BONUS

I got my work Christmas bonus a week early.......basically they give their employees, a month's pay for every year they work there, on top of your regular week's pay, I have only been employed there for 8 months now, and since I'm such an awsome employee, and have never called in, I got the full months pay......FUCK N A!!!!!  So bills will get caught up, Left 4 Dead will be bought, and Christmas presents for the lady, and children will be taken care of.......yay money.

In other news.......one of my best friends from high school just got out of his 6 year prison term and is in a halfway house rehab place here in town for the next 8 months.  He was a part of the original crew of 6 of us hooligans from our high school.  We all caused trouble, did stuff we shouldn't have, basic male young adult stupidity.  We all had our demons, and our addictions......and Kent was always the one to take everything too far, do to much, and not care for the consequences.  8 years ago he moved to SC for a year, and got all hooked on crack, lost his house, job, and girlfriend......his mother paid me and another of our buddies to go rescue him and bring him home.........only to get hooked on the meth shortly after coming back.  Now the rest of the crew kind of went our own path's, with marrage, jobs, kids....just growing up.  But not Kent, he gets into the wrong crowd, starts making meth, and was in on a grocery store robbery for $70,000.  Shortly before he got caught, we had a falling out,.....I ran into him at a Wal-Mart, and my son, who was maybe 3 at the time was with me, Kent gets into my car, and I could tell he was tweeking his balls off, and he brings out this huge bag of meth, and starts asking me if I want any or if I can get rid of some..........to which I slammed on the brakes (luckily we were in a parking lot) and told him to get the fuck out of my car with that shit, that it was totally uncalled for in front of my son, he starts arguing and I get out and open his door telling him I'm going to drag him out and beat the fuck out of him.......he's 6'9'' tall, and weighed about 240 lbs, I'm 5'9'' about 200 lbs, but I didnt care because he could have been responsable for me not seeeing my child again.  He gets out of the car, I leave, and the next I hear from him is from his mother who told me he got caught with all his drugs by a elememtary school, and the robbery caught up with him.

I talked to him on the phone after he had been in a few months in the local jail, before he got shipped to the state pen........he apologized for his actions, and what not, I just kind of took it as whatever.  He gets shipped off and everyone else moves on with their lives.

Fast forward to 2 weeks ago.......I get a call from Kent, and find out he's here, and he's lonely, and bored.  So I call some of the old crew up, and 3 of us agree to go visit him this Sunday, one of our buddies refuses to see him, and I really think he should because he was the one responsable for getting him hooked on the needle, and I really think there needs to be closure there, but whatever. 

I've know Kent since we were 13, and while I dont really trust him anymore, I am all for giving him some benifit of the doubt to try to get his shit together, only time will tell, and I will be there for him as much as I can without involving myself or my family in future illegal stupidity.

So wish me luck

Later Fuckers

The Sick One