April 22, 2011
Bolanos and I meet Ela, her two cousins, and her aunt, who’s in her fifties. We go to McSoreleys, but leave because they have a table and we don’t. Aaron complains about me being a dick and walking ahead of everyone. I tell him to get some better conversation so I might join. I’m a nice guy.
Scott comes with his friend that we’ve never met. We ask if he goes to Columbia too. He replies Yes with a shrug and a tone of “Yeah, I guess it’s some random school I go to.” I make fun of that attitude and joke that he’s responding as if he goes to Devry Technical. They go to get a drink and Aaron comments that I literally just attacked someone that I just met for the first time. I realize that I just really came really bad. I have such good etiquette.
I split up and meet Ela and her fam. These classy guys they meet bring us to Continental and get some Rumple Minze, which is a hilarious shot. It tastes like Listerine and these college motherfuckers just love it. I split up with them because I’m following these college kids to some shit bars. We hop around and finally go to Coyote Ugly where these is a midget behind the bar. We also find out that this guy got a performance where the bartender pours liquor into her mouth and spits it into the guy and whips him with a belt, all for the price of $20.
April 23, 2011
Bolanos and I go into the city with tentative plans. Things fall through and we end up in the Lower East Side, which is a boom and a bust. Iggy’s a meh bar. Whiskey Ward is a sweet dive, but super crowded. St. Jerome is a coolish place, but it was quite dead. We have to check out that area more though because it’s so much smaller than the EV, so there’s so much less wasted time walking and walking around. There seem to be really cool bars there. And most importantly, the place is so much more attractive. Left and right, every girl was tall, gorgeous, and model quality. We give up, Baoguette it, International, 1:19 train home.
Sunday, 24 April 2011
Friday, 22 April 2011
Back
February 27, 2011
I’m finally back to NY and it’s my time to go out. I’m feeling a bit sluggish so I grab a diet Monster and I’m ready to make moves. I “pregame” dinner with some leftover Chinese food, which is perfect for that purpose. Meet up with Bola and Miah, off to downtown at a new bar that has the shot and Genny deal that we love from International Bar. We have Aaron, Lydia, Josh, Angela, and Scott to show up. We end up moving out to a few bars that I have looked up, but we give up on them because they’re crowded. I would like to go to Banjo Jim’s still sometime though. Live music, no cover.
We go to a usual spot then, Doc Holiday’s and then off to Sophie’s. The three of us get going and we can’t catch a cab. Then we go to the subway and wait around for that, but we give up on that. Now we have only about 15-20 minutes to get to Penn Station, so I say we just give up, get some food, and take it easy. However, a cab rolls up and we decide to go for it. We jump out of the cab and the clock is showing that we don’t have time so Miah and I run off. We get onto the train and realize that the clock was wrong and we had a few minutes. We made it with maybe 5 minutes to spare. We regret the fact that we didn’t get food. Boom, Bolanos who was split from us during the rush to the train shows up with a slice of pizza.
April 19, 2011
Atron told me to post in the blog because it’s been forever. However, the blog feels boring despite going out these days. I don’t really have much to say. We’ve been going out, but hitting up Sophie’s and Double Down for the past infinite weeks.
We did finally get to see Avi again after not hanging out with the man for a while.
The after work naps have gotten to be a habit, so I cut a day off of work. There are only a few months left until school so I should try to do some stuff. Sleeping like a bitch before 12:00AM will probably be a cure so I’ll need to start doing that.
I’ll get back to ya’ll on what I start doing these days. I already posted on a Law School forum to find out what work I could do for law school, like readings, learning how to write outlines for cases, specific cases that I’ll be reading, etc.
To start “doin’ thangs,” I read this:
http://lesswrong.com/lw/3w3/how_to_beat_procrastination/
It can be quite helpful and what I got out of it for me was to make it a “game.” I have a competitive aspect in my personality and using that to do things is something that I should have been doing for a while.
For example, this means setting away a certain amount of time for a certain task and only doing that without any distractions. This could mean unplugging my router and not letting myself watch TV in the background. Having clear, defined, yet reasonable goals helps achievement.
Another thing is rewards. One can reward themselves with something. It could be a treat (especially since I’ve been trying to eat healthy and avoid carbs, sweets, bad fats, etc.).
5:45-
I told myself I could have some kettle corn as long as I devoted a full hour to only music. I’ve been trying to expand and explore my musical palette recently. It’s not that I no longer enjoy the music that I listen to, but I’ve just felt like I’ve started enjoying more music and it’s a shame that I keep saying, “Well I’m not sure what I like, but I like more ‘stuff’.”
I tried out Nina Simone’s debut album, Nina Simon Sings the Blues. Keeper.
I found some Bing Crosby on YouTube and though I’m not sure I’m really down for that.
I listened to a new hip hop group, Shabazz Palaces. They have an unbelievable production sound, but I gave that a pass.
Gossip, I’m real down for. Similar to Scissor Sisters in the “gay”ness around them, but definitely a very different sound.
I found a cool playlist on YouTube of Susan Tedeschi and a few other blues artists. The blues won’t ever leave me, I can promise you that.
6:45-
I pull out my guitar and devote almost an hour to practice and then learn some blues licks on my electric thanks to YouTube. With such a good resource (the Internet), there’s no reason to waste money on personal lessons or anything when you want to learn something. It really is just putting in the effort.
It’s time to eat and I’m hungry. I agree to go with Spamps, Caroline, and Miah to get wings. However, I back out because I’ve been waiting a while. When I back out, they’re outside my house so I do tag along. Long story short, I should drive myself because somehow the dinner takes 4 hours. And this is no fancy place, it literally is eat wings and leave. No sir. Well those are my only “classes” for the day.
I’m finally back to NY and it’s my time to go out. I’m feeling a bit sluggish so I grab a diet Monster and I’m ready to make moves. I “pregame” dinner with some leftover Chinese food, which is perfect for that purpose. Meet up with Bola and Miah, off to downtown at a new bar that has the shot and Genny deal that we love from International Bar. We have Aaron, Lydia, Josh, Angela, and Scott to show up. We end up moving out to a few bars that I have looked up, but we give up on them because they’re crowded. I would like to go to Banjo Jim’s still sometime though. Live music, no cover.
We go to a usual spot then, Doc Holiday’s and then off to Sophie’s. The three of us get going and we can’t catch a cab. Then we go to the subway and wait around for that, but we give up on that. Now we have only about 15-20 minutes to get to Penn Station, so I say we just give up, get some food, and take it easy. However, a cab rolls up and we decide to go for it. We jump out of the cab and the clock is showing that we don’t have time so Miah and I run off. We get onto the train and realize that the clock was wrong and we had a few minutes. We made it with maybe 5 minutes to spare. We regret the fact that we didn’t get food. Boom, Bolanos who was split from us during the rush to the train shows up with a slice of pizza.
April 19, 2011
Atron told me to post in the blog because it’s been forever. However, the blog feels boring despite going out these days. I don’t really have much to say. We’ve been going out, but hitting up Sophie’s and Double Down for the past infinite weeks.
