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His Dad...
but technically his Dad was my buddy first.
He was the one that forced that week of borrowing the Audi on me to begin with...
Friendship with the son followed as he's a car guy and cool as fuck. The first night
the divorce hit me I was out to dinner with him and his Dad. They did a weekly beer
and vodka night at this local bar...hot waitress...super hot waitress, actually.
When I met J it turns out the son was close friends with her ex husband since
high school...car guy too.
Small world.
Thanks for the condolences, boys...I know it's redundant but it does put a lot of things
we put focus on into perspective...arguments...ego...all of it. At the end of the day, we're
all just here to spread love and hope every breath isn't the last.
On another hand...this guy blew most of his fingers off in a Utility accident in a handhole flash
in the 80's..did body building...was a fat people judgy older italian guy that self loathed but loved
everyone else...rode bikes but hated harley leather weekend warrior types...he's tell me how he
blew off his fingers on his hand (had pinky and thumb left) so he could hang his tiny dick over what's
left so it would look bigger. He'd be like oh wow, she has pretty skin. If my dick still worked it would have moved.
He was STILL drag racing top fuel bikes...until his accident last year when he said he kinda misjudged a turn on his
Goldwing...he would tell me about how he'd wake up in the middle of the night thinking about some valve retainer
or spring or sprocket he needed to retorque...he put together this 80's kawasaki but had the know how to make it
modern but look vintage.
I remember that night at the bar he calls the waitress over that I always went googly eyed over and was like, "hey...Jeremy
is getting divorced...you remember him, right? This is the guy that's always jerking off to you." I went fuckin red but I
also didn't deny it.
Anyway...he lived...like really lived...used up all 8 of his lives...loved to ride and drink and spend time with his kids whom
both have done well for themselves...then he got to go to sleep and not wake up. I will always put respek on his name.
Well, it was his son's car...his son was a car salesman and eventually sales manager at a few dealerships..
Spoiler
He said, my son is leaving town for a week, he's going to bring the Audi here so you can drive it. I was like, no thank you...I don't want the responsibility and I don't want to think my TL sucks after. He was like, well, he's bringing it anyway. Enjoy it. A few years later after I had forged the friendship with the son...we were all out having dinner at that bar...he gave me a ride home since they had picked me up...when he dropped me off in his 120K 911 he was like, why don't you take this for the long weekend...drop me off at home, I'll use my Cherokee lease (that he only leased to keep the miles off the Porsche).
Shit
I thought you put a spoiler thing on that story because you were going to say..
.. after he threw you the keys, you threw him some ass
.. and when you tossed back the keys at the end of the week, you tossed his salad til his knees were weak
My vato's pop died in his sleep
He was a little sick earlier in the week
Had a nice dinner with his family, enjoyed an ice cream
Went to bed and that was it
Survived two deployments as army intelligence officer in Vietnam.. he had bodies
Was a top cop and made office in charge of many districts including Singapore
My vato's sister was actually a classmate to that shithead who got caned
(was in the global news for being a fuckstick )
That's how I met my vato, his pops was my pop's boss
His dad got me into diving..
He's like.. my butthole son is being lazy, you want to go diving (6AM dive)
I hadn't taken a dive class, he was just like, put this shit on, don't die
He knew I fucked so was like fuck yeah
It became a tradition every other weekend
We'd also go fishing.. caught 300 lb marlin with him and son
I landed a nearly 100 lb yellowfin tuna.. shit was wild
Tons of mahi mahi, wahoo, etc
Anyways.. lived a fucking righteous ass life
Oh yeah, motherfucker would take us on these grueling hikes
Like death marches.. we'd get to some summit.. and what do you know..
We cut through jungle only to find out there's a beaten path on the other side
We'd be like.. Yo!! why didn't we take the trail.
He'd be like.. You never go in the same way you go out, that's how Charlie gets you!
