Well, today I bring eventful news... the end of The Innovation Of Silence.
I don't think I'm done blogging, because it's a fun hobby and I enjoy it rather thoroughly.
There's just a lot of memories on this blog that I don't want to remember... but I don't have the heart to delete.
Until we meet again...
"May The Giant Be With You"
- Josh.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Friday, August 1, 2008
Group Of 12 Yr. Old Girls vs. Me
Good (early) afternoon everyone,
Yesterday there was an altercation, an altercation in which I ended up screaming at a group of 12 yr. old girls.
I was at the skatepark with Fro, Charlie, Lil Man, Matt, A-Tone, and a few others... when this group of six or seven girls walks through the gate. I didn't really care, I was watching the skating happen, and trading bullshit with Charlie.
Well, I noticed that these girls kept getting in EVERYONE'S way... so I yelled out "HEY YOU!" and one or two looked- and I motioned for them to move so people could skate... and they gave me the most ignorant, blank stare I've ever seen in my entire life... like, unless it pertains to Laguna Beach, Texting, or The Hills... then it doesn't really matter.
I shook it off and said whatever, and went back to what I was doing.
A few minutes later, they were in the way again. This time, they were standing in front of the 6 foot ramp on the street course; and some biker politely asked them to move and they said "Yeah, we could!"... but they didn't move; so it became my goal to get them out.
Having enough of their bullshit, I yell "Hey! If you're 12 years old, and not skating or biking then lets move out of the way!", and one in green yells back "Shut up, you're ugly!", so now seeing that I have a fight with an ignorant, selfish little twat- I go abrasive and yell "I don't care if I'm ugly, I'd rather rape my grandmother than touch YOUR vagina!", which resulted in all of them shutting the fuck up.
As I was walking away from the argument, I saw EVERYONE was laughing but those girls, they looked fucking raged. Someone asked who I was saying that to- and Lil Man yelled out "HE WAS SAYING IT TO THAT BITCH IN GREEN!", which this girl countered by yelling "Shut up! You're 12!" to Lil Man, and even Charlie was getting in on the stuff today, because he yelled back "Shut the fuck up, you're 12 too!".
It was GRAND.
I don't mind little kids in the skatepark... but realize that people are trying to skate and bike... they want very little to do with you.
- Josh.
Yesterday there was an altercation, an altercation in which I ended up screaming at a group of 12 yr. old girls.
I was at the skatepark with Fro, Charlie, Lil Man, Matt, A-Tone, and a few others... when this group of six or seven girls walks through the gate. I didn't really care, I was watching the skating happen, and trading bullshit with Charlie.
Well, I noticed that these girls kept getting in EVERYONE'S way... so I yelled out "HEY YOU!" and one or two looked- and I motioned for them to move so people could skate... and they gave me the most ignorant, blank stare I've ever seen in my entire life... like, unless it pertains to Laguna Beach, Texting, or The Hills... then it doesn't really matter.
I shook it off and said whatever, and went back to what I was doing.
A few minutes later, they were in the way again. This time, they were standing in front of the 6 foot ramp on the street course; and some biker politely asked them to move and they said "Yeah, we could!"... but they didn't move; so it became my goal to get them out.
Having enough of their bullshit, I yell "Hey! If you're 12 years old, and not skating or biking then lets move out of the way!", and one in green yells back "Shut up, you're ugly!", so now seeing that I have a fight with an ignorant, selfish little twat- I go abrasive and yell "I don't care if I'm ugly, I'd rather rape my grandmother than touch YOUR vagina!", which resulted in all of them shutting the fuck up.
As I was walking away from the argument, I saw EVERYONE was laughing but those girls, they looked fucking raged. Someone asked who I was saying that to- and Lil Man yelled out "HE WAS SAYING IT TO THAT BITCH IN GREEN!", which this girl countered by yelling "Shut up! You're 12!" to Lil Man, and even Charlie was getting in on the stuff today, because he yelled back "Shut the fuck up, you're 12 too!".
It was GRAND.
I don't mind little kids in the skatepark... but realize that people are trying to skate and bike... they want very little to do with you.
