Life is taking turns at twists all over the place and I don't know what to make of them all.
I've been pretty happy of late, but I'm still missing a little something. Melissa's love for me gets me by, even though she has no drive to be in a relationship. It's somewhat retarded but it feels good when we're together.
She e-mails me Thursday and tells me that one of her really good friends died. I go into protection mode and just want to help. About 2 hours later my cell phone rings. It's a number I don't recognize but I think maybe I should answer it even though I'm on the phone here at work with a client.
It's B and I knew that something probably wasn't good. He tells me I hate to be the barer of bad news. I automatically think it's Neal. Neal is dead or Neal got hurt. He was probably inside a burning building and something happend. Or whatever... but I was so very wrong.
It was Pat. Pat died... he was a whole 22years old. Built to perfection. A 2 time all American Water Polo player. Now playing at Cal. The kid was a stud. Never did drugs drank beer here and there. Never did anything to hurt anyone... and everyone loved him.
But one day he just decided to not wake up.
This is pretty fucked up!
I'm usually pretty damn good about the whole death thing. I've had a couple of friends and family members check out. And yeah it sux, but what can you do? You live your life.
My dad tells me life isn't fare. That was his comfort to me. I got pissed off and I told him life is life. It is what it is. And usually it's not what you want it to be. SO fuck fare.
So that night Shelley flew in from Oakland and I picked her up from the airport. I wasn't doing so hot. I knew Pat for 13years. I watched him grow up. I was there when he started to drive. I was there when he went off to college. Last time I saw him was at Neals wedding almost a year ago. He had the worlds nicest family. Neal and B were playing paintball with me for years. They were my family. B and I went pro together. I think the pain of the family was making it harder for me then normal.
So I hung out with Shelley. I was trying to get Melissa to see me but in the middle of all of this was her trying to get everything taken care of so she can move this weekend. I got to bed around 2:30am and I was up at 5:30am on my way to work.
I had an interview for a promotion but opted out of it. Instead I left early. Hooked up with Shelley and Megan. I hadn't seen her for about 8-9 months. SO that was fun. Later that night I ended up at Mikes house. I drank 1/2 bottle Burcardi along with other things.
I was ripped. I got to bed around 3:30-4:00 and was on my way back down here at 7:00am to make the funeral.
Donald picked me up at my house. He wasn't doing to hot. Donald... Mr. I can carry fridges on my back. Mr I'll put a drill through my hand and not really worry. Mr. I can have a 32oz mug broken over my head, take 12 deep tissue staples and 24 stiches and still beat the guys ass who did it to me... was a fucking wreck.
I saw donald shed one tear in the 15years that I've known him. His dog that he had since elementry school died. But that tear was quickly gone.
At the Funeral the service wasn't all that great but a ton of people showed up. The persession line was about 80cars long. When we got the cemetary Donald cracked his first joke. "Pats up there right now not to thrilled about the service... but he's probably stoked that he can pull this much tail even when he's dead". There were so many hot girls there that it was just retarded. Some of the old paintball crew was there and we were drinking and just talking about old times.
I eventually left and went over to Melissa's new house. I started to paint and I busted my ass for about 2-3 hours. After that I drove back home got Shelley and brought her over to meet Melissa. Some people think it's weird that I hang out with my high school sweety... but whatever!
We hit Donny's and left for the rainbow. The Rainbow room is awesome. We have that place wired now. There was a huge line to get a dinner table. Even Good Charlotte was in line for a table. We walked in and Tony took us right to a table. The people in line were pissed!
When we got to our table Tony was worried that we weren't going to like it. It wasn't big enough he said. We told him it was fine and we chowwed down!
Amy the bar tender upstairs hooks us up like you wouldn't believe!
So it was fun. But I got back to Donny's around 4:00 and I actually got to sleep until about 8:30. I took Shelley home, I took a showwer, and then ended up back at Melissa's new place. I painted for about 6 hours.
The greatest thing was hanging out with Dylan's parents who were helping us paint too. They actually liked me. It's so great. Dylan hates me. He talks shit about me to his family and to Melissa. Now I'm all buddy buddy with his mom and dad. HAHAHA
Yeah thats fucking great.
So before I left Melissa told me that I should go to San Jose with her next week.
Again more German.
One second she talks about how she doens't want a guy in her life... and 2 seconds later she wants me to go out of town with her.
