Was awake late due to having intense sex the night before ( or maybe it was my anxiety/ depression? ) but nonetheless struggled to awake at 4 fucking pm!!!
My grim realization that I had to be at my handy dandy pharmacist by 6pm turned me into a veritable crackhead as I schemed to get there...Note: My car got crushed by a former Move Member's tree since July of last year, and due to a suspended license and the piece of shit avoiding court and appealing the decision that I WON, I am in limbo till arbitration in November...So Mom ( who hates or is scared of doctors ) is having problems with " regularity " and I have to travel to Folcroft with Dear Old Dad again who murmured the F-Word as he called me a junkie, but complied.
My Pharmacist might be the coolest guy in the fucking world by the way.
Anyhow, was relieved to know I'm good for a month on the meds that keep my insane ass going.
Came home to a nice meal. I am blessed. Yes, I can live with two females if I want, but why leave right now and dig a further financial hole?
Anyway, was ultra pumped for The NFL debut! A rematch between Super Bowl Champs, The New Orleans Saints vs The Minnesota Vikings. In years past I'd have wagered illegally money I did not have ( see moving back home after you've made over a million in your years in the work force ) on The Vikes and would be down Money going into degenerate Sunday. I did not do that though, and posted on FB, and called all friends to see if anyone was watching this game sober. The answer was NONE!
Mom ( who probably has collitus (sp?) ) wiped up and had to go to bingo. She's the funniest old broad this side of Betty White, but needs to take care of herself. Anyway, this left me with the uncomfortable real life odd couple of TR jr., and Myself!
I tried to make a negative into a positive. I called My older sister, and asked if her husband was watching the game. I figured I could stand viewing it up there with The Old Man, My Brother-In-Law, and My Nephew, but No Way, as My bro-in-law didn't even know it was on!!!
He ( dad ) went up anyway, because my 9 year old nephew is his best friend, which I have nothing negative to say about, and I caved. I got a six pack of 16oz Coors Light, and tried the whole "watch the game alone thing."
Well, I quickly grew bored and called longtime friend Bill Philips who through miscommunication I had thought I had a rift with, but he encouraged me to try to get a dispatch job where he and buddy Jim L work. It's an idea, but a big step down from what I was doing which I'll get into later or another blog. Then he hit me with the bomb that two of my friends were spreading an embellished, but partially true story about early Saturday Night! He and wife Jen were told I went to a barbecue invited by "friends" Mark & Brian Sarkisian ( True so far ), and the host was gay ( also true ) and I started a fight with 20 year buddy Mark while we were both drunk, stayed at the party and went to the gay guy's bedroom and got naked??? In truth I had about a four hour blackout, but my ass don't hurt, and no feces on my penis, or DNA on any body part, so I was furious to put it mildly.
I had to contact the host, and thankfully he cleared up that fear that I love the cock, by saying I was F'd up for sure, and only asked if I could crash somewhere for an hour, just after trying to get a date with a woman in Real Estate who was of similar age.
Mark, Brian, and The Lovely Amy came back, and got me, because the equally wasted Mark feels I was an embarrassment, and now the story is God Knows How Exxaggerated, and It's big news probably that I was a one man power bottom. I can only laugh, as the host filled me in ( in detail ) how none of that shit was true ( other than the crashed out deal ) and I was said to be partially dressed. That's possible I guess, but no cock for TR as of this date, I still LOVE the Vagina.
This inspired me to clear up the second embarrassing blackout issue that occurred Saturday. I was with childhood buds Butch & Mark at Columbus Club, and had to have Brian explain via email how I got there to begin with? They put me in a cab after the Mark debacle. Anyway, Super TR had to poke his nose in other's business as I spotted a rather large guy rushing toward a friendly acquaintance name Michael Lano. Somehow I got in the fray, and got a lucky hook on the big dude ( but subconsciously wanted it to be my ex C.O.O. who recently fired me unjustly ) and choked him out from behind. It was way uncool as a longtime friend of the Club, and as a former bouncer if anything I should have just told them to calm down. I was high off it though, and talkin shit how tough I was till I sobered up. I'm 40. That behavior is ridiculous, so with some research I found out the guy worked with a friend Sean Ruppert. I called and gave a genuine apology, and offerred him a free shot to my face or a choke, as I knew I was wrong, and we knew the same people. The guy seemed pretty cool and accepted my apology ( I think ? ) so hopefully that is behind me, but you never know. it takes a big man to leave that kinda shit go, but he seemed sincere.
After that I was buzzed, and it was Mike Stern's Birthday, so I had to visit him at Tailgators. I stopped by Knockout Fitness and actually got my Musclebound homie Jim Morrow to come out! He hates bars! Anyway, saw Mike Pyfer and Tom Pyfer too who ows the gym and is trying to set something up with me.
We went to the bar and I mooched off Mike Stern after I ran out of cash. I hate doing that, as he's too fucking nice to me. Saw Todd, Glen, Donkey Balls, Tommy Knowlton, Doc, and members of band Live Set Disaster. It was fun. Even punched the shit out of the boxing game.
Never enough for me though, as I got on F.B. with Fury about the untrue story and the firing. I was a one man army challenging the scumbags that had wronged me. I woke up today and deleted most, as they are so queer that they could use it against me instead of facing up to me. I guess I harbor a deep resentment still eh?
Just another day in the life.
TR
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