The thing about legends is......sometimes, they're true.
It was a cold and rainy day -- one of those days in between the days that signals the true arrival of spring. It was one of those days where Soonerdawg woke up and said, "You know, I'm gonna grab life by its horns and make it suck my dick." It's always good and well to get out of bed and have a purpose while taking that first piss that seems to get a little harder with each passing day. Personally, I think it's all this damn coffee making it hard to piss, but fuck it. If the ole dickaroo would ever stop looking like it just emerged from 12 foot of ice, that might help the ebb and flow of things.
After taking care of some mundane business (feeding Soonerdawg, feeding Soonerdawg, checking emails and ensuring that his bank account is still going in the appropriate direction -- no GPS does the old bank account need to head south I'll tell you what), it's time to head to Wal-Mart and visit the Coin Star machine. Now, Soonerdawg has his coins in one of those paper dixie bowls that's good for a spin in the microwave followed by a toss in the trashcan. The first order of business is pretending like there is no business -- Soonerdawg ain't no broke motherfucker heading to Wal-Mart to cash in his quarters and dimes. Fortunately, the cold rain helped to disguise his true intentions as he headed up the rain soaked blacktop. Much to his chagrin, there was some young chick already at the machine. He couldn't help but notice that she cashed 40 bucks while maintaining his "I'm just cashing my coins cause I don't like loose change lying around the house" demeanor. Someone behind him mentions that "this must be the day everyone cashes their coins" comment over his shoulder. Soonerdawg turns and sees a short woman with multiple gaps in her teeth holding a zip lock baggie full of coins. He pauses for a moment before saying to himself, "Not yet, but maybe a couple months from now". So Soonerdawg gives a courteous reply and then looks away -- Don't talk to me no more. Soonerdawg leaves Wal-Mart after cashing his $26 ticket and holds his head high -- I ain't a broke motherfucker, I just make a point of cashing my coins regularly.
It's off to the liquour store. Fuck it, just gonna get drunk. The girl at the counter is new, although he's not sure how new since he cut back on the booze. Not bad though. A bit of a wide ass, but here lately Soonerdawg has been appreciating some girls with some size in their thighs. Oh yeah, she's gonna get it, she just don't know it and won't ever know it. Ha, Soonerdawg thinks, there's no point in even trying to talk, with 18 bucks left after this purchase, what's the goddamn point. Of all the goddamn times to loosen up and start talking to chicks -- as he drives away, he thinks maybe it's easier because there's no way. What a lady's man.....when things were good, well, times were hard. Now that times are hard, he seems to be teasing himself by talking to chicks he would normally nut up around. Something screams loser, but Soonerdawg says fuck it. Ain't no time for that shit.
Back home and time to settle in and watch some NC goddamn double A. Used to be a great time. Now it's just trying to rekindle a spark. Who really gives a shit. Some pretty good action though, been some damn good games that can make one care, if just for a minute. Seems like the phone rings every 5 minutes -- Soonerdawg goes two hours without even bothering to check. Just a bunch of numbers he doesn't recognize and no one ever leaves a fucking message -- but he does google these numbers to see if something pops up that he should be concerned about, and sure enough, one did today. Fuck it. He can put that one off. What the fuck are they gonna do any goddamn way? The only thing that sucks is a friend that calls regularly. Why does this motherfucker still care? Soonerdawg sucks down a few quick beers before returning the call -- the time zones are different, he can come up with excuses. Everything's good man, life is sucking my dick, and fuck you and what you think you know. Something's screaming that a lot of folks are gonna be pissed, but Soonerdawg knows he'll get a pass. A month ago Soonerdawg asked for some help, but no more. How many friendships is he willing to burn over cocksucking money when he has no true desire to help himself? It is sad, knowing that one can reach out, but at the same time knowing that one no longer cares enough to honor what he reaches out for. The thread took a bit of an unexpected turn, but fuck it. You gotta roll with what you gotta roll.
