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| Sushipunk |
| Too fast, too furious. |
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| trancedanne |
Believing in god apparently didn't help, how shocking...
I liked him as an actor, saw "Hours" two days ago, decent movie |
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| Desiderata |
| I'm usually not rude about a death but Paul Walker when I first heard the news I thought it was Vin Diesel and |
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| FuzzQi |
| Drove too fast, died furiously |
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| Desiderata |
| more like didn't make an impact on me in that movie at all. wasn't he like the ing villian that was a snitch for the cops then diesel turned him cool... , i can't remember that stupid ing plot to that movie about cars that drift and asians and then a muscle car to show indifference with a slice of brotherhood felt while thinking about engines. |
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| bananas |
| I heard Will Smith is taking over his role |
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| Desiderata |
| quote: | Originally posted by bananas
I heard Will Smith is taking over his role |
what's he gonna do, be the old token black guy that works and gets jiggy on all the cars that the cool kids own in the movie but he really spoofas the cars up so he has a purpose so to speak. And at the end of the movie it says some real wise like a silent bob rip off.....mind blown. my friend brought by some meth today, I haven't seen him in ten years man. he just got facebook and looked me up. He been up like 5 days and was saying he has 3 million in the bank but the government won't give it to him cause they think he had something to do with 9/11 but what was really weird was he wasn't acting or being funny or ironic or bragging or anything you could attache to it, the real fact was he really believed this . He had a small bag of meth and i remember thinking that isn't gonna get both of us high. then two line later i remember that i haven't done speed since I was 25 and i'm 36 now. I want to sleep, like coke you come down hard but you get some sleep sooner or later, this meth his high powered , it's like a ing nagging girlfriend you have to take care of all day and all night and probably the next day and night as well
I was like for old time sake with my old buddy i haven't seen. Then he said a whole bunch of weird , I thought I was crazy. And I kinda am but this dude...he said he was in Kansas and saw this women at the greyhound station right, she was pretty to him. Then like years go by and he gets a new therapist and it turns out to be the same woman from the bus station years before so it must be and fate and all this . I had to tell them woman in that field are paid to be nice to you and make you feel wanted. She isn't trying to hit on you bro. That chick went through to much schooling to lose it all by ing a patient. So he gets all defensive about it so i let it go. So he starts offering me money cause i'm hurting as i'm going through a custody battle. My own drama right. So he was like I make a lot slangging this and I'll give you money. Any prick that didn't care about the guy would have took his money and I'm sure that is what he is used to, so I told him no, that friends come before money and our friendship had nothing to do with money. He had one true story though and that will take a lot of typing but then he told me about a mutual friend from high school was up on drugs for so many days that he thought he would protest and commit suicide by sitting like a Buddhist and pouring gasoline on himself and just sitting still til it was all over but he couldn't hack it and now he is all burned so i got on facebook and the story was true. Now i'm just rambling but it was off the chain. I felt like we was desperate for something like love or understandment then after he left and it turns 4 in the morning and i feel like running around the block a load of times I got to thinking. This fool prolly stays up for days and days and just randomly pieces thoughts and imageies together in his head and makes a story out of it then he makes it reaity. We used to call him Cokey because he was addicted to coke but it was more of a spin off of the name Corky who was that down syndrome star from long back on United States television. So i get on facebook to just read people's in's and out's for the day and catch up. Then reality hits me like a ing planet. Here I am in a custody battle for my son...I don't even want to take him away from her. All I want is visitation rights. Because she is playing the game that if I don't love her no more then now she has no way to bring my son to my house and if I go to her house magically no one answers the door. SO now I'm pissed at my self for getting caught up in an old friend who was and is crazier than a sideways Tuesday and I'm on drugs. My son would be pissed if he could think for himself but he just a baby. But i feel like for doing drugs in the mist of what I'm going through and how serious it is. So instead of feeling like on a drug that makes you feel like your taking care of a nagging girlfriend all day then all night and then looking like another all day and another long night. So i get frustrated cause i hate guilt so I said let me make up some meth stories and tell them to people on facebook but no one liked my , So I wrote a story from stolen material about the Urban youth but if I post it here I will get roasted cause I'm not a good writer.
