We all Walk the Long Road

I guess the road wasn't very long for you. But, when you go through life at 100 miles per hour, it is always going to be short trip .You were my favorite cousin, nicer to me than my own brothers most of the time. You had a heart of gold but never took shit from anyone. I always admired your toughness. You were never the biggest guy in the room, and you knew that (most of the time), but you never let that hold you back.You felt no fear. It seemed as though you could survive anything physical. From that time you fucked your arm up really bad skateboarding to all the car accident. I will never forget picking you up for that stupid EMT class in the Fall/Winter of 2006. We had a lot of great deep conversations on those rides. You also had a great sense of humor, we shared many laughs about the goofballs in that class ("got them Chinese eyes"). I was really down during that time and hanging out with you was one of the few joys i had that winter. God knows being around my dad and your mom was torture for us both. I don't think the full impact of this has hit me, it comes in waves, I don't really like being alone right now and I guess you felt the same way the past few months. All i can do now is learn from what happened to you and use some of your toughness in me, not only to get through this rough time but for the rest of my life. If somehow this digital transmission is beamed out into the atmosphere and and your soul is an antenna, I want you to know that your family and true friends knew how much you loved them, and we loved you to. I will never forget you, and will use you as an inspiration throughout my life. I just wish you didn't burn out so fast on us.



Love you Ryen,
Will

Consiouness of streams

Its been a while, babe ;-)

Anyways. Let's begin...I'm not even sure when I last posted...maybe 6 months ago. Those days summed up in a sentence: I moved to Baltimore and started a J.O.B (which is really the point in life when one begins to die)and I had sex with a former crackhead MILF. OK flash bang......premature ejaculation on her face.....lets BLOG. I hate my job most of the time....I'm underpaid for the work I do and the stress it causes....but that's besides the point...I'm like a frog and this is just one lily pad that I have to jump on to get to the next lily pad....and so on.

My job could be one giant social psychology experiment. There aren't many better judges of ones humanity than observing how people act when they are in extreme physical and emotional pain (or at least think they are). Whether its observing the tears of a grieving husband realizing the hope for recovery for his catatonic, waste of liver transplant spouse, is dim....or an asshole patient refusing to speak and just moan like a cunt in heat as their regressed form of communication.....

anyways I'm sure most of this rambling doesn't make sense. Maybe I should write about drunk dads since that got me the most comments (2)...but I don't live with a drunk dad right now so I have no new stories....I have phone calls but no actual physical real time stories....Maybe ill try to find a new drunk dad on craigslist to move in with so i will have cool things to write about. Anyways lets leave with another song.

I havent update this shit in almost two months. I don't have any loyal readers but thats cool. Well, I've been working a week less than a month now. Its going ok. Some days are good, some days aren't. But I really feel like listening to music. So I'm going to post a video. PEACE OUT GREASE OUT!