Friday, August 14, 2015
Sunday, December 23, 2012
blah blah blah
Sometimes I forget that "doctor" is a full word and not just "Dr."
Sometimes I run into my old therapist at Starbucks and she either a) acts like she doesn't know me or b) doesn't remember my awkward stories. Sometimes it offends me.
Sometimes I will have the tv on while I listen to music. It's like having company.
Sometimes I realize I don't give a shit about music
most of the time I type in blah blah blah into these boxes
who the fuck cares.
I'm going to go eat a sausage patty with an over easy egg.
Sometimes I run into my old therapist at Starbucks and she either a) acts like she doesn't know me or b) doesn't remember my awkward stories. Sometimes it offends me.
Sometimes I will have the tv on while I listen to music. It's like having company.
Sometimes I realize I don't give a shit about music
most of the time I type in blah blah blah into these boxes
who the fuck cares.
I'm going to go eat a sausage patty with an over easy egg.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
why?
This word has plagued my mined for so many years. Why does this work the way it works? Why do I act the way I act? Why do I love the people I love? This one word carries so much power that I haven't wrapped my mind around why I exists. What is our purpose? What does humanity mean? Were we created out of chance? I believe so. Just recently Jupiter the Earth and the Sun was aligned. What does that mean?
To me this means an insignificance in the human race as a whole. Who or what is to say how we live our lives. I will admit that I'm not educated and I have no real grasp on reality. I feel that reality is a placebo. We believe in simple ideologies that make us keep living. I have asked this question for many years; why don't I have control over my life. I feel that the person I am is not represented by the life I live. To be honest I can equate death with life. To be living is to be dead. Being dead means darkness. Being alive means darkness. This reasoning can be attributed to the universal truth that we will be left in a darkness that is infinite.
The question why has plagued my minded for many years... My religious beliefs has made me to believe that I'm here to procreate. This has been ingrained into my head since childhood. I've completed this task to an extent, but has been stalled by the opposite party. There are to many uncertainties in life to plan for.
I really do not know what the purpose of this post is... I'm a drunk who struggles day to day. I'm a person who makes mistakes, but has the best intentions. I love my family and friends. I've acted selfishly most of my life, and I can't change the past, but I can shape my future.
-NastyNate
To me this means an insignificance in the human race as a whole. Who or what is to say how we live our lives. I will admit that I'm not educated and I have no real grasp on reality. I feel that reality is a placebo. We believe in simple ideologies that make us keep living. I have asked this question for many years; why don't I have control over my life. I feel that the person I am is not represented by the life I live. To be honest I can equate death with life. To be living is to be dead. Being dead means darkness. Being alive means darkness. This reasoning can be attributed to the universal truth that we will be left in a darkness that is infinite.
The question why has plagued my minded for many years... My religious beliefs has made me to believe that I'm here to procreate. This has been ingrained into my head since childhood. I've completed this task to an extent, but has been stalled by the opposite party. There are to many uncertainties in life to plan for.
I really do not know what the purpose of this post is... I'm a drunk who struggles day to day. I'm a person who makes mistakes, but has the best intentions. I love my family and friends. I've acted selfishly most of my life, and I can't change the past, but I can shape my future.
-NastyNate
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
Saturday, June 25, 2011
White People Problems
Complaining about getting your order wrong at a restaurant and not politely telling the waiter about it. So you wait, pissed, chatting with your group/your shitty/ girlfriend/wife about how crappy the service is here. As time passes, you grow increasingly frustrated and you're intermittently taking it out on the waiter, who had nothing to do with the construct of your over-priced and shitty food. Every time he comes by, you say nothing about what you've ordered but you shoot quips at him about how hes not doing his job "up to par" (white people love using golf lingo in everyday situations). As you finish, you're pissed---your night is ruined. You go to pay and you finally say, "you got my order wrong blah blah blah....i want a discount or a refund". They give it to you, your meal fully comped and you leave, without giving the waiter a tip.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Piss.
It really baffles me how a man that has been pissing with over fifty years of experience can miss the toilet.
This was the deciding factor of my death.
You may ask yourself "How is this possible, Mr. Narrator?"
Simple! I say! Simple as putting your keys into the ignition of the car you once drove. Simple as having that one extra beer you used to enjoy. Simple as fucking breathing in fact. I'm pretty sure my instance of death is very much like most falls that happen in the bathroom and some are even fortunate enough to survive.
