I'll start off with a few questions that are more than likely a testament as to how random my thought train is:
How is it that when you're in a long line, that people that get fed up and leave... are NEVER anybody in front of you?
How come the Pope is never in South America when I am?
If sharks have to constantly move forward... how do they have sex?
How is it that hurricanes are only destructive when they have ethnic names? I doubt Hurricane Robert even makes it to shore.
How is it that when someone's being read their Miranda Rights when being arrested, they never go off about "The raspberry hats! The Raspberry hats! All hands to the strawberry boats!!!" Like to see how THAT "could be used against me in the court of law."
Sooo... the other night, it was actually cool enough to sleep in my own bed instead of downstairs on the chaise... and I actually woke up with back problems. Shouldn't it be the other way around? Also, I feel as though I may have broken my finger... it hurts like hell around my right second proximital phalanx (The first bone in your right index finger) and it doesn't hurt in the whole finger, so I know I didn't jam it. I've also woken up recently with marks all over my knuckles as though I've been in a fight or something and damage on my ribs... bruising and tightness. I've often held the belief that I somehow joined Fight Club in my sleep (At least then, it's not like I can talk about it) because this is in no way out of the ordinary. I think about filming myself at night but then I'm accosted by the thought that perhaps some things are better left unknown... being as I'm often weary of the video looking something like THIS:
So apparently this movie The Conjuring, everybody is telling me that it's the scariest movie they've seen in 20 years or so... which is a hard bar to surpass as I have lived in Japan. There's also a movie coming out with George Clooney and Sandra Bullock called Gravity. Usually I don't get super excited about non Marvel movies, but upon seeing the trailer I damn near braingasmed:
Something in the news that I find considerably unsettling, is that there is a town a short bit north of here, that a woman and her kids went on vacation for two weeks, then came home to their house and her key didn't work. So upon climbing through the window in her bedroom, she noticed that everything in her house was gone. EVERYTHING. Come to find out, a bank foreclosed on a house... across the street, but the repo guys went to their house by mistake and just ransacked it. Their reasoning was that it looked like the grass hadn't been cut in a little while (They were on vacation, remember?) and the GPS led them to the house on the right, not the left. Despite that they have completely different addresses. The woman rightfully presented the bank with a bill for a mere $18,000... and the bank pretty much told her to go fuck herself... even though THEY screwed up and like she said, it COULD be a bill for $50,000, but she realized it was an honest mistake on their part and tried to cut them a break. All of this is incredibly disturbing on it's own, but the detail that's more so for me... is that in the month or so that this has happened, the police and/or legal system have NOT gotten involved at ALL! I mean, let's add up the charges:
Trespassing
Breaking and Entering
Theft
Grand Larceny (A felony)
And a personal favorite...
Conspiracy to Commit Grand Larceny (Because it's both the bank AND the repo guys, which is sure to add at LEAST five years to everyone involved's sentences)
I'm sure there are probably other charges as well, but they're currently eluding me. My point is, that apparently here in the US, all is fine and well, as long as you're a bank... just do whatever you want, to hell with being responsible for it.
A fun song that reminds me of someone... oddly, it's surprisingly in advertisements now:
As always, some fun songs I've rocked out to while getting weird looks in the car:
And THIS one:
Funny story behind this one... my friend Brian came to town and I hung out with him at the casino and he reminded me of it. When the first of MANY times that I met his mom, back in high school when I used to wear "Guy model" sorts of clothes, I saw that they had a guitar in the corner, so being elated at seeing it, I asked if I could play. She said it was cool and of course, the song I just HAD to begin to play, just happened to be THIS one. That incident combined with what I was wearing, It actually took ten years for Brian to convince her that I wasn't gay. He'd even reason that I blaze through girls at school, to which she'd respond "That's because he doesn't realize it yet and he's trying to figure it out... just be a good friend, tell him and help him through the transition." Ten years it took... though I'm sure that there's probably some residual belief in there somewhere.
Interestingly, I left somewhere after hearing some rather horrid news, which would lead me into a seriously dismal situation, like that it's all over. I got into my car and turned it on JUST in time to hear the first note of this song:
Which was kind of uplifting, but it was immediately followed by:
So... I'm not really sure as to what the "message" actually is...
