The White Wizard
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Name: Dustin Joseph Dyer DOB: October 30th, 1983 Age: 22 Occupation: Server for Stables Bar and Grill Education: HS Diploma, 2.5 years of college Majors: Computer Programming and Business Hobbies: Building stereo systems, and computers Interests: Cars, motorcycles, dogs, and computers Favorite color: White (No, I'm not racist.) Theme song: Everybody Else, By TISM |
About the White Wizard thing. It's a belief that I have in my strange little head that not many people know about, but I believe that people can do supernatural things with their mind. It was Einstein who stated that the average person only uses 3% of their brain's capacity. Someone then calculated somehow that Einstein himself only used about 10%. So what the hell lies in the other 90%? I believe that somewhere in there is the ability to do supernatural things. I would like to think of myself as being able to do supernatural things for good, thus "White" Wizard. A black wizard would imply 'death and destruction', where as White Wizard implies 'means of healing and resurrection'. I will be getting a tattoo of the Japanese symbols that literally translate into "White Wizard" on one of my shoulders. This will happen some time around Christmas of 2004.
Ever had a dream about something that happens in the future, but you don't remember the dreams until that event actually happens? Some call that Deja Vu, and some will refer to that as a glitch in the Matrix, but I think that is a power that our brain has that we have not learned to unleash. The power to tell the future. I've been having such episodes since childhood, some of which, had I been able to recall the dream, or premonition or whatever before the event actually happened, I would have prevented something disastrous from happening. One example that comes to mind is my first and only car wreck. As soon as our car impacted into the truck, I knew that I had a dream about it several weeks before. I just didn't remember it until the moment it happened. Yes, I know, you all think I'm weird. Read on, you will know why....
I have gone through and omitted last names to protect the innocent.
Now for the low-down on myself. I was born on October 30th, 1983 in Independence, Mo at 11:45 at night, 15 minutes before Halloween by Susan D. and Richard D. Before the age of 5, I don't really remember a whole lot, so bare with me. At the age of 2, I moved from Raytown, Mo to Wichita, Ks because my mothers job transferred her there. After living in a trailer home on West St. for 3 years, my mother and father got divorced when I was 5. My mother gained custody of me, and we moved to Wellington, Ks (About 32 miles south of Wichita). She then met a man who was soon to be my stepfather named Guenther H. (Pronounced "Gun-ther"). By the way, most of this stuff is completely random, because I don't remember when everything happened. I've tried to keep everything in order to the best of my memory.
We lived in many different places in Wellington, some houses, some trailers, but around the age of 12, we finally settled down to live in one place for a few years. A small place on Jefferson Street is where most of my childhood memories come from.
*Random Story: The longest time I've ever been grounded is 6 months... to my room. (As in asking permission to go to the restroom) The story behind that: I was about 14 years old, and my best friend at the time, Dustin N, was madly in love with this girl. So was this other guy, Derek H. (I'm not sure if Derek and this girl were dating at the time or not.) Anyhow, they decided to fight over her, and Dustin being my best friend at the time, I went to the fight. I rode my bicycle to Madison Park in Wellington to watch the fight. Not to participate, or back anyone up, just to watch. We get to the park, and Derek is there, waiting for us. They exchange evil looks, stand about 50 feet apart, and then say "Well, lets go!". They both start running at each other, and as he's running, Dustin's swinging is fists in a fashion that reminded me of a windmill's blades turning. I couldn't help but laugh, it was hilarious to watch him. The fight lasted for about 4 minutes, when Derek's mother came out of her house (Derek lived right across the street from the park.). She threatened to turn us all in to the principal at school, but she never did. (She was a cook at the high school cafeteria, so she knew the principal) By the time school let out and I got to the fight, and peddled my way back home, I was a whopping hour late to be home. School let out at around 3:30, and I was home by 4:25. My mother (who was supposed to be at work) was sitting on the couch folding clothes. When I walked in the front door, I saw her, and my stomach dropped out my ass and hit the floor. She was not happy whatsoever. That was the maddest I've ever seen her. After not talking to me for hours, she grounded me for 6 months to my room. By the way, Dustin won that fight, he was worn out, but Derek ended up with a black eye, and crying.
My mother and I never really saw eye to eye on anything. She worked all day, as did her husband, and wasn't home very often. When she finally did come home, she was usually tired and in a sore mood. I don't blame her now, either. She worked her ass off all day, and I come home from school, plop my ass down on the couch and watch Saved by the Bell until 5 minutes before its time for her to get off work. Then I start my chores. When she got home, my chores were never done, my room was always a mess, and the pets were never fed. I was lazy, and now I admit it. This kept up for a while, though I finally did get my act together. I never really talked to my stepfather either until about the age of 17. I never really got to know him when I was growing up, which I regret. Our relationship is a lot better now, but I still don't know as much about him as I would like.
*Random Story: My first 'real' girlfriend, by the name of Becky C, I dated for about a year. We met in my French class in high school our freshman year. I had a few random things with girls before her, but that's a different story. How we got together: My computer teacher, Richard C. (Also Becky's father), was my favorite teacher ever. He pretty much let me do whatever I wanted in his class, and still passed me with an "A". Anyhow, one day I willingly stayed after school to screw around on the internet, knowing that Becky would come into the classroom looking for her father. We didn't really talk very much, just kind of exchanged glances. I stuck around for about 45 minutes or so before they were ready to go back home. When they were ready to leave, I gathered my stuff, and headed out the door. Half way down the hall, I looked back, and Becky and her father were standing in the doorway, Becky watching me walk away, and Mr. C. locking the door behind him. By the time I turned the corner, I hear him say something to her, but I couldn't tell what he said. The next day I found out: "I really like that boy" is what he had said to her as they were leaving. The next day we started officially going out, although it didn't seem like it. We were both too shy to really talk to each other for about 2 weeks, at which point she wrote me a note, and gave it to me in between classes. Her note asked me why I never come up and talk to her when she is at her locker, or walk her to her classes or anything. The answer? I would have no idea what to say to her. After that note, I started talking to her a lot more, and we became more of a couple after that. I was always talking to her in between classes, and before and after school. That was pretty much the end of my other friends, because I spent so much time with her, I never really talked to them anymore. I don't really remember when we first kissed or where it was. I kind of wished I remembered, but I don't. It was just too long ago. Anyhow, we dated for a few months, lingering on first base, before we jumped to second base one day in a movie theatre, and then third base in a public park the next day. I'm not going into the details, but we made a huge leap in our relationship. One detail that I remember in particular, and the most shocking is when she took a trip to Kansas City, Mo with me and my father. We stayed at my grandparents house for 3 days in the basement of their house. One night, both of my cousins stayed the night also, and we kind of shut ourselves in one of the rooms in the basement. The four of us were in a small room with 2 twin sized beds, Becky and I were on one, and my cousins were sitting on the other. Out of nowhere, Becky pounced on me, and started making out with me, in front of them. This is something that I would have never imagined she was capable of, as most of the time when we kissed, she kept her eyes open to make sure no one was watching. (Which always disturbed me...) That night was my first chance to have sex, and I passed it up. I'm glad I did... Moving on, the relationship ended around the middle of our sophomore year in high school, to a reason that I don't really remember. All I remember about it is that I was the one that broke it off, and it devastated her. I didn't really feel bad at the time, but about a year later I really regretted it. I started emailing her again, and I apologized to her for what I had done. I arranged a meeting with her at her house. I went to her house, after not seeing her for over a year, and we went to Wendy's to eat lunch. She had a hotdog, and I had a burger... (Sorry...) It was about this time that I realized why I broke it off with her in the first place. She was really book smart, but she had ZERO common sense. I would have been better off talking to my cheeseburger. After we finished, I took her home, dropped her off, and we haven't spoken since.
