The Future

It had finally been four months since graduation and my life was finally going somewhere. I had met a girl named April Daniels. She was perfect. Just like a cliche everything changed once I met her. We luckily met right after I got an internship with an engineer who was only 30 minutes away from my house. It was lucky because then I could actually tell someone for the first time I was going somewhere. We started dating and she decorated my house since I had MY OWN money for once and it was perfect. She calls me on my shit but actually cares about what I do with my life. She somehow gets along with my parents which is weird but it makes my life so much better. I no longer have to worry about the direction of my life or people harping on me being lazy when I was simply undirected. I finally have direction and a future- things did fall in to place like I always knew.

It was the 7th of month. I had just graduated two days ago. After I figured that I had no way of getting to my interview I never called the engineer back. Every day since graduation I kept living it up- drinking and hooking up. I graduated with a major in business but knew nothing about business or what I would do with a business degree. Then, out of no where, I decided to move. I bought a house since I once again gave up trying to please my parents and reverted back to only calling when I needed money. I bought a house, but had no idea what to do with it. I didn't have any furniture from my apartment, no job to support the payments, and even no idea how to keep up with house. What a good idea, once again. So after I bought my house, I moved in only my bed and one chair that I owned and kept up my usual crap. When I got to this point all I could think was how everything I had done was supposed to be preparing me for my future and this is how I ended up. How in the hell did this happen?

Time for Vacation

The night of The Floyd concert I went home and went straight to bed. I was so tired from making all the plans for my non-existent future and I was also extremely drunk. That night I dreamt of the perfect vacation. Somehow my city had acquired an airport and I got a flight across the country. Right when I got off the plane I got a taxi and went straight to my interview. The engineer ended up being extremely chill and understanding of my life and life choices. He gave me the internship after the interview and said I could start the minute I graduated. Right after my interview I went to the beach, weather was perfect, water was perfectly blue, and of course to top it all off I met the girl of my dreams. She wasn't like the slutty girl of my dreams where she's just hot and no brains- she was hot, not slutty, and cared about my future that I now had. Right as I was leaving the beach with her to our first date (not to hook up like every other girl), I woke up, back in my shitty apartment, with no future and no girl. Awesome. As usual I went on a morning run to try and sober up as well as blow off all my anger about my non-internship situation. As I was running I saw a girl who I later found out was Lucy Collins. She was laying in a alley when I was about to run over and help her and be a good samaritan, she got up and yelled "FUCK YOU!" Well there goes my help! I turned right around and kept on running. What the hell is up with girls these days? They are legitimately crazy and all I ever try to do is be nice.

Flying

After more contemplation about my future, I decided to make a move. I did some research and decided that my best bet to make the most money was to become an engineer. However, as everyone knows, I have done nothing in school except skate by. So I decided to attempt to intern for an engineer and then try and skate by and get all the experience I need without a degree in engineering. During this process I realized how successful I can be when I actually try. I got an interview set up with an engineer but with one problem- his office is all the way on the other side of the country. Of course my city does not have an airport and the closest airport is three hours away and all their flights are booked. Sadly money is not the problem since my parents will most definitely pay for it the minute I ask. I have reached a roadblock since I can't fly out there to do this damn interview. As soon as I start working on my future I get stopped by a stupid reason- not being able to fly. After that I just got super pissed and decided to go to a concert and get super drunk. Maybe there I would find some sort of a future- well a distraction at least. When I went The Floyd concert, drama broke out and some band member named Pink got stabbed. In that moment, even through my drunken state, seeing that got to me. I realized you truly never know when you are going to die. I really need to get my ducks in a row and figure out my future before I end up always getting drunk and dying without having accomplished anything- but I still can't fly.

