after the weekend yesterday was one of them all day long drinking binges. i waited til the afternoon and then I actually decided to have what I'll call "a socialable moment" with my neighbors. i actually don't care for any of them(all 3 of them), but two of them were out drinking in the patio area so I decided to join them with some beer and we all, actually had some good chuckles. the one behind me that I beat up acouple weeks back is moving out. kinda weird how i feel on that because alot of times I think the guy is a total fucking idiot, but now that he's moving out...it makes me wonder what other jackass I'm gonna have to break in. sometjhing worse than the current morn? man...someone worse? just the thought of someone worse than the current jackass doesn't make me feel too good.
but...the one that's moving out? he's giving away all sorts of shit so he doesn't have to pack it up. so I inherited a very nice pair of yahama stereo speakers. now I normally just play my tunes on my computer. had no need to really get a stereo. so my thought was "how can I hook these up to my computer"? hee hee he..I found a way, with some very tricky "splicing" of stereo wires and the plug that goes into my computer. I hooked these big mother fuckers up. they handle 140 watts each (which is, VERY LOUD) and compared to the little shit speakers I had going before. these fuckers pump it out with some real nice bass to it. i have more tunes i like on my puter over having cds for a stereo(alot of stuff I like you can't get here in this area or even when I lived in new hampshire, boston was the closest where i could get it when i lived in NH, and chicago is the closest from here). so I just download shit and am very happy with that.
anyway my friend josh showed up and wondered if i was interested in heading out for a few drinks withg him since he had the night off. He could tell i was pretty "lit up" but he said he didn't care and that some of the best one liners come out of me when I'm like this. so I said "let me get my boots and shit, and we'll go". he, his g/f becka, his friend jake and i went to the sandbar. I met em up there as i wanted to take the harley, and I actually took the 9mm with me this time. to me it was like being "in good hands with allstate" knowing I had that with me, because you just never know. so we went to the new sandbar and put quite a few in us while pumping the jukebox and shooting pool. Josh and i partnered up whe others wanted to shoot partners. Josh openly says he's an ok pool player but that where he lacks I seem to pick up the slack(thanks to an old man named walt in NH who showed me quite a few things as he to this day can still hustle guys for money, he is THAT good. Walt showed me how to slow down and to spot certain "weaknesses", like they shoot too hard, power shots aren't working for them, defense shit. walt showed me alot I use alot now which has improved my game 125%).
of course...acouple hours into this some moron starts up with josh while I'm at the bar ordering another beer and dinner(sandbar has THE best burgers, bar none). so here I am watching 3 guys jabbing Josh on a shot I saw on the pool table. so i walk up, trench coat and all and back him him up. I looked at the three morons who I found out later weren't from around here (they were from eau claire, small ass town 40 minutes from here) and I said "I see so many 'players' but I don't see a coach". it took em a minute before they realized i insulted them, slow on the intake some are here in this state. words went back and forth and then one of them said "you know what trenchcoat boy(meaning me), You back him up I'l just cut you now". I chuckled and said "real good of you, bringing a knife to a gun fight". he hesitated and i opened up my trench coat and he saw my 9 mm right in a holster. in wisconsin you can carry a concealed weapon now as long as you have a licence for it. I do and don't mind showing it if need be. I said "you realy wanna take this to the next level? you'll lose because we go outside? I swear as God as my witness, i'll pistol whip the shit out of you and then put a bullet in you, just like that...just that final, cause in this town, the locals know I'm one of those that isn't one to be fucked with".one of them went to the bar and I can hear him trying to tell the bartender I have a gun. Tony the bartender said "I heard he bought one, i don't know him but i do know not many want to fuck with him, whether he has it with him or not". i looked at the other two and said "well? your choice, your man there with the knife just got punked by me, you two wanna take this further"?
