I’m starting the year right. I had someone wise tell that I should go out out and live a good life. I’m out and living the good life. The sun is shining and the grass looks great the leaves of autum are on the ground.
oh yeah i want to be a fighter. one of those ufc guys. all the knees and elbows, twisting limbs and erotic asphyxiation. i can get into that. so i started training. the jujistsu and boxing. I’ll think i wanna fight, i’ll be in training, moving pretty good and looking good. till i tweak something, you know the kind where you just step wrong and your leg goes aw shit. but in fighting it comes more from savage trying to fuck your day up.
I remember when i was a virgin. it wasnt that long ago when i wasnt this dick slinging machine that the women love. i was a virgin. that didnt know how to get laid, i didnt know there was possibility that i could get shit on me if i was back door knocking, no, i didnt know i could get shit on me…. i didnt know that ,that is fucking awesome. you know whats not awesome me fucking a fat chick….look there is nothing wrong with big gals. but when you are my size average size females can fuck me up.
I treat my porn like how some guys treat their girlfriend or wife…..check it out i was masturbating to some awesome porn the other day, the chick was really hot and the lighting was perfect and the subtext was just great, the story line had me right from the beginning. I was really into it, it was really great time…but soon as i finished, i turned it off. i lost all interest…i realize at how low budge it was and how it just didnt seem as great. the girl seemed uglier. so i just turned it off. i was only 1min and 8 secs in.
There are a lot of rude dudes out there, so ladies I’m sorry. What I do durning the date, with a girl I like, is put my mom on speaker phone, while my mom is passively aggressively insulting you. I tell you that you should change your profile pic facebook because its misleading,cuz fuck you’re not that pretty. While I chew loudly and tell you how awesome I am.
I’m so grateful that you spend time with me. I know I wish for more, but what you give me already is so much. Like to feel you touch me is undescribeable. You can’t screw it up. You’re not perfect. Like you have flaws. Yes you have issues and such but those things make you. I couldn’t love you if you weren’t you. All the problems in the world couldn’t make me not love you. I’m loving you to a fault. Like they say I should love someone who loves me back….but those someones aren’t you. Its reality’s problem not mine. I don’t love a person in my head. I love the person who is going to read this. I see beauty in only you. I see art in you. You are the paintings that painters paint. You are the sculpture that sculpures sculpt. You are the words writers write. I love to create, you are creation.
Right now I’m thinking of someone. Someone who makes me happy, makes me sappy. They are amazing. I want them right here here next to me. I want to spend the rest of my time with them. I feel that it can never end. I won’t change a thing about them except one. That they’ll touch me. I’m weak and sappy so I need skin contact. I love them very much.
I was really sick I’m getting better. Medicine is amazing. I just drank some schnapps 100 proof. So I can’t feel anything lol. I got a new phone. Its amazing. I can do everything thing on it. Literally one touch I’m on this site or fb. Like I’m connected in a way I never was before. I feel I can do great things.
“I must tell you that I was always afraid of the fury with which I loved you. It overwhelmed me. I thought it beyond comprehension, therefore my silence. I felt overshadowed by the power of it, I was afraid of it and afraid of you. So strong and pure was this passion that it came out as pure venom. I know that you will always think I hated you. If only you knew how wrong you were. I remember when just the sight of you would send me into a fit of rage so blind and molten, I would claw at my flesh until I drew blood, hit myself in the face and cry. I remember the last time I saw you. You were so kind, and I was so hard and sullen. It was all I could do to contain myself. A rose trapped inside a fist. If I had not walked away quickly after my short reply, I would have been at your feet, begging to be at your side forever. It is the only place I ever wanted to be. To me you are more than woman. You are a creature of beauty, a creation of a higher order. I will die knowing that no one has ever loved you as I have loved you all these years. I will now attempt to say your name with my last breath.”—
Sometimes i wish i can be dick. Like can i do it, and be the best at it. for what ever reason i’m putting that on hold. like a part of me just feels cheapened. right now i’m just feeling like i’m being judge on things i cant help. that what i’ve done is just minuscule. that i’m just a fool willing to be fooled. i’m really doing some soul searching. i’m learning that a cat can learn tricks but would rather just lay around.
alright this is a compilation of stories from the people of Bonham, Tx. Most of the stories are second hand accounts. Names will be changed and Places to protect guilty parties.
also the stories in this form/format is a rough draft. so any one reading know this will have grammar errors misspellings, and it might not make complete sense at times. the point is get all the ideas and the story down from start to finish before i start to clean it up.
i the narrator will try to make things as clear as possible. beware there will be stories within stories. anything to make the context clear of why some of the utter insanity that goes down in this town, well rather by the people that come from this town.
okay first story.
Rob Kent loves to throw down and needs any reason to have a fight. Rob is the guy at the back of the room that says “I bet you won’t do that to me, BITCH.” To any dude that tries to act tough. Rob is Friends to Ric Murry. Ric is a man to not be crossed. He will get you back if you get him. Put them together with bottle of crown and with a room of wannabe tough guys, someone is getting tested.
then there’s Drew the Jew. He met up with them awhile before this story takes place. Drew knew of a party in Oklahoma, around SOSU. It was a big college party.
They arrived and proceed to get hammered. Many drinks later, the guys are chilling on the couch with some girls. A dude walks in and looks around at the party and starts mean mugging the place. Ric doesn’t like being threaten in any way shape or form. He’s drunk so anything that has an aggressive nature is a threat. He tells Rob, “if he keeps looking at me like that i’m gonna do something about it.” Rob returns with “fucking do something”. So Ric now goes out to follow the guy to fight him.
Now here where details get messed up but i’m doing my best to recall.
As soon as Ric steps out he gets banged up with punches. Rob steps in, to back up Ric but Ric is already put out. Then a guy, which we’ll call Goon1, is in Robs face. They exchange a few words. Rob then ducks under a bad right thrown by Goon1 which is countered by a hard left hook which puts the Goon out. Rob then gets blind sided by stool, he horse kicks Goon2 into last week. Then three or four goons jump on him. he’s able to block most of the punches, they come after him like wild dogs. He manages to back fist one goon. they swarm him again this time they knock him down. the goons start to stomp him into next week. Rob gets under a truck to get some kind of cover. they scatter off. Rob gets up and he is pissed.
There is whole scene where Rob terrorizes the party goers. there are many details i don’t remember.
Rob Ric and Drew get out of there. During the ride back Ric flips out and is pissed that he got jumped. Now, he is drunk and has a concussion. He starts to choke Drew while Drew was driving. Ric is having an episode. Imagine Vageta from Dragon Ball Z, if he found out that you pissed in his cereal.
Around this point they get back to where they started the night and rob goes home. during the ride home he calls me and tells me, this is how he started the conversation. “I’m not pretty anymore.” then he tells me the whole story.
I’m really sick with the flu, so I don’t expect to be on much until I get better. Yesterday I couldn’t even talk and felt like I was swallowing knives, today I can’t breathe at all and have a terrible fever. ;-;
I’m just going to continue laying here, watching my favorite shows and cradling the box of tissues. Hoping it will disappear over the weekend, instead of getting worse.
am i dick for liking this post? anyway, i hope you get better Sickypants. yes im coming up with cute little nicknames that are ill themed. yes i might be an ass, but this ass is looking forward to you getting better. Get Well, Germsta.