(Whew...) *INTERMISSION*
*Another Random Story, That is Related to the Last One: One week after we broke up, I started dating her best friend, Amanda L. I think that Amanda had been waiting for us to break up, but it may have just been the timing. I don't really remember a whole lot about that relationship, except one night in particular. This was the most daring thing that I'd ever done before that point. One night, I snuck out of my room through a window in my closet. The window couldn't have been more than 1' wide by 2' tall. Before I left, I stuffed a bunch of clothes under the cover on my bed, so if my mom or whoever came in, they would think I was in bed. I wore all black clothing, as to blend into the shadows, so no one would see me as I walked there. Her house was about 3/4 of a mile away from mine, but I made it there. When I got there, there was a ladder leaning up against the house in the back yard reaching to the roof. I hopped the fence, and climbed the ladder, and made my way to a balcony on the second floor. She had told me the day before that her parents never lock the door to the balcony, so I entered through that door, snuck past her brothers room, and entered her room. Her light was on (This was about 11:00 at night) and she was standing there painting a dragon on her wall wearing jeans and a bra. I saw her before she saw me, and I wasn't sure how she would react to me seeing her without a shirt on, so I took a step out of the doorway, and made a little noise. She came out of her room, grabbed my arm, pulled me in, and shut the door. We just kind of stood there for a minute, smiling at each other without saying a word. She left her room, and went downstairs to tell her step dad that she was going to bed. She came back upstairs, turned off the light, and closed the door. We made our way to her bed, laid down and talked for about 15 minutes. Oh, and we had only been dating for like 2 days before this. After we ran out of stuff to talk about, we started making out. One thing led to another, and she ended up asking me if I had a condom. I was shaking so bad at this point, from nervousness, that I couldn't think straight. I told her "No" that I didn't, knowing damn well that I had one tucked away in my wallet. She got out of bed, and turned on the light, looking to see if she had one in her room anywhere. This is the first time that I had ever seen a girl completely naked in real life. This was also the second time that the opportunity for sex came up, and I turned it down. She couldn't find one, and both of us were scared of anything happening, so we discontinued the thought of having sex. We laid there in her bed for about another half an hour, and then I went home. When I got home, and crawled into my closet window, I noticed that my door was cracked open a few inches. I made sure that before I left, my door was shut and latched. Someone came into my room that night for some reason, and either I fooled them, or they decided not to get into a heated discussion over it. I was still shaking when I got home, and didn't stop for a few hours. We broke up within a few days because of a rumor that I had heard at school. We dated a few years later, on and off, but nothing ever really became of it.
When I turned 16, I expected my world to change. It didn't until about 3 months after I'd turned 16. Kansas had implemented the stupid law stating that you had to have at least 50 hours of documented driving time with a parent. My mother never really let me drive that much, about half an hour a week average. For Christmas that year, she finally filled out the paperwork for me stating 52.5 hours of driving time with a parent, so I could get my license. She shed a few tears when giving that to me, claiming that she was finally having to "cut the apron strings and let go". She didn't take me to actually get my license, my grandparents did, in Shawnee Mission, Ks. I passed the written test with an 88%, and the driving test with a 90%. When I got home, I was finally presented with the keys to my first car, a 1988 Mercedes Benz 190E 2.3, that I had been working for 8 months before doing dishes in a local restaurant for. I loved that car, despite it being 14 different colors. We had a hail storm the summer before, and my step dad does body work, so he just worked on it whenever he had the time. He never really finished the car, so I was doomed to ride around in a car that looked like it had been vandalized. I didn't care though, I had a Mercedes!! I'm kind of glad that he never finished it, because that car ended up getting keyed twice that year at school.
*Another Random Story Time: Jason T. I met him in my computer class in 9th grade, and was my best friend for the longest time. We sat next to each other in our computer class, one day started talking to each other, and never really quit. I had known him before that year, but we weren't really friends. I first met him in first grade, the only memory I have of him was a play that we did together titled "The Five Silly Bears". There were too many people participating in the play, so we had to share the part of Bear #2. Anyhow, after we met back up in Mr. C's computer class, we became really good friends, and were for a long time. One day, I had picked him up for school, I was running late because of him. We finally got to school, which started at 8:02 a.m.. We got to school around 5 till 8, and he realizes that he left his headphones at his house. He asked me to run him back there, and me being terrified of getting in any kind of trouble whatsoever, said "no." A few minutes went by, and he talked me into it, so we ran out to the parking lot, got into my car, and sped out of there. We ended up making it to his house and back in 2 minutes, which was amazing, considering how far away from school he lived. That was my first REAL adrenaline rush of my life. Blowing through stop lights, taking 90 degree turns at 45 miles per hour, and doing 75 through a residential neighborhood, was the stupidest, and most reckless thing I'd ever done up to that point. We made it back to the parking lot, sprinted inside, and made it to our classes with a few seconds to spare. I was in shock all day, and trembling throughout the rest of the week. That was back when I was scared to death of getting in trouble.
