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Post by jahgentle on Dec 10, 2018 0:27:10 GMT -5
Ever since I was a little kid and my whole life I have always been criticized for being a loner, an introvert and not having a whole lot of friends. You know I always had to listen to 'why don't you go out more' or 'meet more people'....all that.
Oh geez I dunno maybe because every time I so much as say hello to someone they turn into a big red fricken dragon. That seem's like a good enough reason to me. They always want to drag you into their dramas, meth induced or not...
People and their problems...
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Post by Fumbduckery on Dec 10, 2018 13:30:53 GMT -5
That is the coolest story ever bro! Way cooler than my story about worrying about Michelle Wie's dad possibly stealing our folding chairs at the golf tournament.
Have you asked your sister about this guy's claims? Kind of an awkward thing to ask I'm sure, but this is pretty crazy. David Lynchesque is a perfect description, but instead of watching it you're living it. Like a really extra messed up dream.
Ironically, I just created a FB account last week with a fake name, I swear to god. I did it because I was looking back on a dog rescue site to find a picture on there from when my wife and I rescued one of our dogs from a kill shelter. It was three years ago, and a very obscure dog rescue group. I had forgotten to save the picture, and I wanted to see it again. So I finally found it, and when I did, there was a comment from my ex best friend just saying "Hey, hope you're doing well." I still have no idea how in the world he had stumbled on that picture. His comment was made 2 years after the picture had been put on the website. And doing a Google search for my name did not take him there.
This guy was my best friend about 30 years ago, and I had become a part of his family. His stepdad was a well known hotshot in Charlotte, a real d-bag, but his mom was super cool and he was cool, and so was his brother. Over a 5 year period I became part of their family. Then one night his brother got shot in the chest, the bullet missed several vital organs by a quarter of an inch. I was the one at the hospital with the family all night and the next few days, then with him while he rehabbed, and with him all the time after that. I was at every court hearing for the trial for the guy who shot him. The guy got off because my buddy's brother had a temper, and they were able to provoke him in court--they claimed the shooter was intimidated and scared and that's why he had shot my buddy's brother. There were a lot of eye witnesses who knew that was not the case, the guy was on some drugs and just freaked out.
So a few more years went by after that, and I moved out of Charlotte, about an hour away. So I started seeing them all less and less. Due to mutual business interests, I would run into his parents about once every year or two and we would talk a few minutes. Then a few more years go by, and I see them one day, and they both walked right by me and totally ignored me. I thought it was weird but said oh well. Then a year later the exact same thing happened. But this time I stepped in front of them, and when I did, they both looked away and walked around me. I laughed out loud, and I turned around and said something smart to them, but they just kept walking.
I had a few ideas, a few things I had said or done that they might have found out about years after the facts. Things that maybe rubbed them the wrong way, or things they might have taken the wrong way. But there were like 4-5 options there, so I had no clue what it might be, if any. And my buddy had stopped calling me along the way as well, so then I got paranoid that he was in on whatever was going on, whatever it was that was making them shun me.
The last incident was about 10 years ago, and I haven't seen any of them or spoken to any of them since then. But then I find this comment last week that my ex best friend had made on the dog rescue site, which still blows my mind.
So I go to his FB page, and I see all kinds of posts about his brother. It turns out his brother, the one who had bee shot way back when, died 2 years ago. The guy would have been like 45 years old. So I was stunned. I did what any decent person would do, I created that fake account as you called it, and I sent him a message. Saying hey man, I just found your comment on the dog rescue site, and sorry to hear about your brother...and I wrote a bunch about his brother and how much I liked him and respected him, and how sorry I was that he had passed. It's been about a week now, and he hasn't read the message yet. He apparently doesn't get on his FB page very often. So I guess at some point I'm going get a note back from him, maybe tonight, maybe in May, maybe two years from now, whenever he finally logs on and sees my note. And I have no clue what to expect to come from it. I don't even have any clue what happened to his brother, there was never any direct comment as to what actually happened.
