Had a relatively good weekend with my parents. Sucked not having my brother there but he did call us from Afghanistan. I woke up that first morning at home with a 15 pound love monster purring on my chest. Einstein always makes me feel happy when he wakes me up with his purring.
Einstein loves the warm sun spots.
He picked up a new habit were he will climb onto my chest whenever I slouch down on the couch, put his paws on either side of my neck like he's giving me a hug, and then he starts to purr. My cat is an attention whore.
"You will come down here and you will pet me!"
Helped my Dad set up the tree before I left.
Had a cab driver tell me that he was going to be the next Jay-Z and how he had all these great lyrics planned out and all I could think was, "I just got off a plane, I've been stuck in rush hour traffic in NYC for an hour, and I still have to drive two hours before I can get back to my room and pass out." So all I did was suggest, "What if you suck?" At which point he told me I that my soul has a fundamental darkness. For a stranger he had me pretty well pegged.
I leave on Thursday for Jason's funeral and wake. His Mom called last night and asked me to be a pallbearer which I think will be an honor. She told me who the other pallbearers are and it's gonna be a collection of six dudes who don't look like they belong in suits. It's me, one of Jason's friends that was also his tattoo artist, his ex-partner from when he was a cop, two of his brothers who are welders, and his cousin who is a Marine scout-sniper. Funeral on Friday and wake on Saturday so it's gonna be a dark weekend. I hope I can deal with my shit and not get drunk and make an ass of myself.
Einstein loves the warm sun spots.
He picked up a new habit were he will climb onto my chest whenever I slouch down on the couch, put his paws on either side of my neck like he's giving me a hug, and then he starts to purr. My cat is an attention whore.
"You will come down here and you will pet me!"
Helped my Dad set up the tree before I left.
Had a cab driver tell me that he was going to be the next Jay-Z and how he had all these great lyrics planned out and all I could think was, "I just got off a plane, I've been stuck in rush hour traffic in NYC for an hour, and I still have to drive two hours before I can get back to my room and pass out." So all I did was suggest, "What if you suck?" At which point he told me I that my soul has a fundamental darkness. For a stranger he had me pretty well pegged.
I leave on Thursday for Jason's funeral and wake. His Mom called last night and asked me to be a pallbearer which I think will be an honor. She told me who the other pallbearers are and it's gonna be a collection of six dudes who don't look like they belong in suits. It's me, one of Jason's friends that was also his tattoo artist, his ex-partner from when he was a cop, two of his brothers who are welders, and his cousin who is a Marine scout-sniper. Funeral on Friday and wake on Saturday so it's gonna be a dark weekend. I hope I can deal with my shit and not get drunk and make an ass of myself.
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vellin:
It's a sad honor but it truly is an honor. I really like reading your blogs. You're so well versed and open. I always feel like I have to censor a lot of what I want to talk about. And your parents' house is beautiful 
love_darrow:
Haha, as funny as bring your Chewbacca to a War Zone day sounds, I agree that I don't think it'd go over too well.