yesterday some fucked up shit happened so i was in a super bad mood. i had planned to play cards that night here at my house. then a thought came to me: i need something to drink. of course i chose whiskey. Gentleman Jack. i like regular JD better and its cheaper so ill guess i learned my lesson. anyway, the card game starts and im drinking. about 2 hours go by and the bottle is empty. but see heres the thing. I DIDNT THROW UP. at the time i was so proud(so im told). then i punched one of my best friends in the face like 4 times. apparently he hit me in the ear cause my fuckin ear aches like blue balls. i lost my 50 bucks i was gambling with apparently and i woke up out side sometime between 3 am and 6 am. it was 30 degrees out and i was just in a jeans and a hoodie. ive never felt so cold in my life. but i was still super drunk and my house was empty. i can remember things from this point on but heres the weird thing. im laying on the couch about to pass out. and i hear someone whos all up in my zone like walking around and shit. so i look around and theres this dude standing there. then i fuckin recognize him. its this kid that died when i was a junior in high school. i hated him. he was such a fucking awful creature. i told him that his life would make the baby jesus cry the day before he got killed. so i guess JC agreed with me. anyway i just stare at him and he says "fuck you" and turns and walks away. i mean tthat was the fuckin freakiest part. like watchin this thing walk away cause thats when it hit me. i KNOW i wasnt dreaming and i dont care how much whiskey you drink it wont make you see shit. so i guess he came back from hell to talk shit one last time.
then when i woke up today at 3pm my sister goes "all you do is drink whiskey and make people feel shitty. youre such an asshole and you make everyone around you depressed and miserable"
i said thanks.
i dont think you can claim anything as an accomplishment until youve created so much hatred that ghosts come to talk shit to you. if you dont hurt someone you hate as much as you can then you are really just cheating yourself arent you?
then when i woke up today at 3pm my sister goes "all you do is drink whiskey and make people feel shitty. youre such an asshole and you make everyone around you depressed and miserable"
i said thanks.
i dont think you can claim anything as an accomplishment until youve created so much hatred that ghosts come to talk shit to you. if you dont hurt someone you hate as much as you can then you are really just cheating yourself arent you?
fusionface:
I think that when you die your mission will be to visit every soul that ever graced the fabric of reality just to tell them what a horrible piece of dried up shit they are. That or maybe yer buddy is already on that mission.
