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Post by Therin on Aug 16, 2016 1:19:48 GMT
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Post by Caylus Ark on Aug 16, 2016 1:59:39 GMT
Hmm?
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Post by Therin on Aug 31, 2016 12:08:13 GMT
He's a loan shark, finches raisin grams to a finger in the garment district, he's got it sown like singers is all that talk blasphemy? this kid's after me for the heights to to the Burlington Coat Factory fuck it
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Post by Therin on Aug 31, 2016 15:32:24 GMT
Perhaps the dopest joint of all time
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Post by Therin on Sept 13, 2016 22:57:33 GMT
Things are quieter now. I feel like I leveled up or something. Like one of those waves of stress/weirdness/anomalies washed over me like a gritty beach. It's like that dream I once had a long time ago way back in college.....in Cristal's house....asleep on her couch. It just washes over me and this time the coming and going of it was easier on me. My navigation through it was more effortless. The passing of it left few marks. Indeed, not one can be found.
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Post by Therin on Sept 16, 2016 11:34:28 GMT
It has dawned on me that I have to consider the possibility that the helmet wearing fat guy on the dirtbike that I nearly shot to death on my front lawn was just some dude on his way to wherever the fuck he was going. He was probably just minding his own business, going about his day, when he saw me. He was just determined to get wherever he was going in a fun and helmet wearing manner, then he waved at me.
I, the asshole, crazy fuck that I am just tend to set people off. He had a purpose. I didn't. He was on his way somewhere he pre-planned. It was part of a routine, something he has very little choice in doing. I, the unhinged madman that I can be, didn't have a routine. I just felt an urge to act. I didn't even know what act to do. I had no plan. I felt a pressure like a wave was coming. A cubic centimeter.
I got up and walked outside and down the street towards one of the strange houses. I hear a motorbike coming down the street. I'm walking up on the house and all the cars in the driveway/street when he passes me. His gaze lingers in the mirror.
This safety conscious, hearty young determined lad ended up doing donuts in the street in front of my driveway, clearly marking my place of residence as a place of interest for the whole neighborhood to see. All because of my insanity. I marked myself.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2016 13:59:51 GMT
That doesn't seem very reasonable.
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Post by Therin on Sept 19, 2016 14:08:32 GMT
Reason can only take you so far...
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Post by Therin on Oct 4, 2016 11:50:56 GMT
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Post by Therin on Oct 4, 2016 12:51:33 GMT
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Post by Therin on Oct 5, 2016 12:10:25 GMT
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Post by Therin on Feb 8, 2017 22:27:23 GMT
Things have calmed down around here significantly. No weird events. No strange people sitting outside my house. No dudes on dirt bikes harassing me. My next door neighbor is strange as fuck but even he has scaled it back lately.
I feel pretty solid.
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Post by Therin on Feb 27, 2017 20:53:21 GMT
So...had a 'incident' today. First the internet was acting funky last night. Then as I am trying to get sweet pea into the car to run an errand I notice my dog darting past us. I think to myself 'shit'. I turn to see him running across the street where he begins to accost a rather cholo looking mexican american fellow who was apparently lounging with his friend in someone's front yard.
Now this is sort of a dilemma because my daughter is just standing in front of my garage and I have to leave her there to go after my idiot dog. As I cross the street I can tell that the young Hispanic fellow is pretty flustered. He shouts that he is going to kill my idiot dog and is calling me...yours truly....a 'mother fucker'. For a titillating moment I thought this sweet young hispanic gentlemen was going to chase my dog around because he did kick at him. He missed badly though. While he was kicking and cursing I suppose his friend was taking note of the situation. I had to act fast. I had already yelled out my idiot dog's name very loudly. I put enough umph in it so that he would know I was fucking serious. He broke from his fixation and I swooped down and got his stupid ass and whisked him across the street.
Meanwhile his friend was trying to leverage the situation by saying 'Ayyye Man, you didn't even apologize.' I stopped, turned around and gave a big swooping bow as I sad very loudly 'I am so very sorry!'. I then turned and carried my dog to the front door and put him inside.
I could hear an additional 'mother fucker' this and 'mother fucker' that from the gentlemen across the street as I installed the car-seat. I considered options. After a minute or so a car pulled up and they got in and left.
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Post by Therin on Feb 28, 2017 11:51:09 GMT
Also there was a witness. Neighbor two doors down was sitting in his car. He called over to me just before these two left and asked me what just happened. Black fellow. Seems nice.
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Post by Therin on Feb 28, 2017 11:51:55 GMT
He was my Nestor I suppose. Or was it Beningio? I forget. The guy that lives in between us is strange through. Another black fellow. This dude is from Cincinnati and he works up there. He comes down here like every weekend and I dunno if he brings them but he has a daughter and I dunno who's kids those others are. There are like at least 3 or 4 of them. They are weird. He was wearing a shirt advertising a global church once....the youngest kid was wearing a pearl jam shirt. Pearl Jam. Pretty sure I could start singing even flow and that kid wouldn't know what I was on. I get strange vibes from them. Anyways. Just thought I would talk some shit about people around here.
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