My love of Fractal is renewed ten fold. Twenty fold. A thousand fold!
That is, without a doubt, the most beautiful, kick ass set I've ever seen. Ever. Period.
So I rented one of my houses today. One down, five to go. And, of fucking course, someone broke in to it last night. So during the lease signing the wife comes in and tells me about it. Now I feel all fucking embarassed. I've been going on and on and on about how good the neighborhood is and then this. Well, it should be fixed tomorrow afternoon. But, of course, that fucks up all my plans for the day. My older brother gets in tonight and I was planning on spending all of tomorrow with both of my brothers and now it's all fucked up. If I was smart, I'd have put a lock box on the front door so I didn't have to meet the guy out there.
On the other hand, I did get a $360 dollar bonus today, though. Spend forty of it on alcohol; Johnnie Walker Black Label, Absolut Vodka, and some good old Seagrams Whiskey. Yummy.
....man....I'm going to be soooooo sick tomorrow....
That is, without a doubt, the most beautiful, kick ass set I've ever seen. Ever. Period.
So I rented one of my houses today. One down, five to go. And, of fucking course, someone broke in to it last night. So during the lease signing the wife comes in and tells me about it. Now I feel all fucking embarassed. I've been going on and on and on about how good the neighborhood is and then this. Well, it should be fixed tomorrow afternoon. But, of course, that fucks up all my plans for the day. My older brother gets in tonight and I was planning on spending all of tomorrow with both of my brothers and now it's all fucked up. If I was smart, I'd have put a lock box on the front door so I didn't have to meet the guy out there.
On the other hand, I did get a $360 dollar bonus today, though. Spend forty of it on alcohol; Johnnie Walker Black Label, Absolut Vodka, and some good old Seagrams Whiskey. Yummy.
....man....I'm going to be soooooo sick tomorrow....
They were all happy and excited and feeling good from adrenaline. Had I driven to the house five minutes early I would have rolled right by the incident, which would have been bad, because G and I have this thing were we can't back down from a fight together. So if we're standing side by side and something happens, we'll take it all the way without thinking. Now with my other brother and my old man there my oldest brother was able to keep cool, but things would have gone bad for them if punches had been thrown. They're fierce, but they couldn't have won the fight.
Only if they had fought, I'd have rolled up on it right when it happened (as it happens I drove by right when they were leaving the little incident). I would have shown up with my truck loaded down with all my paraphenalia (military shovels and baseball bat and other stuff I keep in there for work/play/fights) which would have turned the tide. At first I felt bad for missing a possible fight with my two brothers and dad at my side, but then realized we would have all been locked up. Right or wrong, we'd have at least spent an hour in the back of a patrol car.
Funny thing was I had planned to go to pick up my brother with everyone, but got called to work. Funnier thing was I was so happy to see my older brother that I passed up some guaranteed pussy just to hang out with them for a couple hours. Still, that would have ruined my record; twelve months without sex is quite an accomplishment for someone like me. Why I continue to torture myself like this is beyond me, but somehow I know it means something. Maybe it's some kind of self-imposed penance? Some kind of warped ritualistic meditation of the soul?
oh, I did? well, it bears repeating again and again and again, as it's one of those profound truthes people are always so happy to acquire...