So I may be in for some punishment too for basically saying "what's up?"
How could we be so stupid???
I've always been an introvert and loner my whole life too. Nobody ever gave me crap about it at least. The funny thing is with running a retail business, I do have to be a people person at times, and that's really hard for me. The funny thing is I am really good at it, I just hate doing it. But as I've said before, I have been able to set things up on my terms and always operate on my terms, so I've never had to give in to the whole system. I live outside of it, and use it to my huge benefit, while never losing control to it. It's been pretty clever. I've made a lot of really bad and stupid decisions in my life, but once I started on this track about 20 years ago, I've been pure genius. I have a few people who know how I've done things, and they're all pretty amazed by it. Rightfully so, because it's been really cool. I could make my daughter rich if she'd take an interest, let me teach her how to run my business the way I do, but she's so tied up in her own life and her own direction it's not going to happen.
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Post by jahgentle on Dec 11, 2018 1:40:02 GMT -5
I feel like facebook is the devils playground and the past should stay in the past. I guess it makes sense after all those years some people are going to change quite dramatically and not always for the best. The anonymous works to a degree but if you add a few relatives and/or friends others will find you.
That situation you mentioned with the guys parents would make me paranoid too and I don't know what the heck is wrong with some people. It's like they live with delusions, gossip and made up versions of events in their heads for decades without looking into the facts. This isn't the first time I have ran into something like this.
I did ask my sister and she has no idea what he is talking about at all either...she's as lost as I am as to what it could be about and hasn't seen the guy in 20 plus years. She does't think she has even laid eyes on him since high school, her husband doesn't even know who he is and I believe them. They live nowhere close to each other and definitely not in the same type of circles. My sister is a teacher at a Catholic school, her husband works 12 hours a day for Hydro, they have two kid's, their own small business on top of that and never miss church. Total squares man. I know her husbands whole family too and they are all like that. Good, hard working, decent people.
Derek on the other hand lives hours away in some dump strung out on drugs and even his own family avoids him...so it just doesn't add up. My sister isn't a snob but no way she is going to hang out in that crowd as nobody normal would. So where this is all coming from other than the meth and whatever drugs I have no idea.
And it just confirms what I have always known, don't get involved with people, don't even say hello as they just want to drag you into their drama every single time. That last message from him was the most drug addled rambling piece of psychosis I have ever read. It was like the parts they edit out of a Hunter Thompson novel. It's hard for me to have compassion for these types of junkies too. I know there are people who have had horribly traumatic childhoods and are mentally ill and strung out on drugs and it's all one thing. I have all the compassion in the world for them. Same with the good people who got injured, in severe pain and got addicted through a doctor...total compassion for them.
But these idiots that are my age, that I grew up with and know their lives and childhoods were good but just decided one day in their 30's or 40's....oh yeah let's try meth, sure a little freebase or smack...get out of here. Half of them with kid's too. It's always the same story. They were drunk one night and some guy pulled out some meth so they tried it. Give me a break. We all knew those drugs were poison as teens and wouldn't wouldn't have touched them back then but now they don't know better? We all know a few of these pinheads and yeah it's pretty hard to have compassion in those circumstances and it's pathetic how many of them I know from high school. It was just a few years ago another guy I knew from high school just OD and died from smack. He grew up on my street, I knew his parents, wonderful nice hard working people.I was
good friends with his older brother but he just decides to one day shoot up some heroin cause rock'n roll dude or whatever..left a wife and 4 year old child behind.
And you know me I'm the least judgmental person man and have had some moments myself but these adults with kid's who get into hard drugs 'just cause' yeah give me a break man. Delusional Derek has two kids too. I honestly don't even feel inclined to help or want anything to do with them. And I know that part of my personality is setting him off worse and would only continue to do so. He thought he would drag me into a drama and the bottom line is I don't care. That can drive people nuts but it's me. I absolutely know it wasn't my brother in law who sold him anything but furthermore I wouldn't care if it was. What do I care about idiots who sell and/or do meth? I don't. I am Ping Ting.
