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// 01-06-03 : "jack daniels, meth heads and bareknuckle boxeing" ahh another day of good clean fun. drinking hard liquer, hanging out with meth heads, watching two guys bareknuckle box drunk and body blows with someone twice my size. good clean fun. it started innocent enough. wait no it didnt. fvc called me and said we were going to hang out with meth heads and get drunk. yes well first we stoped off at his one kids house and watched the new star wars movie. his parents seemed rich cuz the house was all white and shiney but the kid seemed alright, all he had was about a fith of jack daniels which was sacraficed to me. better to have one guy wasted than no one at all. heh. now this was after my holsome breakfast of frosted shreaded wheat, so when we went to the meth heads house and then bought some more whiskey from safeway i was in the employes only room pukeing all over. some dude walked in but he left soon enough. but yeah theres nothing better than grabeing a toilet and shoveing your face in it after its been covered in piss and you know its been used by roughly about 20 people earlier that day. the horrors of teenage alchohol use. heh. the meth-ers where actually damn fine people, two teenagers who moved out and lived in the guys uncles apartment (who is constantly insane from medication). ahh young love. we watched tv and talked about society, how much weight they lost in the last year and a bunch of other stuff that i was too drunk to remember. but dureing my seccond romanceing of a toilet that day i remeber thinking to myself that they were the nicest poeple ive met in about 2 years. and then the boxeing. ahh yes the boxeing. so my kinda friend showed up to box with fvc, they're about the same size exept fvc's got a beerbelly. god i love being a man. i can walk down a street without my tshirt bald and beer bellied and still be beautifull. fvc proceded to get drunk to even the odds and then it was onto the apartment complexs front yard. when is bare knuckle boxing over? when the old lady looks out her window calling the police. fvc lost but after they washed eachothers blood off of themselves and poured bactine on variose wounds it was all good fun. it was on our way back that my friend looked at me and asked if i was afraid to fight. "fuck no" i said "you wanna do body blows?". body blows is basicly a fight without face hits. now a normal person would say "no you're 3 years older than me and twice my size". yes well i said yes and proceded to get my body covered with bruises, but at leaste my pride and ego are a bit bigger, and when you get down to it isnt that what fightings all about?
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 01-08-02:
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