Around February, at the age of 16, I started working at a nursing home in Clearwater, Ks, to pay off the rest of my car. That was probably one of the jobs that I liked the most out of all that I've had, and I made quite a few friends there. I had worked in the dietary department the whole time I was there, as a dietary aide. Basically, I helped with the preparation of food for the elderly. I worked there until about the end of July of the same year. It was around May of that year that I had decided to move in with my father. My father had lost his job, due to his facility closing down in Wichita, and was being transferred to a new plant in Kansas City. I stayed with my mother through the beginning of August at which point I moved out of Kansas, and up to Missouri with my father and grandparents (His parents). When I told everyone at my workplace that I was leaving they decided that I should hold a going away party. So I did. The last night that I worked, I got off around 8pm, and headed home to make preparations for the next day, which was supposed to be my going away party. The next night rolls around, and something happened to everyone that was supposed to come (parents said no, had a previous arrangement that they forgot about, etc.) I was devastated. Here I was, leaving all the people that I was friends with, and 3 people show up to my house. Jason T, another friend Dustin C (another really good friend of mine, even to this day), and a girl that I worked with, Janette G. Janette and I were nothing more than really good friends, but she didn't want to see me go, so she told her parents to screw off, and that she was coming to my party. Well, 1:30 a.m. rolls around, and my mom asks me to take Janette home. I completely ignore her and go about chatting away with her and Jason. (Dustin had left earlier, because he had to work in the morning, but hey, at least he came) An hour passes, my mom comes out of the house and calls me inside. Completely furious with me for not taking Janette home, she threatens me with being grounded for the rest of my time staying with her, and sends me on my way. I take her back to her car, which was left at the place we worked. On the way back, around 3:30, I get pulled over by a cop for the first time. Scared shitless... Jason was in the passenger side, staying calm, and I'm absolutely freaking out. I pull my car over, turn off the engine, and roll down my window. The cop approaches my car, "License and registration please." I give him my license and all the paperwork I had on the car, including the owners manual, he goes back to his car for a minute, comes back, and hands me all the stuff back. "Do you know why I pulled you over?" "Not really" "Your bulbs that shine on your license plate are out" "Really?" "Yeah. I'm not going to give you a fix-it ticket, but make sure you get that fixed.... Oh yeah, you were also going about 15 mph over the speed limit back there... Have a nice day." I was shocked. I went back home driving 20 mph under the speed limit the whole time. We finally get back home, and Jason has a little surprise for me hidden away in his truck. A bottle of Cherry Vodka. I had never drank alcohol before, and was scared to try it, but peer pressure overcame me, and I broke down. We ended up mixing the Vodka with the only thing we had available: Mountain Dew. We both end up finishing the bottle, and I was good and drunk by the time it was over. (It was a 12 oz. bottle... weak, I know...) I'm not sure how far gone Jason was at that point, but I'm sure he was feeling a little tipsy too. As we finish off the bottle, I hear something tapping on the garage door. (I held the party in the garage that my step dad had just built) I stumble my way over to the big garage door, and lo and behold, Janette is standing there. I was so excited to see her, I didn't think about my mother and what she would say. The night goes on a little ways, and we both settle into the back of my step dads truck, laying on sleeping bags. We start to get a little freaky (My third chance for sex, and passed it up), and I hear someone banging on the garage door really loudly. I had locked the door previously in case my mother came out and saw Janette there. Jason and I get up, go over to the door, and Janette runs around the front of the truck to stay hidden from view, because we assumed that it was my mom coming out to tell us that the music was too loud. Wrong. Jason unlocks the door, and I'm standing right behind him. He opens the door, and what do we have at the door but 6 cops, with flashlights, and one with pump shotgun, right in our faces. The cops instruct us to come out of the building, put our hands against the wall, and then asked me who lived on that property. "I do" I told them. Then they asked me if anyone else was in the garage, and what did I say? "No, sir." The cop with the shotgun goes in the garage, and comes out with Janette in front of him. "You both are very lucky, I almost shot her because you told me that no one else was in there." We then followed them back to the road, and see Janette's car surrounded by 3 cop cars. They had told us that there was a report of a robber in the area, and saw her car on the road, and decided to check it out. I guess the newspaper carrier that morning had seen Janette snooping around our road, because she didn't remember exactly where I lived. The cops then left, saying the only thing we had done wrong was lie to them. My bad. You know, it's amazing how fast I sobered up considering how smashed I was before they showed up. By the time the cops left, my mom had seen the lights from their cars, and was standing outside, arms folded across each other, standing next to my step dad. My stepfather said nothing to me at all, but my mom confronted all 3 of us. I could tell that she was about to explode, one, because Janette was still there, and two, because the cops had come out looking for something. She instantly made Janette leave, and made me and Jason come in the house for the rest of the night. The next week that I was to be living there before actually moving out, I was grounded and the atmosphere very, VERY tension-filled. So ended the life of living under my mothers rule, at least for the time being. I've not spoken to Janette since then.
I moved to Kearney, Mo with my father, and since we didn't have a place to live at the time, we stayed with his parents. We ended up living there for about a year or so, before my dad got his own place. I was in a completely new school, which was okay with me, because it gave me an opportunity to make some new friends and meet new people. I really enjoyed living with my dad for my high school years, but then the tension started to build between me and him around the beginning of my senior year, but I will get back to that in a little bit. I had started a new job at a Steak 'n' Shake Restaurant in Liberty, Mo. I was in the kitchen, running the drive through most of the time. I liked that job almost as much as the nursing home, so I decided to get a second job at a nursing home in Kearney. Working 2 jobs, and going to school full time, I quickly realized that there was simply not enough time in the day to work, study, and maintain a social life. So after 2 months of working 2 jobs, I had to drop one of them. This nursing home was insanely boring, because I worked in the kitchen, cooking by myself most of the time. I didn't care much for that one, so I dropped them, with no notice at all. I was still working at Steak 'n' Shake, and ended up dating one of the waitresses there, Jesse S. who lived there in Liberty. More on that in a little bit.
*Random Story Time: I made a lot of money at Steak 'n' Shake. Not because of the base pay of 7.50 an hour. Because of the sheer stupidity of people. People put too much trust in random strangers. When someone would come through the drive through, and place an order that was around 10-15 dollars, I would tack on a few extra dollars for myself. (Note: This is NOT recommended! This will land your ass in jail!) Someone who had an order that came to $13.15, for example, I would tell them that their total was $14.15. Yes, I know, it's only a dollar. But no one ever questioned it. Very few people asked for a receipt, and when they did, I would apologize for making a mistake, and give them the correct change or whatever. Nothing ever became of it, because no one ever noticed, or if they did, they never complained. Doing that 20-30 times per shift, netted me some sweet extra cash, which I put into the bank. I found out something new after doing that for about a month, and that was small time compared to what I was about to start doing. I had figured out one of the manager's codes to get into the computer system, and ring up orders under a manager status. The point to that, was in manager status in the computer system you can discount or completely comp orders. I think you see where I'm going with this. Working the drive-thru by myself, with no one ever checking up on me, I was able to comp orders that came through the drive-thru. This way, the money that they gave me didn't have to go into the register and the way they had the computer system there, comped meals didn't show up in the system at all. When a meal was comped there, it was basically erased from the system. Back then, they didn't take credit cards, so it was only cash going into the register. So this worked on every ticket. Not that I did it on every ticket, but a good amount of them. I earned some really good money that way, but if they had ever found out back then, I'd probably still be in jail to this date. Of course, there's nothing that they can do now, because its been so long.
Okay, back to Jesse. That was an interesting experience. Myself being a hardcore Christian at the time, and her belonging to the Buddhist sect, we didn't really see eye to eye on everything. Things were peachy for a while, we never really got that far in the relationship sexually. We ended up breaking up after 3 months for some reason that I don't even remember. Haven't talked to her since I quit Steak 'n' Shake. Oh yeah, she's also kind of the reason that I quit that job. It was her birthday, and I wanted to spend the day with her, but I had to work. I called in sick, but after calling in sick, I realized that it was payday. So I called back and asked if Jesse could pick up my check for me. Of course they said "no", so I had to go and pick it up myself, despite 'being sick'. I went in to pick it up, faking sick, and when I got home, my boss called me. He said that he knew why I was calling in, because it was Jesse's birthday, and that either I come into work, or I lose my job. I tried to convince him that I really was sick, and he ended up saying: "Fine, but since I don't believe you are really sick, I'm going to call you every hour on the hour, and if you aren't home to answer the call, you're fired." I said, fine, whatever, and hung up the phone. Jesse drove to my house, so we could leave in my car, and when she got there, I told her what our boss had told me. She ended up saying how that was bullshit, and that he can't fire me over that. I agreed. So I called him back, and said "You know what, this is bullshit. You have no right to call me at home to make sure that I'm really sick. I QUIT!!!" A moment of silence ensued, then I hear a *Click* on the other end. So that was the end of that job. Worth it? Maybe.
