The year is coming to a close. And I am still here.
When I arrived back into Pikeville I took a few weeks to sit and stare out the window. Hang out with a couple of friends. Stay drunk and tend to my needs.
There was a lot of reflections in the window I guess you can say.
There for a while it was water for beer and food for liquor. I was merely a mess of reflections of a year wasted sleeping under overpasses, dingy hotel rooms, drugs, alcoholic wanderings, heart break, friend loss and the greatest things in life.
Living free.
Don't get me wrong, none of the above are bad things at all. I would never trade any of those in for the world. No loss just simply gaining.
When I got back into Pike I stayed drunk for a couple of weeks. Got my old job back at the call center Civic Development Group. And drank some more. The call center was closing down in a month so I decided to get some extra cash and see all my old work buddy's since I will probably never see them again.
Same shit. Off Track Betting. Drinking and working. I remember my last day there. I got blacked out drunk and did some shit. Made some amazingly awesome calls while drinking a Steel Reserve in my cubicle. I also remembering snorting a Oxy Contin off my cubicle in the middle of one of my last calls. A O.C. 40 to be exact.
Everyone that worked there was taking out all their agression of pent up anger bestowed upon them like an adolescent child coming home to an abusive drunk father after a bad day at school. Needless to say I enjoyed hearing it all in the background as I took calls like a fucking prank. Just like everything else in life.
A fucking prank.
I don't remember coming back to my mothers. I do remember the next morning tho.
Waking u in her living room floor. Still drunk and her telling me that I have to leave so I did.
Two days later I went back to Lexington. I had a little over four hundred dollars in my pocket and a head full of dreams. When I got to Lex shit started to happen immediately I had a place lined out with these two girls I talked to on Craigslist. But when I got to Lex that did'nt work out as planned. Then After some couch surfing I moved in with two friends on Park Ave. Danny and Andrew. And from point A to B of me moving in there instantly changed some lives.
I remember walking down the street and buying a Juke Box for twenty five dollars one day. Park Ave to be exact.
It worked.
After buying that contraction we had a few Juke Box party's and all that jazz.
Basically nothing changed tho. Staying drunk and living life.
My best friend then got to town two weeks after me. Joel.
The awesomeness was reunited once again.
Half Gallons. Shows. And public displays of fucking pent up sepparation.
I mean don't get me wrong. A lot more stuff has happened. We pushed a organ out of a moving van one night. A dog house the next night. I pissed in a girls kitchen at a party with roughly fifteen other people in it.Cracked a rib on my right side. And met a girl that I could have quite possibly fell in love with. But never again. That's why I try and not to talk to her.
Well. It is 9:31 AM. I am still drinking while everyone else sleeps. Listening to T-Rex with my Milwakee's Best Ice. Driving the van to Gainesville, FL on Thursday. Lest's see what I have left for Lexington till then.
And it seems like when people sleep. They sleep.
Now I see how I act when I am rested.
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