We did finally get to see Avi again after not hanging out with the man for a while.
The after work naps have gotten to be a habit, so I cut a day off of work. There are only a few months left until school so I should try to do some stuff. Sleeping like a bitch before 12:00AM will probably be a cure so I’ll need to start doing that.
I’ll get back to ya’ll on what I start doing these days. I already posted on a Law School forum to find out what work I could do for law school, like readings, learning how to write outlines for cases, specific cases that I’ll be reading, etc.
To start “doin’ thangs,” I read this:
http://lesswrong.com/lw/3w3/how_to_beat_procrastination/
It can be quite helpful and what I got out of it for me was to make it a “game.” I have a competitive aspect in my personality and using that to do things is something that I should have been doing for a while.
For example, this means setting away a certain amount of time for a certain task and only doing that without any distractions. This could mean unplugging my router and not letting myself watch TV in the background. Having clear, defined, yet reasonable goals helps achievement.
Another thing is rewards. One can reward themselves with something. It could be a treat (especially since I’ve been trying to eat healthy and avoid carbs, sweets, bad fats, etc.).
5:45-
I told myself I could have some kettle corn as long as I devoted a full hour to only music. I’ve been trying to expand and explore my musical palette recently. It’s not that I no longer enjoy the music that I listen to, but I’ve just felt like I’ve started enjoying more music and it’s a shame that I keep saying, “Well I’m not sure what I like, but I like more ‘stuff’.”
I tried out Nina Simone’s debut album, Nina Simon Sings the Blues. Keeper.
I found some Bing Crosby on YouTube and though I’m not sure I’m really down for that.
I listened to a new hip hop group, Shabazz Palaces. They have an unbelievable production sound, but I gave that a pass.
Gossip, I’m real down for. Similar to Scissor Sisters in the “gay”ness around them, but definitely a very different sound.
I found a cool playlist on YouTube of Susan Tedeschi and a few other blues artists. The blues won’t ever leave me, I can promise you that.
6:45-
I pull out my guitar and devote almost an hour to practice and then learn some blues licks on my electric thanks to YouTube. With such a good resource (the Internet), there’s no reason to waste money on personal lessons or anything when you want to learn something. It really is just putting in the effort.
It’s time to eat and I’m hungry. I agree to go with Spamps, Caroline, and Miah to get wings. However, I back out because I’ve been waiting a while. When I back out, they’re outside my house so I do tag along. Long story short, I should drive myself because somehow the dinner takes 4 hours. And this is no fancy place, it literally is eat wings and leave. No sir. Well those are my only “classes” for the day.
Sunday, 30 January 2011
I'm a douchebag?
January 29, 2011
We were supposed to turn on our game on OkCupid against Miah and CNF so our hero has snatched a date for tonight. Well not really, it's weird. It's this girl's 21st birthday and I meet her at 10:00 at Continental, the skeevy 5 shots for $10 bar. We sit around for a bit until they split and I'm left with just her, which is much preferred because I don't really know what to say to her three friends. The worst would be getting into a conversation on how I met Luna (the date).
We walk from there to Cienfuegos, which now has a new entrance around the corner. I guess the sandwich shop wasn't doing well and seemed close. They instead have two girls standing outside of a nondescript metal door and stairs. We have a cocktail and chat and I bring her to the opposite, International Bar. I finally decide that I'm bored. It's been over three hours with this gal and she really hasn't passed by 15 minute rule. I want to ditch.
I lie and say that my friend (using Evan) is having a panic attack and doesn't have his meds so I need to make a call. I call Atron and he shows up to International to spy on the date. When I see him walk right by, we don't say Hi to each other, and this incognito shit has been laughing in the middle of conversations. I have to awkwardly explain that I'm thinking about something else that's making laugh. I finally pull the trigger and say that I have a text from friend that I have his spare key and he can't get into his apartment and lives up in 116th. She was planning to stay with me on Great Neck, so I had the shit lockdown, but that's work. I have to spend the rest of the night entertaining, then she has to come back, then I have to entertain during the morning while she's stuck on the Island with me. Man, this is too much.
She's a bit tipsy because she just turned 21 and doesn't really drink. She doesn't know how to get back to Hoboken, so I just walk her a bit crosstown and say Bye. I question my morals a bit, but what else am I expected to do.
I meet up with Atron at Company and we have a few beers until I catch a cab to get the 3:19. I wish there was more ruckus because this one guy is in the military or something and he's making fun of this one Merchant Marine and criticizing his decision to join them. This is a horrible move considering it is a crowded train of 6-7+ other fellow Merchant Marines. If a fight broke out, it'd be one guy and his little brother against a shit load of dudes. Unfortunately, people are able to calm him down and nothing breaks out.
When I get home, I get on the chat and speak to some "friends"/people I've hung out with to ask about the decision of my night. As girls, they construe me as the biggest asshole ever. They twist the story and their version goes, "So you got a young girl drunk on her 21st birthday and ditched her somewhere in the city and you don't even know if she's home safe?" But reality, she wasn't drunk drunk and she did get back to Hoboken fine, so take that! I'm not an evil guy!
We were supposed to turn on our game on OkCupid against Miah and CNF so our hero has snatched a date for tonight. Well not really, it's weird. It's this girl's 21st birthday and I meet her at 10:00 at Continental, the skeevy 5 shots for $10 bar. We sit around for a bit until they split and I'm left with just her, which is much preferred because I don't really know what to say to her three friends. The worst would be getting into a conversation on how I met Luna (the date).
We walk from there to Cienfuegos, which now has a new entrance around the corner. I guess the sandwich shop wasn't doing well and seemed close. They instead have two girls standing outside of a nondescript metal door and stairs. We have a cocktail and chat and I bring her to the opposite, International Bar. I finally decide that I'm bored. It's been over three hours with this gal and she really hasn't passed by 15 minute rule. I want to ditch.
I lie and say that my friend (using Evan) is having a panic attack and doesn't have his meds so I need to make a call. I call Atron and he shows up to International to spy on the date. When I see him walk right by, we don't say Hi to each other, and this incognito shit has been laughing in the middle of conversations. I have to awkwardly explain that I'm thinking about something else that's making laugh. I finally pull the trigger and say that I have a text from friend that I have his spare key and he can't get into his apartment and lives up in 116th. She was planning to stay with me on Great Neck, so I had the shit lockdown, but that's work. I have to spend the rest of the night entertaining, then she has to come back, then I have to entertain during the morning while she's stuck on the Island with me. Man, this is too much.
She's a bit tipsy because she just turned 21 and doesn't really drink. She doesn't know how to get back to Hoboken, so I just walk her a bit crosstown and say Bye. I question my morals a bit, but what else am I expected to do.
I meet up with Atron at Company and we have a few beers until I catch a cab to get the 3:19. I wish there was more ruckus because this one guy is in the military or something and he's making fun of this one Merchant Marine and criticizing his decision to join them. This is a horrible move considering it is a crowded train of 6-7+ other fellow Merchant Marines. If a fight broke out, it'd be one guy and his little brother against a shit load of dudes. Unfortunately, people are able to calm him down and nothing breaks out.