*INTERMISSION*
I found another job a week and a half later, waiting tables for The Dish Stuffed Pizza in Liberty. This was my first job waiting tables, and I wasn't really good at it at first. My first table ordered a Cosmopolitan Margarita, and we served it in a shaker, with an empty glass. Well, with my inability to carry a tray with one hand, I ended up dumping it all over the table where they were sitting. They ended up feeling sorry for me, and leaving me a decent tip. Time went on, and I started making a fair amount of money, in which I was able to pay off my new car, a 2000 Chevy Cavalier Coupe 2.2L. After a month or two of working at The Dish, I started dating this girl from the Applebee's in Liberty, named Becca S. A girl that I used to work with named Kayla G. hooked us up, and we got along great. This was the first girl that I'd dated that was older than I was. She had graduated high school, and was about to go off to K-State, and I was still a senior. We hung out every night almost, until she went off to college after the summer had ended, and we ended up breaking up because of an unfortunate incident that occurred while she was at college. Unfortunately, she didn't tell me about it, I found out from Kayla.
Ahh, my senior year at high school. The most fun I had in school. I came down with senioritis real early in the year, and started skipping school early in the year. I would call into the school around 11:00 a.m., stating that I was my father, and that I would not be in to school that day. They bought it every time, except one...
*Random Story: It was a Tuesday night, in November of my senior year. I was still working at Steak 'n' Shake, and one night while I was at work, someone had mentioned that there was going to be a party that night at one of the employees houses. Well, my dad worked nights, so he was always gone to work by the time I got home from work. So he never really knew if I came home from work or not. So I went to the party, had a grand ole time, and drank way too much. I have no memories of that night, really, but I know what happened the next morning. I woke up on Wednesday around 10:30 a.m., curled up in a broken recliner, and realized that I was supposed to be in school. My dad didn't call my cell phone, because by the time he gets home in the morning, I'm usually gone to school. Kind of like ships passing in the night, really. Anyhow, I drove back home, after agreeing that I owed the owner of the apartment a carpet cleaning :). My dad was home, and he would have known if I had raised the garage door, and for some odd reason I had the telephone from inside the house in my car from the day before. But that phone was almost dead. I tried to call the school on it anyhow, pretending to be my dad again, but it was real fuzzy and static-y. Well, the secretary called back on the house phone, and my dad answered. Of course he didn't call the school, so I was busted. I got 3 days in school suspension for that one, which wasn't too bad.
*Yet Another Random Story: About 3/4 the way through my senior year, my buddies and I discovered Yellow Jackets. Those are the little black and yellow pills containing Ephedrine. (They no longer use Ephedrine by the way, it has been banned.) Well, I bought a few packs of them from the gas station in town. (You had to be 18 to purchase them at the time, and I was.) I discovered that kids in school were willing to pay money for these things. They are basically hyped up caffeine pills. Anyhow, I paid less than a dollar a piece for them, and these kids were willing to buy them off of me for 3-5 bucks a pop. Instant profit... Well, the next day, I went down to the local GNC (General Nutrition Center) and bought a bottle of 100 of them for 40 bucks and took them to school with me. I figured that the bottle itself would be a little conspicuous so I emptied out the bottle into an eyeglass case that I had. I just sold them out of that eyeglass case for the remainder of the day. The next day, I left the case in my locker, and someone got into them, and started selling the ones that they took. I think about 20 were missing, and I eventually found out who it was. Anyhow, after lunch, stories were floating around the school that there was a girl that had overdosed on something and went into seizures, and passed out in her class. Her friends told the teacher that she had taken 5 of the pills. I had no idea who the girl was, so either the person that stole some of mine gave them to her, or someone else was doing the same thing I was. After she was taken to the hospital in an ambulance, someone spilled my name. During the last hour of the day, about 15 minutes before school let out, the principal and vice principal escorted me out of my class, and to the office. The vice principal asked me to empty all of my pockets, and I laid down on the desk in front of him my keys, wallet, cell phone, 2 pens, and my pocket knife. He picked up the pocket knife, and by this time I'm sweating bullets. He opens it, and says "Hmm... I have one exactly like it." He closes the knife back up, and asks me to take him to my locker. So he escorts me to my locker, where I had the yellow jackets stashed, and a porn mag :) I was really getting nervous by this time, but I knew that I didn't have anything in plain sight. The magazine was hidden in between the pages of a trigonometry book, and the case with the pills was in the bottom of my locker, which I had made into a makeshift trash can. It was hidden in an empty box of HoHo's. He rummages through my locker, finds nothing, and then asks to search my car. I'm like "okay, fine". We start walking out of the building to my car, and my mind is racing trying to think of what I had in the car that he could get me for. 3 steps into the parking lot, I realize that I still have a full 24 pack of Bud Light bottles that my buddy had bought me the night before. I nearly crapped myself. I unlock both passenger and driver side doors, the vice principal gets into the passenger side, I climb into the driver's side, and he starts rooting around. The beer was in the trunk, but I was still sweating bullets, but covering it up nicely. He opens up the glove compartment and finds an empty wrapper of a 3 pack of yellow jackets, and satisfied with his find, didn't see it fit to search the rest of the car. I was so relieved when he said to lock my car back up and go back inside. The school session for that day was almost over, so he returned all of my stuff, except the wrapper, and said that he was going to discuss his findings with the faculty. He told me that we would discuss it the next day. So I went home, and tried not to let it bother me for the rest of the night. I come back to school the next day, expecting to be brought into the office the first hour, and nothing. All day, I was never called in. A week and a half went by, and I never heard anything else from them, when one day they called me out of my trig class. They said that they were suspending me for 10 days because of the ordeal, and that I was lucky that they didn't call the police. They gave me 5 days in school suspension, and 5 days out of school suspension. On top of that, they made me go see a drug counselor with my father, who wasn't really upset over the whole deal, which was surprising. The counselor was a complete ass-bag. He kept trying to get me to admit to doing meth and coke, and when he got the results, he asked me if I had anything to tell him before he announced the results of the test. I told him "no", that I'd never done an illegal drug in my life, and he told me that I had traces of Amphetamines in my system. I was like, "no way!", and then the ass hat told me that it was normal, and I was clean. He was just trying to get me to confess to something. After all that was over, and I served my in school suspension, I still had 5 days of out of school suspension to serve. As luck would have it, my cousins were going out of town for 8 days, and they asked me to watch their house for them. So I had a house for 7 days (with the weekend in there) all to myself, and all kinds of food. I did nothing but eat, sleep, and play video games for a week straight. Some punishment that was... HA!!!
