Speaking of boys, I wonder if any of my 'boys' would protect me the way Michael protected his 'family'...both on the field and off? My guess...the actual number would be much lower than the actual number of my 'boys' who have said in the years past they would. Cowards. Only as good as your word. And if your word ain't no good, you aren't either, pal.
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Reason #139 that I'm losing my mind: Got into a heated argument with the gato this morning. I got out of bed, told him I was getting in the shower and he should have all of his things ready to go see the fam by the time I finished. As I walked back into my sleeping quarters, the fuzzy lil fuck was still lying in the same spot he was when I told him to get his things together. I told him dad was going to be there in 10 minutes, to get his ass in gear and get it done. He rolled over into the sun peering through the window. I lit a smoke, collected my things for the trip home and grabbed his cage to load him up. As soon as he witnessed me carrying it, he darted off the bed and hid under it. And wouldn't ya know it, he parked his lil ass dead center in the middle. Couldn't reach him from any angle. So I filled up an extra large bowl of water, filled his dish to the top with grub and told him to watch the house, I'd see him Sunday.
Yup, Reason #139.
I wanna send a shout out to my 2010 Chicago Cubs. OK. The bums that have owned you forever are gone. The moron who tried to play in the outfield for ya last season is gone. You have some quality rookies this year who are ready to battle with ya to get into the Big Dance. Get the job done. I repeat. GET THE JOB DONE. That is all.
Another goes to my new bosses, all 30+ of em. Five years is a kinda long time to wait for a call back after the first interview, but I stuck it out and wont let ya down...again.
(This next part is gonna read like the old cat who hung himself at the hotel after being released from prison in The Shawshank Redemption.)
It's been nice here. Warm. Low to mid 80's. There's a nice breeze off the lake. I'm working now. Staffed at a bar in Wrigleyville, just a few steps from the ball park the Cubs call home. I miss some of the guys from time to time but think about Chloe more than I do them. I hope she's doing good living up North. She's with someone who loves her now, something that I never realized I did until she was gone. A lot of ladies who have been bundled up these past several months have decided to break out their summer wear. Cute tops and summer dresses. Chicago is such a beautiful place in the spring and summer time. But this summer will be the first since the last. And it might be kind of hard. Not too sure how to handle it yet. But I know eventually that I'll grow tired of it and just wanna go back home.
I guess we'll see how the next several months play out.
Went shopping yesterday. New jeans and a few new shirts. Though my mother has told me that I need to stop wearing t-shirts because of my age (32), I still bought some new ones. One of them is the entire gang from Scooby-Doo in front of their van. The other, it's a red number that says, "I've been drinking for 8 hours...and you're still ugly...do the math." Should go over real well while trying to pick up the ladies.
Need to go and buy The Outsiders tomorrow afternoon and write an essay about the social conflicts involved with the movie for the Human Development class I'm taking. Doesn't have to be about The Outsiders, I just chose the film because it's a pretty damn good movie.
Blah. Blah. And Blah.
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