Soonerdawg knows the next few days are crucial. There's only one string holding that piano up. What will he do? @)
It was a cold and rainy day -- one of those days in between the days that signals the true arrival of spring. It was one of those days where Soonerdawg woke up and said, "You know, I'm gonna grab life by its horns and make it suck my dick." It's always good and well to get out of bed and have a purpose while taking that first piss that seems to get a little harder with each passing day. Personally, I think it's all this damn coffee making it hard to piss, but fuck it. If the ole dickaroo would ever stop looking like it just emerged from 12 foot of ice, that might help the ebb and flow of things.
After taking care of some mundane business (feeding Soonerdawg, feeding Soonerdawg, checking emails and ensuring that his bank account is still going in the appropriate direction -- no GPS does the old bank account need to head south I'll tell you what), it's time to head to Wal-Mart and visit the Coin Star machine. Now, Soonerdawg has his coins in one of those paper dixie bowls that's good for a spin in the microwave followed by a toss in the trashcan. The first order of business is pretending like there is no business -- Soonerdawg ain't no broke motherfucker heading to Wal-Mart to cash in his quarters and dimes. Fortunately, the cold rain helped to disguise his true intentions as he headed up the rain soaked blacktop. Much to his chagrin, there was some young chick already at the machine. He couldn't help but notice that she cashed 40 bucks while maintaining his "I'm just cashing my coins cause I don't like loose change lying around the house" demeanor. Someone behind him mentions that "this must be the day everyone cashes their coins" comment over his shoulder. Soonerdawg turns and sees a short woman with multiple gaps in her teeth holding a zip lock baggie full of coins. He pauses for a moment before saying to himself, "Not yet, but maybe a couple months from now". So Soonerdawg gives a courteous reply and then looks away -- Don't talk to me no more. Soonerdawg leaves Wal-Mart after cashing his $26 ticket and holds his head high -- I ain't a broke motherfucker, I just make a point of cashing my coins regularly.
It's off to the liquour store. Fuck it, just gonna get drunk. The girl at the counter is new, although he's not sure how new since he cut back on the booze. Not bad though. A bit of a wide ass, but here lately Soonerdawg has been appreciating some girls with some size in their thighs. Oh yeah, she's gonna get it, she just don't know it and won't ever know it. Ha, Soonerdawg thinks, there's no point in even trying to talk, with 18 bucks left after this purchase, what's the goddamn point. Of all the goddamn times to loosen up and start talking to chicks -- as he drives away, he thinks maybe it's easier because there's no way. What a lady's man.....when things were good, well, times were hard. Now that times are hard, he seems to be teasing himself by talking to chicks he would normally nut up around. Something screams loser, but Soonerdawg says fuck it. Ain't no time for that shit.
Back home and time to settle in and watch some NC goddamn double A. Used to be a great time. Now it's just trying to rekindle a spark. Who really gives a shit. Some pretty good action though, been some damn good games that can make one care, if just for a minute. Seems like the phone rings every 5 minutes -- Soonerdawg goes two hours without even bothering to check. Just a bunch of numbers he doesn't recognize and no one ever leaves a fucking message -- but he does google these numbers to see if something pops up that he should be concerned about, and sure enough, one did today. Fuck it. He can put that one off. What the fuck are they gonna do any goddamn way? The only thing that sucks is a friend that calls regularly. Why does this motherfucker still care? Soonerdawg sucks down a few quick beers before returning the call -- the time zones are different, he can come up with excuses. Everything's good man, life is sucking my dick, and fuck you and what you think you know. Something's screaming that a lot of folks are gonna be pissed, but Soonerdawg knows he'll get a pass. A month ago Soonerdawg asked for some help, but no more. How many friendships is he willing to burn over cocksucking money when he has no true desire to help himself? It is sad, knowing that one can reach out, but at the same time knowing that one no longer cares enough to honor what he reaches out for. The thread took a bit of an unexpected turn, but fuck it. You gotta roll with what you gotta roll.
Soonerdawg knows the next few days are crucial. There's only one string holding that piano up. What will he do? @)