*One More Random High School Story: About 2 weeks before graduation of my senior year, I got expelled. The day before I got expelled I was over at my cousins house, and we were shooting each other with pellet guns. After we were finished, I threw the pellet guns in the back seat of my car, and completely forgot to take them out before going to school the next day. It was my woods class (2nd to last class of the day), I was working on a project in the lab, and the principal and 2 police officers come barging in, stand me up, and slap cuffs on me. I have no idea what the hell is going on, and everyone else is in just as much shock as I am. I'm carried out of class without a word, and escorted to the parking lot. I knew that I had parked in the Visitor's Parking spot, but jeez! There were 3 cop cars, and about a dozen officers surrounding my car, a few of the officers were trying to jimmy my lock open, and a few others were looking in the back with flashlights. (Tinted windows) They make me take out my keys, which is difficult to do in cuffs, and unlock my door. They made me back away slowly after I unlocked the door. I'm walking away from my car , and as I turn around, I noticed that all of the kids in the school were crowded around all the windows of their classrooms staring at me. I thought it was funny, because it was all just a big misunderstanding. They proceed to take out the 2 pellet guns, both of which look very real, mind you. One was a Desert Eagle replica, and the other was an MP5 replica. The officers that grabbed the guns out of the car proceeded to shoot them in the parking lot! I had then been informed that it was a concerned student that had passed by my car and saw the guns laying in the back seat. Well, they couldn't do anything about the guns because they were in plain sight. (The jackasses never found the Glock replica that I had stashed under the drivers side seat) But unfortunately they did find a 14" ornamental dagger that I had purchased at a Flea Market a week before in the pocket of the drivers side door. They gave me this shpeel about how the knife was illegal to own, and they expelled me on those grounds. I was told that they wouldn't let me attend the graduation ceremony, and they weren't even sure IF I was going to graduate, since being expelled made me miss ALL my finals. Luckily, I only needed 1/2 of a fine arts credit, and the teacher let me take the final outside of school. I worked out to where my family begged and pleaded with the principal to get him to let me walk at the ceremony, and he finally let me. So basically, all I ended up with out of that experience, was graduating 2 weeks earlier than everyone else! HA!!!!!
*INTERMISSION* (I feel sorry for those of you that are reading all of this in one sitting) (I guess I typed it all in one sitting though...)
Ok, now that we are all rested up, It's time for college... (Don't get too excited.)
I had one month in between high school and the time college started, since I was to attend a school that was in session year round. I enrolled in DeVry University in June of 2002, one month after my graduation. I moved out to the campus in Kansas City, and found an apartment, which was owned by DeVry. At first, I was the only one in the apartment, which gave me a few days to get all my crap moved in, and to stake out a bed. It was a 2 bedroom apartment with 4 beds, completely furnished, since DeVry owned it. After a week or so I had the first roommate move in. His name was Mike M. He was a pretty cool guy, who knew a lot more about computers than I did. Things were cool for a bit, school went fine, I took it seriously. We had another roommate come in by the name of Rory M. Strange guy from South Dakota. He pretty much kept to himself for the first couple months. He never talked to me or Mike for the longest time. We thought he really didn't like us because Mike and I took up the living room and dining room to set up our computers, which is what we spent most of our time doing. It took some time, but I got to know Rory pretty well, and he was actually a nice guy, just not very outgoing. I don't think Mike knows anything beyond his first name even to this day. Also, I had gotten a job in the Lenexa area working for the giant UPS hub loading trucks. Worst job I'd ever had. 'Nuff said.
*It's a Random Story Time Again: Mike and I shared a room, with beds on opposite sides of the room. One night, we both went to bed around the same time, and we were both lying there in our beds talking about random crap. After the talking went down, and we started to fall asleep, I heard a really strange noise coming from the living room. Rory was out of town for the weekend, so I knew it wasn't him. I asked Mike if he heard it. He said "Oh, shit, you heard that too?" "Yeah..." A short silence ensued, and we heard the noise again. I said that I was going into the living room to figure out what it was. Kind of a creepy scratching / squeaking noise. I go out to the living room to investigate, and I see nothing. I decided to get on my computer for a little bit to calm myself and see if the noise comes back. I'm on my computer surfing the net, and I'm not hearing the noise anymore. I decide to give it just a little bit longer before I go back to bed. About 20 minutes after getting on my computer I heard the noise again, louder than ever. I wasn't expecting it, and it scared the shit out of me. The sound this time was comparable to that of a screaming chicken. I hop up out of my chair, spin around, and see Mike come flying out of the bedroom down the hall, wearing nothing but boxers and wielding a Louisville Slugger. That was one of the funniest sights that I'd ever seen in my life. So I'm scarred shitless, and cracking up at the same time. The sound continues, and its coming from just outside our front door. I honestly believed for a couple minutes that there was a chicken loose in the apartment somewhere. We looked out the peep hole of the front door, and saw nothing. I opened the door, and Mike was right behind me with the bat raised ready to beat the hell out of what ever it was that was making the noise. After opening the door, we came to realize that it was just the screen door flapping in the wind, because it hadn't been latched properly... We made a vow never to tell anyone about that moment. Looks like I'm breaking that vow. Oh well....
After the first semester of college, my car had been broken into twice, and my stereo system had been stolen both times out of it. The first system was crap. The second one was a lot nicer. After the second time, and the semester was over, I transferred to a different apartment complex that required a code to get into the front gate, and I also had an alarm installed on my car as a safeguard. I was then living with a few guys that were an awesome bunch of roommates. They didn't do anything illegal, and they kept the place clean. Doug and Patrick, my new roommates, were cool to be around, and we all got along fine. Unfortunately, my school work started to dwindle, and I got kicked out because of attendance problems. So with 2 and a half semesters under my belt, I decided that DeVry was done with.
*Another Ex-Girlfriend Random Story (Grab a coke and a big bowl of Easy Mac for this one!!): After moving in with the new guys Doug and Patrick, I met a girl on HotorNot.com . Stacy U. We met under the 'Meet Me' feature one day, and that led to chatting over the internet, with Aol Instant Messenger. We got the chance to get our web cams going, and I wish I still had the conversation from that day so I could post it here. Anyhow, we arranged a meeting, she told me where she worked, and I told her I would come and see her. One of her questions was "How am I going to know its you when you come in?" I replied, jokingly, with "I'll be the one with the rose in my mouth." We both got a small laugh out of that, then blew the comment off. She asked me the same question a little later on in the conversation (This session lasted about 2-3 hours), and I told her that she would "Just know." Well, we took the half an hour to say goodbye, and the next day, my dumb ass walks into the Pizza Shoppe where she worked with my two roommates, and a single red rose in my mouth. The look on her face made it all worth it though. She had to duck behind the counter right when she saw me, to either hide laugher, or embarrassment. I still haven't figured out which one yet. I sat down, we ordered our pizza, and she brought the wrong one. The pizza that she brought us was supposed to go to the table across from us. We noticed right away that this pepperoni pizza wasn't what we ordered, but I didn't want to make a scene, or be a dick about it, so we just dug into it anyhow. She came running over a few minutes later, and told us that she had screwed up, but she had the correct pizza in hand. We told her that it was no big deal, and that she need not apologize, it was an honest mistake, and personally, I think she was nervous. I know I was. So she delivered the right pizza and informed us that since she screwed up, our pizza was free, and we got to keep the other one, since it was half gone already. We didn't have to pay for that one either. All we had to pay for was our drinks and our salads (with the pink dressing). So she ended up with like a $20.00+ tip out of the whole deal. And a rose....