It has happened to you, probably most frequently in the shower. You let one foot up and whoops! You almost fall but you catch yourself and say something about how close that was.
I didn't have that opportunity. Let me paint the picture.
I had just got home from work at about 230 am and was doing nighttime routine so I don't break out or wake up with sore teeth. My knee had been killing me from running around an office building for 9ish hours earlier and i decide to stretch it out. I pull left leg up and do the balance hop and what do you know? I slip on the wet floor and get severe blunt force trauma on the way down. You know that little nubby spot on the back of your skull that feels super sensitive and sometimes imagine horrible, penetrate-y things destroying this guy? My skull got shattered there, sending bits of fragmented skull into my occipital lobe. With Mr. O.L. being destroyed, I instantly go blind and I can feel the blood pooling around me and there isn't a fucking thing I could do. I couldn't move. My thoughts? My girlfriend, my mom, my friends, my little brother who will find me in the morning and my dad's piss that left me in this situation. The coroner will determine it as blunt force trauma that did me in and won't find the piss that had dried. They will rule it as an accident as they do all of these bathroom mishaps and I will be added to the household injuries----->bathroom accident statistic and the best part is that no one will know what happened. But let me tell you something, there is one other person who knows what happened; I told him to aim a little bit fucking better next time he took a piss in the hall bathroom.
This was the deciding factor of my death.
You may ask yourself "How is this possible, Mr. Narrator?"
Simple! I say! Simple as putting your keys into the ignition of the car you once drove. Simple as having that one extra beer you used to enjoy. Simple as fucking breathing in fact. I'm pretty sure my instance of death is very much like most falls that happen in the bathroom and some are even fortunate enough to survive.
It has happened to you, probably most frequently in the shower. You let one foot up and whoops! You almost fall but you catch yourself and say something about how close that was.
I didn't have that opportunity. Let me paint the picture.
I had just got home from work at about 230 am and was doing nighttime routine so I don't break out or wake up with sore teeth. My knee had been killing me from running around an office building for 9ish hours earlier and i decide to stretch it out. I pull left leg up and do the balance hop and what do you know? I slip on the wet floor and get severe blunt force trauma on the way down. You know that little nubby spot on the back of your skull that feels super sensitive and sometimes imagine horrible, penetrate-y things destroying this guy? My skull got shattered there, sending bits of fragmented skull into my occipital lobe. With Mr. O.L. being destroyed, I instantly go blind and I can feel the blood pooling around me and there isn't a fucking thing I could do. I couldn't move. My thoughts? My girlfriend, my mom, my friends, my little brother who will find me in the morning and my dad's piss that left me in this situation. The coroner will determine it as blunt force trauma that did me in and won't find the piss that had dried. They will rule it as an accident as they do all of these bathroom mishaps and I will be added to the household injuries----->bathroom accident statistic and the best part is that no one will know what happened. But let me tell you something, there is one other person who knows what happened; I told him to aim a little bit fucking better next time he took a piss in the hall bathroom.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Mad Scientist Part 1!!
He stood in his lab, lighting each smoke with the one before. Observing his work, he was filled with something close to pride. The bomb was small enough to fit in a briefcase and could kill millions if placed in the right spot. Say, a metropolitan city would do just fine. But the bomb was intended for just one, and if it killed more in the process the news would say terrorism, collateral damage, tragedy. These words meant little to the man, the one in the lab who chain smokes without discretion. He was unconcerned with worldly matters, taxes and television and parties, that was all Earthly bullshit. This was war, and there wasn't time for such things that did nothing. He lived for something bigger than himself, unknown to his fellow citizens who would die for the love of a single person, which is really dying for the self. They knew nothing and He knew nothing, only that he loved his laboratory. The instruments clicking and humming, all this work only to destroy. He was having doubts, but nothing substantial enough to change his mind. He wore glasses and hated contacts. He suffered from cluster headaches and took Tylenol 3 for them, a bit of Codeine to smooth out the edges. His veins were dark and scarred from needles and one ear was missing a piece, from a knife fight he could no longer recollect.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
CALISKATZ Day @ Ceres Skatepark
Not right that the shop closed down. Remember to ONLY support your local skater-owned and operated shops.
Evan Bland Edit
Evan is one of my good friends and kills it on the plank. He's a hilarious dude with a really smooth, effortless style and it's hard not to have a good time when you're with him. So here's a wicked sweet part of Evan killing it at the Vacaville Park and a few other local spots. The Back tail bigspin in the Costco line is proper.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
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