Man it's funny as fuck, but whatever... like I have something better to do.
I've been pretty happy of late, but I'm still missing a little something. Melissa's love for me gets me by, even though she has no drive to be in a relationship. It's somewhat retarded but it feels good when we're together.
She e-mails me Thursday and tells me that one of her really good friends died. I go into protection mode and just want to help. About 2 hours later my cell phone rings. It's a number I don't recognize but I think maybe I should answer it even though I'm on the phone here at work with a client.
It's B and I knew that something probably wasn't good. He tells me I hate to be the barer of bad news. I automatically think it's Neal. Neal is dead or Neal got hurt. He was probably inside a burning building and something happend. Or whatever... but I was so very wrong.
It was Pat. Pat died... he was a whole 22years old. Built to perfection. A 2 time all American Water Polo player. Now playing at Cal. The kid was a stud. Never did drugs drank beer here and there. Never did anything to hurt anyone... and everyone loved him.
But one day he just decided to not wake up.
This is pretty fucked up!
I'm usually pretty damn good about the whole death thing. I've had a couple of friends and family members check out. And yeah it sux, but what can you do? You live your life.
My dad tells me life isn't fare. That was his comfort to me. I got pissed off and I told him life is life. It is what it is. And usually it's not what you want it to be. SO fuck fare.
So that night Shelley flew in from Oakland and I picked her up from the airport. I wasn't doing so hot. I knew Pat for 13years. I watched him grow up. I was there when he started to drive. I was there when he went off to college. Last time I saw him was at Neals wedding almost a year ago. He had the worlds nicest family. Neal and B were playing paintball with me for years. They were my family. B and I went pro together. I think the pain of the family was making it harder for me then normal.
So I hung out with Shelley. I was trying to get Melissa to see me but in the middle of all of this was her trying to get everything taken care of so she can move this weekend. I got to bed around 2:30am and I was up at 5:30am on my way to work.
I had an interview for a promotion but opted out of it. Instead I left early. Hooked up with Shelley and Megan. I hadn't seen her for about 8-9 months. SO that was fun. Later that night I ended up at Mikes house. I drank 1/2 bottle Burcardi along with other things.
I was ripped. I got to bed around 3:30-4:00 and was on my way back down here at 7:00am to make the funeral.
Donald picked me up at my house. He wasn't doing to hot. Donald... Mr. I can carry fridges on my back. Mr I'll put a drill through my hand and not really worry. Mr. I can have a 32oz mug broken over my head, take 12 deep tissue staples and 24 stiches and still beat the guys ass who did it to me... was a fucking wreck.
I saw donald shed one tear in the 15years that I've known him. His dog that he had since elementry school died. But that tear was quickly gone.
At the Funeral the service wasn't all that great but a ton of people showed up. The persession line was about 80cars long. When we got the cemetary Donald cracked his first joke. "Pats up there right now not to thrilled about the service... but he's probably stoked that he can pull this much tail even when he's dead". There were so many hot girls there that it was just retarded. Some of the old paintball crew was there and we were drinking and just talking about old times.
I eventually left and went over to Melissa's new house. I started to paint and I busted my ass for about 2-3 hours. After that I drove back home got Shelley and brought her over to meet Melissa. Some people think it's weird that I hang out with my high school sweety... but whatever!
We hit Donny's and left for the rainbow. The Rainbow room is awesome. We have that place wired now. There was a huge line to get a dinner table. Even Good Charlotte was in line for a table. We walked in and Tony took us right to a table. The people in line were pissed!
When we got to our table Tony was worried that we weren't going to like it. It wasn't big enough he said. We told him it was fine and we chowwed down!
Amy the bar tender upstairs hooks us up like you wouldn't believe!
So it was fun. But I got back to Donny's around 4:00 and I actually got to sleep until about 8:30. I took Shelley home, I took a showwer, and then ended up back at Melissa's new place. I painted for about 6 hours.
The greatest thing was hanging out with Dylan's parents who were helping us paint too. They actually liked me. It's so great. Dylan hates me. He talks shit about me to his family and to Melissa. Now I'm all buddy buddy with his mom and dad. HAHAHA
Yeah thats fucking great.
So before I left Melissa told me that I should go to San Jose with her next week.
Again more German.
One second she talks about how she doens't want a guy in her life... and 2 seconds later she wants me to go out of town with her.
Man it's funny as fuck, but whatever... like I have something better to do.