When I get home, I get on the chat and speak to some "friends"/people I've hung out with to ask about the decision of my night. As girls, they construe me as the biggest asshole ever. They twist the story and their version goes, "So you got a young girl drunk on her 21st birthday and ditched her somewhere in the city and you don't even know if she's home safe?" But reality, she wasn't drunk drunk and she did get back to Hoboken fine, so take that! I'm not an evil guy!
Wednesday, 12 January 2011
The Slowest Long Game of All Time
January 7, 2011
It's weird a bit with Theresa because she's still asking about Aaron, which I don't have much to say about. When I get on the train, I get a text from Ela that Theresa is still complaining about him and stuff. Jeez.
Either way, this girl texts me for the first time that I met on PRA. She's a German blondie from Indiana. We messenger chatted for a couple times. We end up trying to skype call and talk, but chat on the phone instead. She calls me and we end up chatting from 2am until past 6am. Ive always been on the impression that there is a 15 minute rule, if you have good, flowing conversation with someone, then that means they're at least somewhat viable. You can easily tell if you really want to go on a second date with someone. So that was one of the longest conversations I've had on the phone straight with someone. Pretty crazy. We text over the weekend and week a bit more. She's really cool.
Atron asks about my night. I tell him about the Meeskite and all. He's no girl and doesn't cry about how I didn't go to his birthday. I'm more disappointed how I missed out of the awesome stuff. He tells me that I must be working the "Slowest Long Game of All Time." I explain that people can be mature enough without intentions of boning every girl they see. They're many too fine ones out there. Seriously, every night that I'm out in the city, I could fall in love with any one of dozens. There's no reason why good friends can't be good friends.
Then again, I guess I couldn't be hanging out with them if they were fat and ugly girls, so I'm not sure how to explain it. I think it's just people being superficial and not wanting to be attached to ugly people. And they're just way cool, so maybe it's just a coincidence that they're good looking.)
Tom, Spamps, Miah, and I go to Kenka for dinner first. They're heading to Aaron's birthday. However, Ela and Theresa are also around tonight and they haven't been able to hang in the city for a while, so I decide to be a host.
The guys leave for the party and we stay at Kenka and have soju and beer until 12 and go to a pub. They're supposed to catch at 1:00 train back to NJ, but they decide to ditch it at and catch the 6AM one. I was supposed to split at 1 and go to Aaron's, but I guess now I'm stuck.
This guy chats up Theresa and sticks real hard. I decide we should head to the next place and he asks, "Hey, can I come along?" I don't speak to him at all, but the girls have to be too nice and let him come along. We go to next bar and this meeskite tags along. He even leaves his credit card at the last bar, but still sticks with us. Who leaves their credit card somewhere, says, "Whatever."
Finally Theresa pulls me aside and says that we should get rid of him. I make up a story, we tell it to him, he gets a clue, and wants to split. We get our bill at the bar and he pays for it. Nice gesture for the Meeskite. However, Ela then feels bad that we're leaving him, so I have to end up paying for the drinks. And this is after I bought the few rounds at the last places because they didn't have cash on them because they spent too much at dinner.
Also, I make a bet with Ela for a drink that the Meeskite will call or text him because he got her number. I'm so collecting on it.
We end up ditching him before 4 and it is absurdly cold and took forever to get rid of him. By the way, girls need to stop being "nice." They're all brought up to be kind and the worst thing to be is a "bitch." This creates a spiral of deceit and lies. Being kind is fine, but there's a point where it goes too far. Like here, where it screwed with the night because they couldn't be honest and not let the meeskite tag along.
We can't get into Sophies nor The Library or whatnot dive bars that should be open until 5AM. I guess it's blisteringly cold and they don't want to open until that late. So then, we just give up, go to Penn and I make my train. I get back by 6ish. Ela doesn't get to Theresa's until 7ish.
Aaron calls me the next day and tells me about the business that occurred yesterday. CNF tells me that apparently Elena was throwing up in a cab and asleep and throwing up when he got back to Brooklyn. Atron says that he got super drunk. He needs to call Murray to fill him in on the night.
He later calls me back and tells me about what he forget. A friend of his asked the bartender at Hop Devil for the booziest beer and they give it to him. He's able to chug it and the bartender decides to give Atron another one. That's 4-5 drinks after a heavy night of drinking. He then goes back to his place with the others. He throws up in the bathroom and they're scared for him because they can't wake him up. He then vomits in his room and shit. Jeez, I really fucking missed out of a lot.
It's weird a bit with Theresa because she's still asking about Aaron, which I don't have much to say about. When I get on the train, I get a text from Ela that Theresa is still complaining about him and stuff. Jeez.
Either way, this girl texts me for the first time that I met on PRA. She's a German blondie from Indiana. We messenger chatted for a couple times. We end up trying to skype call and talk, but chat on the phone instead. She calls me and we end up chatting from 2am until past 6am. Ive always been on the impression that there is a 15 minute rule, if you have good, flowing conversation with someone, then that means they're at least somewhat viable. You can easily tell if you really want to go on a second date with someone. So that was one of the longest conversations I've had on the phone straight with someone. Pretty crazy. We text over the weekend and week a bit more. She's really cool.
Atron asks about my night. I tell him about the Meeskite and all. He's no girl and doesn't cry about how I didn't go to his birthday. I'm more disappointed how I missed out of the awesome stuff. He tells me that I must be working the "Slowest Long Game of All Time." I explain that people can be mature enough without intentions of boning every girl they see. They're many too fine ones out there. Seriously, every night that I'm out in the city, I could fall in love with any one of dozens. There's no reason why good friends can't be good friends.
Then again, I guess I couldn't be hanging out with them if they were fat and ugly girls, so I'm not sure how to explain it. I think it's just people being superficial and not wanting to be attached to ugly people. And they're just way cool, so maybe it's just a coincidence that they're good looking.)
Tom, Spamps, Miah, and I go to Kenka for dinner first. They're heading to Aaron's birthday. However, Ela and Theresa are also around tonight and they haven't been able to hang in the city for a while, so I decide to be a host.
The guys leave for the party and we stay at Kenka and have soju and beer until 12 and go to a pub. They're supposed to catch at 1:00 train back to NJ, but they decide to ditch it at and catch the 6AM one. I was supposed to split at 1 and go to Aaron's, but I guess now I'm stuck.
This guy chats up Theresa and sticks real hard. I decide we should head to the next place and he asks, "Hey, can I come along?" I don't speak to him at all, but the girls have to be too nice and let him come along. We go to next bar and this meeskite tags along. He even leaves his credit card at the last bar, but still sticks with us. Who leaves their credit card somewhere, says, "Whatever."
Finally Theresa pulls me aside and says that we should get rid of him. I make up a story, we tell it to him, he gets a clue, and wants to split. We get our bill at the bar and he pays for it. Nice gesture for the Meeskite. However, Ela then feels bad that we're leaving him, so I have to end up paying for the drinks. And this is after I bought the few rounds at the last places because they didn't have cash on them because they spent too much at dinner.