Having been drinking a lot as of my last blog, shortly thereafter, hanging out with friends, I get jovial and in my drunkeness, someone said something about "Yea, not like us City Guys..." so I start wailing out C-I-T-Y, on and on along the end of this:
To the surprise of everyone around me. They apparently thought that I was coming up with the whole thing myself. How the hell had nobody ever heard of City Guys?
Then, my friend's phone goes off with the instrumental of a song and everyone was extremely surprised that I was actually able to sing the whole song to it, of:
With my friend's upcoming marriage, to which I'm the best man (Not sure if I'd mentioned that) I thought I'd look some things up on Google, so in the search bar, I put "Marriages" then Enter... and it came up with a bunch of websites about vampires. Not really sure what THAT'S about...
I was actually made the new owner of a group on here called The Green Fairy, which is a group centered around Absinthe. I was actually pretty glad as it kind of gave me a feeling of legitimacy of being on this website... but alas, two days into it, the group was merged into another one. So it was kind of cool, even though it only lasted two days. At least I haven't been kicked out of the "Group Owners" group yet, so that's cool.
What sucks is that there's going to be a USA/Mexico game here in town for World Cup and I wasn't able to get tickets in time. Also, 30 Seconds To Mars is going to be here with New Politics opening up for them on Oct 5, which is the EXACT concert I saw three years ago, so I'm excited about seeing that (Hopefully) and about ten days later, Bullet For My Valentine is going to be here with Black Veil Brides opening for them. I would absolutely LOVE to go to these, same with a masquerade that's coming up next weekend, as I haven't really done much this Summer, being as I've been grinding away and trying to get ready for my move out of the country soon (Fingers crossed, big bucks no whammies).
Speaking of performances, I FINALLY... finally for the love of all that's holy, found a Gibson Les Paul New Century. It's in Britain though and the guy wants 1200GBP for it... which is about 3 to 4 times the cost it would be here in the States, were I to actually find one. Let alone, who knows how much he'd want to ship it?
Isn't it so gorgeous? So... bwa-ha, if anybody is feeling generous, by all means...
Some funny photos:
Some interesting photos:
Some photos of examples for the failing education system in the US:
Shortly after my last blog, I was having some fun with friends around a campfire, playing some guitar
Not sure if you could see me though.
I actually was too drunk to care about the repercussions of jumping the fire... yet somehow, it caught my hair on fire on the right side... I put it out very swiftly though. Not to worry...
That night, I came up with a new drink, that's equal parts vodka, Midori and lime juice. Going with the gambling theme, I call it the Sour Flush. As evidenced by the nice little chemistry set assembled next to the fire
It's funny, I like drinking Kissui Vodka and as per the bottle, when I'm drunk and pulling it out of the deep freeze, I like to wipe the frost off of the front because it makes me feel like I'm discovering a caveman...
See what I mean?
So, I went to Easton to see a car show, but there weren't any there. It was supposed to be a two day thing, but apparently was only one. I grabbed some photos nonetheless
Recently, the fourth of August, my parents were celebrating their Unniversary. I say it this way as back in 2001, my mom left my father and moved back to Columbus. Realizing not too long afterward, that perhaps it was a rash decision and the gravy train on biscuit wheels is about to come to a screeching halt, she then began to guilt him into this whole charade that they're still together, despite not having lived together since then. Acting as though it's HIS responsibility to take care of her still and the like. Even though in the US, as per taxes and such, a marriage license is null en void after five years of separation (My dad had to pay six years of back taxes due to this). Basically, it's so that the only person that can enjoy being "married" is my mother, as she gets to enjoy all of the "benefits" of being married without any of the hang ups, of course she'll go for that (She's super manipulative... I could go on for an entire book just about her, but I digress) meanwhile, my father only gets the bullshit of them being "Married" without a single ounce of anything resembling a benefit. He even told me that the only reason he goes along with it, is that she's so unstable, he couldn't live with himself if she were to kill herself when he cuts her off... and I can assure you, that's a button she pounds the FUCK out of. Anyhow, it was celebrated at the casino, I finally got my dad into gambling, bwa ha ha...
As you can see, I'm still trying to get over my whole "Phobia of my photo" thing.
After a tryst in a park a couple weeks ago, I got covered in mosquito bites all over again. That'll teach me to take my clothes off in a public park at night... although I'm pretty sure I probably shouldn't do it in the day either.
Congratu-fucking-lations to a personal friend of mine, Thanatoz for finally going Pink this week and her set went live today!
So go to the Front Page and show her set some love!
