Hi, I will make the occasional monthly appearance...I'm going to San Marcos, Texas to join Job Corps. I need a vacation from my idiot father.
This is what happened to me this weekend. I've been gone because of the occasional lame-ass drama that happens in my life, but after this I took life more seriously.
"Saturday, May 14, 2005
I was "unofficially banished" from my family today. And days ago, Christina said that she wanted to leave and let me walk my seperate path, and after my father attacked me today, I decided that the road would be Death's road. I stormed out saying "**** it all." and strolled all around Channelview.
I was aching to die and kill my pain. Luckily for me, I ran into a group of thugs on Woodforest. They were surrounding me, then my cell phone rings. A knife comes headed for my ribs and I slap it away from the wielder, I got my stick and thrusted it in one of the thugs chest, and I shoved another to the ground and stood with a fearless gaze. Apparently, I still got some of the old demonic fighter left in me because I think they thought I was ready to kill them after ****ing with me. But I wasn't. I hate street thugs and gangs...they are a bunch of cowards. And tonight proves it, but I was hoping to get proven wrong in this case, which sometimes happens. I'm not a skilled fighter, but I am good at making people think I am. I can stand tall and walk tall, and I'm even more powerful when I feel like I've got nothing else to lose. It's frightening. I don't want to ever have be that way ever again.
I get my cell phone off of my clip after the four punks got away and waited for me on the other end of the street. Once I did that, they left (perhaps they thought I was calling the cops on them)...but it was a call from Christina...I listened to her voice message and she was crying. She was worried sick about me...and I was ready to die, up until that point. I summoned up whatever strength in me that I could to call her back and I chewed her out.I feel bad for it now, but I can understand why she called...its obvious. She doesn't want me to die. She thought I was died when I didn't pick up (and ironically, I could have been at that very moment when I was standing off with those punks)."
Christina is my ex-girlfriend...basically if she didn't call me when she did, I would have been dead that day...and no, I am not a good fighter at all, I just got lucky that night...I haven't fought in years. As you can imagine, my life in family and friends has been tough lately, very tough.
But the suicidal stuff really got out of me when that night was over. Anyways, how have you guys been. I'm missing Star Wars: Episode III!!
This is what happened to me this weekend. I've been gone because of the occasional lame-ass drama that happens in my life, but after this I took life more seriously.
"Saturday, May 14, 2005
I was "unofficially banished" from my family today. And days ago, Christina said that she wanted to leave and let me walk my seperate path, and after my father attacked me today, I decided that the road would be Death's road. I stormed out saying "**** it all." and strolled all around Channelview.
I was aching to die and kill my pain. Luckily for me, I ran into a group of thugs on Woodforest. They were surrounding me, then my cell phone rings. A knife comes headed for my ribs and I slap it away from the wielder, I got my stick and thrusted it in one of the thugs chest, and I shoved another to the ground and stood with a fearless gaze. Apparently, I still got some of the old demonic fighter left in me because I think they thought I was ready to kill them after ****ing with me. But I wasn't. I hate street thugs and gangs...they are a bunch of cowards. And tonight proves it, but I was hoping to get proven wrong in this case, which sometimes happens. I'm not a skilled fighter, but I am good at making people think I am. I can stand tall and walk tall, and I'm even more powerful when I feel like I've got nothing else to lose. It's frightening. I don't want to ever have be that way ever again.
I get my cell phone off of my clip after the four punks got away and waited for me on the other end of the street. Once I did that, they left (perhaps they thought I was calling the cops on them)...but it was a call from Christina...I listened to her voice message and she was crying. She was worried sick about me...and I was ready to die, up until that point. I summoned up whatever strength in me that I could to call her back and I chewed her out.I feel bad for it now, but I can understand why she called...its obvious. She doesn't want me to die. She thought I was died when I didn't pick up (and ironically, I could have been at that very moment when I was standing off with those punks)."
Christina is my ex-girlfriend...basically if she didn't call me when she did, I would have been dead that day...and no, I am not a good fighter at all, I just got lucky that night...I haven't fought in years. As you can imagine, my life in family and friends has been tough lately, very tough.
But the suicidal stuff really got out of me when that night was over. Anyways, how have you guys been. I'm missing Star Wars: Episode III!!
(That's what the ones in Ohio sounded like)
Succinct and to the point, Big Rick.
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