Also, I make a bet with Ela for a drink that the Meeskite will call or text him because he got her number. I'm so collecting on it.
We end up ditching him before 4 and it is absurdly cold and took forever to get rid of him. By the way, girls need to stop being "nice." They're all brought up to be kind and the worst thing to be is a "bitch." This creates a spiral of deceit and lies. Being kind is fine, but there's a point where it goes too far. Like here, where it screwed with the night because they couldn't be honest and not let the meeskite tag along.
We can't get into Sophies nor The Library or whatnot dive bars that should be open until 5AM. I guess it's blisteringly cold and they don't want to open until that late. So then, we just give up, go to Penn and I make my train. I get back by 6ish. Ela doesn't get to Theresa's until 7ish.
Aaron calls me the next day and tells me about the business that occurred yesterday. CNF tells me that apparently Elena was throwing up in a cab and asleep and throwing up when he got back to Brooklyn. Atron says that he got super drunk. He needs to call Murray to fill him in on the night.
He later calls me back and tells me about what he forget. A friend of his asked the bartender at Hop Devil for the booziest beer and they give it to him. He's able to chug it and the bartender decides to give Atron another one. That's 4-5 drinks after a heavy night of drinking. He then goes back to his place with the others. He throws up in the bathroom and they're scared for him because they can't wake him up. He then vomits in his room and shit. Jeez, I really fucking missed out of a lot.
Monday, 3 January 2011
2010 coming to an end
December 20, 2010
http://www.hulu.com/watch/195537/avec-eric-chefs-table#s-p1-so-i0
Watch it, even if you aren't a foodie, these are just great minds. Ripert's interview with David Chang is chilling and deeply personal. I definitely took something away from that to always hold onto.
December 26, 2010
It's a medium tournament today Magic in Brooklyn. The main prize is $300 and qualifying for a $70,000 payout tournament in Chicago next year. People wanted to do stuff yesterday night and Bolanos asks if I even will do well. There is also a blizzard coming, but I'm a winner and winners play.
I borrow a deck because I just don't have the cards for the specific $500-600 deck I want to play. It's 7 rounds.
I win two. I lose against a good player. I'm then paired against a New York grinder of years, same age as me, and that almost won Rookie of the Year. He is someone that has gotten a decent bit further in what I strive for. It's a bit awkward when I don't play perfectly a certain points and he is aware of it. However, I still win the match and he's a really nice guy and we chat a bit about Paris because we're both qualified to go.
I roll off two more wins against weaker opponents and I'm in the Top 8. I run into what used to be a scrub at the Binghamton Magic club, but now plays a decent amount and got good. I play against my loss in the earlier rounds and win off the bare of my ass from misplaying and losing a game and misplaying and it not mattering because my opponent needed to misplay. He even says, "He can't make a mistake right now, I know he's a good player." He outthinks himself, makes a mistake, and lets me win. Bad Darwin! I played sloppy and it relied on my opponent to make a mistake as well.
At this point, the people that were there with me already left because the blizzard was going crazy and I can't blame them to want to get back safe.
I turn down a 4 way split for the Top 4 prize. I'm no bitch. I'm here to win. I'm the only hold out of the Top 4. After being down a game in the Semis, they offer me the prize split again and I take it. Their loss. I end up losing a really tight one, but at least I got that far.
I go outside and the snow has gotten at lot worse in the 2 hours since my friends left. There are SUVs stuck in the snow trying to drive, so there's no way I'm going anywhere.
I join the other people that were at the tournament and they try to take the subway. It's about 10 of us and we wait on the subway. We stay there from 10PM to 4AM. The subway is not going anywhere because it's an outdoor train and the snow is covering the tracks. They turn off the power and we're bored so we draft in which my team wins, with me having the best deck of the 6 drafters.
The buses are sporadically running, but it's way too cold to wait outside for a bus and the buses are actually getting trapped in the snow so that's probably a no go anyway. We're literally trapped in the middle of Brooklyn with nowhere to go. They turn off the subway and it gets freezing like an ice coffin. We decide to leave and go to a Turkish place where I get a big plate of kebab, which is delicious. By the way, it's like 5AM right now. We then go to another restaurant and sit around. Then to McDonalds and they kick us out for being there to long. Then to Dunkin Donuts. We finally decide at 11AM to go to the 2 train, which is underground. To remind you, I woke up at 8AM on Sunday. I didn't sleep last night when traveling between place to place. It's Monday 11AM.
We take the walk to the station. There's no way we could've done this last night. It's fucking freezing, but at least there's sun and cars have somewhat driven on the roads. It's a freezing walk and it takes a full hour and my shoes are soaked. We finally get onto the train and I get into the city. I can't imagine what I would've done if I wasn't with these people. I would be so bored and lonely. I wouldn't know what to do. I wouldn't have figured that the trek to the subway was worth it. I would've just been completely lost and fucked. However, I find out that nothing can get me home. The LIRR and 7 train are off so I need to go to Atron's apartment by picking up his keys at his work.
I get some food and chill. I'm lucky that my mom is coming home at this time from Virginia and is able to pass through the city and pick me up. Otherwise, I would be stuck in the city. Jeez, what a fucking journey.
December 31, 2010
It's New Years Eve and this guy from the Stickam site has rented out a huge apartment in Brooklyn and is throwing a bash for everyone. I guess explaining what it involves is really awkward, but in the end, everyone that I've met from there is awesome and nice.
Not like our group isn't awesome, but it seems a bit strange that we mostly still only know the people from high school. Gotta make connections and spread them wings a bit. There's no end game of hitting up bitches or something from this, just meeting new cool people. Then again, if coincidentally girls throw themselves at me, I can't blame them.
At the party, one of the girls mentions that she may be getting too deep and emotional, but she got touched by the gathering of people. It's people that would otherwise have never met, from states and countries all over. People coming together being really good friends and even cooler, a lot of relationships have ignited. The party itself has three couples thanks to the group. There's one story of this new couple in Cali. The guy says he was unemployed and a complete burnout. He got into a relationship and she really inspired him to be productive. So now he's working and they got a new place and moved in with each other. So now he's basically a new guy with a new outlook on life, good for him.
I get to the party in Bushwick and it's twenty or so familiar faces. I immediately take three shots. I can drink well tonight because of the preparations. I slept a lot and took a nap at noon. For dinner, I had a load of greasy Chinese food. Right when I get to Penn, I get a six inch Subway sandwich. For a night of heavy drinking, sleep and eating a shit ton of food is a must.
I chat and mingle with all these people. Theres music, people are drinking punch, Grey Goose, and jello shots. Theres a bit of mess with two people throwing up and passing out before 12. People slowly disappear and drop like flies. One of the guys likes joking around with the fellas and makes overtly gay comments. He's horsing around and grabs me, I turn away and close my eyes trying to get away, and I feel him quickly planting his lips on mine. I'm no bro and don't need to call everything "gay," but that horsing around went too far and that shit's gay. I guess I lose a finger in Never Have I Ever for kissing a dude.
