How I Stole $6k And Became a Felon - Keep Writing? - General

Long story short, I took my Dads credit card and ran away to Miami for a while and got caught. Now I either have to do a year in jail or join the Air Force. I'm thinking of writing everything down while its still fresh in my head, and I'm almost done with the first chapter, I just wanna know if anyones gonna be interesed enough to read it. So here's what I have so far, lemme know if I should keep writing or not... CHAPTER ONE Not 'giving a fuck' is a really dangerous thing. The people who are stuck in scheduled bullshit lives always complain about how they care too much. They complain about how they wish that they could just 'let it go' for once. They wish that they 'didn't give a fuck,' because it would make life easier to deal with. Well, I'm here to tell you that if you have anything or anyone that you truly, honestly care about, whatever it is, don't let it go. You might think that life would be easier if you weren't so invested, but the reality is, having something to care about keeps you out of trouble. If you care about something, you need to show it. Don't walk around talking or acting like shit doesn't matter - because it does. Giving a shit keeps you grounded. It keeps you safe. I know the repercussions of throwing caution to the wind, I know it first hand. I know the consequences of treating life like a party. All it takes is one stupid decision, and your life can be thrown for a loop so fucked up that their really isn't a way to fix it back up again. I made a decision like that recently. It was January 16, my nine-month anniversary with my girl. I'd told her that I'd be meeting her at six o'clock at 'our restaurant,' Bar Louie to celebrate. It was also supposed to double as an introductory double date for this girl Nikki and my best friend Eddie. He just got out of the most bullshit relationship I've ever seen with this girl Katelyn, but he'd been with her for like 4 years, so the split really broke him up inside. I think she was a total bitch but he really liked her for some reason. I was just happy that that bitch finally left him so he could move on to greener pastures. My first mistake that day was getting high. My girl really hates that I smoke weed, she says it makes me act like a mannequin, but to tell you the truth I really have no fucking idea what that means so I usually just don't tell her when I smoke. I couldn't really tell you why, but this whole double date bullshit was making me nervous, I think I just thought it was gonna be awkward, so I figured if I smoked some bud it would take the edge off enough for me to be at least somewhat social through the whole thing. Eddie was already over at my house when we decided to smoke because we were getting ready for his 'big date.' We had a few hours before we had to be at Bar Louie, so I hit up my dude Shawn and told him the deal with the weed and to be ready when I came to pick him up. Shawn was fun to smoke with because any time he got high he would spew some of the worst rap I'd ever heard, but I always thought it was pretty funny, so I was always smoking him down. After the two of us had showered and all that good shit we drove over to Shawn's. The next couple of hours were a haze. The weed I had was from my fathers friend from work, and I really underestimated the potency of this shit. He said it was called 'Purple Pussy' and that it was one-hit-quit shit, but everybody says that when they're trying to sell you bud. I destroyed five McDoubles with mac sauce before I realized that I was already half an hour late for the date, and that I was still an hour away from where I was supposed to be, AND I still had to drop Shawn back off back in the opposite direction. The panic didn't really hit me and Eddie since we were torn the fuck up, but we still had enough sense to call the girls. I unplugged my iPhone from the stereo and called my girl. Ring… Ring… Ring… Click, "Oh my god, where the fuck have you been?! I'm sitting here with Nikki and we've already been here for like forty-five god damn minutes, she doesn't even think she wants to meet Eddie anymore… where the hell are you even at?" "Sorry baby." "Sorry? You always do this shit! You're probably blown right now, aren't you?" "No." "Whatever, fuck you. I'm going back to Nikki's house. You really fucked up, asshole." Click. Whatever, fuck that. She's being a bitch. I put the phone down and Eddie looked at me. "What did she say dude?" "She's pissed." "No shit, but what did she say?" "They're gonna be at Nikki's and they don't wanna see us anymore or some shit." "Well fuck, now what?" We spent the next couple of hours burning through my weed. We felt ourselves getting higher and higher, but it was one of those situations where we really didn't care if we burnt out or not because we were already too high to stop ourselves. There we were, three eighteen year olds, blown out of our fucking minds, all dressed up and with nowhere to go. We should have just posted at someones house, but we decided to drive around and look for something to do. The shitty part about living in the suburbs of Illinois is that if you want to do something that doesn't involve corn fields or barns, you have to drive to the city, and when you're blown, the city's far as fuck. About half an hour into our cruise Eddie had a high idea. "Dude.." "What?" "Dude." "What man?" "Dude!" "Fucking what?" "… Let's go to Florida dude." "Florida?" "Yeah man, like Miami or something." __________________ So yay or nay?

Hur, blog. Sure, though.

That really caught my attention, I was disappointed when I noticed it ended :( continue writing! Also I seen you said "The shitty part about living in the suburbs of Illinois..." do you happen to live there?

Yeah, I live in Montgomery. This is all 100% true, I'm not trying to make it theatric or anything, this is the documentation of what really happened since last week. The only thing I changed are the dates.

You should drive up to Birmingham and hit me up.

Haha we'd party hard bro.

