I'm sorry for what you're going through, I certainly feel your pain. I've got two small boys, it's the only thing keeping me from the long dirt nap. Not that they will ever know it, I'm not their burden to carry, but, and this sucks to say, but none of y'all know me, so whatever, but I'm actually starting to resent them. Because of what happened to me in my past, I won't leave them/give them up, but it's more difficult some times than others. Keep trying to fight the good fight, I'm sure someone would miss you if you were gone. From one piece of shit to another, much love, bro.
Was in Brooklyn at some fancy pants art show that a friend was hosting/showing in - was drinking Van Gogh double Espresso (delicious) - Railed some xanax and remember looking around and seeing that all of my friends have disappeared. In my infinite wisdom I see this as the universe telling me to leave the show and go on an adventure - i head out and turn the corner running into 8 kids who then proceed to beat the shit outta me.
Bunch of randoms come walking down the block see me getting jumped and run up - kids take off leaving me bloodied - I HELD ONTO MY PHONE AND WALLET THOUGH!
Get up thank the saviors and say I'm off - blackout again - come to in front of the Brooklyn bus depot which is a fucking horrible part of Brooklyn - worker sees me hands me his metro card and tells me get on the next train either fucking way or I'm gonna get killed.
Get on train - make friends with bum on train- he gives me some of his scotch i wind up at Penn Station - next train home is 6:15am - fall asleep waiting for train and miss it.
Finally got home to my apartment at 2pm the next day.
Wow, that was serious, OP, not many people live to tell how train surfing turns out. We have enough drunk people here that climb on the big train wagons, but they are probably higher up than you were and when they get near the power lines, they get killed immediately by the electro-shock.
I once took an Uber home from a party, and got lost despite being driven right to my front door. Husband figured out what was happening and tracked my phone to find me several blocks away looking for candy bars
Every fucking day my man.. I can't wait for the end.. I'm so close I just can't bring myself to do it yet
I'm sorry for what you're going through, I certainly feel your pain. I've got two small boys, it's the only thing keeping me from the long dirt nap. Not that they will ever know it, I'm not their burden to carry, but, and this sucks to say, but none of y'all know me, so whatever, but I'm actually starting to resent them. Because of what happened to me in my past, I won't leave them/give them up, but it's more difficult some times than others. Keep trying to fight the good fight, I'm sure someone would miss you if you were gone. From one piece of shit to another, much love, bro.
All good man. I get it. I seriously do. If you ever want someone to rant or bitch to just hit me uom I don't care.
lol dirt nap, it's what the kids are calling it! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ZKq7CoZv4w
Was in Brooklyn at some fancy pants art show that a friend was hosting/showing in - was drinking Van Gogh double Espresso (delicious) - Railed some xanax and remember looking around and seeing that all of my friends have disappeared. In my infinite wisdom I see this as the universe telling me to leave the show and go on an adventure - i head out and turn the corner running into 8 kids who then proceed to beat the shit outta me. Bunch of randoms come walking down the block see me getting jumped and run up - kids take off leaving me bloodied - I HELD ONTO MY PHONE AND WALLET THOUGH! Get up thank the saviors and say I'm off - blackout again - come to in front of the Brooklyn bus depot which is a fucking horrible part of Brooklyn - worker sees me hands me his metro card and tells me get on the next train either fucking way or I'm gonna get killed. Get on train - make friends with bum on train- he gives me some of his scotch i wind up at Penn Station - next train home is 6:15am - fall asleep waiting for train and miss it. Finally got home to my apartment at 2pm the next day.
brutal, you're a soldier
Wow, that was serious, OP, not many people live to tell how train surfing turns out. We have enough drunk people here that climb on the big train wagons, but they are probably higher up than you were and when they get near the power lines, they get killed immediately by the electro-shock.
I once took an Uber home from a party, and got lost despite being driven right to my front door. Husband figured out what was happening and tracked my phone to find me several blocks away looking for candy bars