Despite our differences in the past and everything, I'm actually rather proud of her. I've never known any other SuicideGirl to crank out as many sets as her in such unwavering persistence of her goal. Seriously, hats off to her. I actually had two goals before I said "goodbye" to SG... to become a Staff Photographer and to actually see her go Pink. Fortunately, I saw at least one of those goals, so it doesn't seem like too much of a loss when I do leave.
So, alas, I wanted to get something really positive before I wrap this up into some negativity. I got into a car accident the other day. I had my left blinker on and this guy was right behind me and to the left... anyhow, for like five lights, he wouldn't either slow down or speed up... so I'm getting frustrated as my left turn was coming up. Finally, he backs off a little, but then when I try to get into the lane, he speeds up. Thus leading my back bumper on the left to slam into his front bumper on the right. We pull over into a parking lot to assess the damage and this clown gets out of his car livid as shit yelling at ME about hitting HIS car. My response of course is that "That's fucking impossible... as I'm in front of you, how the fuck could I hit your car??? You hit ME!" He then goes on to say "Maybe if you didn't have your sunglasses on, you'd see this shit!" To which I respond "Oh, so that's it? We're going to put this on my sunglasses? Nothing at all to do with the fact that you're a fucking idiot?" So we look at our respective bumpers and it's only an exchange of paint that could be wiped away with fingers and a bit of saliva, so we both begrudgingly went our separate ways.
Not my only "traffic" incident since my last blog. A few weeks ago, I'm driving along behind this guy, listening to
Which for some reason, this one and their song Bulls On Parade just get me into an amped mood where I just want to break shit. Anyhow, I'm behind this guy in a truck and I'm low on gas, as well as time, when for every light, this asshat actually stops when the light turns yellow. Frustrating the hell out of me, but when I come up to where I have to turn right (Which can be done on a red light) he stops! Leading my reaction to be not unlike THIS one:
Not thinking that my sunroof was back and windows are down, this guy goes OFF in his mirror to me... which of course realizing that he probably heard me, I had a thought of "Jaja, whoops." But then he does the unthinkable. He actually get OUT of his truck and starts heading back. At first I thought he was going to open his back door and get something, but he doesn't, he's pointing at me and yelling something incoherent but angry and rather loudly. Thinking that he was coming back, I got out of my car, because I got into a fight like that before and still in your car, you're just a sitting duck for punches. Hell no I wasn't going through that again. So I get out thinking that it might put things into perspective for him and bring the whole thing to a close. I go up to him next to his truck with my hands up in a peaceful gesture saying things like "Hey, we're both pretty pissed, but hey, it's probably because of something else, not each other... I know that's what mine is. The light is about to change to green, how about we just calm down, go about our ways and part as friends" and stuck out my hand so that he could shake it.
So, here I am earlier this week, getting caught up on this season's episodes of Franklin&Bash, when there was a light tapping, someone rapping at my chamber door. I answer it and it's not an unattractive woman in a kind of suit and channeling my inner Matthew Lillard, the ensuing conversation follows:
Her "Are you 'Bakuto?'"
Me "Well that depends..."
Her "On what?"
Me "Are you a bill collector?"
Her "No."
Me "Where you once a man?"
Her "No."
Me "Are you over 18?"
Her "Yes."
Me "Well then, yes... I am 'Bakuto.'"
Her "Well good... you've been served." and hands me a large envelope.
This guy is suing me!!! He wants me to pay for the damages to his truck, a shattered back door window and a huge dent in the side. This is bullshit. Although, in his defense... I DID use his face to do them. After I offered him my hand, not even taking it, the fucker had the nerve to swing on me! He hit me... but I have this thing when someone swings on me, that I take it extremely personal... I mean yes, I SHOULD take it personally, but I take it even more so, like "The fucking nerve... you have the audacity to hit ME??? What the fuck is wrong with you???" So as this thought is always immediately what goes through my head, I'm sure I probably look a bit stunned. So he swings on me again... so I do this little deflection maneuver that ended up with him getting a good view of his backseat, without the window being rolled down. Then... THEN, back to the audacity thing, he drops to his knees and I start to turn, as though I'm walking away... he has the fucking nerve to try and punch me in the balls! So, I finish it by introducing his face into the side of his truck, hence the dent, leaving him next to it. Apparently, it was his son in the truck that got my license plate, which is how they found out my name and everything because I just got in my car and left, fuck that guy.
