So why 90% good and not 100% great? Easy, HotDog Neck and the Stank Dog. Oh, and so-called friends deciding to tell me what is wrong with me.
I have to ask, to my friends, do I have 'Save Me' written on my head or any of the backs of my shirts? The reason I ask is because of what happened on the night before Thanksgiving on my way home. A neighbor/soon-to-be-former-friend picked me up and wanted to take me out for a few beers, and I obliged. I broke one of my own rules, pretty much the 1st rule I have, about going out. I hate not driving myself. That way if I don't feel like hanging out I can just leave. Instead, I let this guy pick me up, hell, we were going to the same bar.
What happened next was hilarious. I got to watch a married man hit on the beer promo girls. Nothing more sad to me than to watch a married guy with 4 kids try to see if he still has 'it', then talk shit that if he were single he'd have mad game in the made game. Not likely. I wish it would cross this guy's head that maybe the young ladies were indulging an old guy. I was amused by the woman who decided to try and talk up my old ass. I don't know what it is, I don't care how hot a woman is physically, if she's got no brain, no sense and stank breath, then she can be gone. And that was that.
When it was time to leave, I was ear-raped on the way home. I don't know what else you'd call it. I was told to 'put my hands down'....uh, my hands were in my lap. What this guy was telling me was to quit being so combative with the world. Funny, I didn't see myself that way. I'm not stating that I'm not combative. But I thought it was okay to stand up for what I think the right thing is, morally, ethically, spiritually, etc. It was kinda creepy, because his segway was to ask me to think about going to church with him and his family. Now I felt like my soul was being raped. Look, I'm not mocking rape or sexual assault, it felt very ABC-After-School-Special, like the way they'd play it out. Or like Jodie Foster in 'The Accused'. Mind you, this is only after like 5 or 6 beers, so this isn't a drunken rant. I don't appreciate being told that someone feels they're a messenger of Christ, it creeps me out. I'm happy that he feels 'saved', but I don't feel like I need saving, certainly not spiritually. Do I think I could be a better person? Of course! What person doesn't think he or she couldn't strive to be a better human being? Well, I felt it best to just let this guy ramble on than to fight it. Finally pulled up into my cul-de-sac and went into my house, and then more fun.
HDN's Stank Dog decided to find the treats that he left out (seriously, I don't own a dog, but it can't be a smart idea to leave treats on a coffee table to let a dog get at them, can it?) and go hog wild. I should preface this whole thing with this-the Stank Dog ain't allowed on my furniture, mostly because he smells and is not well maintained. Well, the dog decided to bury the treats that he found in my couch. And slobbered all over my couch. And tore up the paperwork I left on my couch. I was not happy, and it was merely 11:30, so technically not even my birthday yet. You may think the dog thing is not that big of a deal, but let me stress, it ain't my dog, and the dog pawed enough at my couch while burying treats that he ripped it a little bit. And I'm under the impression that the owner is responsible for the dog. You tell me, if you have a pet and roommates, and your pet does something to your roomies possession, who is responsible? I'm asking, for real.
HDN came home and said, 'whoops'. Whoops? My couch is sorta trashed, and all you got is 'Whoops'? No, "I'll take care of it" or "I'm so sorry"? It may not seem like that big of a deal, but when you read the rest of this post, you'll think I'm the fool who allows himself to be taken advantage of....and I am.
So I stayed up a little while trying to process this whole thing. And I was so ticked that I couldn't fall asleep until much later. And woke up grumpier than normal.
My Thanksgiving was great. I walked into my buddy Dan-O's to a warm greeting and his 2 year old wishing me a happy birthday. Food was damn good and I got a pie with candles in it. I'm happy a little kid got to help me blow out the candles (don't worry, there were only 7 candles, 1 for every 5 years. 35 candles would've caused me to hyperventilate). Had a blast eating, watching football, finding out how bad my voice is singing Rock Band and laughing. And then, it happened.....
HDN called me and asked if I would watch the Stank Dog while he whisks himself off to Vegas for a few days. "Are you serious?" was my only response. He said the dog was sorry. I don't blame the dog, I blame the blockheaded owner. I was so stunned I think I said 'whatever'. But could also tell he was already in a car driving away.
I guess what it boils down to is this-my living situation sucks. I need to get a job, any job, to move away from the crazy. I'm starting to hate the roommate, and he means well, but he's a selfish oaf. A very bad mix, to say the least. I need to do something, plain and simple.
I don't want to brush over how good of a time I had during most of the day on Thanksgiving. I truly did. But in this case, the bad didn't outweigh the good, but I could've done without it.
At least when I woke up Thursday morning I could kinda hear Pops say hi to me.
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