The trains are so loud
So Johnny Chimpo calls today to tell me he is back in town. Then he calls me again at like 8pm and says he's at a show. So even though I'm pretty broke I go and meet up with him. It turned out to be a bunch of bands we really weren't that into. But it was getting out nevertheless. I ran into this guy who gave me a tattoo about four years ago. He didn't remember me, but I remembered him because I remember everyone for some reason, even people I just casually bump into. I showed him the tattoo he gave me and he cringed, then gave me his card and assured me he does much better work these days.
So Johnny Chimpo decides he wants to go. I go to my car, he goes to his and he's supposed to follow me to where ever it is we are going which at this point I didn't even know. For some reason he takes forever to pull up to where I am, but then finally does pull up and says he met these girls and they are coming to my house to play guitar hero. I say whatever and we drive to my house.
The first hour or so was pleasant. everyone seemed to be cool and enjoying themselves. Then the ever popular Jerry, my brother and sort of roommate came home, and ruined everything. He never complains when I have people over. He ussually tries to join in, but is drunk, and then gets even drunker. If it's just guys I am hanging with he always tries to talk shit about me, if there are any women there he always either tries to hit on them or cock block me. there was this girl I was seeing for about a year, but no matter how much he saw us together or how much she came over, or how clear it was that we were together he would always try and hit on her and ruin the evening by making her feel really uncomfortable. After a while he finally went to bed though, and then the girls left. Johnny Chimpo had went to the backyard for fresh air and never returned so I went to go look for him. I found him passed out on the grass in a small pool of his own vomit. I got him up, and had to clean him up and put him to bed as if he were one of my kids. Then he kept saying sorry, sorry sorry over and over again, so I had to lay the old shut the fuck up and go to sleep on his ass.
That was my day, this is my life, and it's ending one minute at a time.
So Johnny Chimpo calls today to tell me he is back in town. Then he calls me again at like 8pm and says he's at a show. So even though I'm pretty broke I go and meet up with him. It turned out to be a bunch of bands we really weren't that into. But it was getting out nevertheless. I ran into this guy who gave me a tattoo about four years ago. He didn't remember me, but I remembered him because I remember everyone for some reason, even people I just casually bump into. I showed him the tattoo he gave me and he cringed, then gave me his card and assured me he does much better work these days.
So Johnny Chimpo decides he wants to go. I go to my car, he goes to his and he's supposed to follow me to where ever it is we are going which at this point I didn't even know. For some reason he takes forever to pull up to where I am, but then finally does pull up and says he met these girls and they are coming to my house to play guitar hero. I say whatever and we drive to my house.
The first hour or so was pleasant. everyone seemed to be cool and enjoying themselves. Then the ever popular Jerry, my brother and sort of roommate came home, and ruined everything. He never complains when I have people over. He ussually tries to join in, but is drunk, and then gets even drunker. If it's just guys I am hanging with he always tries to talk shit about me, if there are any women there he always either tries to hit on them or cock block me. there was this girl I was seeing for about a year, but no matter how much he saw us together or how much she came over, or how clear it was that we were together he would always try and hit on her and ruin the evening by making her feel really uncomfortable. After a while he finally went to bed though, and then the girls left. Johnny Chimpo had went to the backyard for fresh air and never returned so I went to go look for him. I found him passed out on the grass in a small pool of his own vomit. I got him up, and had to clean him up and put him to bed as if he were one of my kids. Then he kept saying sorry, sorry sorry over and over again, so I had to lay the old shut the fuck up and go to sleep on his ass.
That was my day, this is my life, and it's ending one minute at a time.
nakissa:
are you gonna be at the american head charge tonite???