Hello all
i've been a member for awhile, i liked reading everyones posts but never responded. i was there when ken was around and mourn his passing..
anyhow i just need to rant so dont mind me
im sitting here wacked out my tree. took a few e's and smoked some good ganja. now i dont normaly do the e so dont worry.
i had a ok job at a computer firm and engaged good woman. our relationship slowly fell apart after i left my job for a partnership with 2 friends in renovations.now we dont make good money but we get by and i love working with my hands and building masterpieces that the client ends up loving. too bad we undercharge.
It ended bad with the girl. her sister was involved so thats how things got out of hand, i kept my cool and moved my shit into storage and ran back home where my mom took me with open arms and help me though this by just letting me stay home with out board. my father is a big gambler and alcoholic and does weed and nerve pills. he had a good job, paying a great salary(over 60g a year) . now he is retired and has shit all.. bankrupted too(him not me)
my mother had passed away last month from lung cancer and i, the youngest of the children she had was there by her side in her final moments. i watched the life leave my mothers eyes 3:19 in the morning. it was a moment that will be forever burned in my mind.
so im siting here thinking all this though (plus more shit on my mind but nvm) and felt as if i just needed to say out on the web... frist time ever doing this.
i had an unlit joint in my mouth this whole time typing this so im gonna lite her up shit back trip on e and weed and listen to some music and rember my mother for the fine woman she was.
at her furnal u should have seen the souls her had touched over her life time. people came out the wood work and traveled far to see her. she never had money (thanks dad, he even gambled her life insurance so she lost the 3 months before she was diagnosed with small cell lug cancer. she fought the battle for 6 moths.
she even folded my clothes for me the day before she went to the hospital for the last time.(i tried to do em and she was laughing at me for not folding them nicely and she demanded i give her the dry laundry to fold.( she was hiding so much pain... she couldent even move in the last few days. ))i did not even notice the double backets but leave in for a lugh for u guy seeing how good im triping right now.
frist time tonight doing e after my mothers passing. im sweating like a pig still looking for a light to light up this joint she listen to some mewllow music.. hell maybe turn on some country and western shit that my mother loved.. doing her line dancing at country bars. but she also like french music, perhapews i should learn my french and start my listening to some great french songs... any tips on songs?
boy oh boy the spelling and grammer correcting i keep having to do im just typing away.
i should stop typin now and listen to some good music chill and read whatever replys i get.
oh by the way i got a new doggy a bosten terrier at 5 months but shes not replacing the other dog i have, he an oldie at 13 yrs and his mouth stinks to high heaven cause of gingervites and he only has his rear set of teeth 4 fangs in front with 2 teeth almost ready for me to pull(other wise they hang for a few weeks and cause pain for nothing) despite this he a happy motherfer that still perferrs chewing on hard food over the soft shit. drinks and eats like a hourse, and i bet you he could still last 3 hour bike ride downtown and back, but im not gonna try on him.. even though he crys for joy when i pull my roller blades then crys of neglect when i leave with out him sometimes. he still pulls my ass and hes 13.. he waS BORN IN MY MOTHERS ROOM (WE BOUGHT THE MOTHER.....sorry caps... and she shagged up in the country place we own(just land but were clearing it my hand(pikes and shovels and axs and saws and a chainsaw. eating corn that was thrown into the fire with the husk still on it.... ohh the memorys. any how born in my mothers room. the mother dog wouldent let me get close unless i fed her freshly sliced apples... everynight id give her about 5 sliced apples slowly so i could spent time with my new pup (at the time old grouchy man now but he still listens to me even if he knew what i order him to do was putting him at risk..example climbing a fing tree.. i made my 45 pound dog climb a tree without me lifting him, but just telling him were to leap to, he nevewr fell and i was always ther to catch him
shit my neigbor is comeing by for a smoke... good trhing i didnt light it
ok ok brb
/rant