Once I started crying earlier I didn't stop. I was listening to my music and I just get so emotional. After I listened to Little Jeannie about 5 times, I then listened to Piano Man by Billy Joel. It just struck an emotional nerve in me when Billy sang about the bartender who thinks his lack of an exciting life is killing him. I knew that there must always be millions just like me in this country alone. Just can't break through in life.
Well this reminds me of an earlier time. A time in which daffodils were blooming, and I was skipping along, listening to Billy Joel's greatest hits. Crying my eyes out as I walked down the street. A group of Mexicans thought it might be funny to wrap me in a fish net. So they did. I even offered them the chance to listen to Billy Joel, if they would just let me go free. They must not have spoken English because they ignored me. They tied me to the back of their boat with a long rope, and took off with me in the fish net, still singing along to Piano Man.
It was only then that I realized the seriousness of the situation. So I tried hollering but I was under water. Then the boat stopped, and I surfaced. I heard a Mexican say, "wait a minute, did you say Billy Joel"? I said yes Mr. Mexican, Billy Joel's greatest hits. He drug me into the boat and demanded my IPOD. So I gave it to him. He then shot heroin and put Billy on the boat speakers. He even gave me a shot of heroin, and boy was it a nice one. So there we sat, in the middle of the lake, me and 3 Mexicans. High on heroin and listening to Billy Joel. What a memory. What a great group of guys. I'm crying just thinking about it.
Billings please wait for me baby.
Piano Man
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Once I started crying earlier I didn't stop. I was listening to my music and I just get so emotional. After I listened to Little Jeannie about 5 times, I then listened to Piano Man by Billy Joel. It just struck an emotional nerve in me when Billy sang about the bartender who thinks his lack of an exciting life is killing him. I knew that there must always be millions just like me in this country alone. Just can't break through in life.
Well this reminds me of an earlier time. A time in which daffodils were blooming, and I was skipping along, listening to Billy Joel's greatest hits. Crying my eyes out as I walked down the street. A group of Mexicans thought it might be funny to wrap me in a fish net. So they did. I even offered them the chance to listen to Billy Joel, if they would just let me go free. They must not have spoken English because they ignored me. They tied me to the back of their boat with a long rope, and took off with me in the fish net, still singing along to Piano Man.
It was only then that I realized the seriousness of the situation. So I tried hollering but I was under water. Then the boat stopped, and I surfaced. I heard a Mexican say, "wait a minute, did you say Billy Joel"? I said yes Mr. Mexican, Billy Joel's greatest hits. He drug me into the boat and demanded my IPOD. So I gave it to him. He then shot heroin and put Billy on the boat speakers. He even gave me a shot of heroin, and boy was it a nice one. So there we sat, in the middle of the lake, me and 3 Mexicans. High on heroin and listening to Billy Joel. What a memory. What a great group of guys. I'm crying just thinking about it.
Right now I'm sobbing. Tears running down my cheeks and it is non stop. 2 brothers I have grown to love and embrace, fighting it out with words, right here in TW. Detox and Biscuit, you 2 have a bigger purpose in life than to fight with each other. I must admit I am very choked up about this.
Detox, calm down brother. I will answer your questions.
I live in a mid sized city in the southeast USA. I grew up in the sticks, in a fairly large house, at that time my dad was the biggest drug dealer in the city I now live in. He was one of the guys to bring cocaine to the city originally. Some of my earliest memories were of my dad telling the DEA to get off his property. The DEA never got him but he did go to state prison for another charge and then divorced my mom when she spoke to a DEA agent. He left us nothing, so we moved to a low income part of the city. I must admit, I fit right in and was embraced.
I am married and do have one child. How my wife has put up with me is beyond my ability to understand. But my child is very well taken care of. I spend many hours a day giving her the attention she needs. My dad left a good bit of money when he died to me and my sisters. He didn't give us anything after the divorce but in death there was money because he did not re marry. My wife works and I use to work too. From age 15 to about 25 or so I worked my ass off. But drugs took me down. Cut me down to size. What do they say about the sins of the father? Hmmmm.
I do gamble. I can honestly say I do win more than I lose but then I go for it all, bet it all. Money management is my problem. And it has cost my family a lot of sleepless nights. I guess holes in the wall are better than hitting an actual person. But people don't go down in value when they have been hit 30 times huh? Maybe I have been approaching that the wrong way. Kidding I wouldn't hit my wife. And my kid means everything to me. Keeps me alive really.
Prison time, nothing but short stints in the county for small drug possession, DUI's, fighting, etc.
Money is made by my wife. She is a saint. I did get some money from my dad but it's mostly gone. Every person on my dad's side of the family died from drugs or alcohol. Going way back. Half the people on my moms side died from drugs. Most of my closest friends through the years were murdered, in prison for life, dead from drugs, or living the high life on the coast, semi-retired in their mid 30's. That is the honest to God truth. I sing the truth when I give you tales from my youth and how my life has taken a 180 since then.
And hey, for your enjoyment today boys and tender ronays, here is a song that I simply adore. By the way biscuit, a tender ronay is a term that me and Bobby Brown use to describe a nice looking, young female.
Right now I'm sobbing. Tears running down my cheeks and it is non stop. 2 brothers I have grown to love and embrace, fighting it out with words, right here in TW. Detox and Biscuit, you 2 have a bigger purpose in life than to fight with each other. I must admit I am very choked up about this.
Detox, calm down brother. I will answer your questions.
I live in a mid sized city in the southeast USA. I grew up in the sticks, in a fairly large house, at that time my dad was the biggest drug dealer in the city I now live in. He was one of the guys to bring cocaine to the city originally. Some of my earliest memories were of my dad telling the DEA to get off his property. The DEA never got him but he did go to state prison for another charge and then divorced my mom when she spoke to a DEA agent. He left us nothing, so we moved to a low income part of the city. I must admit, I fit right in and was embraced.
I am married and do have one child. How my wife has put up with me is beyond my ability to understand. But my child is very well taken care of. I spend many hours a day giving her the attention she needs. My dad left a good bit of money when he died to me and my sisters. He didn't give us anything after the divorce but in death there was money because he did not re marry. My wife works and I use to work too. From age 15 to about 25 or so I worked my ass off. But drugs took me down. Cut me down to size. What do they say about the sins of the father? Hmmmm.
I do gamble. I can honestly say I do win more than I lose but then I go for it all, bet it all. Money management is my problem. And it has cost my family a lot of sleepless nights. I guess holes in the wall are better than hitting an actual person. But people don't go down in value when they have been hit 30 times huh? Maybe I have been approaching that the wrong way. Kidding I wouldn't hit my wife. And my kid means everything to me. Keeps me alive really.
Prison time, nothing but short stints in the county for small drug possession, DUI's, fighting, etc.
Money is made by my wife. She is a saint. I did get some money from my dad but it's mostly gone. Every person on my dad's side of the family died from drugs or alcohol. Going way back. Half the people on my moms side died from drugs. Most of my closest friends through the years were murdered, in prison for life, dead from drugs, or living the high life on the coast, semi-retired in their mid 30's. That is the honest to God truth. I sing the truth when I give you tales from my youth and how my life has taken a 180 since then.
And hey, for your enjoyment today boys and tender ronays, here is a song that I simply adore. By the way biscuit, a tender ronay is a term that me and Bobby Brown use to describe a nice looking, young female.
My dearest friend ProtoStar, maybe it is ordained that you must live with a tortured mind. Are you the victum? Or the crime. you must find a way to get your mind out of it's cage.
My dearest friend ProtoStar, maybe it is ordained that you must live with a tortured mind. Are you the victum? Or the crime. you must find a way to get your mind out of it's cage.
I am at the same time the victim and the crime. Behold there is no cure.
As I count the stars at night, perhaps I will wish upon a star. As the mind eases into a state of sedation, I drift away. Drift into the night clouds, through the atmosphere, into orbital number 5. Am I allowed to taste the sweet nectar from time to time? Is this not an honor? Is it not an achievement?
Trounce a mindless dunce, just for once? Adhere to all standards? Never me. A whirlwind of posture in it's finest form. In and of myself, a declaration of turnkey isolation. Never far from it anyway.
Oh Nakita, I need you so. I will never know how good it feels to hold you. You sweet little tease. Your nectar is impeccable you neat little cheat.
Remembering our country's past, I sharpen blades. But is this the answer? Realizing standard upheaval of anti-gravitational forces, I assume position required to release the gleaner. Strike the match, light the fuse, let's go. Set the GPS for Billings.
Nikita
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I am at the same time the victim and the crime. Behold there is no cure.
As I count the stars at night, perhaps I will wish upon a star. As the mind eases into a state of sedation, I drift away. Drift into the night clouds, through the atmosphere, into orbital number 5. Am I allowed to taste the sweet nectar from time to time? Is this not an honor? Is it not an achievement?
Trounce a mindless dunce, just for once? Adhere to all standards? Never me. A whirlwind of posture in it's finest form. In and of myself, a declaration of turnkey isolation. Never far from it anyway.
Oh Nakita, I need you so. I will never know how good it feels to hold you. You sweet little tease. Your nectar is impeccable you neat little cheat.
Remembering our country's past, I sharpen blades. But is this the answer? Realizing standard upheaval of anti-gravitational forces, I assume position required to release the gleaner. Strike the match, light the fuse, let's go. Set the GPS for Billings.
Hey Bud, i hope you are not angry over some percieved slight.Cmon hoss lets go out for a cold one down to the lodge. Fun bunch of fellows. https://youtu.be/dSpOjj4YD8c
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Quote Originally Posted by I_Need_A_Detox:
Hey Bud, i hope you are not angry over some percieved slight.Cmon hoss lets go out for a cold one down to the lodge. Fun bunch of fellows. https://youtu.be/dSpOjj4YD8c
Why can't I just be normal man in this world? Or even a star of sorts? Why did I have to become a loser? A home body? Somebody answer this fucking question!!!!!!! I watch TV, with those fine ass bodies they put on the fuking TV, and it makes me want to release on a young Tender Ronaaaaay! But there will be no releasing on Tender Ronays for proto. Notice I leave the star out of my name because I am no star.
Boys you can't tell me you don't daydream about winning the lottery, meeting some fine ass women in the Caribbean, where you live in a 3 million dollar tree house by the beach. I daydream about things like this all day, every day. I yearn for the sweet nectar of life, am I not deserving?
I wonder, when I am 65 years old, will I be a homeless bum. Eating the crust that gets cut off kids sandwiches and thrown in the garbage by their fine ass mommy. Am I destined for this? I want to think positive and think that I will be living in an expensive tree house in the Caribbean. I hope for better days, to end my sorrow, but I fear it is only a pipe dream.
Tonight I will think about Atreyu and how he was able to meet the princess in the sky. Perhaps that is my destiny? If not, then what is? Now I'm welling up again. It's time for a good cry. Fuk me I'm doomed.
Caribbean Queen
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Why can't I just be normal man in this world? Or even a star of sorts? Why did I have to become a loser? A home body? Somebody answer this fucking question!!!!!!! I watch TV, with those fine ass bodies they put on the fuking TV, and it makes me want to release on a young Tender Ronaaaaay! But there will be no releasing on Tender Ronays for proto. Notice I leave the star out of my name because I am no star.
Boys you can't tell me you don't daydream about winning the lottery, meeting some fine ass women in the Caribbean, where you live in a 3 million dollar tree house by the beach. I daydream about things like this all day, every day. I yearn for the sweet nectar of life, am I not deserving?
I wonder, when I am 65 years old, will I be a homeless bum. Eating the crust that gets cut off kids sandwiches and thrown in the garbage by their fine ass mommy. Am I destined for this? I want to think positive and think that I will be living in an expensive tree house in the Caribbean. I hope for better days, to end my sorrow, but I fear it is only a pipe dream.
Tonight I will think about Atreyu and how he was able to meet the princess in the sky. Perhaps that is my destiny? If not, then what is? Now I'm welling up again. It's time for a good cry. Fuk me I'm doomed.
Right now I'm sobbing. Tears running down my cheeks and it is non stop. 2 brothers I have grown to love and embrace, fighting it out with words, right here in TW. Detox and Biscuit, you 2 have a bigger purpose in life than to fight with each other. I must admit I am very choked up about this.
Detox, calm down brother. I will answer your questions.
I live in a mid sized city in the southeast USA. I grew up in the sticks, in a fairly large house, at that time my dad was the biggest drug dealer in the city I now live in. He was one of the guys to bring cocaine to the city originally. Some of my earliest memories were of my dad telling the DEA to get off his property. The DEA never got him but he did go to state prison for another charge and then divorced my mom when she spoke to a DEA agent. He left us nothing, so we moved to a low income part of the city. I must admit, I fit right in and was embraced.
I am married and do have one child. How my wife has put up with me is beyond my ability to understand. But my child is very well taken care of. I spend many hours a day giving her the attention she needs. My dad left a good bit of money when he died to me and my sisters. He didn't give us anything after the divorce but in death there was money because he did not re marry. My wife works and I use to work too. From age 15 to about 25 or so I worked my ass off. But drugs took me down. Cut me down to size. What do they say about the sins of the father? Hmmmm.
I do gamble. I can honestly say I do win more than I lose but then I go for it all, bet it all. Money management is my problem. And it has cost my family a lot of sleepless nights. I guess holes in the wall are better than hitting an actual person. But people don't go down in value when they have been hit 30 times huh? Maybe I have been approaching that the wrong way. Kidding I wouldn't hit my wife. And my kid means everything to me. Keeps me alive really.
Prison time, nothing but short stints in the county for small drug possession, DUI's, fighting, etc.
Money is made by my wife. She is a saint. I did get some money from my dad but it's mostly gone. Every person on my dad's side of the family died from drugs or alcohol. Going way back. Half the people on my moms side died from drugs. Most of my closest friends through the years were murdered, in prison for life, dead from drugs, or living the high life on the coast, semi-retired in their mid 30's. That is the honest to God truth. I sing the truth when I give you tales from my youth and how my life has taken a 180 since then.
And hey, for your enjoyment today boys and tender ronays, here is a song that I simply adore. By the way biscuit, a tender ronay is a term that me and Bobby Brown use to describe a nice looking, young female.
Right now I'm sobbing. Tears running down my cheeks and it is non stop. 2 brothers I have grown to love and embrace, fighting it out with words, right here in TW. Detox and Biscuit, you 2 have a bigger purpose in life than to fight with each other. I must admit I am very choked up about this.
Detox, calm down brother. I will answer your questions.
I live in a mid sized city in the southeast USA. I grew up in the sticks, in a fairly large house, at that time my dad was the biggest drug dealer in the city I now live in. He was one of the guys to bring cocaine to the city originally. Some of my earliest memories were of my dad telling the DEA to get off his property. The DEA never got him but he did go to state prison for another charge and then divorced my mom when she spoke to a DEA agent. He left us nothing, so we moved to a low income part of the city. I must admit, I fit right in and was embraced.
I am married and do have one child. How my wife has put up with me is beyond my ability to understand. But my child is very well taken care of. I spend many hours a day giving her the attention she needs. My dad left a good bit of money when he died to me and my sisters. He didn't give us anything after the divorce but in death there was money because he did not re marry. My wife works and I use to work too. From age 15 to about 25 or so I worked my ass off. But drugs took me down. Cut me down to size. What do they say about the sins of the father? Hmmmm.
I do gamble. I can honestly say I do win more than I lose but then I go for it all, bet it all. Money management is my problem. And it has cost my family a lot of sleepless nights. I guess holes in the wall are better than hitting an actual person. But people don't go down in value when they have been hit 30 times huh? Maybe I have been approaching that the wrong way. Kidding I wouldn't hit my wife. And my kid means everything to me. Keeps me alive really.
Prison time, nothing but short stints in the county for small drug possession, DUI's, fighting, etc.
Money is made by my wife. She is a saint. I did get some money from my dad but it's mostly gone. Every person on my dad's side of the family died from drugs or alcohol. Going way back. Half the people on my moms side died from drugs. Most of my closest friends through the years were murdered, in prison for life, dead from drugs, or living the high life on the coast, semi-retired in their mid 30's. That is the honest to God truth. I sing the truth when I give you tales from my youth and how my life has taken a 180 since then.
And hey, for your enjoyment today boys and tender ronays, here is a song that I simply adore. By the way biscuit, a tender ronay is a term that me and Bobby Brown use to describe a nice looking, young female.
TW Thread seeming more and more like douchebag park except for a few witty souls, amongst which I used to consider proto the pied piper. dytide and 'wins, miss ya - but the others are going all dickless with their ' poor me, I know what an opioid is ' complex.
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TW Thread seeming more and more like douchebag park except for a few witty souls, amongst which I used to consider proto the pied piper. dytide and 'wins, miss ya - but the others are going all dickless with their ' poor me, I know what an opioid is ' complex.
I'm only an annoyed man ... I'm
puking right now ... shaking while I type. people!
Well this makes me well up real good. I create a place of refuge for
seekers of serenity, a place to cry out loud, a place I call home. Yes
home. That's how bad it has gotten for me sandals. I consider a corner
of cyberspace my home away from home.
Now the tears are flowing. sandals is clearly an alpha male and very
dominant in cyberspace. I feel bullied and not tolerated. I want to be
held right now but there is no one.
I will wrap myself in bed sheets and a bed spread, and lay on my roof.
Rain today? Yeah so what? At least I will be closer to the sky, a step
closer to flying away. I just hope my fuking neighbor doesn't start
shooting those poison darts at me, when he sees me on the roof. They
make me roll off roof and into bushes where I get ticks and chiggers.
buscuit its me and you pal. Cheers brother. Lets take it home.
Eternal Flame
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Quote Originally Posted by sandals17:
I'm only an annoyed man ... I'm
puking right now ... shaking while I type. people!
Well this makes me well up real good. I create a place of refuge for
seekers of serenity, a place to cry out loud, a place I call home. Yes
home. That's how bad it has gotten for me sandals. I consider a corner
of cyberspace my home away from home.
Now the tears are flowing. sandals is clearly an alpha male and very
dominant in cyberspace. I feel bullied and not tolerated. I want to be
held right now but there is no one.
I will wrap myself in bed sheets and a bed spread, and lay on my roof.
Rain today? Yeah so what? At least I will be closer to the sky, a step
closer to flying away. I just hope my fuking neighbor doesn't start
shooting those poison darts at me, when he sees me on the roof. They
make me roll off roof and into bushes where I get ticks and chiggers.
buscuit its me and you pal. Cheers brother. Lets take it home.
IM back everyone. Between getting locked up for months at a time and self banning myself... its putting you all through a lot... I promise to never leave again
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IM back everyone. Between getting locked up for months at a time and self banning myself... its putting you all through a lot... I promise to never leave again
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