Troubled Waters

...just wanted to be part of this superstar thread.... 

Just stoppin in to show a lil love

Here I am back again.  Broken, torn, mentally drained, sexually frustrated (different from being sexually abused ), and downright stoned out of my mind. 

Where do I start?  300 into 3k, back down to almost nothing.  I emptied my account on the rockies/cards u27.5.  I am now as I type waiting for the hammer to drop in the 7th inning.  I put the rest of my roll on it, and it is a 31 dollar bet.  So from 300 to 3000 to 31. 

I was eating cereal when I lost my last huge bet.  5-3 game, had u8.5, and a homerun made it 5-5.  Funny thing was that there were 2 outs in the bottom of the 9th, and 2 strikes on the batter.  Bye bye 1500. 

Spoon was in my hand so it went flying first.  Stuck in the upper left hand corner of the den wall.  Right beside my right hand was the remote control and it was next.  Now on the wall, right beside one of the cell phone holes, lies a perfect indention of the remote control.  Shattered it.  Walked into the kitchen.  Cake to the wall.  Yes about 75% of an iced cake. 

My rage did not cease as my poor wife begged me to take valiums and somas.  Obliterated a kitchen cabinet before I realized that this was not bringing back my money.  I started slapping myself.  Found out that it was not enough pain so I slammed my arm in another cabinet door.  

Boys I have the worst breaks.  It was houston arizona thursday night.  I didn't sleep at all that night as I thought about my place in life.  What a loser, what a nobody.  And here we fucking go again with a fluke hit and rbi by molina.  2 inches inside the dam foul line.  Who fuking cares its 31 dollars.  Oh and there is the loss. 

On to my situation in life.  Punk, glory years behind me, foggy mind from years of drug abuse, washed up, anxious, depressed, couch dweller.  Those are my good qualities.  More to be said soon I feel like I've been kicked in the nuts once again.

After the Laughter Comes the Tearz

At least I have this song and xanax to send me into a temporary cloud of wishful thinking.

Voices Carry

Thank all that is good for the decade of the 1980's.

Baseball is the mother of all person. The only way to win is to be a pimp, but the majority of us end up being hopeless johns.

slikster perhaps I would be better off as a looney toon.  Like a cartoon character.  I already have the status of a blade of grass, I am meaningless.  People have more respect for goofy than they do for protostar. 

Dammit.  What the fuk happened to me?  I had it so good for a long time.  I've burned all bridges though, and the water is rising on my little island.  357 nearby and it has started smiling at me.

I rented Breakfast Club.  Nowadays I break down and cry when "Don't You Forget About Me" comes on at the end.  I rewind it like 20 times and remember yesteryear. 

I watched Hurt Locker today.  They guy addicted to disarming explosives hit the nail on the head when he told his infant son "as you get older, fewer and fewer things really matter to you.  I am down to one."  He was addicted to war.  It was all he had left.  Life had struck him hard and he was hurting.  He went back to Iraq. 

I was a heart throb.  Now I have a trobbing heart.  I was in demand, now I feel like I am sinking in quick sand. 

pure gut wrenching poetry proto...

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IC18MjfMFhI

 

...decade that is the 80s, highly under appreciated ogp. right there with ya...im bringin back the delorean soon...but as a hybrid...

ogp i got a best of john hughes soundtrack of the 80s. pimp sh*t. 

rip jh...no one could do up a generation of hs classics being portrayed by twenty something yr old actors like that of the late great mr. jh...

Reg season football is almost here fellow dirt shooters

Proto im going to make you some money on one bet this year on football... b ready 

Proto doesn't want to shoot the dirt anymore.....

I know Dopa .... Im startin to wonder if the leader is re questioning the integrity of this thread 

No Iwinner, just questioning the purpose of my existence.  Iwinner that sounds great that we are going to make money together.  You will need to spot me a grand or 2, my wife has cut me off and I have no way of making money.  I could accept a money transfer and it would help out a lot, especially since I won't be betting on football without a money transfer from an internet friend. 

You and dopester are making it big time in the spamming business now, and I'm sure 2 grand to you is like a couple of pennies to me.  I would pay you back after we knock one out of the park!  Money transfer right back to Iwinner!

I wish I had the balls of the Dougherty siblings, I would just go on a crime spree.  Dopay aren't you from Florida?  West Palm Beach?  Are you related to the Dougherty's, they were from Florida too you see.

Well right now I'm dealing with severe depression.  Another blown opportunity and it happened to be my last opportunity unless something unexpected comes along.  Of course I will continue playing lottery, but honestly guys I think lottery's odds are against protostar.

As I develop a sense of worthlessness I consider a meltdown.  If I have a meltdown, somebody will have to notice protostar.  Maybe then I can achieve something positive.  Unlikely, but what else can I do?  Metaphorically speaking, my back is against the wall, one hand is tied behind my back, and I am trying to fend off 7 UFC champions. 

Boys this may come as a surprise, but when you are considering offing yourself, shooting the dirt is an afterthought at best. 

Perhaps the current of the Troubled Waters has swept me out to sea for good.  Time will tell, but it's not looking good.  Life has dealt me a TKO in the 5th round (middle aged dork).  I'm surprised I lasted this long against the wrath of life. 

"I start to think there really is no cure for depression, that happiness is an ongoing battle, and I wonder if it isn't one I'll have to fight for as long as I live. I wonder if it's worth it."---Elizabeth Wurtzel

Iwinnaaaaar!

Iwinnar, I got up early this morning, TOOK A SHOWER, splashed on some cologne from the mid 90's (still smells good), put some deodorant on, put some clean clothes on (pants sagging of course), and headed out the door to WU.  Happy as a fool in love. 

You see I knew I had a couple grand waiting on me at the cash giveaway.  I just knew it.  I felt I gave a compelling speech last night and that you found 2 grand laying around scattered in your car, money you had forgot about, and sent it my way. 

So I went to the the cash giveaway and told them that protostar should have some USDollars available from either Iwinner or Dopay.  Coming from Florida.  They asked if I had a reference number and I said no, but I do have a "secret question answer".  I said the answer is, "spam all day, send unsolicited emails all night".  They seemed stunned and told me to leave.  Destroyed and whip-lashed, I remembered that there is another cash giveaway business.

So I went there and told them the same information.  I was waiting on a reply when the owner of the grocery store caught the back of my knee with a baseball bat.  He thought i was sticking the place up because I had my pants sagging. 

Befuddled and humbled, I crawled out to my car and started weeping.  I then got out and threw myself in front of a street sweeper.  Dazed and forgotten, I thought about my internet friends Dopay and Iwinner.  I then realized that it was not your fault that you did not send me 2 grand, it was my fault.  I realized that alpha males tend to pick on middle aged recluses like me, and that it was my fault for expecting the cash in the first place. 

I placed a neon purple ribbon in my hair and took off my pants.  I went to the nearest Wal Mart and spotted a nice looking lady.  With the speed of a banshee I embarked on a mission called "dick whip".  This involved courting the young woman and when she least expected it, whipping my young gun around like I own the world.

Tired and abandoned, I decided to come back home and here I sit.  Pouring my heart out to you.  Delta 1 to Troubled Waters, Delta 1 to Troubled Waters, come in Troubled Waters.  Do you read me?  Over. 

Bette Davis Eyes

Dopa its bout time you stepped up and threw Proto a couple grand bro 

HI.

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