Troubled Waters

no...I heard that you do strange things down there...

I cant lie... the penalty box is a horrid place to be.Brutal rapes daily. But misery loves company. 

if this thread was the desert...... I'd be the sea

 

Another analogy:

  This thread used to be the dessert, but Proto is no longer the main course.  He has turned into a hack like a lot of the other bad storytellers here.

'there can be only one!"

Good job MP and Biscuits for not lettin the haters stop us from keepin the thread alive and  the dirt shootin going

Sometimes i think they forget that Proto is only human. I feel so bad for the poor feller.

I feel Ive been loyal to you Proto. Speaketh 

yes comrade, you have been a good soilder in the army of the night.

he will return

damn Proto just got out of the joint again about a hour ago 

the waiting is the hardest part

Yes it is.I'm considering a mini crime spree to help me pass the time.First i'll buy some speed,aint had none in like 25years, then a blowjob and the grand finish. Steal a 3 pack of white tee shirts from k-mart. i think i could do this thing!

It's a just cause. Shooting the dirt is soylent green. If not, then it's all boolshit.

 OCD you're allright man.

f off

Well here I am.  Broken and torn.  Human waste.  I don't understand why I can't be happy but it's just not happening.  Let me sum up the past 4 years for you guys.  I come into some money, usually from my poor wife.  I win 2 or 3 games going all in every time, then lose it.  My goal is always 10 thousand.  About twice a year I get it up to 5 thousand.  I go all in for the last time.  I have lost the past 3 times I have gotten that far.  I have been to 10k about 4 times.  I still end up losing it all because I chase.  It takes a long time though once I'm at 10k and those are days of happiness.  I was even up to about 18k last October.  I lost every cent because I started betting out of boredom. 

I think about that bankroll all the time.  I was helping with the bills, I was buying things for my daughter, I felt like a good person.  The other day after losing about 3 thousand (I had built up 200 to 3k) I threw my cell phone at the wall as hard as I could.  It stuck in the wall.  Now in our living room there are about 5 holes in the wall.  In just this room.  2 are from my cell phone (which never rings), 2 are from me kicking the wall, 1 or 2 are from punching a hole in the wall.  There may be 6 holes my wife covers them up with pictures and a clock.  Our living room is not symmetrical at all.  Pictures in very odd places.  The couch is in an odd place 2 as she tries to cover where I kicked.  But the new cell phone hole is right by the light switch. 

I feel like a terrible person.  I want the best for my family and my wife is a good person.  But I am a miserable fool.  I sleep all day and wake to thoughts of being rich.  These thoughts don't go away.  Very weird.  Torturous too.  I see my old friends on facebook and they all have such fun lives.  Pictures of partying with fine girls, etc.  Successful lives.  Doctor almost finished with residency, PGA tour caddy for a highly ranked player, computer expert who moved to southern california and lives on the beach.  They have no time for me anymore.  I am alone.  My wife threatened divorce and said she would have the papers quick.  I cried and she decided not to. 

I am a failure.

By the way my phone never rings because nobody ever calls it.  Other than sportsbooks usually bookmaker.  I get so excited when I see a number from out of town.  Thinking its an old friend or maybe even a lottery worker.  I get so down when the guy says they have such a good deal for me wont I give them some money?

There is really no point in my having a cell phone because it never rings.  Very rarely.  It's my mom or my wife telling me she is on the way home.  So get my ass up and come out to help bring stuff in.  What a life.

proto...you have the ability to think things through bro...do what you can to always try and better yourself...

Thats easy for you to say but MP he is very confused and mixed up now. I'm not sure he knows who he is.

" I see my old friends on facebook and they all have such fun lives. "

I know how you feel about facebook.

It's really tough on weekend nights to see all these people posting mobile uploads of themselves out having such a good time.

What does it feel like to be out on a weekend ?

I can hardly remember

 

 

We spent the summer with the top rolled down ....
Wished ever after would be like this .....

I have never been on facebook or looked for anyone on facebook. Fuck facebook!