I can’t believe how much has happened in my life. I constantly feel like an old man when I sit down and contemplate and reflect the life I have lived. Today I found some old pictures from a party that I had attended. I sure wasn’t afraid to party. What happened to that person? Why did I have to grow up and get all responsible and shit?
It is a strange feeling to look up an isolated incident in my life and see that it has become a topic of discussion or an inside joke years later. I have been trying to figure out whether or not I should be proud or ashamed. I think I will choose pride. Pride is the only way to go in these situations and I have no regrets. I love my life.
It really is awesome when you meet somebody new and they are provided funny anecdotes about your life from people you don’t even know. Then you get to relive those moments all over again. Example: I meet new friend, friend’s friend happens to know something about me and forwards information, new friend shares old information and it is all a new fresh experience again. Revitalize the past yo ;) I wished that the pool2boy website were still up. Apparently even in ’08 the meme remains and the word pool2boy is an inside joke to be shared with others as a symbol of “I was there”. I’ll have to ask optikal which talk it was that he heard the mention at.
Speaking of Defcon, did I ever mention that Wynn’s daughter is a fucking hottie? That is all I will say about that.
Browsing through the old pictures, I relived my experience drinking habanero rum. Best home made brew, ever. I think it was about 200 proof and it was made with about two pounds of habaneros. I had to chew it to swallow it. My host had great timing and managed to snap pictures at critical moments. I remember dripping sweat mucus and saliva out of every pore in my body. It was amazing. I highly recommend it. Look for Flea at defcon and ask him to make you some. Give him lots of money. It is worth it.
What else has been going on? WaMu has not delivered my rent check, taken 300 dollars in the last week, and I have an eviction notice. These are exciting times we live in. Maybe I need to meet myself again and get in touch with that dude who knew how to party. I miss him. My friends miss him. Strangers miss him. What was I thinking when I decided I wanted to grow up? Growing up is for assholes and bitches.