A lot of people left my restaurant this week and last. Kevin quit, Phil, Kevin fired, Emily A, Meathouse, Cutler, Joba and Mel (both awhile ago), and Ruiz, Rachel, Vicki slated.
My friend Phil left for LA this morning; moving there with his girlfriend. I'm a bit bummed because I really liked working together. I'll call him friend, but he was really more of a coworkeracquaintance that I hung out with a lot. Not as much recently, for whatever. Great guy to work with though. We burned each other a lot of CDs and he gave me a TV last winter when he heard that I hadn't had one for a year. We also had a jail bail pact -- should either of us land in the slam, the other takes full responsibility to pay the other's way out. I saw it to the fact that he's gone plenty of times, he saw it to the fact that I'm a careless drunk.
He loaned us his truck when I helped PJ move to Grand Rapids, but I don't have a license and PJ don't drive stick. Long story short, we (PJ) fucked the trans and Phizzle wasn't even pissed when we (PJ) had to call him to come out to GR to pick up his truck. So for a guy with a rep for having a miserably short temper, he was nothing but cool with his friends and I wish I would have gotten to know him better.
So the other day I see the stupid bumper sticker "friends help you move, real friends help you move the bodies" and I realize that Phizzle was the kind of guy that would definitely help you move. This got me to thinking that the while the sticker is stupid and all, the first part is right on. Moving sucks and takes help, and only good friends will help you out. Dre and I helped Paula (&Shana I guess) move at the last minute last year. I remember that we were loading trucks at midnight on the northside, and it was the first time that I met her sister, Karen. I don't know how much help I was, but I'm sure that I'd do that for her at any time I could and that she'd do the same. Shana might not.
So last Tuesday at euchre night I asked Tree and Noodles if they's help me move, and they both said "yeah, when?" without skipping a beat. That made me feel good, especially because they both own trucks. A truck is a truck, even if it is an s-10, Trelof.
Rachel's moving to NYC and Andrea with Ray may have already gone to FLA. Andre's been planning on going to LA at the end of August. I'd rather not lose another friend to greener grass, but I know he's really wanted to go for a long time and I'll be happy to finally see him do something he wants to do. Lots of time he just bitches about how miserable everything is here in the zoo anyway.
I didn't think Jim Kelly and Pat Harrison would ever do what they did, but then they did. So it seems survival is possible even if you eternally love drink, smoke, and pussy, even if you don't know the language, even if you don't have any money, just so long as you I don't know.
My friend Phil left for LA this morning; moving there with his girlfriend. I'm a bit bummed because I really liked working together. I'll call him friend, but he was really more of a coworkeracquaintance that I hung out with a lot. Not as much recently, for whatever. Great guy to work with though. We burned each other a lot of CDs and he gave me a TV last winter when he heard that I hadn't had one for a year. We also had a jail bail pact -- should either of us land in the slam, the other takes full responsibility to pay the other's way out. I saw it to the fact that he's gone plenty of times, he saw it to the fact that I'm a careless drunk.
He loaned us his truck when I helped PJ move to Grand Rapids, but I don't have a license and PJ don't drive stick. Long story short, we (PJ) fucked the trans and Phizzle wasn't even pissed when we (PJ) had to call him to come out to GR to pick up his truck. So for a guy with a rep for having a miserably short temper, he was nothing but cool with his friends and I wish I would have gotten to know him better.
So the other day I see the stupid bumper sticker "friends help you move, real friends help you move the bodies" and I realize that Phizzle was the kind of guy that would definitely help you move. This got me to thinking that the while the sticker is stupid and all, the first part is right on. Moving sucks and takes help, and only good friends will help you out. Dre and I helped Paula (&Shana I guess) move at the last minute last year. I remember that we were loading trucks at midnight on the northside, and it was the first time that I met her sister, Karen. I don't know how much help I was, but I'm sure that I'd do that for her at any time I could and that she'd do the same. Shana might not.
So last Tuesday at euchre night I asked Tree and Noodles if they's help me move, and they both said "yeah, when?" without skipping a beat. That made me feel good, especially because they both own trucks. A truck is a truck, even if it is an s-10, Trelof.
Rachel's moving to NYC and Andrea with Ray may have already gone to FLA. Andre's been planning on going to LA at the end of August. I'd rather not lose another friend to greener grass, but I know he's really wanted to go for a long time and I'll be happy to finally see him do something he wants to do. Lots of time he just bitches about how miserable everything is here in the zoo anyway.
I didn't think Jim Kelly and Pat Harrison would ever do what they did, but then they did. So it seems survival is possible even if you eternally love drink, smoke, and pussy, even if you don't know the language, even if you don't have any money, just so long as you I don't know.
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but if you're in the line for spiderman 2, it can't be all that bad eh?
no, i'm not canadian, it's just ridiculous...
i'm so tired of my opinion not mattering if i don't exercise it by paying for a ticket for some crap i don't want to see in the first place