The Past

Since my encounter with that bitch of a woman. I really started to think of how I got to where I was now. I mean I love my life- I get tons of women, drink every night, and I'm really happy with my life. As I though about it, I realized I could pinpoint the start of how I was now with the end of my junior year in high school. During that time, I had gotten really unmotivated in school. Nothing was interesting and it was a lot of work that was too much and not about anything I cared about. Once I started to slack. I realized I had enough in brain to be able to slack and still slide by- HELL YEAH. It was such a great feeling where I did not have to try in classes I did not give a shit about but I still needed to graduate and go to college. Once I did that, I also noticed a whole new opportunity in my social life. I realized how easy it was to get trashed and hook up with fine girls. Hence- the start of how my life is. I understand where the bitch was coming from, but I love my life. Sure this can't last forever- I mean I'm not going to be THAT guy that never gets out of his college phase and is old as hell and broke. But I figure it will all work out in the way it's supposed to. Why worry while I'm enjoying myself? My life has always had a way of working itself out with my help. I know it will continue to do so while I'm still young and enjoying the hell out of my youth.

The Crime

I swear weird things always happen on my runs. It has to be this super weird town that I live in- but something is always happening while I'm running and it's never anything normal. As I ran today, I decided to take a new path because I was tired of my usual one and I like to have options with everything in my life- why commitment to only one thing ever? Anyways, I took a run through Sherwood Park which turned out interesting. As soon as I got to the park, I heard some people talking. It was a man and woman but I could not tell the tone of the conversation. It sounded kind of angry from the woman's perspective but maybe she always talks that way- she could be a bitch. There are tons of those. Then once I had passed by them and was a ways away, I heard her scream and I turned around to see the man running away. She was now on the ground. I ran over to her and asked her if she was OK and she said she was, just a scrape on the knee but that the man had taken her keys- and that is all. No money. No nothing. Just keys. I thought it was weird as hell. Unless he knew where she lived, all he would do if scare the hell out of her every night always wondering if at any moment he would walk in or if he would just be in her house when she got home. Once I got her up, she was really scared. She was still in shock and just didn't know what to do. Since I am a nice ass person, I invited her over to call anyone she needed to. I figure I'm pretty attractive and attractive people are more trustworthy than ugly people. Once we got to my house, she immediately called me on my shit, she stated (not asked) that my parents still paid for my house and that I'm still in college but with no goal in mind. I somewhat confused but at the same time I had reasons for being the way that I was. I began to rationalize to this woman who was a complete stranger to me that I just had not found anything worth my efforts or that I was passionate about. She told me it was my fault and that I probably just party, drink, and hook up and that I was not actively immersing myself into anything where I COULD find something I was passionate about. I got pissed. I gave her my phone and said here, call who need to, I don't owe you any explanation. She left 30 minutes later with her friend after we had spent all 30 minutes in silence. Even though she pissed me off, I thought about her and what she said all night. What a bitch- there really are a lot of them.

Dangerous Times

Ugh. I really can't stand the holiday season. Everyone wants to go hang out with their family and do family type activities. Screw that. No one wants to party anymore and I sure as hell am not going to spend time with my parents. Screw that. The only good thing about the holidays is that it gives me a good amount of time to work on perfecting my body. No one really goes outside anymore so I go for runs with out interruptions and keep up my six pack. It also helps me with my girls because then they see me after the break and I look much better already. So, as I went on my daily run today, I began to debate whether or not I should go spend Christmas with my parents. I haven't gone in years and maybe I should go- maybe they have changed. Maybe if they got to know me again they wouldn't ride my ass so much about school and a career. Anyways, as I began to pass the corner of the Saw Mill Theater, all of a sudden a bullet hit me straight in the ear. I immediately stopped and turned to look at the back of the building because it had still not registered to me that I had just gotten shot. I then saw a group of three rednecks in camo with guns in their hands. They had been shooting cans. When the hell did we get rednecks roaming our streets? They dipped fast once they saw me and then that is when i realized I had blood streaming down the side of my face and neck. It was like a freaking river. I have the worst fucking luck. I then started to think what if it hit my brain? Where is the bullet? Will I be able to hear again? What the hell do I do? I then decided to go straight for the hospital- but oh wait, we live in the backwoods now apparently. Luckily someone saw the river streaming from my head right before I passed out from all the blood leaving my body. Next thing I know, I'm in the hospital. They told me everything was fine. I should be able to hear perfectly fine again after a week or two and I would only be left with a scar on my ear and some of it gone. I have never been so relieved. At that moment, I knew I would have to Christmas with my parents. I never know when this could happen again to me, or them, and then I would have to live with the regret.