- Josh.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
One Night of Perversion, Mindless Entertainment, and Social Awkwardness.
Last night I went to go see The X-Files 2: I Want To Believe with Sam, Fro, and Charlie Nemes. We had left quite early, we planned on hitting the 9:15 showing, so when it was only 7:00, we decided to just crash around the mall for a bit.
We spend the time in there making Fro act like a crackhead (making him scratch his neck, and snort inhalingly as people walk by as he stares at the ground with wild eyes), we rode the Tellatubbies ride, hung out in the childrens play area (creepily), looked at an art gallery, and went to the aquarium where Charlie made Steve Irwin jokes about a sting-ray.
After we'd had our fill there, we decided to go to the theater. After getting our tickets and waiting for the movie to let out, we got in. While we were the first group there, we spent it yelling at each other, making fun of Fro's "Child Drive" (it's a harddrive in his car that we always tell people that is full of child porn), and then I did my normal; messing with people. While we were just hanging out, I just yell out "I LOVE MY DICK", and I hear the door open, and then without thinking I say "I LIKE MY FORESKIN", as a couple walks directly around the corner near us. Well laughed hysterically, and Fro even cried.
At the end of movie... there were ten people in the theater with us, most of whom looked confused. While I LOVE The X-Files with an amazing passion, I'm hard pressed to call it a flop... sorry Mulder.
When we'd dropped Sam off at 12:15, we basically just drove around town for hours... looking for something to do. We basically just made fun of each other, and had a small bit of fun. I called up a friend (Mikey) and asked him what was happening, and he told us to come to this party. After finding it and seeing that it was a REAL party we pull up, and Mikey was out in the driveway waiting for us, so I go "So is it cool that we're showing up?", he went "Dudeeeeeeeee, I don't even know.", and then he disappeared. As we sat there, we all decided at once... that we weren't gonna go there, and Fro turned around.
For the remaining of the night, we brought up the weird contents of the "Child Drive", Charlie being ditched by a girl for church "Hence; Charlie was Church'd", and how we're three generations of social awkwardness in the vehicle.
It was a fun night to me, because I kinda felt like I wasn't with people who just like to party, I was just with more people who feel just as awkward as me sometimes.
- Josh
We spend the time in there making Fro act like a crackhead (making him scratch his neck, and snort inhalingly as people walk by as he stares at the ground with wild eyes), we rode the Tellatubbies ride, hung out in the childrens play area (creepily), looked at an art gallery, and went to the aquarium where Charlie made Steve Irwin jokes about a sting-ray.
After we'd had our fill there, we decided to go to the theater. After getting our tickets and waiting for the movie to let out, we got in. While we were the first group there, we spent it yelling at each other, making fun of Fro's "Child Drive" (it's a harddrive in his car that we always tell people that is full of child porn), and then I did my normal; messing with people. While we were just hanging out, I just yell out "I LOVE MY DICK", and I hear the door open, and then without thinking I say "I LIKE MY FORESKIN", as a couple walks directly around the corner near us. Well laughed hysterically, and Fro even cried.
At the end of movie... there were ten people in the theater with us, most of whom looked confused. While I LOVE The X-Files with an amazing passion, I'm hard pressed to call it a flop... sorry Mulder.
When we'd dropped Sam off at 12:15, we basically just drove around town for hours... looking for something to do. We basically just made fun of each other, and had a small bit of fun. I called up a friend (Mikey) and asked him what was happening, and he told us to come to this party. After finding it and seeing that it was a REAL party we pull up, and Mikey was out in the driveway waiting for us, so I go "So is it cool that we're showing up?", he went "Dudeeeeeeeee, I don't even know.", and then he disappeared. As we sat there, we all decided at once... that we weren't gonna go there, and Fro turned around.
For the remaining of the night, we brought up the weird contents of the "Child Drive", Charlie being ditched by a girl for church "Hence; Charlie was Church'd", and how we're three generations of social awkwardness in the vehicle.
It was a fun night to me, because I kinda felt like I wasn't with people who just like to party, I was just with more people who feel just as awkward as me sometimes.
- Josh
Friday, July 25, 2008
Ravenna Skatepark, and Townies.
Good morning everyone.