*Ex-Girlfriend Story Part 2: We hit it off really well. We spent all the time we could together, and we had a lot of fun. Her parent's loved me, and she even helped me get a new job after I quit UPS because I hated it so much. She helped me to get a job at the Guacamole Grille in Kansas City as a waiter. That is a whole other Random Story for down the page a little ways though. She would come over to our apartment and play pool, I would go over to her house and watch movies. Things were perfect for the first 2 months. I couldn't have asked for a better girlfriend. The last month turned a little sour though. One night, I was in her bedroom watching a movie with her until she fell asleep like I always did. This time, I fell asleep along with her... I woke up the next morning to her mother opening the door to let the dogs out of her room. I don't think she knew that I was awake at the time, because I pretended to be asleep even after she came in. I was really paranoid, thinking her parents were going to hate me forever, after her mother seeing me laying in bed with her daughter sleeping. (Even though I was still fully clothed, and laying on top of the covers.) Her mom exited the room with the 2 dogs, without saying a word. I then proceeded to get out of bed and then left, but not without kissing Stacy on the cheek like I always did before I left when she was sleeping. After she woke up, she called me on my cell phone, and I explained what had happened. She said that her mother had told her that she saw me in there sleeping with her. "Oh, just wonderful" I'm thinking. But then she told me that her mom didn't care at all, and that she completely trusted me. I was shocked. I was really amazed that I had made that kind of impression on her parents to trust me to sleep in the same bed as their daughter, at her house no less! Well, as time went on, this started happening more and more. I would just stay at her house for the night, so I wouldn't have to go back home. Besides, sleeping by yourself is crappy after sleeping next to the one that you love for a little while. Well, after a few weeks of this, it started seeming like we had been married for 20 years. She started becoming very distant to me, started ignoring my phone calls and text messages. I honestly don't think I was being psychotic or anything, I just wanted to know what was going on. Before I knew it, the relationship was over as quickly as it started. Everyone that I talked to said that they thought she had found someone else, and people said it so much, they had me believing it. So I completely gave up on it, and tried to move on. It was about this time, that I had been kicked out of school because of attendance, and I also lost my job, because I called in sick 2 days in a row. That was the first job that I'd ever been fired from, and that really ate me up, in addition to everything else that was going on.
*INTERMISSION*
Well, with all those things piling up on me: Losing my girlfriend, my job, my apartment (since DeVry owned this one too), and getting kicked out of school, I was about to loose it. I'm not talking suicidal thoughts or anything, I was just ready to move far, far away. (I was thinking California) Instead of California, I had spoken with my mom, and she offered to take me back in. We got along much better then before I left, I guess the time apart gave us our own space, and we weren't in each others hair. So with our relationship improving so much, I decided to take her up on her offer to take me back in. So I packed up all my stuff and moved back down to Wellington with my mother and stepfather. I moved there at the end of June, just a few days after Stacy and I broke up. (Oh yeah, Stacy and I broke up like 3 or 4 days before her birthday, which is on June 29th. That's another Random Story for later on though.)
After moving back in with my mom, I was reunited with my old friends, and found a job at a local A&W restaurant in Wellington. I hated that job too. I worked for a moron that would flap her arms when she walked, because it made her feel like she was flying... This lady was 40+ years old, and still living at home with mom and dad, and was an assistant manager at a restaurant. Like I said, Moron. Well, I worked for them between July and November of that year, in which point I decided to move back to Overland Park with a guy that I had met through Doug, my old roommate. His name was Jason H. He is from Arkansas. Anyhow, one of the reasons I moved out of my mothers house was because one day, while visiting Jason H., we decided to go and eat at the new Guacamole Grille they built on Olathe, Ks. While I was there, I asked our waiter if they were hiring, and he said hell yes. He went to get the manager, and I spoke with him. I explained my situation, that I was living in Wellington at the time, but was considering moving back to the Kansas City area. I told him that I used to work for the restaurant in Kansas City, and he hired me on the spot. I was to start in 3 days, and I didn't even live within 200 miles of the place. Well, Jason H. was looking for a roommate, so I told him I would move in with him, and split the rent 2 ways. So I got my job back as a waiter in November of 2003. I returned to my mothers house, to tell her that I was moving out, and she understood. I rented a U-Haul, and moved all my stuff back up to the new apartment. Skyler Ridge Apartments was the name of the complex. I started back at the new place, and loved it. Jason H. and I were getting along just fine, and I was enjoying my new job, and making a decent amount of money there as well. One night something strange happened though. I was standing at the hostess stand, talking to one of the employees, and a couple and their son walk in. I just pass it off as another table, and I pawn them off to one of the other servers, because I was not in to mood to work hard that particular evening. I didn't even take notice as to who the couple was for a few minutes. I walked around the restaurant once, and when passing by the table, I got a good look at them. Stacy's parents, and her brother, who I'd never met before, because he lived in South Carolina. (Or was it North Carolina? I don't recall...) Which leads me to.....
*Ex-Girlfriend Story Part 3: I decided to take the table for myself, even though it wasn't mine, I just explained to the server that I knew them, and they had no objections to me taking the table. I sat down and visited with them for a while, and Stacy's mom, Cindy, kept apologizing to me for what Stacy had done to me. I told her that there was no need to apologize, and that I also contributed to the break up. Which was true, I'm not perfect, and I'll admit it. I screwed up. Anyhow, they went on telling me how much they missed having me around, and I told them that I missed them, and Stacy too. (Which was true.) Well, they proceeded to go home and tell Stacy that I had moved back to the area, and then told her where I was working. One night I went out to my car, and found this letter underneath my windshield wiper on my car. (The phone number at the bottom has been removed for her protection, and mine...) Anyhow, I found out that her friend Amy K. was having a birthday party at the place I worked one night in January. I volunteered to work the party, because I hadn't seen any of them since Stacy and I had broken up in June. That night, after Stacy and her friends showed up, she told me that when I had a minute, that she needed to talk to me. I said I had a minute right then, which I don't think she was prepared for, and we went off to a table in the corner and sat down. She then went on to tell me that she missed me, and she needed to straighten up a few things in her life, and that she was wondering if she could have another shot with me. I thought about it for a whopping 15 seconds before agreeing to get back with her. The night went on, I did my job, got a crappy tip from her friends, and everyone had a good time. The place closed down for the night, and I asked Stacy to come back to my place for a little bit. She agreed, I closed up the restaurant, and then we headed off to my apartment. She ended up staying the night at my place that night, which I'd have never seen coming in a million years. I believe it was the next day that we officially got back together.
*Ex-Girlfriend Saga Part 4: Things were great for the first two months, just as if we never left off the good times we had almost a year before that. So I'm back on cloud nine, and things are peachy again. I'm living on my own again, I have a job that I like, that I'm making good money at, and I've got my old girlfriend back. About 2 months into it (Again), the married couple thing seemed to be rearing its ugly head again. I never stayed at the apartment, I was constantly with Stacy. During the last month, things began to go sour again. I'm really not sure why, she just kept telling me that she was 'confused', and that she didn't know what she wanted. Well, I pretty much saw this one coming, kind of a repeat of what happened last time. I was more prepared for it this time, so it wasn't as much of a kick in the nuts, but it still hurt this time too. I've found that no matter how hard you get kicked in the balls, it still hurts. Like hell.....