I decide to take the 519 and I have ample time to get home. I walk to the train station and it's an outdoor one. I'm like 7 on drunk scale. This guy's smoking a cig and I think to myself that it's New Years, so why not!?
The train comes and I'm not super sober and looking around for cops like a fiend. Boom, two cops walk over and tell me to put it out. I do. I try my best to be nice. As much as I dislike police and try to protect my rights, always be really kind to them. They're human. Give them respect and they will do the same, otherwise, they will push the law on your ass and fuck you three ways to Sunday. The cop says that I'm lucky and I should catch the next subway and he let's me go. I thank him and wait. The train sits there with the doors closed and i just want to get home, damn. Suddenly, the doors open up as if the conductor wanted me to go on. I was the only person on the platform. I shrug and jump on. The train continues to idle there instead of immediately leaving. As if the subway Gods were out for me, the cops walk over, see me on the subway, and tell me to get off. Fuck my life. He tells me to sit down, tells me that I should've waited for the next train and that now he needs to write me a ticket. $50 down. The worst subway luck ever. It should've just left or closed it's doors when I got on. Instead it had to entice me to get on and screw me. Not bad though, this is still a cheap night compared to people that go to the city for an event. Hell, I didn't even have to pay for liquor other than a bottle of champagne I got for the host.
I barely make the 519 train, so that's good. The worst would be waiting for the next train along with the ticket.
On the walk back from the station, I go to the new bagel place on Northern. It's no 4am bagel, but fresh bagel and lox spread is good.
http://www.hulu.com/watch/195537/avec-eric-chefs-table#s-p1-so-i0
Watch it, even if you aren't a foodie, these are just great minds. Ripert's interview with David Chang is chilling and deeply personal. I definitely took something away from that to always hold onto.
December 26, 2010
It's a medium tournament today Magic in Brooklyn. The main prize is $300 and qualifying for a $70,000 payout tournament in Chicago next year. People wanted to do stuff yesterday night and Bolanos asks if I even will do well. There is also a blizzard coming, but I'm a winner and winners play.
I borrow a deck because I just don't have the cards for the specific $500-600 deck I want to play. It's 7 rounds.
I win two. I lose against a good player. I'm then paired against a New York grinder of years, same age as me, and that almost won Rookie of the Year. He is someone that has gotten a decent bit further in what I strive for. It's a bit awkward when I don't play perfectly a certain points and he is aware of it. However, I still win the match and he's a really nice guy and we chat a bit about Paris because we're both qualified to go.
I roll off two more wins against weaker opponents and I'm in the Top 8. I run into what used to be a scrub at the Binghamton Magic club, but now plays a decent amount and got good. I play against my loss in the earlier rounds and win off the bare of my ass from misplaying and losing a game and misplaying and it not mattering because my opponent needed to misplay. He even says, "He can't make a mistake right now, I know he's a good player." He outthinks himself, makes a mistake, and lets me win. Bad Darwin! I played sloppy and it relied on my opponent to make a mistake as well.
At this point, the people that were there with me already left because the blizzard was going crazy and I can't blame them to want to get back safe.
I turn down a 4 way split for the Top 4 prize. I'm no bitch. I'm here to win. I'm the only hold out of the Top 4. After being down a game in the Semis, they offer me the prize split again and I take it. Their loss. I end up losing a really tight one, but at least I got that far.
I go outside and the snow has gotten at lot worse in the 2 hours since my friends left. There are SUVs stuck in the snow trying to drive, so there's no way I'm going anywhere.
I join the other people that were at the tournament and they try to take the subway. It's about 10 of us and we wait on the subway. We stay there from 10PM to 4AM. The subway is not going anywhere because it's an outdoor train and the snow is covering the tracks. They turn off the power and we're bored so we draft in which my team wins, with me having the best deck of the 6 drafters.
The buses are sporadically running, but it's way too cold to wait outside for a bus and the buses are actually getting trapped in the snow so that's probably a no go anyway. We're literally trapped in the middle of Brooklyn with nowhere to go. They turn off the subway and it gets freezing like an ice coffin. We decide to leave and go to a Turkish place where I get a big plate of kebab, which is delicious. By the way, it's like 5AM right now. We then go to another restaurant and sit around. Then to McDonalds and they kick us out for being there to long. Then to Dunkin Donuts. We finally decide at 11AM to go to the 2 train, which is underground. To remind you, I woke up at 8AM on Sunday. I didn't sleep last night when traveling between place to place. It's Monday 11AM.
We take the walk to the station. There's no way we could've done this last night. It's fucking freezing, but at least there's sun and cars have somewhat driven on the roads. It's a freezing walk and it takes a full hour and my shoes are soaked. We finally get onto the train and I get into the city. I can't imagine what I would've done if I wasn't with these people. I would be so bored and lonely. I wouldn't know what to do. I wouldn't have figured that the trek to the subway was worth it. I would've just been completely lost and fucked. However, I find out that nothing can get me home. The LIRR and 7 train are off so I need to go to Atron's apartment by picking up his keys at his work.
I get some food and chill. I'm lucky that my mom is coming home at this time from Virginia and is able to pass through the city and pick me up. Otherwise, I would be stuck in the city. Jeez, what a fucking journey.
December 31, 2010
It's New Years Eve and this guy from the Stickam site has rented out a huge apartment in Brooklyn and is throwing a bash for everyone. I guess explaining what it involves is really awkward, but in the end, everyone that I've met from there is awesome and nice.
Not like our group isn't awesome, but it seems a bit strange that we mostly still only know the people from high school. Gotta make connections and spread them wings a bit. There's no end game of hitting up bitches or something from this, just meeting new cool people. Then again, if coincidentally girls throw themselves at me, I can't blame them.
At the party, one of the girls mentions that she may be getting too deep and emotional, but she got touched by the gathering of people. It's people that would otherwise have never met, from states and countries all over. People coming together being really good friends and even cooler, a lot of relationships have ignited. The party itself has three couples thanks to the group. There's one story of this new couple in Cali. The guy says he was unemployed and a complete burnout. He got into a relationship and she really inspired him to be productive. So now he's working and they got a new place and moved in with each other. So now he's basically a new guy with a new outlook on life, good for him.
I get to the party in Bushwick and it's twenty or so familiar faces. I immediately take three shots. I can drink well tonight because of the preparations. I slept a lot and took a nap at noon. For dinner, I had a load of greasy Chinese food. Right when I get to Penn, I get a six inch Subway sandwich. For a night of heavy drinking, sleep and eating a shit ton of food is a must.
I chat and mingle with all these people. Theres music, people are drinking punch, Grey Goose, and jello shots. Theres a bit of mess with two people throwing up and passing out before 12. People slowly disappear and drop like flies. One of the guys likes joking around with the fellas and makes overtly gay comments. He's horsing around and grabs me, I turn away and close my eyes trying to get away, and I feel him quickly planting his lips on mine. I'm no bro and don't need to call everything "gay," but that horsing around went too far and that shit's gay. I guess I lose a finger in Never Have I Ever for kissing a dude.