11 years since I did this and feel real random like the narrative in fear and loathing only unable to express it that well.
I feel like I could fill a TA void for you guys at the moment. I could be the male version of slylee and pump some kind of life back into this forum, but you better catch me while I'm buttery like a biscuit because i will sober up and never sign on again. I'll pull a Nou except even less people will care |
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| Sushipunk |
Ok, I actually read most of that. Not sure why.
No more drugs, ok? I'm not just having a laugh, either. If you want to see your kid, no more drugs. |
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| Desiderata |
Ok, so in all good will I feel like I should tell the one true story he told me. And I know it's true because I visited him in the hospital after trying to OD on pills to kill himself after it happened.
Ok, his Dad owned a house he lived in rent free. Well, later on comes his astranged sister and her dead beat boyfriend with like 2 kids another on the way. They take over the house naturally. SO the boyfriend beats the daughter and Cokey up one day or night. So the Dad goes over there to talk some sense into this dude and set him straight and let him know not to with his family. Ok, so the 3 men are talking, One is a priest and one is a lawyer and one is a thoretical phyisist and they are all facing beheading in front of the village. So the priest says his last words and as the guilitine comes down it stops right before cutting his head off so he goes insane with fluttery God quotes for saving his life. Next is the lawyer and he claims justice and liberty will save him and once again the guillitine comes down and stops right before cutting his head off, so you can imagine what the village is feeling and that make that day a holiday for ever more in the name of law. So last is the thpretical physist and they ask him for his last words and he looks up to the best of his ability and says yeah, there is a knot in the rope that is stopping the guillitine from coming all the way down. So he loses his head and the moral of the story has many ways to perceive. So the 3 men are talking and the boyfriend being as he was said I don't have to respect you or your daddy. So Cokey's dad gets real mad cause he's to hold to kick this dudes ass and Cokey just can't tie his shoe so they go to by cigs from the store. Well the Dad is so upset he is driving faster and faster on a street that has a limit if 30 miles an hour, sorry for you who live out of America, you will have to do the math. So he starts speeding to 65 miles an hour at 2:15 am and he loses control of the truck and wrecks into a tree. When Cokey comes to after only a second he sees blood immediately but he said his Dad's blood smelt like cig smoke cause he smoked a lot so the poor dude doesn't know how bad it is yet so he goes running for like a mile before he flags down a car and all the legal people arrive. His Dad died instantly from the wreck. The chill of it all was the way he told it, it wasn't like his other stories, it had meaning and layers like a def poetry episode. So, I knew the meat and potatoes of the story but never in his own words. Then he blames himself for the wreck because he was thinking in his head about his Dad licking his cum to calm him down. I quickly realized he been molested as a child, something I never seen in him before this moment. So I'm like you know we all think strange at times, trying to make light of what he said and move on. Then he starts telling me about these dick pills he bought from some porn site and the pills are making his dick bigger and there is a chick that works for the Air force in the next Apt. over and she talks to him through the walls and confesses her love for him and he jacks off to that but jacking off has a meaning to him because you have to beat it two times a day for the pills to work correctly. So, I'm blown right...I'm tapping out. The high is way more than I expected and this dude is crazy to the point I couldn't laugh at this until maybe in a couple days. So he said he was worried cause when he cums it comes out all clear. Si I said you mean like pre cum right and he is like nah man the whole load is clear, there ain't no white in it or nothing...See that i made him sound hood right there, nah this dude is nice, calm, and crazy and timid. SO now I'm a doctor and I'm like clear cum don't sound right my brotha. And then he says it even taste different. But see he might have been molested but I know the dude is straight cause I seen him pulling a Nou on girls in the clubs years before. He was just being too open as if he thought i knew what he was going to think so he said it cause he felt it was already known.
I'll try to remember more later. |
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