Well im going to a party tomorrow. Not much of a big deal I guess. Half of my old friends from highschool, alot of my friends friends, and then a ton of people I have no idea ******** are. SO tonight im buying a bottle of whiskey, a few packs of cigars, and a deck of playing cards and some dice. If im going to go I want to see how much I can win off of these people. Jeff might or might not be there. His mom died on the ninth a year or 2 ago. I hope hes there, I love the little guy. Jeff is about my opposite in looks, hes small, skinny, blonde, and cute. If im attractive at all its because I have the gruff rough kill you in a heartbeat big guy look. That little son ofa... well lets just say hes a little ladies man, and I cant knock him for it hes a cool kid, and he can almost hold his liquer now. Ive been working on that kid since he was 14. bout 2 years ago. When I first met him he was a pathetic little weakling that couldnt hold his liquer for anything, and couldnt stand up for himself. Now hes a pathetic little weakling, that can drink most highschoolers under a table, and stands up for himself so long as im there, but hey im working on the other two alright. Poor guy.. I mean If my mom died it would drive me ******** insane. I dont want him to feel obligated to come, but I hope he does show up even if he doesnt drink with me. I know big John and Cook will be there. If theres enough room in the kitchen me and cook will probably have one of our little drunken iron chef cook offs. Then well listen to john talk about how huge his arms are. If T.C. shows up thats going to be an event all of its own, everytime he shows up and I have cards we end up all playing strip poker. He usually loses too. He also noticed that I hardly ever loose. So if Im playing cards he ends up betting for me. Kind of funny to me. Hell put down money, win, and then pour me another shot. T.C. one of my brothers in arms. Big Mikes in jail, Hiedi gets out tomorrow so maybe shell come by. Corey is god knows where, and Kieth is in Arkansas. The old gang is gone, Highschool friends are gone, and Im all alone again. Untill everyone decides to get drunk, then they call me. Its like they decide to throw a party then they think s**t. Gotta call francis. Cant have a party without francis. I guess I just feel alone because most everybody is moving on, and leaving, and Im still here. Ohh well It doesnt really matter does it. Ill go get plasterd, see how miserable everyone else is, then sleep all day saturday. Which reminds me. Ive got to go to the bank to get money. Alright peoples well. L8er.
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