Here's the Story...

Thought I'd clear the air up on what went down a week or so ago that lead to me acquiring all these dam horses. It all started when I went over Alex's house around  9:30pm or so. I kept knocking on the door yelling, "BRO!....You wanna go get trashed with us tonight?" He didn't answer, so I peaked in through the window and saw him sitting in the dark by the stairs filming the front door I was at. I looked in through the window in the door and he freaked out. I figured he was just tired and really confused, as usual as of late, so I got back in the car and we when off to go have a bro'ish time. The next thing I remember is driving around a field in the dark blasting music ranging from Flogging Molly up to Miss May I's cover of Run This Town. After running through the woods laughing at the thought of finding campers to scare, we got back in the car and went back to Alex's to see one last time if he wanted to go with us one last time. I then remember walking in his bedroom only to find him sleeping with a video camera. I went downstairs, hopped in the car, and drove off...again. With Rise Against blasting, we ended up at my my bros' business, where he sells candy and chips or some dumb shit, and dropped him off cause he said he wanted to sleep. Hence this is where we left him with that Clidesdale, even though I don't know how we got it in the car, let alone where we got it from. Next thing I know I'm cussing at the wind because someone got Yeager on my tie in the middle of a fucking airport. After that all I can remember is somehow getting back to my tree house and blacking out. What a night...hope it happens again sometime soon.

Drunk....Again.

Sorry I haven't posted in a few days. I've been trying to drink my troubles away with the bros, but it hasn't been working. I'll post the full story on what happened a few nights ago once I find the pictures that were taken that night.

Christmas Cards?

Ok...so I was trying to post that card for you guys last night, but everytime I tried to post it this guy kept taking it down. I pm'ed him and basically said, "Bro...what the hell's your problem? I'm trying to let people be able to see my familys' christmas pic and you keep being an ass by deleting it." Well he sent me a pm back within the hour and replied," 000SEES000ME00," with his user name being ArK. I was confused and just said fuck it. I signed off so I could go watch kids play at the park for awhile, there as a nice young boy playing on the slide by the way, and soon I returned to post it once again. When I logged in this video was in my inbox.

What the fuck is this? This guy is like some psychopathic stalker or something. I wanna say that's me infront of my dads' house last weekend when we put up the christmas lights. I don't know. Maybe getting hammered again with the bros tonight will help me forget about this.

Can't I Take a Shit in Peace?

Today is the first day of hunting season. There I was minding my own buisness, reading the latest copy of  "Suits on Ties off," and it happened. Three guys who we're, I'm guessing, hunting just walked right on up to me while I was using the bathroom. My instinct was to cover up and close the door a bit more, but those guys instinct was, "Hey what the hell was that?! Let's get closer." As they came closer I just made myself decent and walked out to let them know I'm using the bathroom. The one man, who I think was named Dave, saw me and fuckin shot at me twice with a 30/30. Needless to say I got po'd and grabbed Dave with my arms. As I did this the two others ran off and left there guns behind. Dave started cussing at me and yelling about my mother so...I turned him inside out, literally. Once I get rid of the body I'm going to go back to my shed and continue on with my "buisness."