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>> Sunday, July 31, 2011
That will put some hair on your balls
That will put some hair on your balls
I'm sitting at the goddamn harry potter premier, the result of a lost bet weeks ago. There is a pint of rum in my back pocket. Godspeed
Next saturday, at la casa del schirling, we will be hosting a sweet ass rager, with an exclusive guest list. It will be fucking epic
I love the awesome arrogance of this sandwich....only some jackass American can come up with the double down....take THAT, high blood pressure
summer is here in full swing finally, and it makes me hate new england even more. Those who may know me may recall I was at one time a rather fair surfer.I miss the beach, I miss the ocean. But Adam, you might say, you live in the Ocean State!
What a bunch of bullshit that is....Ocean State my ass. The beaches are cold, rocky, full of guidos and red tide that leaves your skin itchy and a rancid, rotten smell in the air. And surfing?? fucking forget it. Douchebag bros pullin up to the 'breaks' in Escalades with a BIC or NSP board strapped to the roof with bungee cords, fin to the rear. Or some rich asshole poser rocking a fully restored showroom quality 50k woodie. And if you can stomach that shit and still try to paddle out, you will find yourself in a lineup FULL of motherfuckers and jackoffs with no knowledge or respect for any sort of surf etiqutte; 10 of them paddling for the same 2ft wave. Surfing used to be a cleansing and spiritual experience for me, where I sat out on the edge of the continent, completely alone and in touch with the ocean. There is no stoke to be found here, none. After all else that I have lost in my personal and professional life, to lose my one healthy outlet for reality is literally killing me.
FUCK YOU New England. You fucking suck, and you know it
WHERE I NEED TO BE:
things have grown weird. I look into the mirror lately, and I find myself having a difficult time recognizing the face that stares back at me. Jesus fuck, what happened. In just a few short years how did i transform into this disgusting apparition, this ridiculous parody of my former self.
A job, a major part of who I was, is ending, and it leaves me feeling mixed emotions. Sure in the 8 years of doing this, I have only truly enjoyed 2 of them, but the HOPE was always present, always lingering right past my fingers, of all glories and tribulations that I craved. Now they have been snatched away from me, stolen by a thief in the night. Who is to blame? Myself, most likely, for letting so many others have an influence over my actions. But I can never admit this. It is easier to turn my hatred and scorn on a cold universe populated with the pond scum that is fellow humans.
So, now what?? A dauting task lays ahead of me, that of becoming a normal person. And I don't put much hope in my victory. The thought of getting a job sickens me to my very core, makes me dizzy with hate and fear. the thought of staying in this disgusting hell of a state/region makes me boil with fury directed at a certain hipster cunt.
Almost everything I wanted in my life is either dead or dying, and that is a shit hand of cards, but there it is. Few things keep me sane, or at least stable enough not to drown myself in a shallow bathtub. My children. The love of a crazy woman. the sweet kiss of good scotch. but not hope, no hope has died a bloody and violent death, raped and bludgeoned by those I would have trusted the most. it's purely survial now, purely a desperate struggle to distract myself from the darkness closing in on all sides.
I wish I could meet the me from a few years ago. I would embrace him warmly as an old friend, and whisper warnings in his ear about what was to come. Maybe he would have the strength to do what I know needs to be done, because I do not.
i no longer feel like a man drowning, but a man who has already drowned. I drift along the ocean bottom, trying to avoid being eaten by the shark who is tracking me so coldly and calculating.
Snapped a pic of the Newport bridge while waiting for the fireworks at Battery Park....
The colors show my inner angst and makes a statement about the contrast between man-made and nature in scenery.Hahahaha, NOT. It's just a sweet pic
Let's all reflect our wonderful freedoms and citizenship in the greatest country in the world, while giving thanks to a bunch of rich white people in the 18th century who didn't want to pay their taxes anymore....
America: Fuck Yea
Miss betty paige
Fuck all you haters...I know what Ur thinking, why does this big tattooed drunk guy got a lil girl puppy. Cause I'm a sensitive motherfucker!! And I will stab you in the neck if you talk shit about my lil puppy!
Watch "John Pinette - I'm Starvin'!" on YouTube
Seeing john pinette tonight at the Newport Yacht Club.....should be great, I've been drinking scotch since noon...
Fuck I love whisky......nectar of the gods......wine is good, gin is good, but scotch.....holy fuck do I love thee...my veins course with the fire falsehoods, and it feels oh so good
This might be the greatest bottle of scotch under $100. No, fuck that, it is. I've never had a scotch with such smokey boutique, and such a sweet lingering aftertaste. I'm in love....
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