Right now, it's 10:07 AM- and I'm listening to some Defiance, Ohio.
Yesterday turned out to be interesting.
I was sitting at the park with Fro, and Anthony- and we were just talking about skateparks, when I brought up the new Ravenna skatepark- and then Fro gestured towards his car, like "dude, let's fucking go"... so after Anthony got permission- and I got some bum directions from George we were off.
The directions George gave us told us to drive straight through downtown until we see a boarded up building and then turn left... something for us three that became WAY harder than it should've.
Well, we stop at a local Hallmark after driving around for a bit; when we get in there, it's a nice Asian lady working the counter, and when she walks away to ask the manager Anthony says to me "Fucking Chinks", and I say "Dude- shut the fuck up! She's not even five feet away.", after getting misleading directions from the Hallmark lady; we were off again.
We took their directions that took us out past township, into the countryside of Ravenna. After spending a nice 15 mintes driving into the country, we turned around. We went straight through the light we were told to turn left at- and went this way.
After pulling up to someone and asking them, Fro went "fucking people" and we found a nice older lady who finally pointed us in the right direction.
When we get there and start to walk in... we instantly feel the cold shoulder, because we're not townie fucks. They stare at us as we walk in, and while the others skate I ignore the odd, fucked up glances they keep throwing.
After about an hour or so- we bail.
We hit Taco Bell on the way back, and after Fro walks a dog we sit around the park for a bit.
Not a bad day, I say.
- Josh
PS: Check out my friend Brittany's blog, it's under "Friends". :)
Right now, it's 10:07 AM- and I'm listening to some Defiance, Ohio.
Yesterday turned out to be interesting.
I was sitting at the park with Fro, and Anthony- and we were just talking about skateparks, when I brought up the new Ravenna skatepark- and then Fro gestured towards his car, like "dude, let's fucking go"... so after Anthony got permission- and I got some bum directions from George we were off.
The directions George gave us told us to drive straight through downtown until we see a boarded up building and then turn left... something for us three that became WAY harder than it should've.
Well, we stop at a local Hallmark after driving around for a bit; when we get in there, it's a nice Asian lady working the counter, and when she walks away to ask the manager Anthony says to me "Fucking Chinks", and I say "Dude- shut the fuck up! She's not even five feet away.", after getting misleading directions from the Hallmark lady; we were off again.
We took their directions that took us out past township, into the countryside of Ravenna. After spending a nice 15 mintes driving into the country, we turned around. We went straight through the light we were told to turn left at- and went this way.
After pulling up to someone and asking them, Fro went "fucking people" and we found a nice older lady who finally pointed us in the right direction.
When we get there and start to walk in... we instantly feel the cold shoulder, because we're not townie fucks. They stare at us as we walk in, and while the others skate I ignore the odd, fucked up glances they keep throwing.
After about an hour or so- we bail.
We hit Taco Bell on the way back, and after Fro walks a dog we sit around the park for a bit.
Not a bad day, I say.
- Josh
PS: Check out my friend Brittany's blog, it's under "Friends". :)
When the last green leaf turns orange.
So, today is the first time in a week or so I really had a full night of sleep. 11 full hours! woo! Instead of the three I've been running on all week.
Today is also the day that my friend from NY (Amber) left to go back to her home. It was hard saying goodbye to her yesterday... but I guess it was time.
We had a fun, cool summer- and I'll miss her until I see her again.
I'm actually kinda depressed in a way- because I hung with her EVERY day of the summer, to the point where it became a sure thing to see her... and now... she's gone, so now I feel kinda directionless for some odd reason.
I've actually even been considering if I even want to continue writing on here... and I've concluded that I will. It's given me an outlet to let people know that I'm more than just some jerk (given, I am), but- I think it may have also changed a few person's opinions of me... though I could be wrong.
So, I'll continue to write on here... as long as I have something to write about. I'll write about a watermelon that looked blue, a hula hoop that was misshaped, and how I think the moon landing was a hoax.
Have a good days guys.
- Josh.
Today is also the day that my friend from NY (Amber) left to go back to her home. It was hard saying goodbye to her yesterday... but I guess it was time.
