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Bullshit.

Its 4 am and I have just awoken from a terrible dream. I'm gonna go ahead and blame it on the Jager shots. I have sat here debating whether I should write about it. Screw it why not. Well I know why not, because I think normally dreams aren't great writing material since they tend to have plot lines only the dreamer will actually have a clue what it pertains to and after reading it, it'll just sound ridiculous, after-all its just a dream. But whatever here it is.

I was walking home from the park with my kids. We are right next to my house when I see a disturbing site. All of the sudden all of the birds and flying insects in the area start flying away  in the same direction. I immediately recognize this as a sign some impending natural disaster is gonna occur so I rush my kids into the house, which isn't the best idea but at this point I just want to be together with everyone who is in the house. As we walk in the earth begins to shake- but this is beyond an earthquake. This is on some end of the world type shit. Walls come down all around my kids, my mom and me. I get on the phone and start trying to call people who I feel should be with the kids and me if this is in fact the last moment of life. Their mom, my brother, my cousins. The shaking stops and I notice the house is no longer structurally safe So I lead my kids to the front door. As we approach, I realize all the neighborhood dogs have gone nuts from all the shaking- I figure they must know the end is near too- and they are blocking the door preventing us from leaving the house like wanting to attack. Just then a group of people walk by and the dogs go after them, clearing a path. Where are we going? The world is ending so my only thought is to try to get everyone together so that at least when it does all end we are at least together. The kids at this point can see through my lies that everything is gonna be ok. They have seen enough TV to know whats happening. Mom is crying. Kids are crying. Extreme Helplessness and Sadness come over me at the realization there is nothing I can say or do to protect my kids and that they will never have a chance to live their lives.  All the other visions in the dream- torn up roads, blazing fires, anarchy, and bodies as I try to drive everyone to some meeting spot pale in comparison to these thoughts. This is where I woke up. One of the few times waking up alone in your bed feels good.

Damn the History channel for its gripping shows on 2012. haha.

Anyways lets go back to how it came that I was shooting down Jagers. It was my friend Brandon's birthday today. I was supposed to show up to a friend's house for some horseshoe tournament at noon. For some reason yesterday like today, I was awake at 4. I don't like this being up at 4 crap. This is the time when I'm locked in my room and it feels like I am the only person alive. To fight this feeling I usually turn this laptop on and read the news just to reassure myself that, outside the walls of my room, life is going on. But now that I'm typing again, I'll pass the time doing this I guess. Anyways so yesterday I was up at 4. Decided to type some stuff, apply for some jobs, read up on some news. around 10 I decide I could really go for some more shut eye. Didn't end up waking up till 3 pm. Crap. Notice the missed calls from Brandon and know I'm in for some massive shit talking for not being there at noon. With no time to eat anything, I quickly shower and head on over. Everyone there had a 3 hour head start  in the drinking and are definitely acting like it. Its funny what a group of men do when they have gotten permission slips from their wives or girlfriends. Since its a rare occasion they tend to go all out. Beer and liquor everywhere. Different contraptions on how to drink said alcohol. fireworks going off. It's pretty much guys wrestling and ending up rolling their ankles type of stuff. Hell I dunno maybe this is just how east county acts, but it is highly entertaining. The house we are all at full with games men play- darts, pool, horseshoes. The betting on darts is loser has to do shots of whatever. Tonight my lack of darts skills had me taking shots I usually avoid. Actually I'm not that bad at darts but everyone here is apparently British. These loser shots are in addition to all the birthday shots we have done in honor of the man of the hour. The majority of the guys here I've known since high school. It is actually cool to catch up with them and see what they have been up to. The second leg of the festivities was to occur at the Oaks- The only decent bar/club in Santee. Its actually a country club but on weekends the place turns into roadhouse. The only positive was that the people I was hanging with tonight are usually the ones doing the ass kicking and name taking. But on this night the lack of food and the drinking get the best of me. I ended up not making it to the oaks.Yeah I'm sure I gonna get more shit talk about not making it, especially when I told them I was on my way, but as soon as I got home (I was gonna change into appropriate oaks attire) my body made an executive decision and promptly passed out on the couch.

Fuckin Jager.

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