Good Times

After my recent foray back into the den of iniquity that I like to call hanging out with my friends in edmonton, I must admit the above graphic sums it up in a nice neat package.

I had almost forgotten how retarded we can be when we congregate as a group. Separately, we each have our moments, but collectively, the shenanigans can reach epic proportions.

Notice I said we. I am an active participant and sometimes the instigator of the drunken debauchery we engage in. While this weekend was relatively tame by our standards a certain number of past exploits were revisited.

I wont subject you to the horror of having to listen to me rehash the past but suffice it to say I've had some amazingly good, oft times hair-raising times with this crew of misguided freaks.

P.S. when I woke up Sunday morning there was a post-it note on my forehead from my liver saying "I'm leaving, I can't take this abuse." So if you happen to see it panhandling on a street corner, please give it bus fare home.

Good Friends

I must admit I have a rather diverse cast of characters that I consider my friends. One in particular stands out. Cory. I have met very few people that can make me laugh the way he can. His dry humour strikes a chord and complements my sarcastic wit. I thoroughly enjoy the exchanges on places such as facebook and the like. As well he is one of the rare people intelligent enough to "get" most of my humour. I admit alot of it is well above the general populace and I'm not sorry for that. If you're too mentally deficient to understand what I'm saying then it sucks to be you. I hope to be working in Fort McMoney soon so that we can continue our escapades. I almost feel sorry for the poor retards that will suffer at our hands, I say almost because they won't even understand the freight train that hit them.

The times they are a changin'

I've gone through some ups and downs in my short time here on this earth. Today, I turned a corner of sorts. When I started this job I felt it necessary to reign in my personality to the point that it nearly killed me. My coworkers just didn't "get" my particular brand of biting humour and sarcasm. Well folks, the gloves came off and they got to experience me at nearly my finest. I didn't bring my 'A' game as I'm a might rusty, but you get the point.

It felt good to let loose with volley after volley and even better when the people other than the intended target laughed at my witty repartee. I was careful to spread the hate around evenly as I wouldn't want offend anyone (yeah right). People that I had heretofore not targeted did not leave unscathed as the arrows were flying at any and all that crossed my path, be it project managers to general staff. As Cory and others can attest, when I'm on my game look the fuck out if you don't want to get stomped.

I found the whole experience rather invigorating and I was rather impressed with my ability to expand and build on a simple burn and turn into a work of linguistic artistry.

After today, I think they are finally starting to understand the unique way in which my mind works (or doesn't, depending on your perspective). I feel like a caged animal that has been set free, I can stretch out and flex muscles I haven't used in some time and it feels good. I just hope that they have strong psyche's as they have no idea the maelstrom that has been unleashed.

The ghost of christmas past

Lately I've been forced to revisit my past. A past that most, if not all of you know only bits and pieces of. I have a great many skeletons in my closet that have stayed there these great many years because I didn't know how to deal with them. Truth be told I still don't but by getting them out into the light of day they somehow seem to lose their power somewhat.

Today's ghost is one that will surely horrify and disturb you as it has me for far too long. After the death of my best friend, at a point in my life when I was extremely confused and vulnerable, I was approached by a pedophile.

I was biking to my grand parents house to visit my great-grandmother. He pulled up beside me in his car and asked me to help him.

I will never forget his face.

He propositioned me and told me it wouldn't hurt. The one thing that is forever ingrained in my mind is the patch on his jacket. It said 'Coach'. I never said anything to anyone about this incident, I was just too embarrassed and scared to do so. I told him no, and continued on my way, but I still wonder how many boys he's abused over the years and I had the opportunity to stop him. I've lived with this guilt every day since then.

I know my life has been more and less traumatic than others, but we each deal with adversity differently. I've grown weary of carrying the burden that I have and this blog has become one of my outlets to try and ease the load the weighs upon my soul.

I don't expect you, gentle reader, to even remotely understand the hell that I've had to deal with in my life, I just hope that you can give me a modicum of understanding and accept me warts and all.