FknBucky

Thursday.  Almost the end of the week.  When I was a wee lad I would go out every Thursday night and get loaded because it was close to Friday.  Made sense to me at the time.  I enjoyed drinking beer and driving around, not giving a fuck, and chasing girls.  I never had much luck catching one, but I like the chase more anyway.  Usually once I caught one she would never shut up and I would let her go out of frustration just to get some peace and quiet.   Women sure can cause some ruckus when they want to.

Nothing like the silence of a woman to really fuck with you though.  At least when they are yelling, you know they still care.  Once the bitching stops you’re really fucked.  That means she is thinking and nothing on this planet is scarier than a woman thinking about how to fuck your life up.  ha ha I’m single ladies, really it is true. 

Where I am going today with a bit of reminicing.  I made a lot of let’s say out of the box decisions when I was younger.  Most of you don’t know me  well enough to understand why, but should know I had my reasons to do these “crazy” things growing up.  It seemed normal to me by the way.  I thought people that sat around doing nothing were the crazy ones.  I wanted to experience everything, try everything, and then do it wasted. 

Things are different now and I don’t know if the world actually changes or the way I see it does.  15 yrs ago I was walking around not giving a fuck about politics for sure, not worrying about making sales numbers, and pretty much thinking about who would buy me beer when I got out of school.  Sure wish we had cell phones then, it would have been so much easier.  Sitting on the fucking street corner until someone I knew drove by sucked balls, but I did it daily because beer was important.  

I feel like kids don’ t put the effort in that we used to.  Even though I was trying to do something “illegal”, I worked for it.  Now kids just steal from their parents and Mommy and Daddy blame themselves.  Nice parenting.  My dad would have kicked my ass up and down the street if I drank HIS beer.  I was free to do whatever I wanted with mine except waste it.  Drink each beer until it is gone you lazy “let it get warm” fuck heads.  Hate people that waste beer.  That whole paragraph is awesome.   

I liked getting a case of beer and sitting in the passenger seat passing them out to the other eager underage deliquents in the car.  It was like passing out smiles and I had a box full of them.  I still remember the feeling of tearing open the cardboard and grabbing the first ice cold can.  This was before big mouth cans so we used to stop and shotgun a couple to get things really started. 

What I mean to say is don’t drink kids.  Fuck it who am I kidding.  Drink if you want to, but use your fucking head when you do it.  Kids are going to do whatever they want, but it is our job as adults to teach them how to make somewhat intelligent decisions while they are out doing this dumbshit.  By the way some kids are going to suck at doing dumbshit and get caught.  I did it every day and only got caught a few times.  Takes intelligence to be a bad kid. 

We are so hell bent on stopping kids from being kids to protect them that we forget what it was like to be one.  Most high school kids are going to drink and try some things that you wish they wouldn’t. I feel the best thing to do is explain to kids the real dangers and consequences involved with getting wasted and then hope they listen.  The more laws, restrictions, and complaining we do aren’t going to change the fact that kids are curious little bastards that will do whatever the fuck they want to when we aren’t watching them. 

I remember laughing so much and not having a care about anything except being able to drink my face off.  The people around me always had fun as well and some of the best times of my life were sitting in a garage somewhere freezing my ass off drinking a 12 pack as fast as possible.  Or sitting under a bridge pounding beers and smoking cigs one after another because Mike threw the damn matches in the river. 

There was banging Jill something or other in the backseat of my car in a barn outside of town.  That was a good day.  I had fun every single day of my life and I still do.  We have to be careful how much of our “freedom” we give up to “protect” those around us.  Sometimes things happen that are tragic and it sucks.  No way around it, but freaking out and trying to control the outcome of everything IS NOT the answer.  Remember that. 

Sit back, crack a cold one, and remember what it was like to not give a fuck.  God knows I will right after I make my sales numbers for the day, drive home at the speed limit wearing my seatbelt, and then purchase a six pack with my real ID.  Sure beats the hell out of sitting on a street corner…

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