thuglife412

i just picture you jogging around Pittsburgh in a hoodie like Rocky.

we can go to penny's party the first Friday in December. i'll have to come home to get my lisence, and at that point, you'll be of LEGAL AGE!

now is the time for the both of us to WAKE UP. right now, we know whats we've done wrong and admit it. now we face the HARSH consequences because we're not only going through them a SECOND time, but paying more money, losing more shit, doing time, etc etc. im kinda glad we can "do this together" because we can talk about a lot of shit that we'll have more in common. Lord, grant us strength enough to not only get through-- but to *really* make sense enough to us not to repeat our faults. so we can learn.

through this site, i have met a few people that have these same problems as us, and each in their own way, they can help out. you already have 2 on your list: CONTRABAND and Evil. the other is on my list, Abstract_Heart. talk to them if you want, maybe email would be better. but anything helps. i'm already learning this. with every beer i have, i'm thinking of them and what they would think of my choice. and more often than not, im keeping the alcohol away.

talk to you thursday. dont tell mom and dad im getting tattooed on Wednesday.

maybe you should just call your big sister every once in a while, kiddo.

exactly what Evil said. see? i didnt even need to TELL her that you were my brother.!!!

THUGLIFE!!!!

request her friendship. i bet your sweeet ass that she accepts it.

hope you got some DDs around you!!!
ive been being good myself. dad gave me that case of yuengling and im only drinking it late night when i know im not going anywhere. no more drinking during the day. nope nope nope. not unless i got a driver. i've been lucky so far.

my journal is all about stepping back and seeing my own situation from another's eyes. as if, someone was telling ME a story about my life. thats how to figure out whats best to do. dont just listen to your heart and think everything that you want to. you COULD be taking it too fast.
shit like that is all easy to deal with. people come and go all the time, theres never any reason to get pissed. and you know how fast i go through friends... faster than underwear. just take it all with a grain of salt, you know? and yeah-- seeing people and dealing with whatever they have to you CAN be like putting that very same SALT that you're given DIRECTLY into an open wound... but in a few days, its over. just like that.

now if we can only get through the court system just the same, you know?

thanks for the text tonight. made me smile. we'll have to get drunk and sing that song again sometime, kiddo.

xo.

that $300 for the citation and the $85 for the lot fee over the weekend is chump change compared to what COULD have happened. you know this. i know this.

dont dye your hair before you go to county. dont wanna have a fat asshole. they like punk kids. especially UNBREAKABLE ones.

if i can, i'll try to come home for that. or at least as soon as you get out. we need some QT together. its been a while.

good lookin on having a driver. fo real. it changes a lot of things, and makes you feel WAY less guilty in the morning.

nik.

having pappy at the house isnt so bad. he does his own thing and leaves everyone alone. he just hogs up the phone a lot. but hes cool. and his sarcasm is top notch.
like his one joke...
"all i wanted for christmas for boom was to get her a headstone... but the bitch just wouldnt die."

... and its not like Boom walked much in the first place. shes going out reeeeeeeealllllllly slow. its a shame that shes inevitably dragging Pap with her. its a damn shame.

it makes me happy that we are all finally going to have Christmas up the country. but i hope that all the of the medical problems, and well.. just problems in general end shortly after that. its horrible for me to say that-- but its something that we all think, but wont admit.

be good this weekend, kiddo.

start working 2 jobs on the weekends too and keep yourself outta trouble. punk.

mom called me this morning at 730 (nice) to ask me if i talked to you at all over the weekend, and if i knew anything about why the house looked the way that it did.

i played dumb-- just to prove you wrong, that i dont squeal on you.

i dont know man... either you're gonna kill them , or they're gonna kill you. wise up, thug life.

You and your sister are so cute.