This right here is what I call straight stream of consciousness writing. I ain't worried about grammatical correctness or spelling. Fuck that shit. This is just me, typing shit as it comes.
The first thing I have to say is Quentin Tarentino is the best motherfucking screen writer the world has ever had the luxury to listen to. I love you Aaron Sorkin, but you can fuck off. QT can literally write circles around you.
Secondly, I'm drunk. Really drunk as a matter of fact. To be honest when people refer to nights when they drank way to much and woke up where they didn't fall asleep, I'm well on my way to that that journey. As a matter of fact where the fuck did my bed go, this couch is a mother fucker.
Thirdly, and lastly hopefully, assuming that a fourth unnecessary point doesn't find its way into my too small for my own good brain. Mistakes. Let's all sit down around the camp fire and listen to me tell you; don't do what I did. We all make mistakes, its part of the issue with being a member of humanity. Real unfortunate luck if you want my opinion, but the mistakes just keep coming as fast as I can move my hand south to north up my cock.
Learn from my mistakes readers, learn real well. Listen closely when I tell you that when you have something. When you have something grasped by the balls and ready to dance to your singing, you fucking hold that whatever the fuck it is real close. It can be a person, an animal, or a fucking idea. Whatever it is, and whenever you get it, hold on. Hold on tight. Cause when that thing, person, object or whatever runs free after you let it, it ain't coming back.
My dad told me one time that there is plenty of fish in the sea. He is right, there is millions of little water breathing fagget little fish swimming all around the glorious oceans of this world. As a damn fine fisherman, I'm here to tell you...when you catch that one big glorious, shiny, triumphant mother fucker; you unhook that bitch and hang it on your favorite wall. Cause no matter how many fish in the sea there is, there is only one that will adorn the walls of your domicile better then the rest.
I lost my fish, i lost it to the fucking mistakes that a douchebag, foul mouthed, asshole from Boston looses fish to. Myself. When I'm sitting in front of something waiting for me to facilitate my goods, and i can't find my goods, I knew I had to stop; hold on; this is blog worthy. These readers need a chance to quit the fucking around, and just start doing. So do, do everything and anything that you feel like doing.
Let me make your mistakes, so I have to ability to tell you not to make them again.
Take that shot of fucking vodka, and think for once about what you want. Because it can run away.
This is Boston Jon, I'm going to black out after this drink.
They say if you love something let it go. I want to know if the douchebag who said that died happy. I'm guessing no. If you love something you smother that thing with everything you got and keep it close.