I decide to take the 519 and I have ample time to get home. I walk to the train station and it's an outdoor one. I'm like 7 on drunk scale. This guy's smoking a cig and I think to myself that it's New Years, so why not!?
The train comes and I'm not super sober and looking around for cops like a fiend. Boom, two cops walk over and tell me to put it out. I do. I try my best to be nice. As much as I dislike police and try to protect my rights, always be really kind to them. They're human. Give them respect and they will do the same, otherwise, they will push the law on your ass and fuck you three ways to Sunday. The cop says that I'm lucky and I should catch the next subway and he let's me go. I thank him and wait. The train sits there with the doors closed and i just want to get home, damn. Suddenly, the doors open up as if the conductor wanted me to go on. I was the only person on the platform. I shrug and jump on. The train continues to idle there instead of immediately leaving. As if the subway Gods were out for me, the cops walk over, see me on the subway, and tell me to get off. Fuck my life. He tells me to sit down, tells me that I should've waited for the next train and that now he needs to write me a ticket. $50 down. The worst subway luck ever. It should've just left or closed it's doors when I got on. Instead it had to entice me to get on and screw me. Not bad though, this is still a cheap night compared to people that go to the city for an event. Hell, I didn't even have to pay for liquor other than a bottle of champagne I got for the host.
I barely make the 519 train, so that's good. The worst would be waiting for the next train along with the ticket.
On the walk back from the station, I go to the new bagel place on Northern. It's no 4am bagel, but fresh bagel and lox spread is good.
Thursday, 16 December 2010
Life: Part 2
December 13, 2010
Now that the LSAT is over, I want to be productive these days. I guess that comes with the work ethic that you get from constantly having the LSAT on your shoulders. Now that it's been lifted and the hardship of law school is somewhat on the horizon, I need something to fill my desire to be constantly doing something and also just live life while I still have it.
One thing I have to do is make sure that I get sleep. Instead of a 9-5, I try to go into the office a bit earlier, like 8:30. That means I have to get up way early and I'm not the type that can operate without sleep. If I sleep at 1:30 and get up at 8:00, I end up having to go home and waste a chunk of my afternoon napping for an hour or two.
When I get home, I should have a plan. No schmoozing around. I have my YouTube videos playing in the background when I work, I have no excuse to be dilly dallying on the Internet at home. My rule: Always be productive.
So today, I guess I'll check it off as an off day. I don't really get anything done. I get my workout in and I Ebay one thing for my Christmas shopping (still more to do on that).
December 14, 2010
I run some errands, I get home, have some Egg Beats, nap from 6-7:00. Then I go to Queens Center Mall. First, again I get ask if I'm an employee at PacSun. I also realize I need a good 3-4 hours at a mall. Then again, I checked 80% of the stores I wanted to anyway. Picky shopping. I get pair jeans at PacSun that actually fit (W29 L30). My old jeans are W30/31 and almost to point of awkwardly barely fitting even with a belt. I actually returned jeans I bought because they gave me a $25 off card. Return product to buy the same product back with discount, true shopping. $40 for 2 pair, dd.
I get a peacoat for $30 (70% off from $100) from Aeropostale. It ends up not really fitting when I get home, though I felt it didn't when I tried it on at the store. If it's not perfect, return it. So I need to go back to the mall tomorrow. Ugh.
December 15, 2010
For things on my list to get done:
I should catch up with Bowen before he goes to China for his school break and also ask him for tips about Paris.
More importantly, book my flight for Paris.
And about Paris, I need to step my game up. If I'm schmoozing on the computer, I need to be constantly playing Magic to get my chops up. Only hours and hours of practice get to good play.
Send out my Christmas cards. I was actually planning on making gingerbread biscotti and sending that too with my cards, but that seems like work.
Finish up my Christmas shopping and wrap that shit up.
Figure what schools I want to apply to, then actually apply.
On the back back burner is relearning Spanish, but that's also work.
I call the Hasbro travel agent and she says I can plan the flight by next week, so I'll do it that way.
I go to Roosevelt Field. H&M, which is sometimes my go to store, doesn't really have anything, despite their sales. They really do put up the shittiest, ugliest clothes on sale. Stuff that you ask, "Why would they even manufacture this?" and then you realize some chump bought this ruffley pirate shirt and is wearing that POS.
I check Gap's sale, but realize I'm kidding myself I think I could find fitting clothes there.
At Aeropostale, they're having a sick sick sale. Usually there stuff is "regular" in first place, $40-50 hoodie, $30 button up, $20 graphic tee, $40-50 jeans, etc. However, it's going wild clearance style where things are at least 50% off.
I spend a good hour or so there checking shit out. I find the pea coat ($30 from $100) that I want in XS, which is perfect. Every man needs one. It's not the best 100% wool pea coat, which is a real investment, but hey, screw the outdoors, I'm staying inside these next few months as much as possible.
I get a biege hoodie ($25), which isn't too logo-ey. By the way, their brand sucks for being so logo-ey. Nobody wants your stupid "Aero" or "Aeropostale" on their shirt. Just make a design and leave your brand off of it. It's on every collared shirt and graphic tee. There guys in their late 20s even joke that they would never wear that stuff, but it's fine for "the girls." I guess they're shopping for younger family or something.
I actually get a nice maroon t-shirt, though I realize it does have their brand on it, but the shirt is busy enough that it's not too noticeable ($9).
I also get some really warm "shoe slipper" things ($10). Hard wood floor, it's winter, a must have.
A gray wool cardigan ($15). Sort of like granny-style.
Shit's cheap, so I decide to break tradition and get my cousins a shirt and a scarf ($18), though I don't think I want to go down to Virginia for whatever family shindig. I'm a true family fella.
I almost buy a Northface looking fleece, but I realize, I'm too old for this shit. Despite being hella practical and warm for fall, you look like a dipshit kid with that on.
I go by the rule: "Would I wear this out?"
People have too many clothes that are casual or for home. The more clothes you have that you feel are an "upgrade" and make you dress "up," then it's just a positive overall for your general wardrobe. For example, why would you fuck fat chicks and occasionally fuck hot chicks? Makes no sense, just fuck the chicks. Period.
Once you get out of high school, and especially college, and into the real world, you need to start dressing like an adult. Granted, I'm not going to rock a button up and sweater everyday, but it's still a philosophy to mostly abide by.
I have yet to go to the mall and not get confused as someone who works there. This time, I get it like 3 times. Even once, I just give up explaining and help someone out who's reaching for a shirt on a high rack. And yes, the lady was quite short if I'm the one that's reaching for something "high." Laugh away.
It's past 9:00PM now and I need dinner so I scope the pretty empty food court. It's late and the mall is closing soon. For some reason, "Sanku" is way crowded with a line that wraps part of the food court, while everything else is barely busy. I go with the hype and order their $4.99 chicken terayaki. The food is so-so, but the appeal is that it's made to order right in front of you, stir fried on the grill. At least it makes sense that this place is so busy. "Made to order" anything is always better.
