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So, as I sit here trying to figure out what I'm going to blog about tonight, my handy dandy blogger tool tells me that this is my 905th post. Very cool! I've been through a lot in the past few years, and at times my writing is inconsistent to put it nicely, but it's my little piece of the internet and I'm glad I have it.
This weekend turned out to be pretty good. L.A. Boy made a surprise visit so I got to spend some time with him. It's always fun when we get together and reminisce about the "good ole days". To be honest, it's pretty amazing that the two of us are alive to tell the tales. I guess we are two of the lucky ones, although sometimes I don't exactly feel lucky.
As we played the "whatever happened to so and so" game last night, quite a few of the people in our group fell into the deceased category. Most of them, no scratch that, All of them did not die of natural causes. There was a suicide, a few accidental overdoses, a brutal murder that made the papers, and that's just in our immediate circle. And then of course, there are a few that ended up spending some time in jail which was inevitable considering the "partying" that we did. Again, I can think of 3 or 4 that did time because of drugs and then another handful that did time in federal prison because of white collar crimes committed. So, yeah, we are lucky to live and tell the stories. But, I guess I'm just a little jealous of the rest of the group, the weekend warriors that were able to party like rock stars on the weekend and then show up bright eyed and bushy tailed for work on Monday. The lucky bastards. That was never my story. Because when Sunday rolled around I was conjuring up a way to keep the party going. I had to figure out which friends were down to hang for another night, who was getting the party favors, where were going to continue the party and how I was going to get out of work on Monday. I could never understand those people that went to bed before the drugs ran out!! And, when I ran across those people, I ran the other way because they made me feel bad about myself. I didn't realize it at the time. If you asked me, I would tell you that those people were lame and that I needed to hangout with people who were fun and knew how to party. And I believed it. Now I realize I was just looking for people as fucked as I was so that I could look in the mirror and believe I was doing okay.
Geez, how did I get on this long winded topic? Oh yeah. L.A. Boy. So, he came to town, it was awesome to see him. Whenever we start talking about the old times I'm able to piece together some of my past. With his memories, my blurry recollections, the pictures we have and tidbits from the rest of the crew, I can start to put the puzzle pieces in place. There is literally two or three years worth of memories that are just like crazy flashbacks I get once in a while. I figure if I can't remember it, then it's probably better that way. What I don't know can't hurt me right?? Not to mention, even if I could remember all of the details, who would believe me anyway??
Okay, enough about that for tonight.
On the VERY VERY bright side... I got through to unemployment on Thursday and I was approved to start collecting again. I should have never stopped receiving it in the first place. But, like I always do, when I should have been facing life head on and calling unemployment to find out what the error message was for, instead, I hid from them and never called them until now. On the up side, this means that I still have many months left which is awesome. On the down side, they lowered the amount that I'm receiving each week because now they are looking at my part time employment instead of the full time job I was originally collecting on. WHATEVER. I'm so happy to be getting a check again, i'm not going to whine about the specifics. Something is definitely better than nothing in this case.
I think that's all for me tonight. I'm going to do some work on my Vegas Locals page though and hopefully I can get that up and running soon! Happy Monday. I guess my East Coast Readers are just getting up for work about now. Good times!