Mwuh-hahahahahahaha!
So I'm going through all my old shit as I am packing, trying to throw away everything I don't need (not so easy - I am a hell of a pack rat), and I find this old CD tower full of empty CD cases. I'm going through it, check it cause I know some aren't empty, and I start remembering how I used to stash money in some of them when I was dealing and plop....a wad of twenties falls out of the one I'm holding when I open it.
I became several hundred dollars richer in a heart beat. Gotta love it.
Oh, and I got a call from an old, old, old friend today. He's the one who got all strung out on meth and disappeared. Well, apparently he's on a starvation diet in preparation for joining the Marine Corps (crazy mother fucker) and working in Intelligence. He asked, again, if I could be one of his top secret recommendations (they have me come in and do a long interview and ask all kinds of questions and try and trip my testimony up and everything...it's a rather tiring experience, yet I do it once a year for my other best friend so he can maintain his security clearance). I told this friend that I couldn't cause if it ever came out that I lied for him, it would totally fuck up my other friend's career, and that's just not something I can risk - especially considering it's not my career.
Either way, I am unable to talk him out of the Marine Corps. Poor bastard. I honestly hope he makes it, but I don't think he will, and I'm scared that he might cause then he'll likely turn into a jughead asshole. Now, granted, not all Marines are jughead assholes, but it's a well known fact that if you have it in you to be a jughead asshole, Marine Corps boot camp will bring it out in you - and he has it in him.
OK, I'm going to go spend my five year old drug money on a burrito and soft drink.
So I'm going through all my old shit as I am packing, trying to throw away everything I don't need (not so easy - I am a hell of a pack rat), and I find this old CD tower full of empty CD cases. I'm going through it, check it cause I know some aren't empty, and I start remembering how I used to stash money in some of them when I was dealing and plop....a wad of twenties falls out of the one I'm holding when I open it.
I became several hundred dollars richer in a heart beat. Gotta love it.
Oh, and I got a call from an old, old, old friend today. He's the one who got all strung out on meth and disappeared. Well, apparently he's on a starvation diet in preparation for joining the Marine Corps (crazy mother fucker) and working in Intelligence. He asked, again, if I could be one of his top secret recommendations (they have me come in and do a long interview and ask all kinds of questions and try and trip my testimony up and everything...it's a rather tiring experience, yet I do it once a year for my other best friend so he can maintain his security clearance). I told this friend that I couldn't cause if it ever came out that I lied for him, it would totally fuck up my other friend's career, and that's just not something I can risk - especially considering it's not my career.
Either way, I am unable to talk him out of the Marine Corps. Poor bastard. I honestly hope he makes it, but I don't think he will, and I'm scared that he might cause then he'll likely turn into a jughead asshole. Now, granted, not all Marines are jughead assholes, but it's a well known fact that if you have it in you to be a jughead asshole, Marine Corps boot camp will bring it out in you - and he has it in him.
OK, I'm going to go spend my five year old drug money on a burrito and soft drink.
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But then it comes back to if I did the serious build from the get go, I'd save money in the long run, but would have an engine that would have to sit around for a little while during the time I'd have to save up money for the rest of the car....what to do, what to do....