He'd always act fucking crazy, but inside he had this sick sense of humor.. the best
We'd go eat at a food court
When he was done, he'd say no.. put your tray down you asshole
(You're supposed to bus your own shit, you know the deal)
He's like.. we need to encourage the economy and create new jobs
Yoooo!!! wtf?!?! Did I say teh fucking best
Best part, he was 7th grade dropout
But he was legit a genius (member of Mensa when that was big deal)..
He was diving back when it wasn't a recreational thing.. just a tank strapped to his back
Ended up doing some work for UCSD, enjoyed that
Got his GED, then two masters degrees in marine bio and some other shit
I legit got game from him
His arm chair had this pineapple grenade we found on one of our stomps
It was a WWII relic, rusty, just sitting on his side table, pin still in
This is how I esteem to live.. and go out.
Either in my sleep.. or being blown up by a rusty war relic
He even taught me to captain a boat
He had a USCG license for charters and maybe even multi ton boats
We once took out a 40 ft boat, I booped it into the pier
I also fucked up the screw going over a floating log or some other shit
He's like.. yeah.. don't worry about it (it was a rental)
speaking of righteous lives, you think losiglow is still spying on his wife/ex-wife or are they just Eiffel Towering with the child molester now? Just embracing it all You know what they say, if you can't beat them, you're not trying hard enough.
Yo, that guy is getting cucked by the pedo. You know they're "odd-family'ing" it right now. Everyone together in the same house. He has to sleep on the couch a dog pillow in the living room.
I have 2 second cousins that served in Vietnam...
affected them differently...one is an army nurse, one of the first lesbian couples to have their marriage approved in Cali. They since moved to Oregon. She's amazing.
The other had serious social anxiety due to it...quiet type...good heart, won't talk about anything about Vietnam...likes woodworking and lives a clean simple life. Orale.
That's Mom's side of the family
It's funny how much influence these good people have on us...showing us the way when we don't even realize how much game they sprinklin and more importantly how
much we're soaking. Everyone they touched is better because of it...except maybe a handful of Viet Kong.
and I must be getting old but I remember that dumbass spray painting cars' case like it was yesterday.
Brah..
He would crack on my vato (his son)
Be like.. when Dave up in this bitch all the ants run away (his room was a mess)
They're scared he might get lonely and fuck them with his mosquito dick
Shit..
One time we got in his pimp ride
We piled in and another vato of ours was like.. sir, did you leave some rotting meat in here? (super serious)
... and he's like yeah (straight poker face).. it was in my ass (crop dusted the car before we got in)
speaking of righteous lives, you think losiglow is still spying on his wife/ex-wife or are they just Eiffel Towering with the child molester now? Just embracing it all You know what they say, if you can't beat them, you're not trying hard enough.
Fucking Kurt out in left field
Calm down
Shit
Originally Posted by cu2wagon
Yo, that guy is getting cucked by the pedo. You know they're "odd-family'ing" it right now. Everyone together in the same house. He has to sleep on the couch a dog pillow in the living room.
I have 2 second cousins that served in Vietnam...
affected them differently...one is an army nurse, one of the first lesbian couples to have their marriage approved in Cali. They since moved to Oregon. She's amazing.
The other had serious social anxiety due to it...quiet type...good heart, won't talk about anything about Vietnam...likes woodworking and lives a clean simple life. Orale.
That's Mom's side of the family
It's funny how much influence these good people have on us...showing us the way when we don't even realize how much game they sprinklin and more importantly how
much we're soaking. Everyone they touched is better because of it...except maybe a handful of Viet Kong.
and I must be getting old but I remember that dumbass spray painting cars' case like it was yesterday.
He'd always tell us how he saw these Alpha type guys freeze the fuck up in gunfire
Said it was super common.. you turn into an infant
Didn't talk shit about them, just the observation that you may not be who you think you are until you're tested
Anyways, he saw and experienced some crazy ass shit
But was always even keeled
I know several like this..
I'm always amazed about their stories.. and also their poise and maturity
Never judge someone's experience in that regard
Shit is shit, it's good if you make it out in the physical and mental
grandpa used to hem and haw when a chick was hot walking by
and say super loud..."g'dang girl...must be jelly cause jam don't shake like that".
I still use that shit on J.
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