joenobody

things have been too crazy this week. a game at work almost got me into 2 fist fights with the same guy. who's like 300 lbs. seriously.

and last weekend i was at a show and a bunch of people from this bar were playing barroom hero and they were trying to start with my friends. so some shit went down, and this other 300lb guy tried to fight me for no reason, then he got run over by a friend of mine in a truck. the fat guy had been trying to start with this kid earlier.

it's fucked up because i almost got run over too. like he didn't care who he was driving that truck into. this marks the 3rd time this year i've almost died. i'm okay though. the other guy isn't. i wouldn't wish anything like that on anyone, but it's hard to feel sorry for some guy who was going around trying to bully people. i don't think i'll be hanging out with that kid who drove the truck anymore though. i knew he was a loose cannon, but i really don't need this shit.

i don't go looking for trouble, trouble comes looking for me.

i don't care, I've got some big plans this winter, and with a little luck, and a little more hard work, i'll be able to travel outside the us for the first time in my life.