There is hope

So I did look at the stats and so what, I mean really who cares it’s really my own personal blog. Basically a digital journal. So today I had a wicked good complement from my co workers. no one could believe I was the age I was they all guessed like 10 to 15 years younger, there is hope there. Next week I will start second shift which will be so better. I’ve been a zombie for over a month now, I’m not myself at all! However I have been able to interact with people again and day by day I feel more inspired. My coworker today was asking me like a million questions about my life and that made me feel really great. Basically to sum it up I barely scratched the surface and the cat was impressed of all the stuff I’d done. I got alot of stories. It was like details of the war, explosives, chicks, marriage, kids, depression, good choices and bad. That’s sorta why I think I’m still here, and for some strange reason I talk like a melinium (i have no fucking idea how to spell that btw) but I’m early gen X. That was a great one but to here it from them we are a bore. WTF It don’t matter. I had the canoe trip back when the new ones of those people started doing stuff. ******sorta awesome story coming up (which is sorta the point of this blog) it’s quite good if I can give it any props****** So my buddy (this cat is a social butter fly, everyone knows him and loves him) sets up this canoe trip …..shit preface; I knew him from work, I was sorta the tip of the sword there as I am most places I work, not like a know it all, more like “that fucker will figure it out sorta dude” ….I’ve applied myself people sorry. you have no idea how many people that have told me if shit goes down I’m gonna find you, I’m just that guy….sorry. Well Aaron has the people skills that made me look like I was just fucking around, he was just cool. He didn’t even try. Like if it was a horror movie he would be the cool guy that lives in the end and you change the channel to McGivre show from the 80’s and see me. we we not even playing in the same field. It was a good friendship. Well we had 20 some people going on this canoe trip in south Missouri so I figured it was gonna be a sausage fest, oh fuck no! Aaron had 12 chicks going and 8 guys, the guy had game. (Oh I did fail to set up the seen here, I was mid thirties and everyone else was like 25 at best. pretty sure I was 37) Anyhow we all gathered up at some chicks house to split up the cars of who was gonna ride with who. The lead got us lost and we all had to stop at an unplanned place. It was a state park with just tent camping. All the guys tired themselves out putting up the tents due to the fact it was a horrible drive, we were lost, back tracking and they were all getting pissed. Shit that sorta stuff doesn’t even effect me, stuff is gonna get fucked up ya gotta pretty much pl.an on it……well younger people. So dudes are all fired up putting up camp, well I had a simple tent with three carbon rod poles so I was done in like 3 minutes. They had poles and stacks and complex shit, I had what would be a Marines dream tent in combat, pop and go. This worked to my advantage very well, the girls seen how calm I was the whole time while everybody else was losing their shit, what gal doesn’t like a guy that has his shit together…..Combat helped I guess? The guys were all wore out due to the fact they were all trying to out cave man each other while I was having vodka drinks with the ladies. They all go to sleep and I got 8 women left that wanna drink and hang out by the fire and I was the last man standing. Fuck yeah!!!! The other 4 had boyfriends they were there with BTW, so that’s totally no touch territory. I heard stuff I’ll never forget that night I was with all the pretty awesome chicks just saying anything that came into their heads, they acted like I wasn’t even there the way the talked, it was awesome. After time one of the single ones got really close with me and well my tent wasn’t too alone that night. The following day was like a dream when we finally got to the camp sight. We all played frisby in the river, people were walking all over the place, there was drama with the couples, dude got dumped by his woman in Iceland, there was an asian couple with us and they got all weird. His girl went in the woods with some dude from our group. I had camp shower sex, it was a good day. That night a band played there and the girl I was sorta fooling around with just decided to go topless, some dude just grab her and started sucking her nipple. I hit the guy in the face and asian dude jumped on him along with some more of our friends (she wasn’t the girl from the tent either) We all got out of there thinking our camp was gonna get attacked later. I did ask her what the hell were you thinking? She said well I thought it was you until I looked down and it was some strange guy I’d never seen. Awesome she was topless for me. See I need to remember this shit when I’m feeling low. The next day the canoeing started bright and early and mother fucker it took 4 beers and a shot to get going after that night. Topless girl wanted to ride in my boat, I was at the rear and some dude I didn’t know was in the front. He was part of our group but I got bitchy guy. I’d say about a half mile into our tip topless girl turns into naked girl, yup totally naked and she looked freaking good and she was putting on quit a show while we paddled down the river. I can still see it to this day. See I had dated a stripper and holy hell she looked like her but better and was acting about the same. The stripper story will come some other day. The front dude wasn’t happy a freaking all, for one he couldn’t see anything going on while this girl is three fingers deep facing me having orgasmus…..it was a fucking ride alright I still get chills.

I’ll edit tomorrow cause it really really freaking needs it. It was in my head and I sorta forgot about it, it’s my blog, well more like notes I’ll try to get into a book but if i don’t get to it folks will know I lived and I lived hard and I lived good….as good as I knew. I only got a few more years till I’m creepy, back then I was having fun, and fun it was. Ummmm they started it!

Published by drewstram

This is my first time writing a blog, really the first time writing anything public (sure it shows...don't be so judgeie, jezz). I'm 43 and should be divorced in about a month, haven't heard nor seen her in well over a year so I sorta forget I'm still married. I'm basically at a crossroads in my life. Not like Ralph Machio in the movie 'Crossroads", think a lot less deals with the devil, guitars, and gravel roads, actually nothing like that. This is gonna be either a epic story of a come back or one great big train wreck. Lots of stories to tell and I hope some are entertaining. Maybe it will be an example of what not to do with your spare time. Thanks for stopping by.

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