It’s been quite a bit. As it should be. Makes for interesting posts.

As it stands, still living in the same place, in the same town, the same life…I think.

Chloe starts school in a couple of weeks. I’m excited and sad at the same time. My little partner in crime is going to be gone most of the day. She’s happy, and more than ready. I’ll mention this though, the lists of the required items for school is ridiculous. I know it’s kindergarten but fuck.

• 8 Glue Sticks (to go with the two bottle of Elmer’s)
• 4 packs of 24 colors crayons.
• 3 packs of 8 colors crayons.

Just a sample of the wtfedness. I can understand, to a point that is. Kindergarten is nothing but one big art class with the learning interweaved. but shit balls man. You want us to supply the other kids as well?  She’s got her backpack ready to roll (marvel heros, naturally..) and a secondary in her eyes (Optimus Prime from transformers animated).

I’m dealing with the normal breakdown stuff. Back this time. Taking Vicodin daily. Fun times. Physical Therapy starts next week. Yay. Not as invincible as I thought I was when I was a kid. McCarty, look out.

The band thing is non-existent. Can’t find anyone serious enough to take it up with. All I’ve heard so far is big talk. So I’ll be waiting, but not holding my breath.

Currently. I’m waiting. For Mom to pick me up. It’s going to be a fun day. Another chance to be in the middle of a pissfest. This time in a “controlled” environment. After the last debacle, where christopher was out of his mind, and as things were winding down, luis jumped in the middle. Hell. Anything could be better. Almost got locked up for “threatening to kill him, chasing after him, and him being in fear for his life”, yeah right…this is Luis mind you. He was just pissed because he seen his chance to possibly team up against christopher and it didn’t work. We turned on him. Then mom was defending him right up to the point of him calling the police. Fun times. They came right up to my house about 15 minutes after we got there. Had to call brandi out of work, and all that, because I thought I was going to jail. It took some smooth talking on my brother and mines part. Gotta love it. We got out of it. And now…

I’m through with this bullshit. They can eat a bag of dicks. I’m not playing their games anymore. Luis just wants to squash it, Mom just wants everyone to let everything go. Hang on…I’ll translate for you: They want things to be like they never happened, because I’ve cut off all but the most basic contact with them, I refuse to go down there, and I refuse to let that violent stupid son of a bitch see my daughter. Why? Well..most of you know why…for those of you that don’t well..he’s not the most stable person and I’m not going to subject her, myself or my wife to any more of that shit. Plus the prick took a pot shot at me when I had chloe in my arms trying to get her out of the fucking fight. I owe Dylan. All those years of goofing off and wrestling around gave me a spider-sense. I just heard the shuffling of feet, and I just pivoted out of the way. fist was where my head was. If I hadn’t gotten chloe out of the way it would of hit dead center of her face.

Yes..I tried to press charges, but he “got to the cops first”. So fuck it. I’ll just eliminate the shit. I’m done being the hero. Christopher is acting like nothing is wrong too. Why? Oh..in the middle of the fight he bit me, and beat on my lower back, among other hits. I finally busted his cheek open and blacked his eye with a headbutt. His phone got broke and he really freaked out. But now..it’s business as usual with him because he got a new slider phone with the full qwerty keypad. Payoff. Nice.

That’s ok. I’ll just be happy playing my games, and chilling. I’m currently playing a bit of oldschool Link to the Past. Emulated on my PSP so I can play it while laying in bed at night.

It’s 11:30. The appt is at Noon. I guess we’re running on Streta time.

Death Magnetic comes out soon. September as a matter of fact. Beware!

M.