Afterwards, her afore mentioned friend, Amy, started to take a liking to me. She kept trying to get with me over a 1 or 2 month period, on and off. I kept telling her that I was not interested in a serious relationship anymore, and that we would remain friends. She wouldn't seem to take 'No' for an answer. Eventually, she ended up getting a job at the Guac, for what reason I'm not positive. I have my suspicions though. This was about July of 2004 that she started working there. I quit at the end of July. To wrap up the Ex-Girlfriend Saga.....
*Ex-Girlfriend Saga Part 5: Stacy and I seemed like a perfect match at first. Except in one respect. She had a lot more experience sexually than I did. Basically, I had none on my end. I'm not saying anything bad against her at all, I'm just saying, performance wise, I'm sure she was more advanced than I was. But I never found out. During the first time we dated, I think we moved a little too fast. She was ready to 'go' at the end of the second month of being together the first time we dated. I was not. I was willing to do anything but sex. Myself being a virgin, I wanted to try to make it just as special for her as it was going to be for me. So I decided that on top of a Carriage ride and dinner on the plaza in Kansas City, I was going to give it up to her that night. Special for me, because it was my first time, and it would have been with the person I loved. Special for her, because it was her 19th birthday. But, as stated before, it ended just a few days before her birthday. The second time around, things went in a completely different way than I'd expected. Within the first week of being back together, we were lying in her bed, and she told me that she still loved me. I could not say it back at that time, because I still had mixed emotions about the whole thing. I know that bothered her, because she (I'm guessing) expected to hear those words back, and she didn't. Well, a few weeks later, I told her, just out of the blue, that I loved her too. This time, I had decided to make Valentines Day the special day for both of us. That didn't work out either. Then again, I guess I didn't try too hard. Having looked back, I'm really glad that I didn't do it with her, even though a part of me wishes I would have, just so I know that I would have lost it to someone I loved, as opposed to some one night stand later on down the road.
Well, aside from relationships, my life was still going ok. Jason T, my best friend still, had moved up to Overland Park with me and the other Jason. Jason T. and I shared a room, and Jason H. had his own. I feel kind of bad because when Jason T. moved up here to live with us, I was rarely ever home. He didn't know Jason H. very well, and from what I could tell, they didn't get along very well. They were constantly complaining about each other. Calling each other lazy, and slobs, among other things, there was a lot of tension in that apartment. Well, after I became single, I was at home more often.... Like, all the time, when I wasn't working. We held wild parties in that apartment, with male and female genitalia flying all over the place some nights. I met and became good friends with a guy that I worked with named Kyle L. Or so I thought. More on that later though.
*INTERMISSION*
Well, Jason T. and I finally got tired of living in the smelly ass apartment with the other Jason, so we decided to get our own. We stayed in Skyler Ridge apartments, but we moved into a nicer apartment on the third level. It was just the two of us for a while, until we started struggling with rent, then we decided to get a third person in there. That's when everything went belly up. Our friendship of seven years, the condition of our apartment, and the decent lifestyle that I was used to living. Kyle moved in around the time he graduated from high school.
*Random Story: For Kyle's graduation party, I threw my first kegger ever. It was a terrific party, the best that I've ever seen. A massive amount of people showed up, everyone got drunk and had a good time. Not one thing was broken, or spilled. The evening went perfect. We floated the keg in about an hour and a half's time, but that was ok, because we had plenty of bottled beer and hard alcohol to go around. We had no less than 30 people in that small 2 bedroom apartment for a 5 hour time period. With everyone coming and going, we calculated at least 75 to 100 people (a lot for a two bedroom apartment) were in that apartment throughout that 5 hour period. Not one noise complaint, no cops, and lots of underage drinking. It was a blast. I wish I had pictures of the party, but I don't.
Jason T. was gone the weekend of the party, and he wasn't happy about it when he returned. As soon as Kyle moved in, Jason started to become distant. He would shut himself in his room, only making an appearance for food and work, and to bitch about me and Kyle occasionally. Kyle and I were really starting to get sick of him talking shit on us, and I started to become an ass hole toward Jason. I really regret that, as I lost a best friend due to that, probably the best friend I will ever have. Things just kept getting worse between us, and then Jason finally threatened to move out around July of 2004. At that point, I didn't know how the hell I was going to make rent, even with Kyle helping out, it wouldn't have been enough. Of course rent wasn't my main concern. I was losing a friend that would do almost anything for me. And I blew that friendship out the door because I became an ass hole. Want to know part of the reason? Read on....
*Random Story: I had never done any kind of drugs in my life, until January of 2004, in which I tried weed for the first time. It was Nuggets, or Nuggs. (Basically a good quality weed.) I found a pack of cigarettes at the Guac one day, that had no cigarettes in it, but about an eight ounce of nuggs. I decided to experiment with it, as I had always wanted to try it, but being too afraid of the consequences, I never did. One night, when still living with both Jason's, Jason T., Kyle, and I decided to smoke. Jason H. was there too, but he didn't want to participate, which I completely understood. First hit, I coughed a lot, but didn't really feel anything. Second hit, I coughed even more, and still never felt anything. I was coughing so hard, I felt like I was going to throw up, so I threw in the towel for the evening. Kyle took a monster hit, out of our makeshift pipe, and then coughed so hard, that he blew all the weed out of the bowl, and then blew snot all over me and Jason T. I was laughing, and coughing at the same time, I thought my head was going to explode. Since I didn't really get high, I didn't understand the hype about it. I had smoked for the second time in July of 2004, and got stoned off my ass... ...off shwag. All I remember is acting like a complete idiot all night, and eating everything in sight. It was a good time. Ever since that time, I started smoking more and more recently, and becoming more of an ass hole towards Jason T. I was completely disrespecting the rules that we had both set down when we moved into the apartment together, breaking both the main ones. The first being no drug use or trafficking in the apartment. The second being no smoking cigarettes in the apartment. I had taken up smoking around March of 2004. At first I would only have a cigarette to catch a buzz at a party or bar or something. Social smoking just let to habitual smoking, and have been smoking ever since. I'm trying to stop, but not that hard. I still kind of enjoy it, but if a girl comes along who doesn't smoke, and wont stand for it, that's all it will take. Smoking is not as important to me as a potential relationship, and if it comes between me and a female, the smoking will stop, no matter how hard it is.
Well, I got fed up with life at the apartment, and I took a trip to see my grandparents after a few months of not seeing them. They made an offer for me. They were willing to put me back into college, and help me out in any way possible, if I moved back to Kearney. I did, and enrolled in Maple Woods Community college, taking business and computer programming courses. I was living back in the basement of my fathers house until I got back on my feet financially.
Hmm, Stables Bar and Grill, my present employer, and a lot of good times to be had... and bad. I am a server and sometimes a bartender part time. I started around December 17th, 2005 as a full time server. I have a wonderful boss by the name of Michael J. who I enjoy working for more than any other boss I've ever had. He's laid back, but he makes sure the job gets done.
