They could've called this anything else, but chose to cash in on the name!
Previews I've seen tell me this ain't gonna amount to a pile of dogshit next to the real Karate Kid.
I've been thinking about that for the last few days.
I just don't know what to make of it, some of my problems because I took unnecassary(sp?) risks back in the day that left me wide open to trouble.
Some of it is because of bad decisions and stubbornness.
Some of it is a by product of my mental illness, ok a lot of it.
But some of it is just some random freakshow bullshit.
I know most of it I've brought upon myself, but when something like the truck gettein' fucked up happens, I just gotta wonder if God himself isn't fucking with me purely for his entertainment.
So, when I broke my arm (again) my poker buddy switched trucks with me until I'm out of the cast.
This morning he calls to tell me that the truck's been vandalized
I get over there and the truckis sitting on four flats and it's been keyed up one side, across the hood, and down the other.
It's one of 5 or 6 cars on the same block that suffered the same fate, including his wife's Suburban.
I am FURIOUS!
Between the tires and the paint (it's going to require a total repaint) it'll probably run $2,grand!
That paint job was new in December!
His homeowners policy doesn't cover vehicles & all I have is liability. The Suburban will be covered by insurance because it has full coverage on it.
I had to let him have his truck back, they had no transportation.
He's going to put new tires on the truck, as soon as I cough up the dough to replace them.
I lost a brother 10 years ago, we weren't close, but still.
He was killed by a drunk driver.
I'm truly sorry that he suffered, and that you had to suffer with him.
Ruth's Chris in Tempe Arizona was both the most expensive and the worst value I've ever experienced.
Schmoozing the man who was going to award a $90,000 per year transportation contract.
Everything was too cold or too hot, over or undercooked. Server wass on her fucking period or something, acted like we were putting her out.
Drinks were weak,
The whole experience just sucked ass and cost $250 for a party of 4. Plus tip!
In the parking lot the guy tells me I blew it, he wouldn't take his dogs to Ruth's, if I really wanted the contract I should've taken him to Durant's.
The guy that won the contract took the guy to Mustang Sally's, the second skankiest whore house er, I mean strip club in Phoenix. Behind The Blue Moon of course.
I was born here.
When we lost the business and the house, we knew wwe couldn't stay in Phoenix, we couldn't even afford to live in a car there.
So we moved back to my home town, somewhere between Abq and Amarillo Texas and between I-40 and the Mexican border. It's a small town, only 12,000 people.
Nice and quiet usually.
Phoenix was just too big for me anyway, I use to have anxiety attacks just grocery shopping, just too many fucking people!
Brad was a 'friend' of mine who was working on his sixth divorce when I moved to New Mexico 3 years ago. He's the guy that stole my client list and started his own company while I was in the hospital. Just after he got me to loan him $5000 (which I never saw a penny of, by the way).
He gets drunk and calls me, sometimes in tears, talking about how's fucked over everyone he ever cared about.
A mutual aquaintance gave him my number after Brad told him he was going to pay some of the money he owes me. That didn't happen.
He's talked to me about suicide and while I didn't encourage him, I didn't go out of my way to talk him out of it either.
