Proof that i still have (somewhat of) a Heart
about every other winter since i was 19, the following happens:
-I get bounced between the night shift and morning shift at work because of a lack of hours. needing to max out to afford my awesome lifestyle, i opt to pick up whatever hours, whenever i can.
-These late night romps in the back of a dairy cooler usually lead to a few more nights i can sit at home and get totally shit faced. Hey, i live in minnesota, it's fucking cold, and i save alot of money if i down a 12 pack or a bottle of whiskey as opposed to going out. Since it's cold, fuck the latter.
-Usually around this time, i find myself watching alot of movies (as previously stated, shit is cold out there. movies are inside toys. therefore... tada)
-About every 2 years, i pull out the ROCKY box set and, over the course of a few cold cold nights, i watch all 5. Since last week, i saw the best movie of 06, ROCKY BALBOA, i figured now would be a good time to repeate the aformentioned ritual.
Tonight, i drank about 10 PBRs and a micholden light as i sat watching ROCK II.
Over the last ... say i don't know, 5-7 years, i've tried to kill any emotion i've had. it's been a slow process. Let's face it, 9 out of the last 10 girlfriends cheating on you... it takes it's toll. I used to be such i nice fella. You know, the kind of guy that would open car doors, cook a girl dinner, actually mean it when he says things like "i love you." yeah that was me. what a fucking sap.
i spent the next few years after being run over by what felt like about 6 trains and at least thee 18 wheelers trying to kill that part of myself. You know, the part that feels. the part that's nice. I tried to drink that part away. to beat, screw, and talk it out of me.
but every time i watch rocky II that part comes back a bit. You know why?
I ball my eyes out at least three times durring that flick.
Maybe it's the beer. Maybe it's something else... but every time since i was 7, i've cried.
I cry when rocky goes to Mick's and tells he he wants to fight again.
I cry when Adrian is in a coma, and, as bad as it is, rocky reads the poem he wrote for her.
I and ball my eyes out with a smile on my face when rocky holds up the championship belt, screaming "Yo Adrian... I DID IT!!!"
Yeah, i'm a sucker for those movies, and for at least the next few days, those of you good enough to grace me with your presence will see the old dave.
The one who cared about people and was a kind soul... not the lousy son of a bitch all you tramps made me become
but i'm not bitter or anything
I just got done watching rocky II
about every other winter since i was 19, the following happens:
-I get bounced between the night shift and morning shift at work because of a lack of hours. needing to max out to afford my awesome lifestyle, i opt to pick up whatever hours, whenever i can.
-These late night romps in the back of a dairy cooler usually lead to a few more nights i can sit at home and get totally shit faced. Hey, i live in minnesota, it's fucking cold, and i save alot of money if i down a 12 pack or a bottle of whiskey as opposed to going out. Since it's cold, fuck the latter.
-Usually around this time, i find myself watching alot of movies (as previously stated, shit is cold out there. movies are inside toys. therefore... tada)
-About every 2 years, i pull out the ROCKY box set and, over the course of a few cold cold nights, i watch all 5. Since last week, i saw the best movie of 06, ROCKY BALBOA, i figured now would be a good time to repeate the aformentioned ritual.
Tonight, i drank about 10 PBRs and a micholden light as i sat watching ROCK II.
Over the last ... say i don't know, 5-7 years, i've tried to kill any emotion i've had. it's been a slow process. Let's face it, 9 out of the last 10 girlfriends cheating on you... it takes it's toll. I used to be such i nice fella. You know, the kind of guy that would open car doors, cook a girl dinner, actually mean it when he says things like "i love you." yeah that was me. what a fucking sap.
i spent the next few years after being run over by what felt like about 6 trains and at least thee 18 wheelers trying to kill that part of myself. You know, the part that feels. the part that's nice. I tried to drink that part away. to beat, screw, and talk it out of me.
but every time i watch rocky II that part comes back a bit. You know why?
I ball my eyes out at least three times durring that flick.
Maybe it's the beer. Maybe it's something else... but every time since i was 7, i've cried.
I cry when rocky goes to Mick's and tells he he wants to fight again.
I cry when Adrian is in a coma, and, as bad as it is, rocky reads the poem he wrote for her.
I and ball my eyes out with a smile on my face when rocky holds up the championship belt, screaming "Yo Adrian... I DID IT!!!"
Yeah, i'm a sucker for those movies, and for at least the next few days, those of you good enough to grace me with your presence will see the old dave.
The one who cared about people and was a kind soul... not the lousy son of a bitch all you tramps made me become
but i'm not bitter or anything
I just got done watching rocky II
I've never seen a single Rocky movie.