*Random Story: After about 2 days of starting my job at Stables they had their employee Christmas party. Being brand new to the Stables scene, I decided to attend and try to make some friends with the people I worked with, since I'd just moved back to Kearney and didn't really have anyone in the area to socialize with. I walked into The Pub House in Liberty around 8:00 at night and sat down at the bar by my self and helped myself to the free alcohol. After 2 or 3 Budweiser bottles a friendly older gentleman by the name of Bill B. came over to me and invited me to sit with him, his brother, and his brothers wife. Being the first person to actually come up to me and talk to me, I accepted. We started talking for a bit, going back and forth to the bar to replenish my alcohol supply, and everything was peachy. Conversation went on, and then we started talking about Bill's sexual orientation. I'm not sure why it came as a surprise to me, I guess I didn't notice the leather pants or mesh shirt that he was wearing, but I found out Bill was gay. Ok, that's cool, everyone is entitled to their own way of living, I'm not grossed out or offended by homosexuals, I don't really care. Well, I got up to go to the bathroom at one point, and shortly after entering, Bill came in. I was relieving myself when he decided to ask me if I by chance, was gay. I simply told him no. He asked me if I was sure, and that I was a good looking guy, and I repeated my answer, along with a thanks for the compliment. He was really drunk at this time, as was I, and didn't want to give up. He then asked me to go to Wetherbee's with him. (Wetherbee's is a gay bar in Gladstone.) I told him that I appreciated the offer, but I had to get home after the party ended. I left the restroom and went to the bar for another drink. Not really sure what happened the next few minutes, but a little while later I had found myself sitting with a girl that I'd had a small crush on that I worked with named Monica R. We didn't really talk that much, but we did introduce ourselves and find out a little bit about one another. Ok, time comes to leave, and I get in my car, and pull out onto 291 Hwy in Liberty and get behind Monica and her sister, Jenny. We get onto I-35 north and I noticed there was someone riding my ass in my cavalier. I slowed down a little, thinking it might be a cop, and let him pass me on 35. He speeds around me and gets right behind Monica's car. It was a newer black Toyota truck with a 4-wheeler in the back. Well, we are all anxious to get home, so we are doing about 95-100 mph on the interstate. I fall back to get off at the Kearney exit, and so does the truck I noticed. The truck got behind me, I got off on the exit and started down the street to head home, with him right behind me. I pulled into my driveway at my dads house and opened the garage door preparing to pull in, when I noticed the truck had pulled in the drive way right behind me. I put the car in park and opened the door to see who it was. Before I could assess the situation I was being pulled from my car and onto the pavement by 3 guys that had gotten out of the truck. They proceeded to beat the livin' bejeezes out of me. One of them had looked into my car and saw the DVD player screen in my car and went over to my car to steal it. He pulled on the screen a few times, and said "I'm taking this." A few seconds later, all 3 guys got back into their truck and left, as my dad walked out the door. He came running over to me to see what had happened, and after seeing me covered in blood, he figured it out. His wife had called the police, they came, we filed a report, and the night was over. I still to this day have no idea who those guys were, what I did, or what the hell they wanted. I wouldn't mind seeing them again though, one at a time of course :)
Well, time went on, and I ended up getting with Monica on January 1st. I was they guy holding her hair back as she puked her brains out from her new years eve party. Things went ok, we got close to having sex once, but we both decided it was still too soon. Things started going downhill after about a month of dealing with her idiotic roommates. I couldn't deal with it anymore, so I just kind of quit talking to Monica. I still really regret leaving her with no reason, and completely ignoring her, but the way her friends acted when I did it made it a whole lot easier.
On to March of 2005. The job was going swimmingly and I was pretty happy overall. A new girl had started working at Stables by the name of *NAME OMITTED*
The previous story has been taken out due to a complaint from the person this information pertained to. Apparently, I'm a liar. I'm sorry to all of those people hurt by this information. Not really. I did put in the information that I never regretted anything that happened. Well, that changed. I regret ever meeting *NAME OMITTED* now. Now just leave me alone. You know who you are.
*Random Story: On March 23 of 2005, I was working one night and had really bad pains in my chest. I talked to Michael about it, and he let me leave to go to the hospital. I drove myself to the Liberty hospital emergency room and was taken in back immediately. They hooked me up to a few machines, got a few blood samples from me. They were thinking it was cracked cartilage in my ribcage. They ended up keeping me overnight and bringing in a cardiologist from KU Med center. She hooked me up to a different machine and was finally able to determine what it was. Periocarditis. Basically, you have this protective sack around your heart, and mine had filled up with fluid, restricting my hearts' ability to pump correctly. They put me on a regimen of Ibuprofen and sent me on my way. I'm still paying the medical bills on this... *grumble*
*Random story: I got my first real pet around the beginning of April 2005. I love that dog (Tweak) like there is no tomorrow, and unfortunately he is currently at my mom's house being held for ransom until I finish college. The dog is almost a spitting image of my mom's schnauzer Remmy. He was born on February 1st, 2005. I still get to see him occasionally when I go to my mom's house, but I wish I still had him. I miss the little guy.
To bring you up to date, I'm now living in an apartment in Kansas City, Mo, just south of Liberty with a girl that I'm working with named Tammy S. Things are going wonderful right now, I'm back in DeVry and really doing good this time. I should be graduated in a year and a half. I'm still working at Stables, and loving it. I'm currently with a girl that I love very much named Sydney S. I met her at work also, and we made it official during my hotel party during the middle of October. She is living with me at the apartment, and before you shake your head and call me mean things for getting myself into a situation where I'm living and working with the girl, I love this one. There was no love in the last relationship. I really enjoy being with her, despite a pissed off ex of hers that I have to deal with occasionally. This dude is about as smart as a toilet. That might even be complimenting him... I'm not going to put anything about her in here, because I'm not sure what her take is on the website. I'm not about to release her information against her wishes.
All of the information as stated above is true, and correct to the best of my knowledge. If anyone has any comments about any of the content here, please email me with and concerns, and or questions. Also, I know that I've left out information on a bunch of people. Information and my personal experiences with those people can be found in the People section of my page.
I thank you for taking an interest in my life. I love you all. Good day...
Ok, I'm updating with more random stories that I've left out before, either because I thought they were inappropriate or I just plain forgot. I'm putting all this at the bottom, and they are in a completely random order, so you don't have to scroll through and search for the updated stuff.
*Random story: One time I was driving along with my cousin Adam C. in my Mercedes. We were really hyper for some reason, as we always are when we're together. Anyhow, we were cruising along through liberty, doing some really strange dance moves in the car, and we pulled up to a stop light. It was a warm summer day, so my window was rolled down. Well, when we came to a stop, we both noticed that the lady next to us had her window rolled down as well. Anyhow, without thinking, I looked at Adam, he looked at me, and I looked over back to the woman, stuck my head out the window, and screamed at the top of my lungs: "I want your penis!!!!" This woman must have been 70 years old at least. We both received a deadly look, and we started to pull away due to the light turning green. I think that's the closest I've ever come to wetting myself.
