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pretty fuckin' terrible. makes me feel like an ass for criticizing the shitty aim of the shooter in Oxnard, CA earlier this week. this guy had a shotgun, so aim didn't mean fuck all ( Read more... )

    It made him hate; it made him money. Booze: the nectar of the gods; the brew of the brouhaha; the language we speak in this part of town. Oh it made him hate and it made him hurt. At times, it made him tremble. It made him remember everything he spent his life trying to forget. To Henry, booze was the backside of a belt. Booze was the mark the ( Read more... )

( Chapter One )

so I guess that little fling or whatever the fuck we had is over. should have put it in her while I had the chance. no I'm kidding. I really liked her. I guess we're going the friend route. I don't know. it seemed, for a while, like it would work out. I'm really good at ruining good things. I think I'll actually give the friends thing a chance. ( Read more... )

an excerpt from an AIM conversation with someone who isn't nearly as awesome as I am ( Read more... )

it really is a miracle I haven't fucked this up yet

that's pretty much it

hits you after a couple of beers--seems foolish, naive and elementary--but fuck it, it feels real. Life, love, the pursuit of happiness, etc. You're gonna do alright kid. You're gonna do
alright.

Stumbling upwards towards seemingly hopeless endeavors~~~~~~

Chin up.

This is not beer. This is heart.

It's really hard to describe how lucky I've been lately. I really hope this continues to progress and I really hope she hopes the same.

and it's not too bad for someone who hasn't done this since high school ( Read more... )