Thursday, November 5, 2009

People that don’t get it, don’t get that they don’t get it


- All my life I have been faced with choices. Where to hide in hide-and-seek on the Cedar Creek playground, whether or not to flick the paper football in mrs. Underwood’s class, what to be for Halloween every year, what I wanted for Christmas, what color bicycle to get, what number I wanted for my beeper in Jr. High, what college to attend…etc. Point is- theoretically, every choice you make of every day you live has an effect on your life.

Think about it- had I not attended LSU, I wouldn’t know at least 1/3 of all of the people that I know, I probably wouldn’t have the job I have, or live in the place that I live. I probably would have never bought a car my whole life, I might still be driving the emerald green F-150, and might still live with Jim and Loretta- you never know. Again- life is filled with choices- some are good, some are poor, but you learn from most of them- subconsciously or consciously. Like as a child- your mom said “hot”- you didn’t know what that meant, but when you grabbed the iron and it burned like hell, you got the point and it didn’t take much longer to know that that apparatus that kind of looked like a boat standing up by its motor hurt worst than you getting hit in the boys down below.

So I made the decision to make the move- the move down south to LSU when I was 18. At the time I really didn’t know the relevance of the move or the effect or affect…one or the other. All I knew that it was a simple solution to get rid of my girlfriend at the time. See, she had made up her mind- her mind to stay in Ruston, even though she made a freakin 29 on her ACT. Does Harvard or stanford not mean a damn thing to you? Idiot- nevermind that (another story) but come on- don’t go to Tech or LSU…get out of town, do something with your life- make something of yourself. She did- oh she did indeed. Like I said- another story.

Well I came to LSU and guess who conveniently decided that, once I made the decision, LSU was “the place for her” too. Damn—Crazy girl-7, Rob- 0.

My college career, It was full of choices. For the first time in my life I had nobody- nobody to keep my ass in line. I had a choice- I could stay in school or bomb that shit like Baghdad. Luckily, I was on a mission to be what I was destined to be. That- really don’t know what it is yet, but I got big plans. I may not run the country, but I want to at least run my own freakin town. Is that too much to ask?

I chose to partake in the inevitable “self-punishment “ we like to call social drinking. I knew what was to come from the beer, we tapped into a bit of that in ruston, but never really hit the hard liquors… these were a bit different.

I quicky learned that this new found liquid concoction was different- Different outcome- different feeling, different attitude, different taste etc. More importantly, a different next day- a self-induced comma which resulted in a little thing called a “hangover” -you know the feeling- terrible. Well I thought that beer hangovers were terrible. Sadly, I was wrong. Doesn’t happen much, but occasionally I will be this thing. I chose to think I was just “misinformed” not really “wrong”

At a young age a wise man told me a piece of advise that I would share with numerous others in my quest to feel better on Sat. and Sunday mornings. It was simply then- a snickers and a yoohoo. It is simple now.

It is the panacea of hangovers…it is the hang-over-over- That’s what I think. Try it out, it may just be my mind telling me that I feel better, but nonetheless- it works. If it doesn’t chug 3 gallons of watter and eat a BC powder. If it doesn’t kill the headache, your will have to pee enough to forget about the so-called headache that you used to have.

I learned a lot at Club reggies- Top ten 1. people will do just about anything for free drinks. 2. Girls will do a little more. 3. Girls like to do more. 4. Bartending is the easiest way to get girls to do more- if you don’t play football in the SEC. 5. Bars get slippery, so make sure its clean before you decide to run, jump, and push off on the way to break-up a fight. 6. Liquor hits you fast. Shots hit you real fast…lot faster. 7. If you wake up and cant remember how much you made, what happened, or if you got fired….chances are you prolly did. 8. People in general, suck. Suck at life, suck at tipping, suck down beers, suck at everything imaginable. Like Colin cowherd says “People that don’t get it, don’t get that they don’t get it”. 9. Don’t fight people with guns. 10. If you are going to possibly get in a fight, have a cagefighter on your side.

Long live the Parking Lot Protector.

Robbed… Peace

1 comment:

  1. The greatest thing about a hangover is waking up not know where you are, on someone's stairs, reaching in your jeans and finding $500 from working the main the night before. Thank you.

    Nothing is worse than falling on a stool after you tried to jump the bar to break up a fight between two kids from Denham Springs

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