No more bitching!!! I'm not going to bitch about anything that has, is or will happened to me, anymore. It all happens for a reason, and none of it is anyhing I didnt set myself up for at some point.
"The universe has a way of unfolding itself."-The black guy in Harold and Kumar go to White Castle
The day after I was supposed to leave for Colorado one of my best friends started having shit turn sideways on him. I was the only person he felt like turning to. It was good in that instance that I was not in Colorado.
If I had put my shit back in its "special hiding place" like I usually kept it, it would have never been discovered by tuscaloosa's finest. I wouldnt be here! I brought this on myself. Its not that serious of a charge in the grand scheme of things. Later in life I'm sure I'll have dealings with the police that this experience will help me or someone I know with. Or maybe it was suposed to inspire me to be a lawyer?
A couple days ago my former roommate, the one single guy I hang out with, was also threatened with eviction. He called the owner of the house out on:
(1) why did you throw away my vacum?
(2) why did you drink my beer?
(3) why did you throw away that scrap alluminum?
(4) why are you still growing p****** cactus and cooking up m********? we are already in enough trouble, shithead!
Now he needs a roommate. I had been bitching because school, rugby, moving, and appointments at the VA had all stacked up to mean I didnt have time to do shit. Fortunately this included not having time to go to the office at the apt complex I just moved into and sign a lease! Everything happens for a reason. I get my old roommate back! The house and location arent going to be as good, for sure, but at least niether of us will be rooming with strangers, OR captain douche sack.
There are no coincidences, nothing is random.
"The universe has a way of unfolding itself."-The black guy in Harold and Kumar go to White Castle
The day after I was supposed to leave for Colorado one of my best friends started having shit turn sideways on him. I was the only person he felt like turning to. It was good in that instance that I was not in Colorado.
If I had put my shit back in its "special hiding place" like I usually kept it, it would have never been discovered by tuscaloosa's finest. I wouldnt be here! I brought this on myself. Its not that serious of a charge in the grand scheme of things. Later in life I'm sure I'll have dealings with the police that this experience will help me or someone I know with. Or maybe it was suposed to inspire me to be a lawyer?
A couple days ago my former roommate, the one single guy I hang out with, was also threatened with eviction. He called the owner of the house out on:
(1) why did you throw away my vacum?
(2) why did you drink my beer?
(3) why did you throw away that scrap alluminum?
(4) why are you still growing p****** cactus and cooking up m********? we are already in enough trouble, shithead!
Now he needs a roommate. I had been bitching because school, rugby, moving, and appointments at the VA had all stacked up to mean I didnt have time to do shit. Fortunately this included not having time to go to the office at the apt complex I just moved into and sign a lease! Everything happens for a reason. I get my old roommate back! The house and location arent going to be as good, for sure, but at least niether of us will be rooming with strangers, OR captain douche sack.
There are no coincidences, nothing is random.