Honestly, I'm glad for two things. Firstly, that I'm not being brought up on criminal charges... and second, that I'm not getting hit up with another fucking lawsuit in which I'm supposed to pay for facial reconstruction surgery. The back story behind that, is that I was with a girl I was involved with at a concert a few years ago... and she's one of those "I want a guy that sticks up for me" types (Believe me, this will be relevant later) and we're standing there in the crowd in that large area in front of the stage. While the music is going, this guy is behind her and actually grinding up against her... I catch him and I give him the whole "Dude, come on! Seriously???" speech, to which he does the whole "Oh sorry man, I didn't know she was with you" BS and backs off... for about five minutes. He then starts grabbing on her, pissing her off and when I see it, I swat his hand away and yell "Come on man! Just listen to the music stylings of Jared Leto and treat her with some fucking respect!" He then punches me. It lands in my chest, but in such a way that it's one of those ones where they put their whole power into it, so their fist kind of lingers for a quick second. Seizing the opportunity, I grab his wrist and jerk him toward me, introducing his face to my fist and the momentum of me jerking him causes us to tumble over together, right there in the crowd. He's trying to hit up at me but not that successfully... I on the other hand am going to work on his face, over and over again. Eventually security grabs us and we get the boot. Outside, his friends are checking him out, while I'm trying to leave because the last thing I need is to get jumped by his 10 friends. Meanwhile, the girl I was there with is yelling about how we're over and everything because I'm crazy blah blah blah... which is funny because when women SAY they want that and the situation rises in which you'd have to put up, if you do nothing, you're dumped because they think you're weak, but if you do something, they leave you anyways, despite everything they've said, because once they see you punching someone, they get scared. Anyhow, I get served (By a guy that time) because I broke parts of his jaw and cheekbone, something to do with his Orbital socket (Which I'm guessing holds the eye or something) and his Maxilla.
The Maxilla:
And where did HE get my information? You got it... little lady that dumped me right there, went back and filled him in. So, in a meeting with lawyers, the whole thing was dropped because as Security stated, we both were engaged in a fight that he initiated... which led me to not be at fault for a legal term called "Mutual Combat." I'm not sure of all the details, I'm just glad I didn't have to pay for it. I ran into him a year ago and although he looks natural, though having known that he had work done, I could kind of tell a little. Having seen him in the meeting with his lawyers, he had an excellent surgeon. He and I had a handshake and he apologized for starting the whole thing as he had a little to drink and gets angry easily then. I of course apologized for my part and that it had to go that far... which he actually took full responsibility for. We left each other in a friendly manner. My point of all of this, is in no way to sit here and be all "Look at me, I'm a bad ass, blah blah blah!" Because honestly, it's stupid. I think it's ALL stupid. Since then, I've been more persistent in trying to end things diplomatically before it gets to that point, but sometimes I'm unsuccessful. I was like that before, but I doubt I'll luck out again with evading a financial settlement, so I'm REALLY trying these days. Like when I offered the guy in the truck my hand... but alas, some people just can't be reasoned with.
So, off topic, but I've been avoiding Facebook and such like the fucking plague. Well, I still answer messages and I see my page... but I just hate seeing how happy everybody is. Well, that's probably not it, more than likely, it's that it causes me to focus and reflect upon on my own lack thereof. Nah... no, I think I may have been right the first time. I don't know... I just haven't been feeling good the last couple of weeks. Kind of apathetic... I just don't care about anything. I mean, I've always not cared, but I at least had my passions as I'm somewhat hedonistic. Though, I seriously haven't felt like doing anything... not taking photos, I haven't picked up my guitar, I haven't written anything... hell, it took me almost a week to get up to typing THIS out. Even drinking, it's been awhile. It's not that I don't want to do these things, like I'm avoiding them or anything... I just don't feel motivated to bother with doing them. Like Latino-Fest this weekend, it's pretty much the one thing I was looking forward to this summer, I was going to go down while wearing my Deportivo Independente Medellin jersey... but I just couldn't get going. Even women... I just don't care anymore. Even here on SuicideGirls, I'm still wresting with whether or not I'm going to renew my account when it expires this month. I've just lost all interest in everything that adds luster to my life. Just kind of lost or something, if any of this makes sense. I just haven't found joy in these things anymore...
Well, I'll try to end this before bringing everybody down... with this bit of advice. Always remember:
