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iseeseveralflaws

I woke up to another wake up call.

"Mikey! Where are you? On your way, I hope?" It's my boss. He's unnervingly cheery this morning.

"Um.. I can be," I said groggily into the coolio phone.

"C'mon! Let's go! Let's go!" he drums on. "How have you been anyway?"

"Well, I'm tired as hell," was my reply. I checked the time. 4:31AM.

"Alright. Try to make it here before 5." He hung up. I went back to sleep.

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Snooze alarm is going off. 4:38 AM. I try to get out of bed(couch) and almost fell.

wtf

My leg feels like it's twisting the wrong way, but it looks normal. There's some slight pain when I put weight on it, but otherwise it's okay. I put my clothing on and went out the door.

..she's a rebel.. she's a sai-aint..

Left the music on too loud, it breaks my eardrums. Put the heat up to max.

"I hate existence," I mumbled and started driving.

4:47AM. The phone rings.

"Are you on your way now?"

"Yeah"

"What the hell do you do anyway?"

"Well, I work. A lot."

"Not much more to go, bud. You'll be done soon."

Don't I know it. "I'll be there in a few minutes."

115 reasons to quit a paper route...

One sixteen.

These are the times when I start thinking back. Tonight is no different. Tonight, I ponder how far this website has come along.

Looking back on it's existence, only a small percentage of it is what happened in Radio Shack a couple of years ago. Yet, it's what everyone remembers the most. The site has gone a long way since then.

I've gone a long way. I thought about writing this all down, and how homosexual you guys will think it is. Do I dare risk homosexuality in the eyes of my peers to put some of my thoughts down on the internets?

Sure, why not.

But what do I write about this morning? How can I illustrate how far we've come along in the style of ISSF?

Well, let's give this a shot.

Vintage Friends and What it means to be one

A few of you wonder how I can go in and out of friendship with a few people, yet be completely unforgiving to other people regardless of the severity of the disagreement that broke the friendship to begin with.

This is due to the minimum five year tenure of being my friend. I joke about it, but there really is a sizable grain of truth to it. Watch.

Joe Camel has been my friend since freshman year of highschool. If you're trying to calculate the math, I'll spare you the trouble. That's thirteen years.

For as long as I can remember, he has never done me wrong. He has always been there when I needed him, and he always is willing to listen to my incessant ramblings and provide his honest opinion.

Joe Camel can gut me like a fish if he wants. I'll probably block him from AIM for five minutes if he does that, but I'm sure at some point, I'll want to go grab a beer from somewhere. That's what the unblock button is for.

Shft has been around for fourteen years. He's broken my basketball net, coined racial namesakes for me, has threatened to "kick my ass all the way back to the Philippines," and has wished that I got consumed my locusts.

But the man has always been around to pick me up with no strings attached other than the threat of the losing of my kneecaps. He's gotten my back when some Jew is telling me to get off his porch. He's made the proper calls when he knew I needed employment.

Mincus slept lost his virginity and is marrying a girl I brought home. He's told me to stop whistling(a favorite pastime), and told people that I shot up heroin.

He's also given me a place to stay for free, and has watched my back as I stole the walkie talkies from the janitors. He's been around for about a decade.

Wombat is a blithering idiot. He is consumed by his "art". He cockblocks every chance he gets and credits it to his charm.

His constant cry for attention makes one hate existence. It is easy to become upset at him for no apparent reason. He's caused me emotional breakdowns and homelessness.

He's been around for about a dozen years. He's seen me slump through depression and while he gives good advice that he should probably follow, the most valuable part of that friendship is that when you just need someone to be around, he can be there. He knows more about my demons than most people do. He can judge my state of happiness within a few minutes of seeing me.

dirt smoked with me. A lot.

And when I wanted to quit, he told me that I will fail in whatever I do. He is a nest of bitterness and contempt.

He's also come up to bat when people talk shit about me. He provided me with the account passwords of the douchebag who fucked my ex-girlfriend. He's sat there and taken the heat for me when he could've ratted me out for a lesser punishment. He ratted out Ron Pack instead. He's like the Worm to my Michael McDermitt.

Vintage friends. These are, by no means, a complete list. I know the people who are close to me, and if you are, I'm hoping that you know it too and that I don't have to speak about our friendship on a blog for you to realize it.

Sure, you might've been a "good" friend to me for a couple of years, but don't hold that over my head. I don't hold things I've done in the name of being friends over yours and neither will any of the people I mention. These guys will not kick me out for calling them a prick over an arguement on the rules of 8ball or getting pissy that I can't make it to some shindig you put together.

These friendships are unconditional. It isn't the number of years that you've been around, but it does help.

iseeseveralflaws

Posted by sagien at February 9, 2006 07:15 AM