December 16, 2010
I guess my brother is in China by now because I left him a message a few days ago. My mom left me a number to call him with, so I'll do that.
By the way, this sobriety thing is going pretty well. I hadn't drank for a week or two before the LSAT. Even after it on that Saturday night, I chilled wiht CNF, Miah, and Kenny and didn't go too wild.
With this productivity ethic, drinking just doesn't fit into that equation too well. Hangovers are no longer a myth to me. Even a few drinks affect me the next day. I need to sleep in more, but most importantly, my entire body and mind is just sluggish. I'm fully content to just eat, drink water, and watch stuff on my computer all day. I never do anything productive nor can I even multitask well, like write for Yelp or my blog while watching something. With this frigid weather, I think it'll all work out well. I won't be going out freezing my ass off. I'll be getting to bed at a decent time. I'll be saving some money. And I'll be able to do stuff on my weekends instead of going out one night, recovering the next day, going out another night, recovering the next day.
Now that the LSAT is over, I want to be productive these days. I guess that comes with the work ethic that you get from constantly having the LSAT on your shoulders. Now that it's been lifted and the hardship of law school is somewhat on the horizon, I need something to fill my desire to be constantly doing something and also just live life while I still have it.
One thing I have to do is make sure that I get sleep. Instead of a 9-5, I try to go into the office a bit earlier, like 8:30. That means I have to get up way early and I'm not the type that can operate without sleep. If I sleep at 1:30 and get up at 8:00, I end up having to go home and waste a chunk of my afternoon napping for an hour or two.
When I get home, I should have a plan. No schmoozing around. I have my YouTube videos playing in the background when I work, I have no excuse to be dilly dallying on the Internet at home. My rule: Always be productive.
So today, I guess I'll check it off as an off day. I don't really get anything done. I get my workout in and I Ebay one thing for my Christmas shopping (still more to do on that).
December 14, 2010
I run some errands, I get home, have some Egg Beats, nap from 6-7:00. Then I go to Queens Center Mall. First, again I get ask if I'm an employee at PacSun. I also realize I need a good 3-4 hours at a mall. Then again, I checked 80% of the stores I wanted to anyway. Picky shopping. I get pair jeans at PacSun that actually fit (W29 L30). My old jeans are W30/31 and almost to point of awkwardly barely fitting even with a belt. I actually returned jeans I bought because they gave me a $25 off card. Return product to buy the same product back with discount, true shopping. $40 for 2 pair, dd.
I get a peacoat for $30 (70% off from $100) from Aeropostale. It ends up not really fitting when I get home, though I felt it didn't when I tried it on at the store. If it's not perfect, return it. So I need to go back to the mall tomorrow. Ugh.
December 15, 2010
For things on my list to get done:
I should catch up with Bowen before he goes to China for his school break and also ask him for tips about Paris.
More importantly, book my flight for Paris.
And about Paris, I need to step my game up. If I'm schmoozing on the computer, I need to be constantly playing Magic to get my chops up. Only hours and hours of practice get to good play.
Send out my Christmas cards. I was actually planning on making gingerbread biscotti and sending that too with my cards, but that seems like work.
Finish up my Christmas shopping and wrap that shit up.
Figure what schools I want to apply to, then actually apply.
On the back back burner is relearning Spanish, but that's also work.
I call the Hasbro travel agent and she says I can plan the flight by next week, so I'll do it that way.
I go to Roosevelt Field. H&M, which is sometimes my go to store, doesn't really have anything, despite their sales. They really do put up the shittiest, ugliest clothes on sale. Stuff that you ask, "Why would they even manufacture this?" and then you realize some chump bought this ruffley pirate shirt and is wearing that POS.
I check Gap's sale, but realize I'm kidding myself I think I could find fitting clothes there.
At Aeropostale, they're having a sick sick sale. Usually there stuff is "regular" in first place, $40-50 hoodie, $30 button up, $20 graphic tee, $40-50 jeans, etc. However, it's going wild clearance style where things are at least 50% off.
I spend a good hour or so there checking shit out. I find the pea coat ($30 from $100) that I want in XS, which is perfect. Every man needs one. It's not the best 100% wool pea coat, which is a real investment, but hey, screw the outdoors, I'm staying inside these next few months as much as possible.
I get a biege hoodie ($25), which isn't too logo-ey. By the way, their brand sucks for being so logo-ey. Nobody wants your stupid "Aero" or "Aeropostale" on their shirt. Just make a design and leave your brand off of it. It's on every collared shirt and graphic tee. There guys in their late 20s even joke that they would never wear that stuff, but it's fine for "the girls." I guess they're shopping for younger family or something.
I actually get a nice maroon t-shirt, though I realize it does have their brand on it, but the shirt is busy enough that it's not too noticeable ($9).
I also get some really warm "shoe slipper" things ($10). Hard wood floor, it's winter, a must have.
A gray wool cardigan ($15). Sort of like granny-style.
Shit's cheap, so I decide to break tradition and get my cousins a shirt and a scarf ($18), though I don't think I want to go down to Virginia for whatever family shindig. I'm a true family fella.
I almost buy a Northface looking fleece, but I realize, I'm too old for this shit. Despite being hella practical and warm for fall, you look like a dipshit kid with that on.
I go by the rule: "Would I wear this out?"
People have too many clothes that are casual or for home. The more clothes you have that you feel are an "upgrade" and make you dress "up," then it's just a positive overall for your general wardrobe. For example, why would you fuck fat chicks and occasionally fuck hot chicks? Makes no sense, just fuck the chicks. Period.
Once you get out of high school, and especially college, and into the real world, you need to start dressing like an adult. Granted, I'm not going to rock a button up and sweater everyday, but it's still a philosophy to mostly abide by.
I have yet to go to the mall and not get confused as someone who works there. This time, I get it like 3 times. Even once, I just give up explaining and help someone out who's reaching for a shirt on a high rack. And yes, the lady was quite short if I'm the one that's reaching for something "high." Laugh away.
It's past 9:00PM now and I need dinner so I scope the pretty empty food court. It's late and the mall is closing soon. For some reason, "Sanku" is way crowded with a line that wraps part of the food court, while everything else is barely busy. I go with the hype and order their $4.99 chicken terayaki. The food is so-so, but the appeal is that it's made to order right in front of you, stir fried on the grill. At least it makes sense that this place is so busy. "Made to order" anything is always better.
December 16, 2010
I guess my brother is in China by now because I left him a message a few days ago. My mom left me a number to call him with, so I'll do that.
By the way, this sobriety thing is going pretty well. I hadn't drank for a week or two before the LSAT. Even after it on that Saturday night, I chilled wiht CNF, Miah, and Kenny and didn't go too wild.
With this productivity ethic, drinking just doesn't fit into that equation too well. Hangovers are no longer a myth to me. Even a few drinks affect me the next day. I need to sleep in more, but most importantly, my entire body and mind is just sluggish. I'm fully content to just eat, drink water, and watch stuff on my computer all day. I never do anything productive nor can I even multitask well, like write for Yelp or my blog while watching something. With this frigid weather, I think it'll all work out well. I won't be going out freezing my ass off. I'll be getting to bed at a decent time. I'll be saving some money. And I'll be able to do stuff on my weekends instead of going out one night, recovering the next day, going out another night, recovering the next day.
