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- peteski0
I'm walking around with warm up pants on.
The Don Knotts movie would be called:
Mr. Chicken Works Out.
- digitalswarm0
Three weeks ago, I purchased a full-sized Uzi and two extended magazines from a Mexican guy named Charlie in Santa Fe.
He worked in a garage somewhere in the desert, and had little small-arms dealing experience.
The weapon was an item he came across through a, "Can you hold this for me while I skip town," kind of deal.
I took it off his hands for three hundred American.
I bought six cases of ammunition at a gun store only a few miles from the garage, and headed back into the desert.
- ********0
nice one, babe
- brooke0
How low can you go?
- ********0
A troubled child came to the drop-in center I volunteer at today, to begin with we simply chatted about the weather and watched some birds feeding outside from the bird table in the garden. After an hour or so the boy started to come round to why he was really here, he told me about his troubled upbringing, his father is an alcoholic travelling salesman so is rarely at home, stopping by at weekends mostly to administer beatings to his wife. He tells me that he thinks he is responsible for the way his father is, see, the father never actually wanted to have that second child, and his favourite child, the kids elder brother had died in a bicycle accident when he was 7. So the kid is full of self loathing, he feels that really he should never have been born. As he was telling me all this he was shuffling about on the chair a lot, and rubbing his arms and legs, I guessed he was just nervous and edgy, like most kids of that age. Then, as he was scratching one of his arms his sweatshirt rode up slightly and I caught site of several cuts, I reached out and rolled his sleeve up and it became obvious that these were self inflicted wounds, maybe 15 or 20 horizontal cuts across the top of his forearm. I asked him what the deal was and he became quite forthcoming, telling me all about it, how he had started hurting himself nearly 2 years ago, how many knives he had and where he stashed them, how he enjoyed picking the scabs and would feed them to the neighours dog, that made him laugh, the first and only time he laughed during our talk. The kid had one of his "smaller blades" tucked in his sock, he showed me proudly, almost immediately and from nowhere I asked "so show me how you do it". The kid looked puzzled, seemed as if he had come round back into some kind of reality, he slumped back in his chair with his sleeve rolled up, a determined look resolved across his young face, he frowned as he drew the knife across his forearm once twice, three times in quick succession, blood quickly rose and he sucked at his arm while his other hand dove into his pocket, pulling out an old hanky which he tied around his arm, pulling his sweatshirt back down looking at me as if waiting for applause.
What could I say? I had asked the kid to do it, I watched him do it. I have to say I didn't like the kid anymore, didn't like the look in his eye. I gave him some slices of bread and told him "go feed those birds kid, they look hungry, then get on back to your mom".
back to the nest
- tehgee0
i thougth today was gonna be a good one.. i was wrong wrong wrong
- kingjulien0
believe me, i'm living proof that it can get much lower.
- ********0
low is tomorrow's high
- brooke0
Kona called me on the phone today.
- c_valencia0
damn!
- canuck0
Apparently I have a new roomate moving in tomorrow. He asked me if it was okay if he played his christian music.
fuck.
- Jnr_Madison0
Is it just me or are people not taking this thread seriously anymore?
Jim?
- emokid0
all my emotions are slowly being replaced. i know of nothing but hate. there is no need for anything else anymore. this is all i am left with and i wasn't even given a choice.
- canuck0
my life is consumed with hate.
- emokid0
then we must both set fire to everything in sight and revel in our hate.
- Jnr_Madison0
Hate is better than nothing.
- jevad0
My life is pretty normal; not much change takes place these days.
It was raining when I fell asleep last night and still coming down this morning. I woke up shocked that the alarm went off (as always) and off to work I went.
I went about my job in the usual manner, smiling and happy to see the same people I come in contact every weekday [really]. My co-workers talked to me about each other and, of course, I offered my profound wisdom as was necessary.... I was a little put off by traffic, but seeing as how it is part of my job, it was nothing out of the norm. Not once did anyone mention anything new or even different. One of my co-workers listens to ESPN radio like it's his religion and not even HE broke rank.
So I get home a while ago, kick off the shoes, turn on the 'puter, grab the remote and sit down to see what happened today.
There was an important march in DC today (pretty standard). Ford announced they were cutting up to 30,000 jobs (if it isn't Ford today, it'll be someone tomorrow). Some goofballs tried to steal the Olympic torch (are you serious?) Mad Cow is back (Be afraid. Be very afraid.) Cell phones cause brain tumors? Maybe not. But the item that caught my attention was something that just doesn't happen.
Last night in that weird place that Tommy and the Dodgers called home, a kid whose dad was nicknamed 'Jellybean' did something you aren't supposed to do. Sacrilege?
Only one person has ever scored more points in a single game than was scored last night. Scoot over Jordan (69) - you're not even in the top ten. Bye Robinson, Baylor, Thompson... hello Wilt.
I am not particularly fond [of my perception] of Kobe Bryant's attitude or personal life. There are countless people in this world with just as many (and more) skeletons in their closets. Some are wide open for all to see... others remain sealed forever. But this gave me reason to pause. Babe. Gehrig. The Great One. Super Mario. Jim Brown. Butkus. Sweetness. Pistol. Magic. Russell. The Stilt. #23. They all carried their bag o' bones.
And now Kobe? I hate paradigm shifts.
- alloyd0
heh
- 53feet0
11:55 here. i'm going to bed. good night to all.