We had a fun, cool summer- and I'll miss her until I see her again.
I'm actually kinda depressed in a way- because I hung with her EVERY day of the summer, to the point where it became a sure thing to see her... and now... she's gone, so now I feel kinda directionless for some odd reason.
I've actually even been considering if I even want to continue writing on here... and I've concluded that I will. It's given me an outlet to let people know that I'm more than just some jerk (given, I am), but- I think it may have also changed a few person's opinions of me... though I could be wrong.
So, I'll continue to write on here... as long as I have something to write about. I'll write about a watermelon that looked blue, a hula hoop that was misshaped, and how I think the moon landing was a hoax.
Have a good days guys.
- Josh.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Frankie's Jam
So yesterday, I ended up over at my friend Frankie's for most of the day.
It was his little sister's pool party for her friends and stuff... but by the end of the night, it turned into Frankie's party.
After Cameron and I showed up around 4, we all hung out by Frankie's new mini-ramp he'd just finished building with his grandparents. While everyone (Matt, Adam, Bo, Cameron, Amber, Frankie, and I) hung around, a few more of Frankie's friends showed up (Little Man, and Vito); and then there were officially more of Frankie's friends than his sisters'.
When we were all sitting around having fun, I decided it'd be cool to invite George up, who did come- but left after 20 minutes or so.
Shortly after that, we decided to go swimming in Frankie's pool- and making more fun of the situation; I threw Amber in. She got pissed as her makeup ran, and a fight in the water ensued.
As the swimming quit, the night began to fall, and everyone started to unwind. Frankie had brought out the guitar and amp- which I stole from him, and messed with effects to make a very post-rock sound and made fucked up noises before giving it to Matt who played a nice medley of tunes.
Before we all left, we played a few songs downstairs on Rock Band... then a few more... then Frankie left his own party and Amber, Cam, and I played some more.
Eventually Cameron and I left. Along the way back, we saw Frankie and the others; and stopped and hung for a bit.
Cameron and I (bored, of course), went to the park- and Cheney and Bethany came up to us... mind you this is like at 11:30 at night. Cheney needed a ride home because his ride stranded him, which his house was on the road where we saw Bear Man one night.
Feeling polite- Cameron gave him a ride home. On the way back, he and I ripped down a sign that said "Road Weight Max: 12 Tons" and it was like a 3 foot high sign.
When we got back into town, Cam and I walked around a bit- then I retired to my home, where I would enjoy sleep.
Pretty good day, methinks.
- Josh
It was his little sister's pool party for her friends and stuff... but by the end of the night, it turned into Frankie's party.
After Cameron and I showed up around 4, we all hung out by Frankie's new mini-ramp he'd just finished building with his grandparents. While everyone (Matt, Adam, Bo, Cameron, Amber, Frankie, and I) hung around, a few more of Frankie's friends showed up (Little Man, and Vito); and then there were officially more of Frankie's friends than his sisters'.
When we were all sitting around having fun, I decided it'd be cool to invite George up, who did come- but left after 20 minutes or so.
Shortly after that, we decided to go swimming in Frankie's pool- and making more fun of the situation; I threw Amber in. She got pissed as her makeup ran, and a fight in the water ensued.
As the swimming quit, the night began to fall, and everyone started to unwind. Frankie had brought out the guitar and amp- which I stole from him, and messed with effects to make a very post-rock sound and made fucked up noises before giving it to Matt who played a nice medley of tunes.
Before we all left, we played a few songs downstairs on Rock Band... then a few more... then Frankie left his own party and Amber, Cam, and I played some more.
Eventually Cameron and I left. Along the way back, we saw Frankie and the others; and stopped and hung for a bit.
Cameron and I (bored, of course), went to the park- and Cheney and Bethany came up to us... mind you this is like at 11:30 at night. Cheney needed a ride home because his ride stranded him, which his house was on the road where we saw Bear Man one night.
Feeling polite- Cameron gave him a ride home. On the way back, he and I ripped down a sign that said "Road Weight Max: 12 Tons" and it was like a 3 foot high sign.
When we got back into town, Cam and I walked around a bit- then I retired to my home, where I would enjoy sleep.
