Defeat

So there was some douche bag over privileged child name Eric Douglace. He started a war with the internet and lost.  I would like to taste his tears of defeat.

Jail

I was released from jail after a week last night around 7:30. That was a really happy moment. My mood was not going to be broken, then I fell asleep. I had a dream that I was hanging out with two of my friends when a redneck truck pulled up behind us. It had two girls and one redneck guy in the car. My friend complimented one of their tattoos. The guy then instigated a fight for my friend complimenting a tattoo. Well as a friend I had my friends back. He then pulled out a fucking buck knife. The guy with the knife immediately came at me. After many attempts of him to stab me he succeeded with a small wound. The next time he came at me I was able to grab his wrist and force the knife into him. Where the blade was so long it ended up killing him. The cops were called and I ran(I think I might have called. Dream world is weird)to my lawyers office. Who seemed to have no interest in what happened because he was now hanging out with my ex. All I could think was I just got out of jail and now I am going right back.

On a better note I am still happy to be out of jail.

It's been a while

I really just forgot that I had a Blog. Nothing exciting has happened, except me getting shitty drunk and yelling, "Tell yur whores to strip for Brewce.

Disgusted

I recently found out Gene Simmons was trying to ban a popular internet download site. This seemed to piss someone in his life off because they leaked his Child Porn videos along with pictures of him with a "fan" in some suggestive settings. I have to say that Gene is now one of the biggest douche bags ever. He deserves the prioson time and gang rape.

Lulz...

It's been a week since I last posted. The ex called my friend Bunny. Telling her that I stole money from someone and I have a hit out on me. Now I am laughing, but Bunny does not find it funny because she was asleep.

My ex calls. Hilarity ensues...

It is 12:30 and my phone starts ringing. I answer in a hurry because it is late. On the other end is an enraged ex girlfriend. She quickly yells, "Put your mom on the phone." I ask what she wants, and she repeats put your mom on. Now my mother is nowhere to be found and she tells me that she is pissed that I "Posted her nude photos and number online." Now I am guilty of only one of those things, but not both. Here is a slight back story. She has been emailing me trying to "be friends". After I told her no she began to slam me via twitter and facebook. I have no normal daily contact with her nor do I try to talk to her. Yet she is going to try to get a restraining order against  me. Wow. I now know what fail means.

Yet another story

I would never classify myself as a ladies man or anything like that. I would simply say that I am a smooth talker. I was at a party in the mountains of Ohio. Now when I am at this location I do two things Drink beer, and skateboard. Well by 10 I am talking to this lady we'll call her LJ. Me and her had plans of hooking up later that night I was on a mission to find some xanax. Well I run into some beatly woman we'll name troll. She hands me some pills that I was told they were vicodin. I begin my walk down the hill to meet LJ I start to feel really dizzy and have tunnel vision. That was the last thing I remembered. I wake up in a closet at 9 am naked, confused and covered in vomit. I get dress and stumble to the house. I am sitting on the porch smoking when BFM walks out laughing. He looks at me and asks, "Did you fuck the troll?" What I later found out is I was given roofies. As I was making my way down the hill troll saw me stumble and took me into a closet where she apparently had great sex with me until I vomited. Leave it to me to be awesome.

A story.

I'm 23 and I've seen a good bit for my age. I battled Heroin addiction, played girls, drank myself into a coma, and been an overall asshole. So I think with what I have seen I am going to start telling my stories. I was sixteen and I had a friend we'll call Brad. Well me and Brad wanted to hook up with these cousins, but had no place to do it. So he has the bright idea since he is a jeep owner we can drive out into the woods. Of course they are down. I don't think I have met anyone as freaky as these two. So I am under performance pressure because I have NEVER done anything like this before, and it was not easy to get hard. They are going at it in the front seat and I am trying my hardest to get at it in the back seat. After literally 20 minutes of failure I say I saw someone on a fourwheeler. Thank God everyone was scared of being arrested so I didn't have to embarrass myself any longer. Brad and I lost contact over the years due to his asshole nature and genuine apathy towards anyone but himself. Sorry that the story isn't awesome. This was years ago and I'm not the best writer.

Somedays it's not worth it.

I get woken up first thing this morning to find out that my name was dropped to the police in FL. Now it was a vandalism charge and I live in West Virginia. He got caught doing something dumb and of course the cops told him that if he snitched it would be easier on him. I'm not sweating it, but it all in all was not worth waking up today.

It's 7:00 am and I should be asleep

As a child I was terrified b the Child's Play(Chucky) movies. Even talking about that little red head bastard was enough to set me off and to make sure I didn't sleep for a night. I think around the age of 16 I decided that I would sit and watch those movies, after I felt okay after them I thought that my dreams would be safe. My fear was still there(still is), but no bad dreams...until tonight. Let me feel you in on a few things before I continue. I am a toy collector. Horror, Vinyl, and action figures. I have a two year old daughter. My room is full of dolls(a lot of them talk). I go to bed like normal. My dream really kicks into high gear near when I woke up to pee at 3:00 am. In my dream I had received a Chucky toy, and I knew it was trouble. I thought I finally got rid of it when a child on a scooter comes rolling up and drops toys into a box of mine. I flip out and whoever the female in the dream was told me to chill it's X-Men. Well it wasn't just X-Men. I got a pissed off knife wielding doll. To make that worse he had legitimate human friends that made sure me and unknown female starred in his horror movie where we would actually die at the end. At some point I tried to kill that bastard, but he lived. Good luck would have it and I woke up. Well normally I can wake up from bad dreams and fall right back asleep, but not with Chucky. I'm 23 years old and still afraid of a doll that is shorter than my daughter. I mean I literally woke up sweating and shaking. Ugh. I guess my mind still has childish fears.

*UPDATE* First I hope you read that in a Robert Stack voice. Other than that I have calmed down. I keep looking around and no dolls have moved.

Just a weird thought

I'm sure that you have seen Jurassic Park. I live in a mountain state so I got to thinking. I see all this flat bed tractor trailers with a large box covered with a tarp. Do you think maybe they are possibly trying to build a dinosaur park? I know this thought is ridiculous, but as I said. It's a weird thought I had. If it does exist I will not visit. I'm not as big of a smart ass as Jeff Goldblum.

H2 thoughts

I was reading reviews of H2 and saw all the hate it got. Now I liked the movie for what it was. It wasn't a remake of the '70's classic. It was a different thought all together. Laurie Strode wasn't made to be to be the heroine in this film. She was made so you knew her fear and felt her pain. Once I watched the directors cut I saw the big picture. She was an outspoken 19 year old woman that showed you what it is like to live in fear every day of her life. So for what the story is it is good. My only problem was Dr. Samuel Loomis. Once again I know this was Rob Zombies vision, but making Dr. Loomis a money hungry asshole just didn't seem right. Although chances are if anyone was a doctor of Gacy, Bundy, ETC was attacked and survived I'm sure they would have the same approach. In the end. I guess if you didn't like the theatrical cut of H2 you might not give the Director's cut a try, but I highly recommend that you do after reading this.