A hand full of borrowed sundials (and other sailing fare)
A lot has happened since my last post, mostly in the last week. It has been a hellacious week. I'll tell you about it, with these symbols ~ pointing out areas which will be explained later in the post.
Sunday, after not seeing my parents for a month, I made a special trip to Shallotte for them. I do this with increasing regularity, despite the fact that they have never been to my apartment in Wilmington to see me. My father was out of town in a fishing tournament, so I hung out with my mom, who asked me to leave after ten minutes.~1 Nothing happened Monday, it's monday. Tuesday I got drunk, went to the dark side, and got the snot beaten out of me.~2 Realloy, though, it was mostly blood. Wednesday the wife and I drove to Virginia to visit her mother, and thursday we went rafting,~3 and saw a terrible movie called, "Failure to Launch." I thought it was going to be about the space program or something. Friday we all took a nice long bike ride, then drove home.
~1: My mother was cleaning up her yard, and despite the fact that I was helping her with it, she told me she couldn't get anything done with me there and asked me to leave. I was upset by this, but like all the stupid stuff with my parents, I tried to suppress it. Which brings us to...
~2: When I drink depressed or angry, a darker, considerably more evil AJ surfaces. I do not remember any of this, it is all stuff I've heard from the people wh were there. I downed half of a fifth of Jack Daniels like it was water nad I had just finished running a marathon in the desert. I had also taken a good bit of the other half in shots prior to this, but i think the chugging is what set me off the deep end. I began speaking only in French, and ended up outside the apartment I was in, laying on the ground crying about god knows what. I am not sure what provoked me into it, but shortly thereafter I shouldered down the door to a neighboring apartment, and scared the bejesus out of the two guys and their girlfriends, who responded by beating the tar out of me. They broke my nose, cracked a rib, gave me a black eye and ear?, and threw me back outside. The police ignored the fact that I am underage, and the neigbors decided against pressing charges. I guess they felt bad about the savage treatment of my face. I was uncooperative with the paramedics, as I was plastered and still speaking french, and the fire department had to come spray all my blood off of the breezeway. My wife took care of me, and surprizingly enough did not kill me after I sobered up. I will not be consuming any more alcohol.
~3: Two took longer than I thought it would to explain, so I'll be brief. Erica, her sister, her sister's friend, her mom, and her mom's hubby all piled into the raft while I sat pretty on a kayak. It was a lot of fun, except that the raft would get stuck on a rock occasionally, so I did what I could to free them. Once, while doing so, the raft broke free, but ran me down and trappped my foot between itself and a rock, causing some severe bruising and swelling. But it's ok now. Kayaking is fun.
Listen to some Old Crow Medicine Show.
Sunday, after not seeing my parents for a month, I made a special trip to Shallotte for them. I do this with increasing regularity, despite the fact that they have never been to my apartment in Wilmington to see me. My father was out of town in a fishing tournament, so I hung out with my mom, who asked me to leave after ten minutes.~1 Nothing happened Monday, it's monday. Tuesday I got drunk, went to the dark side, and got the snot beaten out of me.~2 Realloy, though, it was mostly blood. Wednesday the wife and I drove to Virginia to visit her mother, and thursday we went rafting,~3 and saw a terrible movie called, "Failure to Launch." I thought it was going to be about the space program or something. Friday we all took a nice long bike ride, then drove home.
~1: My mother was cleaning up her yard, and despite the fact that I was helping her with it, she told me she couldn't get anything done with me there and asked me to leave. I was upset by this, but like all the stupid stuff with my parents, I tried to suppress it. Which brings us to...
~2: When I drink depressed or angry, a darker, considerably more evil AJ surfaces. I do not remember any of this, it is all stuff I've heard from the people wh were there. I downed half of a fifth of Jack Daniels like it was water nad I had just finished running a marathon in the desert. I had also taken a good bit of the other half in shots prior to this, but i think the chugging is what set me off the deep end. I began speaking only in French, and ended up outside the apartment I was in, laying on the ground crying about god knows what. I am not sure what provoked me into it, but shortly thereafter I shouldered down the door to a neighboring apartment, and scared the bejesus out of the two guys and their girlfriends, who responded by beating the tar out of me. They broke my nose, cracked a rib, gave me a black eye and ear?, and threw me back outside. The police ignored the fact that I am underage, and the neigbors decided against pressing charges. I guess they felt bad about the savage treatment of my face. I was uncooperative with the paramedics, as I was plastered and still speaking french, and the fire department had to come spray all my blood off of the breezeway. My wife took care of me, and surprizingly enough did not kill me after I sobered up. I will not be consuming any more alcohol.
~3: Two took longer than I thought it would to explain, so I'll be brief. Erica, her sister, her sister's friend, her mom, and her mom's hubby all piled into the raft while I sat pretty on a kayak. It was a lot of fun, except that the raft would get stuck on a rock occasionally, so I did what I could to free them. Once, while doing so, the raft broke free, but ran me down and trappped my foot between itself and a rock, causing some severe bruising and swelling. But it's ok now. Kayaking is fun.
Listen to some Old Crow Medicine Show.
posted by AJ. That's right, AJ. | 9:06 AM
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