Gay title right? Well it's a new Green Day song, and it felt inspirational at the moment, so.....don't worry, the actual body of the post is even worse, but I recently did some soul searching and am attempting to come up with some finite conclusions.
I'm trying to figure out a few things about relationships, compatibility, friendship, and all of those age old meanings for the way people interact with each other, particularly those of the opposite sex....(or I suppose the same sex, if that's your thing.) There are people on this world capable of absolutely being in love with someone else, and receiving that same love in return. The "ideal" group. Good for them. They seem to be few and far between, but if you have that, hang on to it. Don't fuck it up, no matter what you do, because you'll regret it.
There are hopeless fools who wander the Earth looking for the perfect person, only to settle and become too stubborn as time goes by to make a change. There are people who have been in love, and somehow blew it, and are now stuck in limbo, maybe never to return to what they had before. What's that saying? "It's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all..." I'm not sure I believe that. It's kind of like a tease from which you generally have nobody to blame but yourself. There are people on the other end of the spectrum, who feel they have the perfect life, the perfect mate, and they get cheated on or they wind up not loving them as much as was thought.
Out of the above, aside from the couple madly in love who wind up together for 70 years, it's about how brave one is about their situation. They can settle, be satisfied with their life, and just go on, being halfway miserable for the rest of their life. It's the easy play, ya know? It's the safe way out. I'm starting to think that may be the chicken-shit way to do things. The life that these people have, though it may not be complete happiness, it's at least a routine. It's comfort. For some people that's ok. Some people get so hurt that they give up. Maybe they wait for something to happen, and it never does, and they never have the life they want to have.
I think it's a brave thing to be one of the people in the above paragraph and do something about it. Now. Make a change. Do what you have to do to be happy. If it's not with the person you're currently with, fucking change it man....make the bold move. Do what you need to do to find complete happiness. Peace. You only have one life. Think about that for a minute....REALLY think about that....how many years do you want to be miserable when happiness is out there for you somewhere. Just have the balls to go get it. I know it's easier said than done, but like I said, you have one lifetime, don't waste years of it being unhappy.
Same thing with your job, or your friends, or your lifestyle in general. Have the intestinal fortitude to change the things you don't like in your life. There are better things out there for you. Better people. Just remember your family. They're the constant. Be good to your family. If you have a bad family situation, that's different...and I'm not talking about you and your brother had a scuffle on Thanksgiving 4 years ago, I mean things like abuse, etc. Clearly a different situation. For those lucky enough to be loved by your family, don't let that go for anything. If you have kids...be good to them. Even if you don't have the nuts to make changes to relationships or careers or friends, your kids will always be there for you if you show them the love that a parent should.
So what are you waiting for?
"Oh Love, Oh love
Won't you rain on me tonight
Oh life, Oh life
Please don't pass me by
Don't stop, Don't stop
Don't stop when the red lights flash
Oh ride
Free ride
Won't you take me close to you
Far away, far away
waste away tonight
I'm wearing my heart on a noose."
-Billy Jo Armstrong
Monday, September 17, 2012
Butternuts the Police Horse
Pepper spray tastes like shit....believe me. It hurts your eyes, nose, and throat too. If you really want to find this out for yourself, go up to a policeman who is either riding a bike or a horse and try to get anywhere near his modified crotch rocket. Me and B-Ride found this out the hard way many years ago. You're damn right I'm gonna tell you about it, relax, I know you're very excited....
You all remember the Complex in Providence, right? No?!?! Some of you are under 30? Oh, ok, well the Complex was the shit back in the late 90's and early 00's. I had my first legal drink at this particular facility. I got in fights, made out with chicks, pissed on bathroom walls, did drugs, sold drugs, and on one clear, cold night, got a pepper spray bomb right in my face. This was not my crew's first encounter with Providence's finest, but it was my first personal experience with their careless use of excessive force.
One time B-Ride got pummeled by about 5 bouncers in the Complex....and they're lucky there was 5 of them, cause B-Ride had about 4 of them smashed to pieces before he was finally overwhelmed. Merph and me were there and saw the whole thing, but we couldn't do shit, because I had a bottle of drugs in my pocket, and Merph was on probation for smashing a beer bottle over some dude's head a few months back.
Another time a buddy of mine had the audacity to walk out the door with a beer. This dude is intimidating in his shear size, and I don't even think the bouncers wanted to fuck with him. So there he was, in the middle of the sidewalk, bud light bottle in hand, while the Complex emptied into the street. A police officer asked my buddy to drop the drink, to which he completely ignored. The second time he asked, my friend tipped the bottle up, finished off the beer, and smashed it on the ground. He then did his best Rodney King impression and just got fucking PUMMELLED by at least 3 cops. I'm talking knees to the back of the head after they smashed his face in the pavement, kicks to the ribs. It was legit police brutality. C'mon guys....really? For breaking a glass bottle? Anyways, the cops took him, and the rest of my friends left him in Providence. What else could we have done? We finally got a call to go pick him up. The cops didn't bring him to the clink...they dropped him off in some shitty alley and told him "Good luck Fucko!" Less paperwork, I guess.
