I want to start off by telling everyone about why i got into writing…
I keep a journal in which I write recollections and reflections of my life. I find it a very therapeutic way of embracing emotions and coming to grips with events that have shaped my world, my life for the good and the bad at time (well at least it felt that way at the time, but feeling hurt or hitting rock bottom, in my own right, are what built us stronger, right)?.
Writing and laugher are much cheaper than therapy.
Everybody has a story. I'm of the opinion that our past shapes our future. It amazes me to think where I might be today if I hadn't done some of the things I've done or not met some of the wonderful/horrible people who've helped me shaped my life. I have to admit.... I have had so pretty funny things happen in my life, with many of you reading this being apart of these funny events, which at times they didn't seem so funny while they were unfolding. My blog will be about the events that have happened in my life through my eyes.
I have learned to brush things off that cannot be changed and are out of my control. Sometimes, completely avoiding those things/situations that have a negative affect on me. Or so I think?
This leads me into the fact of if you know me personally,
You know that I can't stand being sober around drunk people. It sometimes makes me view you in a different light… (I could only imagine what a sober person thinks of me while I am "letting lose," but then again YOLO… That is what the kids are calling their irresponsibility, right?)
Which, leads to a funny story from the book that I have been writing? A situation I wish I could have not been apart of at the time because of the embarrassment I felt for my friend "Frank" who had one hell of a Saturday night in 2012 that I thought I would share.
Again, situations I try and avoid but was so happy to be apart of in my own fucked up way.
We're told he remembers none of it, but the five of us and definitely his next-door neighbor, will never forget. Frank somehow ended up in their apartment that Saturday night, his shirt tied around his neck like a cape. The story was mostly downhill from there….
A night out, can do this to you, even when you have had a "tolerance," (replace with "drinking problem"), for quite some time. The five of us and Frank where out at a bar, But Frank decided to get very, very drunk, as he tends to do. He donned his superhero disguise.
As we spilt into two groups at last call. Myself and two others had the pleasure of being in the same car as his drunk ass on the home. Frank, wearing his shirt-cape the entire way.
After everyone parked (remind you, in his drive way) then went inside, Frank was out of the car and walking (stumbling) right behind us. So we though, We hear a commotion start next door just minutes later.
Screaming and banging, that was when we noticed "Frank" was not in the house. Running next door to see what was going on, like most nosey people that die in horror movies do, we see a "situation unfolding" before our eyes.
"Frank accidentally" entered the wrong townhouse.
Frank was running around in circles pretending to fly. While flight is not among "Super Frank's" powers, pulling down his pants and peeing on his neighbors couch apparently was. Managing to stagger back to his house after his "SuperFrank" mission was complete and us all standing there in disbelief of what we just witnessed. (Super Frank was lucky that his neighbor was a very peaceful, against violence, hippie type of person!!!)
We all decided that the only way to get Super Frank to go to sleep, was if we left and went to another friends townhouse a block away, and leaving the chick he was fucking at the time to "put" him to sleep.
Upon everyone walking back to Super Frank's man cave in the morning to pick up our cars, (who am i kidding, to continue to drink our hangovers away, Sunday Fun-day style), Super Frank received this friendly note taped to his door. ( See below)
I couldn't help but want to pee my pants with laugher at the site of all this "situation" unfolding that glorious Saturday night and seeing the even better note that Sunday morning, of someone else's life lesson. Let's just say, "Super Frank" stopped drinking for a good thunk of time.
(Names have been changed and/or not included to protect their privacy)
I keep a journal in which I write recollections and reflections of my life. I find it a very therapeutic way of embracing emotions and coming to grips with events that have shaped my world, my life for the good and the bad at time (well at least it felt that way at the time, but feeling hurt or hitting rock bottom, in my own right, are what built us stronger, right)?.
Writing and laugher are much cheaper than therapy.
Everybody has a story. I'm of the opinion that our past shapes our future. It amazes me to think where I might be today if I hadn't done some of the things I've done or not met some of the wonderful/horrible people who've helped me shaped my life. I have to admit.... I have had so pretty funny things happen in my life, with many of you reading this being apart of these funny events, which at times they didn't seem so funny while they were unfolding. My blog will be about the events that have happened in my life through my eyes.
I have learned to brush things off that cannot be changed and are out of my control. Sometimes, completely avoiding those things/situations that have a negative affect on me. Or so I think?
This leads me into the fact of if you know me personally,
You know that I can't stand being sober around drunk people. It sometimes makes me view you in a different light… (I could only imagine what a sober person thinks of me while I am "letting lose," but then again YOLO… That is what the kids are calling their irresponsibility, right?)
Which, leads to a funny story from the book that I have been writing? A situation I wish I could have not been apart of at the time because of the embarrassment I felt for my friend "Frank" who had one hell of a Saturday night in 2012 that I thought I would share.
Again, situations I try and avoid but was so happy to be apart of in my own fucked up way.
We're told he remembers none of it, but the five of us and definitely his next-door neighbor, will never forget. Frank somehow ended up in their apartment that Saturday night, his shirt tied around his neck like a cape. The story was mostly downhill from there….
A night out, can do this to you, even when you have had a "tolerance," (replace with "drinking problem"), for quite some time. The five of us and Frank where out at a bar, But Frank decided to get very, very drunk, as he tends to do. He donned his superhero disguise.
As we spilt into two groups at last call. Myself and two others had the pleasure of being in the same car as his drunk ass on the home. Frank, wearing his shirt-cape the entire way.
After everyone parked (remind you, in his drive way) then went inside, Frank was out of the car and walking (stumbling) right behind us. So we though, We hear a commotion start next door just minutes later.
Screaming and banging, that was when we noticed "Frank" was not in the house. Running next door to see what was going on, like most nosey people that die in horror movies do, we see a "situation unfolding" before our eyes.
"Frank accidentally" entered the wrong townhouse.
Frank was running around in circles pretending to fly. While flight is not among "Super Frank's" powers, pulling down his pants and peeing on his neighbors couch apparently was. Managing to stagger back to his house after his "SuperFrank" mission was complete and us all standing there in disbelief of what we just witnessed. (Super Frank was lucky that his neighbor was a very peaceful, against violence, hippie type of person!!!)
We all decided that the only way to get Super Frank to go to sleep, was if we left and went to another friends townhouse a block away, and leaving the chick he was fucking at the time to "put" him to sleep.
Upon everyone walking back to Super Frank's man cave in the morning to pick up our cars, (who am i kidding, to continue to drink our hangovers away, Sunday Fun-day style), Super Frank received this friendly note taped to his door. ( See below)
I couldn't help but want to pee my pants with laugher at the site of all this "situation" unfolding that glorious Saturday night and seeing the even better note that Sunday morning, of someone else's life lesson. Let's just say, "Super Frank" stopped drinking for a good thunk of time.
(Names have been changed and/or not included to protect their privacy)