geometricalfuck

I haven't been on this site since November. I went on a sabbatical trip to Disneyworld for six months, where I rode Space Mountain at the very least 23 times each day.
Boring people on bad cocaine.

In reality, I've done nothing. I graduated from College after a side-slapping 5 years.
I serve and bartend, which makes me wonder why furthering my education and putting myself into deep debt benefits me.

I drink way too much whiskey, which makes me agree with Maxi's suspicion that I'm trying to pickle myself.

Yesterday my girlfriend and I broke up (the beautiful lassie above). We have four months left on our lease. We slept together last night, which is more than I can say for the three days preceding our demise. I broke things off because I'm unhappy. It's a hail-mary attempt to break away for awhile, marinate on what we once were, and perhaps get our shit together. There are many doubts concerning this. You can't hope for someone to be something, do something, or see something. I love her, but the way we treat one another can't go on.

SOME THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW...
At the beginning of the 20th century, baseball players wore metal spikes.
Ty Cobb, who played for the Detroit Tigers, used to slide into bases cleats up. He once took a player out for life because he ripped the guy's wrist open with his shoes. He was one of the greatest players of all time. He was misanthropic and fucking hated life. There was alot of whiskey around back then, too.
Around 1918, he got car-jacked on Trumball Ave. in Detroit. Three guys pulled him out and started beating him, stabbing his back six inches deep. He fought back, and the three fled. He caught up with one in an alley a minute later and pistol whipped the guy until he no longer had a face. When the police found him days later, they couldn't identify the body.
The gun was jammed, which pissed Ty off even more...I guess.
He was on his way to this train station, which is now completely empty and vacant.
There she is. That night, he played a game with that six inch stab wound and got a triple and double. He had issues.
I broke in there three years ago. There were old syringes and bottles and blood stains on the walls. A few broken crack pipes. I'm pretty sure some seedy shit goes on in there. I'm pretty sure I want to move away from the murder capital.