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DONT STOP LIVING IN THE RED!
DONT STOP LIVING IN THE RED!
im quitting aromas. ive gotten a new job at garibaldi's (right across the street). im in day four of a fast, in which everyday ive worked 12 or so hours a day straight. whooo. lovin life.
let us pray that we retake the house and senate.
since last time.
i live in charleston. saw dragonforce and btbam. um. played some shows, gotten down and dirty shitfaced. lets see. done alot of stumbling around. went to the usc game. got pulled, nothing happened. drugs suck a dick. ive been very regular with my stool. all is well.
last night i had a dream, in which every girl ive ever been involved with sat down at the table of sisterhood, and proceeded to attack me. i think i puked in the dream. one of these ghost women told me, "if done some fucked up shit, but your a monster."
this is what happens when i goto sleep with money problems on the brain.
Saturday I finished my PTI bull-hocky, finally, once and for all. Now, almost a year and a half after my arrest, im finally clear of it (for the most part. Im still waiting on a slip of paper so I can go pay 185 dollars to get this thing completely expunged).
Now, in alittle more than two weeks, I move to charleston. Ill be living a block away, completely randomly mind you - this was not planned, from my favorite kids from high school.
Im excited. I'm..finally..y'know, moving forward and all that neat stuff. I know what I'm doing.
and that monkeys off my back. whoo.
Ok. Im going to go bowling, then drinking. whoopee.
according to joey, whose been crashing with me on and off throughout the summer, ive taken to screaming obscenities at him in my sleep and fighting off invisible demons.
last night for instance, he goes to pee, comes back into the room. i pop up and ask,
dude, what the fuck are you talking about? shut the fuck up
and then pass right back out. later on i wake him up by kick boxing in my sleep.
i think im losing my mind.
ok. so im driving this souped up mini van, im alittle drunk leaving my friends house off of pine needles, in florence. take a wrong turn. road dead ends. i realize im at an old church, a really monollithic structure. at this point im about to leave, and another vehicle arrives. out pops a girl asking me if im here for the art show. i respond, no, im ignorent of any art show and have no idea where i am. she blathers on about fate or some weird shit, mentions the show is free, so i go into the building. the art is all pretty evil, fire and brimstone, dante's inferno type stuff. i leave, not even getting the girls name, and drive home.
this is where the dream begins to really go off the metaphorical deep end.
my house is located at the same place as my current house in florence. except its on stilts, similar to those on houses in flood areas at the beach, and its much larger. im living with just about everyone ive ever played music with. really bizarre. we proceed to get shit faced. later on the next day, i think it prudent to go back to this church. bad move apparently, there's music playing. the most beautiful music ive ever heard. it sounds holy. turns out there's this cult thing here. i check it out, solely on the music. i see the girl from earlier, realize her father's like..the second in command or something like that of this cult. she beckons me over, we talk and then services start. this cult is awesome in the holiest form of the word. however, its a cult. my flight or fight response is totally on guard. im waiting to see whats wrong. i plan to spin the trap on my would be captors, making them feel the burn of underestimating and fucking with the garrett.
and i find it!
apparently, the kids are all trapped. this cult goes for families. i was supposed to bring my family, but HAHA! i didnt! the escape is made. i organize the other younger folks and we make for an hiliarious escape, ignoring the front door, swinging around on ropes and generally risking our lives. this action sequence happened so fast i barely remember it, but i swear onto you, that what happened inside that imaginary church was MIND BLOWING.
ok, so we're hacking our way out, fighting through the religious zealots, hacking and slashing. i proceed to get in a bad ass Micheal Jackson razor blade fight with the girls dad. everythings nuts.
at this point, i wake up, walk across the room, turn off the alarm clock, lay back down and am thrown right back into the dream.
its like ride of the fucking valkries in my head. the great escape times infinity. people are screaming, celebrating. we make it back to my home. im sitting in the garage, drinking and beer and cops run in! holding..johnny? who was apparently just released from jail. he's held up all hannibal lector style, they release him, hugs abound and we celebrate. i have destroyed a cult, ridded the world of another evil, and johnny was released.
turns out the werent an evil cult..not that i could prove. they forgive me for destroying their church and hacking many of their flock to shreds and that girl asks me to marry her. at this point I wake up. my dreams usually slam me with a hurricane of information right before i wake up, but this one was a true overload. im still not sure what this dream means. all i remember, is that that music was awesome, and that girl really disturbed me.