Tuesday, 7 December 2010
The Three Lines
December 3, 2010
Miah, Spamps, and Bolanos are hanging at my place and we smoke up some weed. It’s been a while and it’s good times, but I just need to mention a few highlight lines:
1. “That’s not something you usually offer someone.” - Darwin
Bolanos and I were at the Comic Store and one of the little kids was eating a burger and wings from Hickory BBQ. That’s a serious meal. I’m very impressed by him. He’s probably 11 and eating a man’s man meal. He kindly offers a wing to me and insist that I have one. I retort, “That’s not something you usually offer someone.” Wings are just a horribly messy food. Bolanos mentions that not only did I refuse his kind gesture, but scorned him for his genourosity.
I tell the guys this story and I joke that it would be a really good reality TV segment to use this. Imagine an outdoor flea market and you have a booth where you offer free buffalo wings, super messy saucy ones. People eat them with their hands and then ask for napkins and you reply that you do not have any. No bathrooms nearby, they’re outdoors, they’re around a bunch of random booths that sell useless knick knacks, and they’re stranded with their faces and hands covered in sauce.
2. “Apparently they had no chance.” – Bolanos
I think we all know that Bolanos is a supporter of his people, the Jews and Israel or whatnot. He tells us of this story that forest fires are going on in Israel. I’m pretty sure he over emphasizes the importance of this story in the news and was blown away that I had not heard about it. Granted, I’m extremely ignorant of the news.
He starts off telling the story with already a pro-Israel slant. “Well first of all, Israel is a big desert, but they put trees there because they’re sophisticated like that, but that’s beside the point...” He goes on to say that a bus full of people were engulfed in flames and died.
While it is extremely unforunate, I just could not wrap my head around this. They were in a bus. And someone a fire killed them. It makes no sense to me. I can understand a fire killing someone trapped in a building, but a moving vehicle. Unless you purposely drive into a fire or the bus blows up for no reason, there is no reason why a bus and fire should ever result in any mishap. The only way I can envision it is a bus driving down a road and a huge fireball and shoots right at the bus and engulfs the entire thing into flames. Like a fireball rocket launcher. Or some horrific scene out of Dante’s Inferno, with Pierce Brosnan. I explain my confusion to Bolanos. He says that he had read the news story on this and replied, “Apparently they had no chance.”
The pro-Israeli-ness has even suggested that fireballs react differently and there was no way these people could’ve avoided the fire. There is just something about the emphasis on “No” in that sentence.
3. “You’re going to make me endure major suffering!?”
Miah, Spamps, and I had smoked and Bolanos wanted to get back home. He did not have his car over. Spamps and I are not in the state to drive, so we do not really have a solution for him. One of the possibly solutions is to have him walk home. He contests this option and complains to Spamps, “You’re going to make me endure major suffering!?”
Granted, it was a rough situation for him, but the three of us were just not in the mood for that Debbie Downer-ness, a fucking buzzkill. I bring up Oregon Trail or Trail of Tears. It’s clarified that Trail of Tears is the sad one where the Native Americans get shipped across America on basically a death march. The words “major suffering” were just a ridiculous hyperbole. I continue to joke that he would have to ford a river in order to get back and avoid cholera.
We eventually decide to get food at White Castle and drop of Bolanos. We walk over to Spamps’ to get his car. On the walk, it’s cold, but I just can’t stop continue laughing about “major suffering” and “Trail of Tears.”
Three lines that I will push to be used more.
Miah, Spamps, and Bolanos are hanging at my place and we smoke up some weed. It’s been a while and it’s good times, but I just need to mention a few highlight lines:
1. “That’s not something you usually offer someone.” - Darwin
Bolanos and I were at the Comic Store and one of the little kids was eating a burger and wings from Hickory BBQ. That’s a serious meal. I’m very impressed by him. He’s probably 11 and eating a man’s man meal. He kindly offers a wing to me and insist that I have one. I retort, “That’s not something you usually offer someone.” Wings are just a horribly messy food. Bolanos mentions that not only did I refuse his kind gesture, but scorned him for his genourosity.
I tell the guys this story and I joke that it would be a really good reality TV segment to use this. Imagine an outdoor flea market and you have a booth where you offer free buffalo wings, super messy saucy ones. People eat them with their hands and then ask for napkins and you reply that you do not have any. No bathrooms nearby, they’re outdoors, they’re around a bunch of random booths that sell useless knick knacks, and they’re stranded with their faces and hands covered in sauce.
2. “Apparently they had no chance.” – Bolanos
I think we all know that Bolanos is a supporter of his people, the Jews and Israel or whatnot. He tells us of this story that forest fires are going on in Israel. I’m pretty sure he over emphasizes the importance of this story in the news and was blown away that I had not heard about it. Granted, I’m extremely ignorant of the news.
He starts off telling the story with already a pro-Israel slant. “Well first of all, Israel is a big desert, but they put trees there because they’re sophisticated like that, but that’s beside the point...” He goes on to say that a bus full of people were engulfed in flames and died.
While it is extremely unforunate, I just could not wrap my head around this. They were in a bus. And someone a fire killed them. It makes no sense to me. I can understand a fire killing someone trapped in a building, but a moving vehicle. Unless you purposely drive into a fire or the bus blows up for no reason, there is no reason why a bus and fire should ever result in any mishap. The only way I can envision it is a bus driving down a road and a huge fireball and shoots right at the bus and engulfs the entire thing into flames. Like a fireball rocket launcher. Or some horrific scene out of Dante’s Inferno, with Pierce Brosnan. I explain my confusion to Bolanos. He says that he had read the news story on this and replied, “Apparently they had no chance.”
The pro-Israeli-ness has even suggested that fireballs react differently and there was no way these people could’ve avoided the fire. There is just something about the emphasis on “No” in that sentence.
3. “You’re going to make me endure major suffering!?”
Miah, Spamps, and I had smoked and Bolanos wanted to get back home. He did not have his car over. Spamps and I are not in the state to drive, so we do not really have a solution for him. One of the possibly solutions is to have him walk home. He contests this option and complains to Spamps, “You’re going to make me endure major suffering!?”
Granted, it was a rough situation for him, but the three of us were just not in the mood for that Debbie Downer-ness, a fucking buzzkill. I bring up Oregon Trail or Trail of Tears. It’s clarified that Trail of Tears is the sad one where the Native Americans get shipped across America on basically a death march. The words “major suffering” were just a ridiculous hyperbole. I continue to joke that he would have to ford a river in order to get back and avoid cholera.
We eventually decide to get food at White Castle and drop of Bolanos. We walk over to Spamps’ to get his car. On the walk, it’s cold, but I just can’t stop continue laughing about “major suffering” and “Trail of Tears.”
Three lines that I will push to be used more.
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