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The melodramatic personal life thread

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Anonymous:
In the Autumn of my 16th year, not long before I got put into Straight, my best friend & I were up most of the night...and we ended up taking this big cross made out of limestone offa the top of some tombstone. We both carried it back to my house for the mile that it took to get it there in the early morning light... He later picked it up from my garage at some point. That thing was pretty heavy, but it was cool!

I saw it again much later on (after I got out of straight) sitting in his apt., it now had a nice paintjob which he no doubt put on it...

Anonymous:
I drank a few beers and thought about my melodramatic life, too.  It was a cheap beer.  It tasted OK, not great, not bad.  I drank it, and another.  Then another couple more.  Then I smoked some pot.  It was good pot.  Then I watched TV.  Later, I got something to eat.  It tasted good, like food should.  A bit afterward, I smoked a cigarette, then some more pot.  Soon it was time for more beer.  I enjoyed it, and smoked pot yet again, before lighting another cigarette.  It was a good cigarette, tasting of smoke and providing nicotine.  I liked it.

Anonymous:
Not too long after I finally decided to acquire my driver's license, I took a job out of a sort of desperation selling "pre-need" cemetery plots. I saw the hiring ad in the paper.

"What would you prefer? A ground burial? Lawn crypt? Mausoleum? Oh, you wanna be cremated, eh? Sure, we can do that.."

"You don't want to leave the burden of your arrangements on your loved ones, do you? Besides, you can save so much money for your family by getting things taken care of in advance.."

I sucked at it but in my defense, it's a pretty hard sell -- you could say that it's a sort of stiff proposition. :lol:

I sold a few plots, just a few, so I finally decided to give that up after I landed a job at Bill's Music House over in Catonsville, MD. Another sales position, but at least there was a base salary...Pre-need was straight commission...

Anonymous:
Got up and rolled a joint after tossing and turning for a couple of hours.  Stepped outside and lit it up.  The smoke spiralled toward the moon, hanging in the sky overhead.

Anonymous:
Speaking of rolling joints, I used to like to roll 'em and take a walk along side the stream that ran behind the old house. Me and my friends found this one secluded spot back in there that had a piece of carpet thrown down to sit on and that's where we liked to get high.

Paths and woods...the paths around that half-septic stream was where I liked to go ever since I was 9...before my family moved to the house that it runs behind. I first discovered it running under the bridge that's under University Pkwy. I would walk up and down that stream for miles. It's not far at all from where I am right now. There are memories all around here...it weird. I'm practically right down the street from the house that my mom moved to after I was in straight. A nice little neighborhood up there. Brick row-homes....a tight (but not too uptight) community.

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