I’m being offered another chance to make right. You can bring up countless times in my history where this feeling should have struck me before and I’m completely putting myself out there with this post but I’m going to talk the talk and by doing so, hopefully walk the walk. I really feel like I’m putting the pieces together from a personal sense and I think this has led me to do some soul searching within myself for what I should make of the opportunities presented to me.

This is going to be a difficult task these next two weeks as I have time off to do whatever I want and that usually leads to day drinking binges into the night and unreal stories. Just to give a few examples;

  • The brawl the Rock and I started (he started) by calling some girl a cunt and then we had 10 bros surrounding us looking to fight (the number increases by 1 each year) and we had some hero out of the blue say “it’s too late for pizza” (the rock offered pizza to the dbags as a symbol of piece (see what I did there)) and he created a huge distraction by knocking the pizza out of the rocks hands and then attacking our assaulter. The cops got there a minute later and broke it up while in the meantime the Rock and I escaped the brawl and went inside the pizza place to hit on the two 19 years olds inside.
  • The time at the Princeton when I gave Jeff my real ID and he tried to get in but they didn’t let him because we didn’t look enough alike and then 5 minutes later I tried to get in claiming that they had my ID. This brought major suspicion amongst the bouncers and they ended up calling the cops. The cops interrogated me asking me what happened and they were saying my brother stole my ID and they were asking me if I talked to him to which I famously replied “of course I talk to him, he’s my brother.” The Wagon was right by my side acting as my lawyer as he claimed. They were completely baffled because I was over 21 and ended up letting me go but not before they wanted to search Jeff’s friend when the Wagon interjected by asking the cop to show him his search warrant which sent him on their way.
  • I can’t remember if this was the same night as the above story but Jeff rode Nance’s bike into a grouping of trees while fleeing some 50. I think he ended up hiding in the bushes while I picked him up to a disgruntled po-po but this was obviously a no-no because everyone involved would have been in some trouble.
  • I honestly could go on with me getting booted from the house next door last year, the Wagon and the boys of summer will never die, I had a nosebleed at Jack’s place that lasted forever and it resulted in me running down the street kicking over trash cans, sadly none of these are ending in me getting my d wet but you get the point of what is about to take place.

    Which leaves me here today feeling good and anticipating what is in store for the future. I know what is upcoming and I am prepared to make the best of it. I know what I’ve done in my past and I can only look forward. I do strive to be better and even though I know I’m all talk at this point, I intend to make good on these words.