Books

I read a book once.

So I finally moved into my new apartment. Actually I have been in the new apartment for about a week, but I have just now been able to say that I moved in on here because I still don't have internet. Its nice to live on your own. No curfews, you set your own rules, no curfews, you set your own rules...

I was recently told I was redundant and that I repeat things. I told that person that he was a dumbass. I don't repeat myself. And if I do, its to get a point across. Cause the best way to get a point across is to say the point as many times in one minute that you can. Or hold a gun to someones head. They seem to get the point rather quickly when you do that. I don't know why.

Alcohol and hottubs go great together. So do girls and hottubs, girls and alcohol, girls and guys, girls and me*, and pizza and beer.**

So I almost got bit by a rattlesnake the other day. Actually, its head didn't even come close to any part of my body, but it could have. I was riding my dad's four-wheeler when I came across the snake on the road. Those little bastards are tough. I had to sit there and grind its head into the ground for about ten minutes before it died. I also almost got shot. I was asleep when my dog woke me up at about 2 am. I got up to see what he was barking at and saw two coyotes in our back yard. So naturally I went to get a gun to shoot them, but I didn't want to turn on the light in the garage and scare them off, so I didn't. I'm in front of the gun cabinet trying to unlock the damn thing in the dark and aparently that woke my dad up. Now, his first thought was that someone was breaking in to the house so he grabs the gun he keeps in his closet (pretend I didn't tell you that) and goes to the garage. I am completely oblivious to this and am still trying to get the gun cabinet open. He finally figures out it was me and goes back to bed. I am still oblivious to the fact that he even got up, and I still can't get the damn door open. So I give up because I am lazy and the coyotes are probably gone at this point because of all the comotion I made. The next morning he tells me just how close I got to getting shot.

Dad: You got really close to getting shot last night.
Me: Really?
Dad: Yep.
Me: Thats cool.

So thats basically what my past two weeks have looked like. Its boring here in Nac, so if you get time, money, beer, or hookers, stop on by. Laters.
Carney Man

*Yes, I am a guy, I just thought I would throw that out there for all the single women.
**Pizza and beer sounds pretty good right now. Just thought I would let you know that too.