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Post by Fumbduckery on Dec 11, 2018 1:50:11 GMT -5
Ping-Ting for the win!
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Post by jahgentle on Dec 11, 2018 5:35:36 GMT -5
That is the coolest story ever bro! Way cooler than my story about worrying about Michelle Wie's dad possibly stealing our folding chairs at the golf tournament.
Have you asked your sister about this guy's claims? Kind of an awkward thing to ask I'm sure, but this is pretty crazy. David Lynchesque is a perfect description, but instead of watching it you're living it. Like a really extra messed up dream.
Ironically, I just created a FB account last week with a fake name, I swear to god. I did it because I was looking back on a dog rescue site to find a picture on there from when my wife and I rescued one of our dogs from a kill shelter. It was three years ago, and a very obscure dog rescue group. I had forgotten to save the picture, and I wanted to see it again. So I finally found it, and when I did, there was a comment from my ex best friend just saying "Hey, hope you're doing well." I still have no idea how in the world he had stumbled on that picture. His comment was made 2 years after the picture had been put on the website. And doing a Google search for my name did not take him there.
This guy was my best friend about 30 years ago, and I had become a part of his family. His stepdad was a well known hotshot in Charlotte, a real d-bag, but his mom was super cool and he was cool, and so was his brother. Over a 5 year period I became part of their family. Then one night his brother got shot in the chest, the bullet missed several vital organs by a quarter of an inch. I was the one at the hospital with the family all night and the next few days, then with him while he rehabbed, and with him all the time after that. I was at every court hearing for the trial for the guy who shot him. The guy got off because my buddy's brother had a temper, and they were able to provoke him in court--they claimed the shooter was intimidated and scared and that's why he had shot my buddy's brother. There were a lot of eye witnesses who knew that was not the case, the guy was on some drugs and just freaked out.
So a few more years went by after that, and I moved out of Charlotte, about an hour away. So I started seeing them all less and less. Due to mutual business interests, I would run into his parents about once every year or two and we would talk a few minutes. Then a few more years go by, and I see them one day, and they both walked right by me and totally ignored me. I thought it was weird but said oh well. Then a year later the exact same thing happened. But this time I stepped in front of them, and when I did, they both looked away and walked around me. I laughed out loud, and I turned around and said something smart to them, but they just kept walking.
I had a few ideas, a few things I had said or done that they might have found out about years after the facts. Things that maybe rubbed them the wrong way, or things they might have taken the wrong way. But there were like 4-5 options there, so I had no clue what it might be, if any. And my buddy had stopped calling me along the way as well, so then I got paranoid that he was in on whatever was going on, whatever it was that was making them shun me.
The last incident was about 10 years ago, and I haven't seen any of them or spoken to any of them since then. But then I find this comment last week that my ex best friend had made on the dog rescue site, which still blows my mind.
So I go to his FB page, and I see all kinds of posts about his brother. It turns out his brother, the one who had bee shot way back when, died 2 years ago. The guy would have been like 45 years old. So I was stunned. I did what any decent person would do, I created that fake account as you called it, and I sent him a message. Saying hey man, I just found your comment on the dog rescue site, and sorry to hear about your brother...and I wrote a bunch about his brother and how much I liked him and respected him, and how sorry I was that he had passed. It's been about a week now, and he hasn't read the message yet. He apparently doesn't get on his FB page very often. So I guess at some point I'm going get a note back from him, maybe tonight, maybe in May, maybe two years from now, whenever he finally logs on and sees my note. And I have no clue what to expect to come from it. I don't even have any clue what happened to his brother, there was never any direct comment as to what actually happened.
So I may be in for some punishment too for basically saying "what's up?"
How could we be so stupid???
