Red Dead Revolter
For starters, Clint, that leopard wasn't mine. You found it, remember? You can still take those bullets away. I think I actually got spider bitten about 30 minutes ago, so I may not live long enough to comply on the bullet deal.
Now to the story at hand. During our recent stint at Barley's, I was filled with "liquid courage." I had set three goals for my upcoming week. One, I was going to begin playing bass again, and I have (though I'm not really playing music, just making slow, organized noise...I don't know what I'm doing). Goal two, I would begin blogging. Who knew it would lead to this wonderful site I have going now? This leads to goal three, which was to try and persuade the way out-of-my-league redhead down the street to go do something sometime. Even in my stupor, I realized it would take little short of a Jedi mind trick to accomplish goal three.
I got back from vacation on Wednesday, and work had sucked everyday leading up to today. Today wasn't so bad, and I got to leave about 8:45. I was very gleeful. I got home and tried to reach my homegirl Kathryn, but this was to no avail. I was stuck with nothing to do. I decided that I couldn't let this night go to waste. I had to at least make an attempt at goal three. I went to Ingles and withdrew some currency from the ATM. If anyone asked me why I did this, I would lie and say that I didn't want to "Dutch Treat" the girl our first time out. Of course, that would be total bullshit. I was actually just biding my time to see if Kathryn would call back, so that I wouldn't have to make the nerve-racking trek down the road. Well, Kat did not call back. As mentioned before, I could not let this Saturday night go to waste.
I told my parents where I would be going and what I had to do, and said "I'll probably be back in a few minutes...but I hope not." It was raining, so I drove down the road. Staring at my feet the entire way, I walked up to the porch and rapped at the door. Red's mom excitedly answered "Well hey!" Still looking down like a whipped-ass dog, I said "Hi. Is Red home?" I will call her Red for anonymity's sake. Her mom replied "No, she's out." I replied "OK. Thanks."
I dejectedly went back home and played MVP Baseball on PS2 with my dad. Fittingly, he kicked my ass. Bad. However, I don't look at this as a wasted night. I gave an effort to accomplish goal three. Besides, when you've got nothing, you've got nothing to lose. Shit, that doesn't make sense. Anyway, having made my annual attempt to try and net a female companion, I decided it be best if I retain my throne in the realm of pathetic losers. So, I went out and bought Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic on XBOX for $20.
Thanks, George Lucas. Because of this game, I probably won't see daylight again for another six months.
Now to the story at hand. During our recent stint at Barley's, I was filled with "liquid courage." I had set three goals for my upcoming week. One, I was going to begin playing bass again, and I have (though I'm not really playing music, just making slow, organized noise...I don't know what I'm doing). Goal two, I would begin blogging. Who knew it would lead to this wonderful site I have going now? This leads to goal three, which was to try and persuade the way out-of-my-league redhead down the street to go do something sometime. Even in my stupor, I realized it would take little short of a Jedi mind trick to accomplish goal three.
I got back from vacation on Wednesday, and work had sucked everyday leading up to today. Today wasn't so bad, and I got to leave about 8:45. I was very gleeful. I got home and tried to reach my homegirl Kathryn, but this was to no avail. I was stuck with nothing to do. I decided that I couldn't let this night go to waste. I had to at least make an attempt at goal three. I went to Ingles and withdrew some currency from the ATM. If anyone asked me why I did this, I would lie and say that I didn't want to "Dutch Treat" the girl our first time out. Of course, that would be total bullshit. I was actually just biding my time to see if Kathryn would call back, so that I wouldn't have to make the nerve-racking trek down the road. Well, Kat did not call back. As mentioned before, I could not let this Saturday night go to waste.
I told my parents where I would be going and what I had to do, and said "I'll probably be back in a few minutes...but I hope not." It was raining, so I drove down the road. Staring at my feet the entire way, I walked up to the porch and rapped at the door. Red's mom excitedly answered "Well hey!" Still looking down like a whipped-ass dog, I said "Hi. Is Red home?" I will call her Red for anonymity's sake. Her mom replied "No, she's out." I replied "OK. Thanks."
I dejectedly went back home and played MVP Baseball on PS2 with my dad. Fittingly, he kicked my ass. Bad. However, I don't look at this as a wasted night. I gave an effort to accomplish goal three. Besides, when you've got nothing, you've got nothing to lose. Shit, that doesn't make sense. Anyway, having made my annual attempt to try and net a female companion, I decided it be best if I retain my throne in the realm of pathetic losers. So, I went out and bought Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic on XBOX for $20.
Thanks, George Lucas. Because of this game, I probably won't see daylight again for another six months.
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