Pretty good day, methinks.
- Josh
Friday, July 18, 2008
Angry Black Ladies vs. Me
If there's one thing in this world that pisses me of- it's people who oppose obscenity, to an extent.
Saying things like Damn, and Hell in front of children WILL NOT ruin their lives- so yesterday, when angry black lady yelled at me for cursing- bitch pissed me off.
We were sitting next to the swingset at the park. It was A-Tone, Little Man, Petitbon, Amber, and Myself- while another friend (Tyler) was sitting on the swings; ignoring us the whole time.
We were just hanging out making silly remarks on the day- when I look at Vito, and behind him I see an angry bubble-butt bitch staring at us, while leaning on some random playground material. I say into Little Man's ear "She's fucking staring at us", and everyone kinda agrees, and looks on their own.
A while passes, while we just sit around still talking; ignoring the black lady who looks like she could kick all of our asses.
Eventually, she joins the swingset with a little blonde girl who came with her. We still keep talking, then she gets off the swing... and Little Man stares directly at her when she looks over to us, and then she decided to speak up...
This is the conversation that happened between me and LaQueefa.
She stares at us a bit, and then walks away.
Goddamn I don't even know if LaQueefa is her name, but I wanted to get up and start screaming racial slurs at her.
- Josh
Saying things like Damn, and Hell in front of children WILL NOT ruin their lives- so yesterday, when angry black lady yelled at me for cursing- bitch pissed me off.
We were sitting next to the swingset at the park. It was A-Tone, Little Man, Petitbon, Amber, and Myself- while another friend (Tyler) was sitting on the swings; ignoring us the whole time.
We were just hanging out making silly remarks on the day- when I look at Vito, and behind him I see an angry bubble-butt bitch staring at us, while leaning on some random playground material. I say into Little Man's ear "She's fucking staring at us", and everyone kinda agrees, and looks on their own.
A while passes, while we just sit around still talking; ignoring the black lady who looks like she could kick all of our asses.
Eventually, she joins the swingset with a little blonde girl who came with her. We still keep talking, then she gets off the swing... and Little Man stares directly at her when she looks over to us, and then she decided to speak up...
This is the conversation that happened between me and LaQueefa.
LaQueefa: I'm just making sure there ain't no one using goddamn foul language around my kids.
Me: Okay? Well, you kinda just said goddamn.
LaQueefa: Well I'm a grown woman, I'm almost thirty.
Me: Yeah, and I'm almost 18- so what?
LaQueefa: Listen, I have FOUR kids to take care of-
Me: That's not my problem.
LaQueefa: I'm just asking you nicely.
Me: You're not asking us nicely- you're bitching at us!
LaQueefa: No I'm not!
Me: Yes you are- you came over here and you're like "Goddamn foul language".
She stares at us a bit, and then walks away.
Goddamn I don't even know if LaQueefa is her name, but I wanted to get up and start screaming racial slurs at her.
- Josh
Thursday, July 17, 2008
This is how it goes, I guess.
Well, my plans for August 1st (RANCID concert), are officially fucked.
Because;
1.) I have no job, and the grandparents aren't really letting me do as much as I would with a job, understandably.
2.) I'm now broke as fuck.
Number 2 needs to be explained.
In short:
Someone hacked my PayPal account and started buying shit with my account, putting it into overdraft of about 200 dollars... WELL, because I stopped using my PayPal- I had no clue of this until today.
I got a letter in the mail, addressed to my grandfather- from my bank (we use different banks), that was dated and sent on July 15th. It essentially said that my bank account was in overdraft of almost 200 dollars, and that they'd be taxing me 10 percent interest for five days- then after those five days; they would press charges.
So I've been saving up my money for the concert... and guess what! I had to pay ALL of it to my bank, plus borrowing a bit of money from the grandparents.
So now I'm broke, and now I can't see my favorite fucking band.
It's not ALL that bad... because for some reason... I just don't really care that much.
I mean, I'm pretty pissed that I can't go see RANCID, but I mean- it's kind of over my head now.
I guess it just means that I need to look for a job.
- Josh.