I've always been an introvert and loner my whole life too. Nobody ever gave me crap about it at least. The funny thing is with running a retail business, I do have to be a people person at times, and that's really hard for me. The funny thing is I am really good at it, I just hate doing it. But as I've said before, I have been able to set things up on my terms and always operate on my terms, so I've never had to give in to the whole system. I live outside of it, and use it to my huge benefit, while never losing control to it. It's been pretty clever. I've made a lot of really bad and stupid decisions in my life, but once I started on this track about 20 years ago, I've been pure genius. I have a few people who know how I've done things, and they're all pretty amazed by it. Rightfully so, because it's been really cool. I could make my daughter rich if she'd take an interest, let me teach her how to run my business the way I do, but she's so tied up in her own life and her own direction it's not going to happen.
" "The funny thing is with running a retail business, I do have to be a people person at times, and that's really hard for me. The funny thing is I am really good at it, I just hate doing it. But as I've said before, I have been able to set things up on my terms and always operate on my terms, so I've never had to give in to the whole system. I live outside of it, and use it to my huge benefit, while never losing control to it. It's been pretty clever. I've made a lot of really bad and stupid decisions in my life, but once I started on this track about 20 years ago, I've been pure genius. I have a few people who know how I've done things, and they're all pretty amazed by it. Rightfully so, because it's been really cool." Oh yeah, sure your little 'retail business' wouldn't just happen to be selling meth to delusional Derek and setting up my brother in law would it?? You thought you could rub it right in my face and I wouldn't figure it out. You thought you were dealing with a moron here, well let me tell you... |
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Post by jahgentle on Dec 11, 2018 5:42:28 GMT -5
and if you do get on facebook don't forget to look up Johnny One Nut ever since you told me about that guy I can't help but wonder whatever happened to him |
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Post by Fumbduckery on Dec 11, 2018 15:55:48 GMT -5
You got me, my business really is partly selling meth to Derek, in an attempt to screw up your life more than it already is--I've just had to wait all these years until the moment was right to have him reply to you on Facebook. I'm actually mutli-faceted, I also sell Alabama CD's to Darrell, and I sell cars to Canadians that require the doors to be slammed 100 times before they'll actually close.
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Post by jahgentle on Dec 12, 2018 5:18:16 GMT -5
I have noticed that the majority of life's serious problems can always be traced back to the Braves bored.
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Post by Fumbduckery on Dec 12, 2018 11:47:13 GMT -5
I have noticed that the majority of life's serious problems can always be traced back to the Braves bored.  |
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Post by Fumbduckery on Dec 17, 2018 17:39:48 GMT -5
He's not posting again because he's off on one of his extended "obsession with women who have facial hair" fetish romps.
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Post by jahgentle on Dec 18, 2018 9:44:34 GMT -5
He's not posting again because he's off on one of his extended "obsession with women who have facial hair" fetish romps.
I had a dream I was walking through the forest and ran across Jesus in a fight with a bear. I thought to myself, 'well that's different.' I just stumbled right onto the scene too so I felt like backing away might bring attention to myself which I didn't want to do so I hid behind a big thick tree that was in front of me and decided to watch. And you know that's a pretty cool thing to witness. I was fully expecting Jesus to open a can of whip ass on this bear too, so I felt happy, amused...you picked the wrong fight bear! But then just the opposite started to go down and the bear started laying a savage beating on Jesus. Like he was just pounding, shredding him and all I could think was how this doesn't make sense. Call down a few legions of angels, archangels, seraphs!....call down fire like Elijah and light this bear up. something right? I'll admit I am getting a bit scared too as I am very close to the action with only the tree keeping me out of view. So I quietly laid at the base of the tree and tried to pull some brush over myself while still observing. I just couldn't figure it out then suddenly I realize...that's not Jesus! That's Jim Caviezel..he's NOT Jesus he just played him in a movie. And great movie too, one of my favorites..I am quite thankful it was made. Oh and I should help my fellow man here