We Likes To Party, We Don't Cause Trouble, We Don't Bother No Body....

So,

How's it going?

I'm Pretty sure it has been about a week since I've blogged.

Roughly any way

And ya know I've just come to realize laying in my bed at 6:20 am in the morning

really wakes me up....

I've yet to be asleep

and my Brain ponders at the strangest things

when you're staring off into space that is also known as ... your ceiling.

Its been hard to sleep lately and I can't figure out why for the life of me

I wake up

I go to work from 7pm to roughly 4 to 5 am

pending on what time we close Beerfest

and whether or not I went out for a drink after work

Then I get home.

I smoke my brains out and watch television

until I decide to go lay down because I am tire

But something about laying down

just

causes me to think of thing

What I did today

Why shit happens the way it does

What emotions feel like....

I've gone numb.

I actually figured that out about 10 minutes ago staring off into space

Idk if I should be sad or happy about this.

Just a week ago

I was drowning in my emotions

not knowing what to do with them all

But now.

Nothing.

I'm not Happy.

Nor am I sad.

Idk if I like this to much...

the more I think about it

The more negative it seems

My horoscope tells me that I should put "love first".

I'm taking that as a relationship love over a family love.

lol

Gotta move on.

hopefully I don't stay in this numb mood for a while

I need to get out there.

I need a drink.

A strong drink.

lol

it's 6:34 in the morning lol

Good Morning, New Orleans.

Go on roll that weed niggah, cause I'm stressed out

So.

Its been a fucked up week.

But fuck it

I can't control her actions and well

Frankly I could care less anymore

No longer am I sitting here in my house

700 miles away.

Sad about the girl that I love

is dating this Chach from Bluffton.

When she's running around

Like nothing happened

I'm in the party central of the United States of America

LETS GET DRUNK!!!!

In the words of my cousin Ryan "Never Trust a Bitch"

Bitch being a general term for women.

Thought.

I wake up with tears rolling down my cheeks

the dream i just had reminds me of better times

holding you in my arms

you telling me you love me and

i don't get that since of pity from your words

my stomach hurts every time i think about all this

all i want is you nothing more nothing less

you're all that has mattered in my life for a long time

and i hate for that to end now

i miss you so much

and now after all we've been through

i cant close my eyes without seeing you with this guy.

and that kills me

i cant sleep because i dream about you and I

but when i wake up i realize its only me in this room, alone.

i cant even hug anyone anymore because when they hug back i break out in tears

my heart feels empty

like i have nothing to live for anymore

i could care less about New Orleans

Teaching, all of it just to have you back

but that cant change your decisions

my heart is still broken.

The Pain is Deep, A Silent Sleeper, You Won't Here A Peep Peep.

Shits gone to hell

Everything is OK between me and her

I want it to stay that way.

Its still crushing

Like the feeling I keep getting

Like I'm hollow

To those who read this and think I'm being retarded

I've lost a part of me that I'm not to sure ill ever get back

And its scary, thinking you'll have something for a while

but then in the end that was just some dream you had

I cant stop shaking

my hands are cold

If and when you read this

Don't be sorry

I Love You.

And don't be mad

This is how I eventually handle my problems.

Who The Fuck Is This Paging Me At 5:46 In The Morning.

Wow.

Never would have thought

You "recover" quick

I guess this is life

And if you love it you set it free

But this is the second time I've set her free

What does that mean?

Prolly not that good at least not in my book

Im sitting here thinking how many times she prolly blew me off for him

...... this crushes me.

I'm Done.

We Done Need No Cocaine.

Well Damn

its been a crazy fucking weekend

Thank your god that essence fest is done and over with

Throwing people out of a bar at 4 in the morning is hard work

when the people your throwing out start screaming about how racist you are

to a street full of black people

you just get the meanest looks sometimes

but listen to this bullshit

So Friday (at least i think it was friday, days get kinda of blurred together these days)

im walking home on Bourbon like where i work

and i pass Clover Grill

and im walking

this crackhead dude comes up from behind me and shoves my right shoulder

and sticks his hand in my right pocket

so i freak out

and i have a baton in my hand its like a retractable knight stick

and i spin around and hit him in the shoulder

he staggers back and starts reaching in his pockets for something and i whack'em

like in the mouth.......

he falls and is like unconsious in the street bleeding from his mouth and shit

but as i was told by Les and my brother Brandon

if dudes laying in the street alive keep walking

if dudes dead in the street walk alittle faster than normal.

i left him there thinking i just whacked a crackhead that tried to rob me

im freaking out .....

but i got home and went to work the next day and everythings hunky doory

but yesterday when i went to go get paid

me and my brother are walking back to Quarter Master for munchies and

i see this guy

that was about the same size as the crackhead

and he looks like hes got a po-boy bun grown into his face

i stopped in the middle of the side walk and just stare at that man

...... the crackhead is still alive ......