Soooo...coming home March 15-20; going back to cali May 07-10. I don't know what I'm going to say to all these people I haven't seen in years; god, I hate Citrus Heights, I hate Orangevalle, and I really hate Folsom (which is were most of this wedding BS is going on)... in fact, I hardly have any good memories of Sacramento at all. I was friends with most of these people in the fifth grade and shit; they're all kind of...well, how did Uma Therman put it?; "SQUARE".
Doug (my old friend who's getting married) is a cop who's out of the job; other "friends" I have there include childern of cops, kids who are going to school on football scholarships, etc. I feel so black sheepish...I mean, I'm a film student who's in an indie rock band, a jazz/funk band, and plays house music at gay bars and works at a record/video store to make a living. I have tatoos all over my body. I, at a guy's wedding who served as narc for the police department in high school, have been to detox...more than once
, I wear leather pants on a regular basis...oh, you get the fucking point. I'm out my league completly, and I've lost touch with all my friends down their I did relate too.
Hell, the only real reason I'm going is that Doug's mom and my mom are best friends. I wish I knew some SG people over there...oh well. What the fuck is Doug thinking about getting married at twenty one, anyway? His uber-conservative parents don't like the woman he's marrying because she's hispanic (
don't even get me started about that), he can't get a job at any of the police deps. in town (because he's not a big enough asshole 
), he's never been to college, not to mention, his once well off father ( who's never been to college either, and, in fact, advised Doug to do the same thing 
) lost his job at United (on account of the down sizing). Oh well! Not my life to screw up, I guess...
Gotta go get this camera/USB crap figured out now, so I can finally have more pics to show y'all. Have you ever been in a situation were you're seeing people you haven't seen in years, and don't really want to see, but have to be with anyway? How did you handle it?
Doug (my old friend who's getting married) is a cop who's out of the job; other "friends" I have there include childern of cops, kids who are going to school on football scholarships, etc. I feel so black sheepish...I mean, I'm a film student who's in an indie rock band, a jazz/funk band, and plays house music at gay bars and works at a record/video store to make a living. I have tatoos all over my body. I, at a guy's wedding who served as narc for the police department in high school, have been to detox...more than once
, I wear leather pants on a regular basis...oh, you get the fucking point. I'm out my league completly, and I've lost touch with all my friends down their I did relate too.
Hell, the only real reason I'm going is that Doug's mom and my mom are best friends. I wish I knew some SG people over there...oh well. What the fuck is Doug thinking about getting married at twenty one, anyway? His uber-conservative parents don't like the woman he's marrying because she's hispanic (
don't even get me started about that), he can't get a job at any of the police deps. in town (because he's not a big enough asshole ), he's never been to college, not to mention, his once well off father ( who's never been to college either, and, in fact, advised Doug to do the same thing ) lost his job at United (on account of the down sizing). Oh well! Not my life to screw up, I guess...
Gotta go get this camera/USB crap figured out now, so I can finally have more pics to show y'all. Have you ever been in a situation were you're seeing people you haven't seen in years, and don't really want to see, but have to be with anyway? How did you handle it?
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You know when you were younger and you played with your G.I.Joes, and your Star Wars toys, and one day you pick them up and they just don't do it for you anymore. So you put them down, but then you pick them up again hoping that that passion and fun will return, but they don't. They don't entertain you like they used to, but you'll always have those memories, of the good times with those toys. In a way that is how my ex felt about me, and it wasn't me doing anything wrong really.
OK so that was pretty long, sorry, I hoped it helped
There isnt really a story about the pool shark channeling...
Me and a buddy just went to a bar
...and i guess all those games i played with my dad and him giving me pointers are still in my head.
I made some good shots
later
lmh