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NOT one of my proudest moments.... An Easter memory

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RayRay

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okay, so around 2005ish, i was having entirely too much fun with my partying... eating pain killers everyday, snorting a line to wake myself up most mornings and eating ecstasy a few nights a week...this bread and backyard kitty type of childishness was going on for a solid 2 years...it made work incredibly fucking hard...

sooooo, on this one saturday night before easter, me and the gf at the time decided that we wouldnt slow down...went out partying on Beale St. and did all our normal getting fucked up activities and stayed up all night getting rolled out and fucking, etc...well, 8am comes around and she jumps out of bed going "oh shit, oh shit" we are supposed to meet her family at the big asian church at 9am... fuck me! so we scramble to get church clothes on and stuff and of course i inhale a big line of powder to try and wake up...we barely get there in time and although this place held about 2,000 people i imagine, there wasnt anywhere left for us to sit, so we had to hang out in a huge hallway area with at least 100 other people who didnt have a seat... sucked ass!

if you dont know, im not a religious person...at all... and if i were, i sure as shit wouldnt be catholic. (no offense, the shit just makes 0 sense to me) so me hung over as fuck and sitting in the hallway of a big asian catholic church for 3 hours was pretty much the worst possible thing i could be doing at the time...so what do i do??? you guessed it...went out to the car to get my bag of white and popped another roll and made the best of the morning...my gf wasnt happy about it, but understood that the trips to the bathroom every 15-20min to powder my nose was a necessity in order for me to gut it up and stay there... :lol:

obviously, we had to go to her parents house after church and eat easter lunch...yeah, like i was really hungry......i choked down a little bit of food and gave the dogs more food under the table than i actually ate...it was one hell of a day and definitely not one of my proudest moments, but like i said, im not religious and really didnt care what i was doing and where i was doing it...

i think i slept 24 hours straight the next day :stretcher:
 
no bread, no backyard kitties here...my jack russell was a complete lunatic with seperation anxiety really bad...the bitch would annihilate anything in her way if she felt trapped ...she would tear up the carpet around all the closed doors and scratch at the doors until she fucked them up and destroyed her paws and nails to the point that she would bleed everywhere...i had her on small doses of doggy valium till she died...it helped and put her in full time laid back mode...she could probably share valium and lick beer cans with backyard kitty if she were still around

mf, i too was looped out as fuck at my mothers funeral...oxy and xanax were the choices that day...but i dont really frown upon myself for that one...it was my way of trying to cope
 
I wasn't trying to cope - at all. I really didn't care that much. Being a pall bearer was sort of an insult to me. My parents had been in a family feud with that side of the family for years. I hadn't spoken to anyone on that side of the family (including my grandparents) for about 12 years. Nobody tried to contact me or my brother for years. Fuck 'em. I went out and partied. I showed up late to the funeral. They had to replace me as a pall bearer. Why the fuck do you want to include me in the family now? Go fuck yourself. I'd rather go out with my friends and blow lines all night. She was dead to me years before that anyway.
 
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