January Recap.

- Made amends.
- Lost a job.
- Turned down my job offer for the airline.
- One awkward sexual encounter.
- Came up on a free sidekick.
- Sowed seeds.
- Returned to my OLD OLD self. Back to normal. Back to me. FINALLY.
- Stopped caring about the wrong things.
- Started caring about the right things.
- Played lots of pool.
- Bought lots of movies.
- Ran errands.
- Did sketchy things.
- Went to SF.
- Picked up a girl at work.
- Stole.
- Lied.
- Denied.
- Smiled a lot.
- Made friends.



Tonight, I drank 8 cups of coffee at mels and bowled two games with my homie C. Cook.


We spent ten dollars on the jukebox which got us 35 songs.
I brought back the good times and revived the dead days.

See You In a Month.



- Ryan-

Damn.

I fucking hate how impulsive I am sometimes.


The ball is rolling, and now its too heavy and too fast to stop.

No Subject.

Biker Collides With Concrete Curb, Dies

DENVER -- A 24-year-old man died Monday morning when his motorcycle crashed into a concrete curb in Littleton.

The accident happened around 2 a.m. on Holland Way and Mapplewood Place.

A black Suzuki motorcycle was southbound on South Holland Way when it drifted to the west side of the road and collided with the raised concrete curb, said Trooper Ryan Sullivan of the Colorado State Patrol.

"The rider was ejected and traveled into the grass shoulder and collided with multiple objects," Sullivan said.

The victim has been identified as Mitchell Marsolek of Lakewood, he said.

Marsolek suffered serious injuries and was taken to Swedish Medical Center where he later died.

He was wearing a helmet and alcohol and speed are being investigated as possible contributing factors, Sullivan said.


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Its all fucked.

So fuck it all.

January Nineteenth, Two-Thousand and Nine.

One of my best friends drove me home last night at 2:00a.m. We get to my house, jump out, smoke a cigarette, then he tells me to get in the car. He drives. We wind up at Lake Berryessa and talk for hours about life and this town and how infectious it all is. I was very drunk, but I was there for him. We must have smoked an entire pack of Camel 100s. And I don't even smoke.


I guess it was just nice and somewhat of a consolation to know that I am not alone in my wild, rampant, erratic thoughts and impulses. That there is another person who feels the same things as I do. I thought I was an anomaly, but its somewhat comforting to know that Im more normal than I thought. Or that other people are as fucked up in the head as I am. Im crazy. I think I could clinically pass for a number of disorders and that I possess many traits of a defunct person. Damaged goods? I dont think I would go that far... but its always good to know Im not the only person on a sinking ship.


When I leave, it seems like he's coming with me. Same agenda. Same aspirations. Why not?

GoneTomorrow

I made the screen name when I was 13 years old and in tenth grade.




I guess I never knew how true and ironic it would be.





Im always here, and Im always leaving too.
GoneTomorrow.

The Deep End

Looks a lot better from below.