therealtexasguy

My condolences to your Grandma-


Any luck on a San Antonio Group?

ok, so hey, when you check out the wineries..let me know when you come across some good ones

Oh, and I know I said it a million times already, but Fractal’s new set is hot, hot, HOT!!!!!!

Strange, I can’t seem to stop smoking. I want to, but I can’t. It’s like some kind of fucking addiction or something.

Oh, and yes, I am quite well toasted right now. Half a bottle of wine is a beautiful thing, especially residing in my stomach with a twenty-something dollar rib eye steak and all the fixins.

So my older brother, G, calls me when he gets into town and says for me to meet him at my dad's house. So I jump in my truck and drive over there. When I pull into the driveway, they're right behind me. I get out and they tell me how G and my Dad and my middle brother B just stared down six drunk Mexicans who were trying to rape or attack or kidnap some girl. Apparently they drove up on something bad happening, one of the Mexicans kicked the car, and they all jumped out. My brothers are not big, by any means (well, that's abstract, being that I'm over six foot and two hundred pounds) but they stared down all six of these guys and helped the girl home.

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, did I mention that Fractal's new set is hot, hot, HOT????

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...

oh dear lord that's the hottest fucking set ever...

this is really weird.

i feel very much like throwing up, but it's not exactly nausea. meaning that i want to throw up, but not the every second of every minute. it's there, and when the urge comes to the surface it's powerful, but it goes away and then i just feel over full. funny, it didn't seem like i ate too much last night.

i want to just throw up and get it over with, but i have this thing about throwing up by myself. i almost choked to death one time when i was young and since then i have had this thing about vomiting. literally, i've thrown up three times since i was sixteen (twice for food poisoning and once from drinking waaaay too much and eating a steak with half a bottle of garlic salt on it...the garlic salt is what did me in). before that, i hadn't thrown up since I was like nine years old. yet, i have this horrible stomach and i always feel nauseus - but my "phobia", as it were, is so strong that i'll suffer the pain for a whole day just to avoid praying to the porcelian god for a mere couple minutes.

see, this is why i need a wife. or even a monkey that can operate a phone. i know i'm not going to asphyxiate again, but the memory is so strong that i can't help it - even if it was fourteen years ago. of all the ways to die, drowning, especially on my own fucking vomit, is not the way i want to go. give me a car crash, airplane explosion, shooting, stabbing, shark attack, house fire, anything but to fucking asphyxiate. fuck that.

the pepto bismal is not helping. fucking shit tastes and looks kind of expired. just greeeeeeaaaaat. i'm gonna double up on my medication, see if that helps.

i wonder why humans vomit so much? i mean, think about it, of all the animals on the planet, what vomits more, per capita, then a human? nothing, right? but aren't we supposed to be all technologically advanced and all? and isn't vomiting a sign that things aren't the way they're supposed to be?



oh, should i worry that i have conversations with myself when i'm driving around? out loud, i mean?

Actually I would have to say cats and dogs vomit way more often than humans. Vomiting is your body trying to rid itself of something harmful therefore it may signify something wrong but vomiting is not exactly technologically behind, its a defense mechanism of the body. Dogs have to eat grass in order to make themselves either shit or vomit when they have something bad in there bellies where as humans just do it, cutting out the middle man! I would say thats pretty efficient comparatively speaking!

Dont worry about talking to yourself...worry when your not sure if you are talking to yourself or if someone else is really there...

Please tell me that was supposed to sounds like Mr. Burns from the simpsons saying Exxxxxcellent.

Besides, what's there to be afraid of?

Dude that place is awesome...and I think you're probably right about the "kids" thing. Ya know it's like farts...

oh yeah, thanks to the new episode of Smallville, we now know that YES the Flash IS faster then young Clark Kent...at least on foot, anyway...course I wouldn't bet against a man that will eventually be fast enough to reverse the earth's rotation...

seem to have forgotten the "Geek Alert!" warning label

by the way, thanks for all the nice comments and empathy.

Hey you. Hope you're feeling a little better. Yes, you do need to quit smoking. And don't drink the botte of Jack just because it's there. Go give it to a homeless guy that wants it. Or make a molotov out of it. Or mix it with Coke. I don't know, Jack isn't too bad...

As for your money situation, try to stay ahead of the game. I wish I had two hundred in side work. Fuck, I wish I had twenty in side work.

Everyone's family has their quirks. I won't get started on my family.

Hang in there.