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.