Please do keep writing, I can't wait to hear the part where your spoiled lazy ass gets caught and sent to prison.

Write more. I want to read this shit.

Damn man, I just went to Papa G's for Lunch today in Montgomery. I didn't know there were facepunchers in my area.

[QUOTE=Kopimi;28449547]Please do keep writing, I can't wait to hear the part where your spoiled lazy ass gets caught and sent to prison.[/QUOTE] Same here that's like the best part. [editline]6th March 2011[/editline] [QUOTE=niloc117;28449615]Damn man, I just went to Papa G's for Lunch today in Montgomery. I didn't know there were facepunchers in my area.[/QUOTE] Me either. You ever hear of Lakewood Creek?

Keep writing it. And join the damn Air Force. You'll become a better person. And fly planes, for chrissake. Nice avatar, too. Have you heard this? [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1nzk2OKR8AA[/media]

Hell yeah man, Graves was the only singer that I liked with the Misfits after Danzig left. Fuck Jerry Only tho.

I personally think not joining the military would make you a better person, but that's just me. I'm more interested in why the story is more about your girlfriend being pissed at you than you going to Florida or what you had to deal with when you got caught, but it seems pretty interesting. And yeah, my friend is about to FINALLY get out of the Air Force in a few months, and he's glad as shit. I'll reassert my message about it probably not being a good idea to join any branch of military when we're in a fucked up war full of confusion and bullshit.

On the real I'm not much of a punk fan, but my bud who really loves the misfits showed me that song and now I'm crazy for it

[QUOTE=a203xi;28449916]I personally think not joining the military would make you a better person, but that's just me. I'm more interested in why the story is more about your girlfriend being pissed at you than you going to Florida or what you had to deal with when you got caught, but it seems pretty interesting. And yeah, my friend is about to FINALLY get out of the Air Force in a few months, and he's glad as shit. I'll reassert my message about it probably not being a good idea to join any branch of military when we're in a fucked up war full of confusion and bullshit.[/QUOTE] That's just what was going on before I left this is like the very beginning. As soon as we're off the plane the whole rest of the story is about Miami. And it's the Air Force or buttrape.

Join the air force, sounds pretty cool if you've got nothing to lose.

-snip- [editline]5th March 2011[/editline] The middle bit of your story was like my life from 2008 till 2010. The ending was completely fucking badass.

To summarize: angsty teen stoners do something really stupid and get in trouble.

[QUOTE=Haruharu Haruko;28452602]To summarize: angsty teen stoners do something really stupid and get in trouble.[/QUOTE] Do you even know what "angsty" means?

Do you?

:words:

well you seem like general dislikeable person to me 1. i figured this was a dumb idea when i was 6 2. you smoke pot and your lazy whaaaaa?

I think if it were ever to get published, I'd probably buy it/read it. Seemed like a good start, try and write some more before the legal shit takes over and you forget all of it.

Where is the rest? Clearly you don't have anything personal going on to take up your time.

[quote]"Dude.." "What?" "Dude." "What man?" "Dude!" "Fucking what?" "… Let's go to Florida dude." "Florida?" "Yeah man, like Miami or something."[/quote] That was pretty abrupt.

[quote]The shitty part about living in the suburbs of Illinois is that if you want to do something that doesn't involve corn fields or barns, you have to drive to the city, and when you're blown, the city's far as fuck. About half an hour into our cruise Eddie had a high idea.[/quote] so, you're a 19 year old pothead from the Aurora area; a heavily populated area with multiple large towns, malls, and the city just down the street... if you played spin the bottle to figure out which direction you drive out of town, chances are you'll end up in city before corn. I know getting blazed isn't something that spawns the best of ideas, but was there [i]no[/i] point in your journey to Miami in which you snapped out of it and thought "what the fuck am I doing"? Gonna say it, it's reeeeally hard for kids from the suburbs to be taken serious in their angsty ways. There are high income and low income areas peppered amidst themselves all around the outskirts of the city, but I'm imagining you to be like the stoner kids in my area up by Gurnee, complaining the school sucks [despite the individual usually getting a B average if not better and having no detention record to speak of], their parents suck [despite living in a 4 bed 2.5 bath mansion of a house and having a car to call their own plus food and gas covered, courtesy of their parents], and how life is just totally brutal because they have to get a job workin' for [i]the man[/i] to pay for video games and drugs. Now that I'm done jumping to conclusions and judging you as a person, I gotta say the story sounds interesting. I know there isn't much you can do to change dialogue if it actually happened that way, but try and spice up things a little bit. Stoner stories should always be overly exaggerated anyways, that's most of the charm. plus, what kind of choice is that, prison or airforce? FUCK, if I knew stealing money would lead to flying jets I'd have robbed a bank at 18 [editline]1:11[/editline] oh god, your avatar... are you a juggalo? TELL ME YOU ARE NOT DOWN WITH THE CLOWN

I don't read much but I liked that a lot. Keep going man.

Interesting.

this is good

Blog this shit, do it. Some popularity won't hurt you, you'll have a hobby while serving.