... Karma works in a weird way. - Earl J. Hickey
Because;
1.) I have no job, and the grandparents aren't really letting me do as much as I would with a job, understandably.
2.) I'm now broke as fuck.
Number 2 needs to be explained.
In short:
Someone hacked my PayPal account and started buying shit with my account, putting it into overdraft of about 200 dollars... WELL, because I stopped using my PayPal- I had no clue of this until today.
I got a letter in the mail, addressed to my grandfather- from my bank (we use different banks), that was dated and sent on July 15th. It essentially said that my bank account was in overdraft of almost 200 dollars, and that they'd be taxing me 10 percent interest for five days- then after those five days; they would press charges.
So I've been saving up my money for the concert... and guess what! I had to pay ALL of it to my bank, plus borrowing a bit of money from the grandparents.
So now I'm broke, and now I can't see my favorite fucking band.
It's not ALL that bad... because for some reason... I just don't really care that much.
I mean, I'm pretty pissed that I can't go see RANCID, but I mean- it's kind of over my head now.
I guess it just means that I need to look for a job.
- Josh.
... Karma works in a weird way. - Earl J. Hickey
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Gossip Queens
Earlier today I got my haircut (I like it) at The Shop, it's a local place in our town located near our schools (all of our schools are all in the same vicinity after years of moving shit around), and I've got my hair cut there a few times and the lady who usually does my hair is a very nice lady named Tanya.
Well, as I was waiting for her to finish with another person, I started (accidentally) overhearing a conversation that some older-guy was having with the lady who was cutting his hair.
It was something that obviously wasn't interesting to her- but she was just humoring him and laughing at his shitty jokes to get a nice tip. He'd go on about some stupid shit and she'd be like "AHAHAHA really?!" and I was just thinking about how that guy is getting played so bad.
After Tanya started on my hair, I overheard a conversation that some lady was having with the hair cutter of that same fellow- doing the SAME shit to her. This fucking old woman was talking about how her brother Bryce has Alzheimer's, and I giggled outloud and Tanya shushed me while she laughed, because the old lady was talking about how her brother shits himself on a rather consistent basis, as her brother also talks about how when they get out of Vietnam he's gonna bang his wife as hard as he can... It was interesting, but those conversations I've overheard made me a bit dumber on the inside.
Let's not fuck ourselves now, we all say meaningless shit (some on a more casual basis, like me), and hope someone is amused by it- a habit to which we should all break.
"I hear all of these people talking, but no one is saying anything" - Henry Rollins
Later. - Josh
PS: I think I'm back.
Well, as I was waiting for her to finish with another person, I started (accidentally) overhearing a conversation that some older-guy was having with the lady who was cutting his hair.
It was something that obviously wasn't interesting to her- but she was just humoring him and laughing at his shitty jokes to get a nice tip. He'd go on about some stupid shit and she'd be like "AHAHAHA really?!" and I was just thinking about how that guy is getting played so bad.
After Tanya started on my hair, I overheard a conversation that some lady was having with the hair cutter of that same fellow- doing the SAME shit to her. This fucking old woman was talking about how her brother Bryce has Alzheimer's, and I giggled outloud and Tanya shushed me while she laughed, because the old lady was talking about how her brother shits himself on a rather consistent basis, as her brother also talks about how when they get out of Vietnam he's gonna bang his wife as hard as he can... It was interesting, but those conversations I've overheard made me a bit dumber on the inside.
Let's not fuck ourselves now, we all say meaningless shit (some on a more casual basis, like me), and hope someone is amused by it- a habit to which we should all break.
"I hear all of these people talking, but no one is saying anything" - Henry Rollins
Later. - Josh
PS: I think I'm back.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
three 500 MG Hydrocodones.
There are some people who don't know me, who read my blog- this is widely understood; so before I explain a story, I must give details.
I used to have a bit of a pill problem. 5 - 10 various pills a day for about 3-6 months straight, though I kept it slightly secret.
So- knowing that, I can explain the following.
My friend (for the sake of this dramatization let's name her Amber) Amber smokes. She claims to only have done it 5 times (though the bullshit factor in her voice is above the stars), and her and I came to a recent promise; I wouldn't touch pills if she stopped smoking.