what it was was they tried to cheat on the pool table and weren't smart enough to get away with it. so one of the others challenges Josh to a game for 20 bucks. thinking he can get over on this situation. I said "how about this...partners, josh and I against you two...not for $20 bucks, but best of three games, for $200. you got the balls for that"? they hesitated and I pulled $200 bucks out of my wallet and laid it on the pool table. I then said "put up..or shut up and walk, right now, walk right the fuck outta here". they went to the bar, grabbed their friend and walked...right the fuck out, and me being the asshole I am, added. "just as I thought" as they left. I hate it when guys talk all sorts of shit, blow all sorts of smoke and then when you show you're the one who has the fire, they back down and wimp out. I hate pussys like so much, makes me happy to know I am who i am and one of the few that have some real balls in this town. then again, you have to leave it to a real chicagoan like me (not one from the suburbs) to put the dipshits in line every time. why is it i always have to be the one who shows real balls? don't ask me. it was the same shit in NH when i lived there, the wanabes from boston always backed down when i confronted them. guess when push comes to shove. I am one of the last of the legit tough guys and prove it without a shadow of doubt, that's just the way it is. not my fault this country has alot of pussys in it.
i was out til almost bar time, hey..i'm off for 2 days so I can do what i want how i want and answer to nobody but God when i die. that's just how i am and anybody who really knows me, knows that's just how it is because as the line from the song "free bird" goes. "this bird you'll never change".
talked to my best friend rae in NH tonight. I wanted to know about my friend sadie's funeral. rae carried out my request to a tee. 250 people showed up for her wake and funeral. which right there if sadie was looking down from above, she would see that she was indeed liked, loved and endeared by many many...what the dover police had tried to spin as a "suicide" wasn't that at all. they saw something that was a page from an old bible with part of the page highlighted that she used as a marker in her current bible and decided that THAT was her suicide note.. let me tell you. their incompentence and lack or REAL investigating and usuing that as a copout to real investigating effects many people's lifes who knew her. and yet you don't hear the police apologizing for that mistake either. of course not because that would mean they'd have to admit they were wrong and need to go to investigation school.
Rae and I both admitted that this weekend will be one where we will realize how much we miss each other and our friendship. somersowrth NH has their annual children's festival and that was the one thing her and I always did together every year. the first time we went there we were in heated arguments with each other and she decided to use that as our way to air things out...nice choice huh, a children's festival to air out differences, lol. after that year her and I always made it a point that her and I always went to it together no matter what. we'd goof off, I'd buy her sour dough and make fun of the fact that shit tastes worse than the worst frozen pizza you can get. I'd wind up throwing a dart at a poster or balloon and getting something for me and then for her or visa versa. this is the second year we're not doing that together but as she said. I'll be there in spirit in many ways this saturday, lol.
guess julie has realized her crazy latino bullshit wasn't gonna get to me. she should've known as she knows I went thru the same hispanic crazy shit with debbie too many times and we all know where I planted debbie's ass. right at the curb where she belongs, and now julie joins her, lol.
I read debbie's little post trying to brag about being with hell's angels at laconia bike week. she really needs to stop with her lies because all one has to do is look alittle bit online and knowing her husband is "supposed" to be a member of the mountain men motorcycle club (how he's a member when he has no motorcycle and not even a motorcycle licence mind you...is beyond me, gues having a hotwheels model of a harley he thinks he's a member, a DUH!). it's well known fact that the hell's angels and the mountain men don't get along, so if debbie's husband is a member of the mountain me, there's no f'n way they were hanging with hell's angels. why weren't they with the mounhtain men if her husband keith is a member of that club? aaaa DUH! again debbie can't keep her lies straight no matter how much she tries and brags. mountain men and hell's angels? rriigghtt.. that's as good as outlaws hanging with hell's angels and they've had a rivalry that's been going on sice the 70's. nice try debbie. try better and more convincing lies, dipshit. you just got busted again, dumbass. and people wonder why I dumped her dumbass...lies like that are just the tip of the iceberg.
if i ever decide i want more of a relationship than a one night stand? lesbians, bipolar bitches and the emotional fuckups need not apply, ok?
Current Mood: having a god buzz going
Current Music: buckcherry- lit up (i forgot how much i love this song)
