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i finally read the infamous "blumpkin story". he was going to tell it to me someday, but only if he was high. i never thought to ask him to tell it until after he passed. no one else was allowed to tell it, so i thought i was shit out of luck. then, i realized that he had sent a written copy of the story to his pal pheeny. i got a copy of it and read it two nights ago.

it was hilarious. i wish he could have told me in person, so that i could hear the accent, and see his expressions, and see first hand his delivery. any story involving someone meeting a bald stripper, and nearly marrying her has to be told face to face. he was right. he is a legend.

i miss that fucker.

a girl i used to be really into stopped by today to tell me that she had moved to my town...and that she had a boyfriend. why is it that chicks are always aware that they're shitting on a really good kid's heart, but they continue to do it anyways?

oh well, another will come my way. sure it hurts a little, but that's only because i'm unneccesarily sensitive.

i also told my dad that i failed this semester at school. he was very quiet, and that scares the hell out of me.

i'm going to find a girl to help pass the time. i rule.