Fair agreement, I'd say.
WELL.
Today, I kind of overheard her in the midst of the attempted purchase of cigarettes from a friend who knew someone 18, and- I became INSTANTLY fucking pissed.
She broke a motherfucking promise... something I frown profoundly on.
So I stopped talking to her after that... but as I was sitting at the park... I was stricken with an idea.
She was sitting at the swings with some other mutual friends when I decided to do something.
After borrowing a bike, I rode home quickly- grabbed a bottle of water, and 3 Tylenol headache pills, and put them in a little baggy.
After I took the bike back to the friend I borrowed it from, I walked over to the swings; after everyone stole my water, and left me with only enough to swig from... I pulled the baggy out in front of Amber and some other friends. When I took out the pills and showed them to everyone I heard one person go "Oh fuck", and another "HOLY SHIT"- and then I took the three pills.
Amber was instantly struck with a look that went like "oh.... fuck.", or so it seemed to me.
One friend asked what they were, and I replied back "three 500 MG Hydrocodones" and someone I know named Marc was like "Holy fuck man, you're gonna be fucked up", to which I giggled a bit.
After 30 minutes of Amber (occasionally) giving me an angry stare, I got up- walked up to her at the swings and went "Those were three 250 MG Tylenol headache pills, don't fuck with me again". As I said this the only remaining friend over there (nicknamed Vito, sitting next to Amber on the swings) went "OH MY FUCKING GOD" and then we spoke of how I fucking got them.
Seriously- I don't care how fucking "stressed" you are.
Don't ever break a fucking promise to someone.
I told her that, and I also told her if she ever broke another promise like that again that next time they won't be headache pills...
Wanna know the best part of this? The person that they wanted to buy the cigarettes stiffed them, and didn't even get them.
The moral is... Grow up, leave your lungs alone- they're not there to hurt you, don't hurt them.
- Josh
I used to have a bit of a pill problem. 5 - 10 various pills a day for about 3-6 months straight, though I kept it slightly secret.
So- knowing that, I can explain the following.
My friend (for the sake of this dramatization let's name her Amber) Amber smokes. She claims to only have done it 5 times (though the bullshit factor in her voice is above the stars), and her and I came to a recent promise; I wouldn't touch pills if she stopped smoking.
Fair agreement, I'd say.
WELL.
Today, I kind of overheard her in the midst of the attempted purchase of cigarettes from a friend who knew someone 18, and- I became INSTANTLY fucking pissed.
She broke a motherfucking promise... something I frown profoundly on.
So I stopped talking to her after that... but as I was sitting at the park... I was stricken with an idea.
She was sitting at the swings with some other mutual friends when I decided to do something.
After borrowing a bike, I rode home quickly- grabbed a bottle of water, and 3 Tylenol headache pills, and put them in a little baggy.
After I took the bike back to the friend I borrowed it from, I walked over to the swings; after everyone stole my water, and left me with only enough to swig from... I pulled the baggy out in front of Amber and some other friends. When I took out the pills and showed them to everyone I heard one person go "Oh fuck", and another "HOLY SHIT"- and then I took the three pills.
Amber was instantly struck with a look that went like "oh.... fuck.", or so it seemed to me.
One friend asked what they were, and I replied back "three 500 MG Hydrocodones" and someone I know named Marc was like "Holy fuck man, you're gonna be fucked up", to which I giggled a bit.
After 30 minutes of Amber (occasionally) giving me an angry stare, I got up- walked up to her at the swings and went "Those were three 250 MG Tylenol headache pills, don't fuck with me again". As I said this the only remaining friend over there (nicknamed Vito, sitting next to Amber on the swings) went "OH MY FUCKING GOD" and then we spoke of how I fucking got them.
Seriously- I don't care how fucking "stressed" you are.
Don't ever break a fucking promise to someone.
I told her that, and I also told her if she ever broke another promise like that again that next time they won't be headache pills...
Wanna know the best part of this? The person that they wanted to buy the cigarettes stiffed them, and didn't even get them.
The moral is... Grow up, leave your lungs alone- they're not there to hurt you, don't hurt them.
- Josh
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