how about a little story... 1997 for me the most fun year of my life, but conversely the worst. my first full year out of high school, i had 15,000 dollars burning a hole in my pocket, my friends were still talking to each other, and the greatest videogame ever made was released. so lets go back...
we start the year off with a bang, my friends and i, and it could literally have turned into a just that, a bang (and i would be dead). as we pulled one of the dumbest, craziest, ballsiest, coolest stunts we ever pulled... on january 3rd we stapled gasoline soaked rags to my friend sam's hundai hatchback, and drove it down the freeway... why? cause we were 18, drunk, high, and thought we were in invicible. thats it no other reason. so thats how my year started off damn that was a great year.
i was living on my own for the first time in 97 and as i said i had fifteen grand burning a hole in my pocket, so what was i to do... well i lived in a place that was within walking distance of my job and all the places i hung out at so i didn't need a car right a way (plus i had friends who had cars) so i partied, i drank like a fish, smoked a shit load of weed, bought a bunch of shit i didnt need or want (almost none of which i own to this day), just generally had a great time for the first three months... to the tune of about 4,000 dollars.
now if anybody had been paying attention back then possibly things might have gone a little different later, but they werent... so now its april im down to eleven grand and i tell myself to slow down a bit cause i need to save some cash for the comic con which was in god i cant remember fucking july i think, so now the parties are much smaller just me and my core friends, james, d.j., sam, and mike. were still killing bottles and passing pipes, only not in quite as great a magnitude, plus, since the hangers on are gone and my friends have jobs i have to spend less money, but im still buying crap i dont need.
like in may when i finally get it into my head that i need some wheels and buy a '66 dodge dart from my friend james for 2500 dollars, well i didn't need wheels so i just let it sit on the street ant by june the thing got towed away... now once again if my doctor had been paying attention, he would have seen the symptoms of bipolar and saved me alot of pain later but... so now im down to about seven grand or so and the con is right around the corner, we have hotel resevations (even though we live fairly close, we want to get drunk and dont want to drive), so i need to save money, so i stop buying crap, but not partying.
actually this is getting pretty long part two (out of control fanboys, losing to a 9 year old, kicked out of the eisner awards, meeting kevin smith) tomorrow... or whenever i feel like it.
we start the year off with a bang, my friends and i, and it could literally have turned into a just that, a bang (and i would be dead). as we pulled one of the dumbest, craziest, ballsiest, coolest stunts we ever pulled... on january 3rd we stapled gasoline soaked rags to my friend sam's hundai hatchback, and drove it down the freeway... why? cause we were 18, drunk, high, and thought we were in invicible. thats it no other reason. so thats how my year started off damn that was a great year.
i was living on my own for the first time in 97 and as i said i had fifteen grand burning a hole in my pocket, so what was i to do... well i lived in a place that was within walking distance of my job and all the places i hung out at so i didn't need a car right a way (plus i had friends who had cars) so i partied, i drank like a fish, smoked a shit load of weed, bought a bunch of shit i didnt need or want (almost none of which i own to this day), just generally had a great time for the first three months... to the tune of about 4,000 dollars.
now if anybody had been paying attention back then possibly things might have gone a little different later, but they werent... so now its april im down to eleven grand and i tell myself to slow down a bit cause i need to save some cash for the comic con which was in god i cant remember fucking july i think, so now the parties are much smaller just me and my core friends, james, d.j., sam, and mike. were still killing bottles and passing pipes, only not in quite as great a magnitude, plus, since the hangers on are gone and my friends have jobs i have to spend less money, but im still buying crap i dont need.
like in may when i finally get it into my head that i need some wheels and buy a '66 dodge dart from my friend james for 2500 dollars, well i didn't need wheels so i just let it sit on the street ant by june the thing got towed away... now once again if my doctor had been paying attention, he would have seen the symptoms of bipolar and saved me alot of pain later but... so now im down to about seven grand or so and the con is right around the corner, we have hotel resevations (even though we live fairly close, we want to get drunk and dont want to drive), so i need to save money, so i stop buying crap, but not partying.
actually this is getting pretty long part two (out of control fanboys, losing to a 9 year old, kicked out of the eisner awards, meeting kevin smith) tomorrow... or whenever i feel like it.
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I would have bought a solid gold toilet.