On to my personal experience. If you've never been outside of the Complex at closing time, than you probably can't picture it...but it's pretty shady. Everyone is drunk or fucked up. Most guys want to fight. Hell, most of the girls want to fight each other by this point. Me and B-Ride were in no such mood on this night. We WERE, however, in the mood to get friendly with a horse who carried one of the crowd-control sumbitches police officers. B-Ride and I started petting him and calling him Butternuts and Buttercup and all kinds of stupid shit that you probably shouldn't call a police horse, WHILE a human police officer is riding on said horse. The cop then actually threatened us and told us that we were "assaulting an officer." In our drunken state, nothing could have been funnier, so we laughed as hard as we could....until of course we couldn't breathe. The last thing I heard was B-Ride yell out, "What the FUCK!!" My eyes felt like they were bleeding, I couldn't breathe or talk. Snot ran out of my nose like a sieve. It only then dawned on me that the asshole pig threw a pepper bomb, MADE FOR DISPERSING CROWDS directly at our feet. We were virtually incapacitated...but we stayed out of the clink! Winning!
I had my fair share of good times and great memories with many friends at the now-defunct Complex, but clearly, there was a good share of disasters as well....the above is just one example of such. I'm kinda sad that I can't go back today for old time's sake...
You all remember the Complex in Providence, right? No?!?! Some of you are under 30? Oh, ok, well the Complex was the shit back in the late 90's and early 00's. I had my first legal drink at this particular facility. I got in fights, made out with chicks, pissed on bathroom walls, did drugs, sold drugs, and on one clear, cold night, got a pepper spray bomb right in my face. This was not my crew's first encounter with Providence's finest, but it was my first personal experience with their careless use of excessive force.
One time B-Ride got pummeled by about 5 bouncers in the Complex....and they're lucky there was 5 of them, cause B-Ride had about 4 of them smashed to pieces before he was finally overwhelmed. Merph and me were there and saw the whole thing, but we couldn't do shit, because I had a bottle of drugs in my pocket, and Merph was on probation for smashing a beer bottle over some dude's head a few months back.
Another time a buddy of mine had the audacity to walk out the door with a beer. This dude is intimidating in his shear size, and I don't even think the bouncers wanted to fuck with him. So there he was, in the middle of the sidewalk, bud light bottle in hand, while the Complex emptied into the street. A police officer asked my buddy to drop the drink, to which he completely ignored. The second time he asked, my friend tipped the bottle up, finished off the beer, and smashed it on the ground. He then did his best Rodney King impression and just got fucking PUMMELLED by at least 3 cops. I'm talking knees to the back of the head after they smashed his face in the pavement, kicks to the ribs. It was legit police brutality. C'mon guys....really? For breaking a glass bottle? Anyways, the cops took him, and the rest of my friends left him in Providence. What else could we have done? We finally got a call to go pick him up. The cops didn't bring him to the clink...they dropped him off in some shitty alley and told him "Good luck Fucko!" Less paperwork, I guess.
On to my personal experience. If you've never been outside of the Complex at closing time, than you probably can't picture it...but it's pretty shady. Everyone is drunk or fucked up. Most guys want to fight. Hell, most of the girls want to fight each other by this point. Me and B-Ride were in no such mood on this night. We WERE, however, in the mood to get friendly with a horse who carried one of the crowd-control sumbitches police officers. B-Ride and I started petting him and calling him Butternuts and Buttercup and all kinds of stupid shit that you probably shouldn't call a police horse, WHILE a human police officer is riding on said horse. The cop then actually threatened us and told us that we were "assaulting an officer." In our drunken state, nothing could have been funnier, so we laughed as hard as we could....until of course we couldn't breathe. The last thing I heard was B-Ride yell out, "What the FUCK!!" My eyes felt like they were bleeding, I couldn't breathe or talk. Snot ran out of my nose like a sieve. It only then dawned on me that the asshole pig threw a pepper bomb, MADE FOR DISPERSING CROWDS directly at our feet. We were virtually incapacitated...but we stayed out of the clink! Winning!
I had my fair share of good times and great memories with many friends at the now-defunct Complex, but clearly, there was a good share of disasters as well....the above is just one example of such. I'm kinda sad that I can't go back today for old time's sake...
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