Oh I love staying up until 2:20 am. Such a rush. Reminds me of being at school.
Feeling slightly better but very defeated. And now as I told my doctor...
YES! I WILL take it easy.
and YES! I WILL stop drinking coffee and soda
and YES! I WILL eat better and start exercising more
and by god YES! I WILL stop smoking..
What have I gone and done? Smoked half a pack tonight in the car, drank an Americano and am sitting up v. late eating chocolate. Go me. I try, you know, so hard. To be productive and everything. What did I do tonight? Not a whole lot.
I did get some good entertainment laughing about the little girls at Pius who crush on Emilio. And did have some good times importing CDs like NSYNC, the Cabaret soundtrack, some old school Greenday and the soundtrack to Empire Records.
Had dinner at the aunt's house. Had some good laughs, a couple stand out. Kids, this is where my genes come from.
1) my uncle Bill getting t-r-a-s-h-e-d with his friend Roger, and comparing who had the best job. Well, I don't remember what Roger did but my uncle at the time dug sewers. So they got into a fight, Roger pulls out a gun and shoots my uncle in the ass. Yes. In the ass. So Bill chases him away and the cops come. Bill is drunk and pist off and he ends up knocking one or two of the cops down the stairs and knocking one in the head. Apparently this got into the newspaper, a long time ago when they had the Funnies. Way to go Uncle Bill. Explains why ALL of your kids are FUCKED UP.
2) my aunt complaining about how my dad constantly whined, all the time. Hmm, explains where I got it from.
3) my da lived with his parents until he was 28. *stare* Yes. 28. That's also the year he got his drivers lisence. *stare* He finally got kicked out and went to live with a few of his friends. So Ron was an arms dealer, and had a permit and everything. But he kept forgetting to put the permit up in the apartment, he finally did, thank god. So one day my dad hears someone knocking on the door, and its two big cops and they ask to see Ron. My dad looks around... the cops and or feds had blocked off the entire street. So my dad lets them in and they say over the radio "We're going into the residence". They question my dad and the other guy there and they figure out... Ron had ordered a shipment of ammunion and nobody was home when it was delievered. So the woman was asked to sign for it.. and she wouldn't. She thought that a bunch of terrorists were living next door so she called the cops. So thank god that permit was up, because the second they saw it the cops just laughed. Another good story was Ron got a package from South Africa I think, or some African country. It was a metal box and there was wood around it like a crate. They're halling it up stairs and Ron turns around and sees that something is coming out from the wood, and it's like small balls and trailing down the steps. He starts to freak out... he's probably the person who would bring some insect parasite into the United States and kill off the population or something. He calls my dad and my dad starts to freak out because of his books etc. So he comes home and he sees this stuff trailing all the way up the steps. He gathers some of it and takes it to the museum. Apparently, it was the shit of large centipedes. Large centipedes had gotten into the wood and crawled around, and were long dead but their shit remained. Ron didn't believe him so he burned the entire package.
Why did my da have to get boring?
Theres another good story about how they were living with this guy Bob. They're still good friends, infact Bob is the only reason we have Rum in the house, because thats his drink of choice. Sidestory: Bob told me that when he was younger he would go to lesbian bars and get kicked out, and he would go to gay bars because they had good drink specials, so he would sit with the homeless guys in the bar and pound back drinks. And he told me about the first time my dad got real trashed, they were in Washington DC and they just left a bar and my dad was stumbling and started talking to a rat in an alley, saying "Hi Mr Rat. How are you doing?"
Anyways, Bob picked up a girl and took her back to a hotel. He calls my dad back at their apartment at like 2 in the morning. He is drunk. He tells my dad that he picked up a girl and took her back to a hotel and at the moment of truth he finds out that she is a he. Quote: I was so distressed I didn't even hit the motherfucker, I just told him to get out. Apparently my dad had to drive to the hotel and collect a very sad and depressed Bob.
I love it. You can't make this shit up.
Okay now I'm getting slighly tired and should go to sleep.
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