and all that. But I couldn't help think...Hmmm, yeah he seems like a good guy and all but still...Hollywood. Do I really want to tackle a bear for someone who works in pedo-wood? Granted much of that was my cowardly thoughts and not wanting to jump the bear but at the same time you have to admit it's a legit thought knowing what we do about that place. Well anyways the bear drops Jim, kills him I don't know I just hope it doesn't spot me now cowering under the brush. But it does..I felt it tap on my shoulders and the bear said, 'you are next!" Great a talking bear and I have to fight it now..this dream is taking a real turn for the worse. Then the scenery changes and I am in a dojo having to face this beast one on one. What can I do? I get back in a Bruce Lee like stance, I'm dancing around like the Dragon then this SOB bear starts throwing ninja stars at me! And to make it all the worse the stars had the effect of boomeranging so even if I dodged them they kept managing to circle back and slice at my legs and arms. The searing pain of that and him cheating with the magical shuriken just really made all my fear change to rage. I called him out on it! Face me like a man! or..bear...mano to bearo right? I was livid so I just charged forward jumped on his chest as he rose up and started to pummel his stupid cheating talking bear head. Just pounding and pounding on him, savage like but my adrenaline got so high it ended up waking me up so I don't know who won. If I had to guess though I would say Ping Ting drops bear. |
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Post by Fumbduckery on Dec 18, 2018 10:56:13 GMT -5
The only thing that would have been better is if the bear would have said, "Hi, my name is Darrell, and this is my psychotic drug addicted bear friend Derek, you're next, together we’re gonna f*** you up" when he tapped you on the shoulder.
Ping-Ting would have had those bears shitting ninja stars and they would have boomeranged back up their asses and then out again on a never ending cycle.
Screw Jim, he deserved to die a painful death since he's involved with Pedowood.
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Post by jahgentle on Dec 20, 2018 8:20:04 GMT -5
The only thing that would have been better is if the bear would have said, "Hi, my name is Darrell, and this is my psychotic drug addicted bear friend Derek, you're next, together we’re gonna f*** you up" when he tapped you on the shoulder.
Ping-Ting would have had those bears shitting ninja stars and they would have boomeranged back up their asses and then out again on a never ending cycle.
Screw Jim, he deserved to die a painful death since he's involved with Pedowood.
Our conversations always make me think of Les Claypool lyrics and that's not a bad thing. |
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Post by Fumbduckery on Dec 20, 2018 21:31:08 GMT -5
The only thing that would have been better is if the bear would have said, "Hi, my name is Darrell, and this is my psychotic drug addicted bear friend Derek, you're next, together we’re gonna f*** you up" when he tapped you on the shoulder.
Ping-Ting would have had those bears shitting ninja stars and they would have boomeranged back up their asses and then out again on a never ending cycle.
Screw Jim, he deserved to die a painful death since he's involved with Pedowood.
Our conversations always make me think of Les Claypool lyrics and that's not a bad thing. They remind me of Simon Stokes songs, and that's a great thing!
I have a cousin who has a very similar sense of humor to mine, and similar approach to finding the absurdity in everything and making fun of it, we've had some epic conversations in our lifetime. I'll have to dig up a ranting email he sent me about 20 years ago. He grew up in Minnesota and hated cold weather and snow, and one particularly bad winter he snapped and wrote a hilarious story about it. Some of your posts remind me of that.
Here's one thing we did--about 15 years ago he sent me a "business card" in the mail--he was in a shop somewhere, and this guy had hand printed a bunch of these things and set them on the counter. We had a good laugh about it, then last year I ran across it in a box from my attic. So I scanned it and emailed it to him so we could laugh about it again, and we did. Then we got the idea to go on Yelp, where people write reviews, and we each wrote a couple reviews for a "Wooz Car Wash" we found in Iowa. My cousin had actually looked this guy up and found that he had moved to Iowa. So we posted reviews about the Wooz Car Wash, and we started mentioning this Brad guy in our reviews. I took a screen shot of the last one I wrote (I was Biff) because I knew it would get deleted.
The "business card:"
The review:
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Post by jahgentle on Dec 21, 2018 13:44:53 GMT -5
LMAO!!! Now THAT is an epic HOF post.
all jokes aside where do I get one of those cards??
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